Date: Sun, 7 Oct 2007 16:10:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Friendly Persuasion 04

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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"Friendly Persuasion" 04
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"This is going to be so cool, Troy."

"Easy for you to say, Juan. Like how many times have
you done a kinky scene like this?"

"Oh, I'd say around thirty times. When I was sixteen,
it was all domination, with oral sex," the twenty year
old told, "but as I got older, I branched out."

"I hope this guy is going to take it easy on me. I'm
not as seasoned, as you."

Didn't I tell you already?

As Juan said it, Troy reiterated it, the two saying at
once, "Don't worry... he's not going to do anything
you don't want to do."

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After Matt had left, Scott had left his car, to change
in the men's jon, tempted to pick up a young kid. Even
though the seventeen-ish kid, Scott could tell, seemed
to flirt with him. Although he unashamedly allowed the
twink to view him, as he stripped down, then
reassembled himself in the chaps, vest, boots and to
top it off, a signature cap.
Leaving, Scott did a turn around, enough question in
his mind to find out the young man's interests, "Like
what you see, boy?"

"Uh, sure." the blond replied, still taking in his
first view of a man in leather, other than an internet
image.

Walking back, right up to the young stud, within
breathing distance, but not touching,   "What's your
name boy?"

"Jerry," He replied, hiding his real identity. Another
facet of this conversation, `Jerry' knew he read the
proper way to address an man in leather. With being
nervous, he couldn't remember.

To find out if `Jerry' was into `it', Scott tries to
lead him on, "That's `sir' to you, `boy'!"

"Um, yes sir," it came back to Jason, immediately, the
term used to address a man of authority.

Then, as if looking up and down at himself in the
mirror, Scott reassesses, "I think you could be fun,
boy."

"Um," a bit scared to say, Jerry nervously tells him,
"I never did any of this stuff... um, sir."

"Oh really now? Then how is it you are so complying?"
Scott asks, hands on both hips, showing off his manly
stance, in the room, flanked by sinks and urinals.

"I don't know. I suppose it's because of the way my pa
brought me up."

"Let me guess," Scott starts out with the same story,
heard over and over, by men who have have met with
him, to provide services of working over their bods,
for the purpose of fulfilling some desired fantasy,
same time, keeping their cocks hard, "growing up you
were abused?"

Shocked at the `sir' telling him what lurked in his
mind, Jerry stood there, with the obvious painted on
his face.

Scott had to smile, in between his next rationale,
already spotting the bulge in Jerry's jeans. He wanted
to, but knew the horror stories about underaged young
men reported being touched, by an older man. When he
started playing around, at eighteen, two years ago,
it's one qualification he required, of a guy around
his teen years. A valid drivers license would do, as
evidence of his age, to `play the game'.

Futhermore, Scott kept on, close enough to the five
foot, eleven inch teen, to feel the excitement Jerry
felt, the labored breathing, "Tell me, was it an
uncle? An older brother perhaps, finding it fun to use
you as a punching bag? Or, maybe a father who found
pleasure in slapping his son around after getting
drunk out of his skull?"

Knowing he hit pay dirt, Scott sensed one of the three
matched Jerry's circumstances, when the teen's eyes
welled up, a forewarning tears could follow.

With shoulders drooping, Jerry responded, "I.. I made
the mistake of confiding in my big brother..." Then,
as if to clue Scott into something he hadn't already
sense, "I'm gay."

"And when did this take place?" Scott asked, his eye
glancing at his watch, seeing it almost time to meet
up with his maso-boys.

"Two years ago, when I was fifteen, but he didn't use
me for a `punching bag'."

Waiting, Scott sensed Jerry wanting to unload some
more of his past.

After exhaling, Jerry says, "I never told anyone about
it."

"Do you want to?"

It's then the tears started to drip from Jerry's eyes.
Maybe Scott had a vow, but it wound up where Jerry
made him break it, as the teen reached forwards, wove
his arms in, under Scott's, his arms pressing against
the sides of the leather vest, Jerry's shirt against
the division of the black vest, lying against the
twenty year old's bare chest, tears felt on his
shoulder, as Jerry cried.

"What's this, Scott? Making it now with minors?"

At first he froze in place, thinking he was about to
live out his greatest of fears. Then, recognizing the
voice, he turned, breaking Jerry from him, saying,
"Aren't you supposed to be out chasing the bad guys,
Matt?"

"I could take you in, you know? Book you for messing
with a minor?" Matt stated, as he walked away from the
jon door. He even went as far as to say, "'Could make
you..." he hesitated, when realizing he wasn't alone,
talking to Scott, "do what we agreed to do," also not
wanting to reveal something in front of the youth,
"make my chest feel better..." Then, running his hands
down his pecs, over his shirt, happily sighing when
they connected with his pecs,  but..." Then, figuring
Scott was getting the message, turned to Jerry and
asked, "So, where is it you're from?"

Scott looked confused as all hell, asking a simple,
"From?"

Then he let Matt take over the interrogation, as the
uniformed police officer stepped up to Jerry, same
distance as he had been positoned. "And don't think
you can pull anything over on me, son," he addressed
Jerry. "Sleep in the dumpster all night or were you
rummaging around for food?"

Looking to Scott, then back at Matt, Jerry says, "I'm
not going back there and you can't make me!"

"You're a runaway?" Scott asks, not that he had to,
being he already read the situation.

"Sorry," Jerry sincerely said to Scott, contrary to
his attitude with Matt.

"So, where is it you are from?" Matt inquires, his
little pad out and a pencil.

"Are you arresting me?"

Another glance at his watch, Scott knew his maso-boys
could very well be sitting out in the parking lot. But
then again, he didn't want to leave Jerry hanging. He
took the chance of waiting it out, see where all this
was going to lead.

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Both from well-to-do families, the two college dudes
drove through the park entrance, in Juan's sporty 2008
BMW Z4 roadster. With his car backed in, it would be
easy for Scott to spot the bright red sport coupe, the
light from the pole, bouncing off the hood. However,
Scott's ass wasn't parked in the driver's seat, at the
moment Juan turned off the engine.

"What does he look like?" Troy inquired, as Juan cased
the perimeter of the parking lot.

"I'm not sure. The stats he has at the chatroom, say
he's twenty years old, six feet tall, a hundred and
ninety-two pounds, ten inch cock..."

"Whoooa! Ten inches?" Troy asks, astounded.

"Yeah. Cool, huh. I bet he gives a hot fuck."

"I thought he was going to..." Troy hesitates, because
he's not sure about all this BDSM stuff, being a
novice, "torture us?"

"It's not like real torture, Troy," Juan says, knowing
he explained it all to his college bud, last night.
However, seeing him on edge, Juan reiterates, "Trust
me. I told the leather dude some of the stuff I wanted
to do. He sounded cool with it and said we could
discuss other stuff he wanted to explore."

"Did you tell him this was all new to me? That I'm not
sure if I really want to go through with all this?"

"I told him, so be cool Troy."

"What happens if he gets us all tied up and then does
`real' torture on us?"

"Why do you think I asked to bring you along, doofus?
He said you could watch, untied, in case I got
worried."

"Oh, so he's going to torture you and I have to stand
and watch?" Troy asks, a little less nervous.

"I thought you had an interest, Troy?"

"I did. I mean I do, but I thought he was going to..."
again Troy doubted himself, stuttering as he says,
"...to torture both of us?"

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"So, let me get this straight," Scott sped up things
up, giving the synopsis, "You tell your brother you're
gay, he says he won't tell the old man, as long as you
give him sexual favors?"

"Yeah," Jerry solemnly responds.

"He has you give him blow jobs, nightly?" Scott asks.

"Well, yeah. Sometimes it was morning and night."

"Then, at your expense, he invites his buds over on
the weekend, when your folks are away and turns you
into their cumdump?"

"Really, Scott," Matt, who was more mild in his
wording, confronts, "do you have to use such vivid
descriptions?"

If any other guy, Matt would be on him, hands behind
his back, slapping the cuffs on him, hauling him off
to jail, but when Scott demanded, "Butt the fuck out,
Matt." Matt `butt the fuck out'!

However, Scott did have the decency to ask, "This
language bother you, Jerry?"

"Um, no. Matter of fact, `cumdump' is a nick name they
gave to me. I can't tell you how many times they
fucked me or made me drink them down."

With the insight to know the red BMW he was supposed
to meet up with, should be parked outside the men's
jon, Scott ripped off the facts, "Then, when big bro
heads off to college, he rats on you and tells the old
man?"

Breaking down again, Jerry cries, as he tells, "It was
the worst. He would pick on me for every little thing.
I... I didn't know what to do... other than run."

Bringing up one little detail Matt hadn't got out of
Jerry, Scott asks, "And what did your mother have to
say about all this?"

"Nothin'," Jerry replied, low-keyed, staring at the
pattern of tiles on the floor. He then got up enough
gumtion to say, "When Jack and I were kids, she ran
off with some guy. We never heard from her again."

"Jack... that's your older brother?" Matt asks, but
then getting the evil eye from Scott, shut up.

"Yeah," Jerry returned with. "He's a junior at
Greenville College, in the midwest someplace."

Looking intently at his watch, Matt picks up on it,
daring to say, "Late for your maso-boys?"

Again, he gets an evil stare from Scott, until his
face changes to something with a little more humor,
mixed with an evil smile.

"Why don't you get out there and use your policeman
skills and question them for loitering?" Scott comes
up with the idea to stall.

A total submissive, Matt proceeded willingly, with a
chance to play around with two young college jocks. If
he played them right, he might be able to experience a
little cock-driven porn!

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"I can't believe this," Juan said, taking his
frustration out on the steering wheel.

Looking over at his friend, Troy says, "He's only ten
minutes late. Maybe he'll still show."

"I should've know better than to trust some schumck in
a chat...." Juan trailed off, when a cop, all decked
out in uniform, bent over, his face showing through
the open window.

Even though knowing inside information, the red BMW,
two college dudes, into what he's into, Matt asks,
"Waiting for your girlfriends to show up, gentlemen?"

"No," Juan at first answered honestly, then faked,
"yeah, that's it. We're waiting for our girls to show
up.

"Mind stepping out of the car?" Matt asks, his real
intention to get a lifesized view of the two college
dudes.

"Um, did we do anything to break the law, sir?" Juan
inquires, along with his cock reacting, wishing it
were this cop who was working him over, instead of
their mystery master, thinking what a hot fantasy it
would make.

"Um, yeah," he responded, quickly calling up the
database in his brain, searching for something to pin
on the two. After patrolling this park for numerous
years, Matt knows every square inch. He knew there
wasn't any sign, but stated anyway, "No loitering
after dark. Can't you read the sign?"

Leaning forward, Troy searched for the sign in the
dark, looking out the front and side windows. However,
Juan, cock-driven, ready to crossover from reality to
fantasy, pulled on the handle of the door, setting
Matt to stand back. Without further ado, he reported
to the front of the bright red roadster, Matt
following, as he volunteered to place his hands on the
hood, lean over and spread his legs far apart. For the
moment, Troy was entirely forgotten.

"That wide enough, officer?" Juan inquired about his
legs being spread, which had been wider than
shoulder-width.

Although Matt didn't perceive it as being a deliberate
act, he took in the view of the jeans spread tightly
over the two perfectly shaped mounds. At times, before
he met Scott, he's thought about fucking a guy, but
since surrendering to his submissive side, Matt now
stood there, licking his lips, wondering how the
Latino's ass crevice tasted. Around the other side of
the car, Troy reported, making like Juan, spreading
himself out over the hood, only feet closer together,
an act to protect his assets.

"Well, you going to frisk us or what?" Troy asks,
brazenly, tired of standing there. As he casts his
head over his right shoulder, he notices the police
officer totally ignoring him, cruising Juan's bod,
from head to toe. So much, he didn't even respond. To
test his theory, the dark blond college jock pressed,
like doing a pushup and detached himself form the
hood, standing. Right away he didn't have any reason
to doubt his own suspicions, seeing the tent in the
cop's pants. Not really experienced at the gay
lifestyle, being a late-bloomer, he was rusty on his
terminology, so hoped the cop could translate, as he
had the nerve to say, with indignation, "If you want
it, why don't you just go for it, so we can get the
hell outta here!"

He was noticed! Right away, it drew Matt's attention
away from Juan, like a dog on the scent, turning to
face the nineteen year old blond. Still keeping his
composure, Troy definitely felt his bod get sweaty.
Nobody could be more surprised, than the college
sophomore, as Matt stared into Troy's eyes, his hands
going for the button holding Troy's jeans in place.

"Don't mind if I do," Matt says, a slight grin on his
lips, as he started to fidget with the waistline.

"Um, I don't think so," Troy replies, his hands on
Matt's stopping the cop from invading his privacy,
more reluctant to have a cock up his ass than Juan.

Still with his chest pinned to the hood, Juan looks
over his left shoulder, at the two.

Knowing he's already into it, forgetting about his
oath to truth and justice, Matt asks, "Not into
getting a hot blow job?"

Being neglected, Juan stands up, moving over to the
two-way conversation, standing to the side. "I thought
you were going to do me?"

Juan became old news, as Matt catered to the
authoritative way Troy conducted himself.

"What's happening here?" Scott calls out. "Are you
Troy and Juan?"

Before Scott can get a word of truth out of either,
Troy says, "This cop just offered to give me a
blowjob!"

Without a word from Jerry, Scott says to him, "Go over
and sit in my car over there, Tris," he pointed out
the only other car in the lot, except Juan's and the
patrol car.

"Tris? Like in Tristan?" Matt questioned.

Scott didn't bother to take the time to explain
Jerry's real identity, revealed to himself in the
men's jon. After Tris was safely inside Scott's car,
out of earshot, but probably not from view, he walked
over to the trio, summing up the scene in his mind.
Right away, Juan scans Scott's bod, voicing his
opinion, "Hot leather, sir!"

He had expected two subservient boys, but already
worked up in his mind other opinions. Sometimes
surprise situations demanded plans to be changed or
amended. He curved his lips into a slight smile, as he
saw a new plan fall into place.

"When are you off duty, pig?"

Troy and Juan stood there, eyes wide as saucers,
mouths gaping, forming little `ohs'.
They waited to see their leather man from the internet
chatroom be cuffed and hauled off to jail.

Not knowing the relationship between the two, instead,
Matt replies, "I was off duty a half hour ago..."
After looking to the two college frats, knowing he was
already knee-deep into the bdsm fantasy play, Matt
replies to Scott, "um, sir."

Ready to say something, Scott got cut off by Troy.
"You fuckin' played us," and since Scott already used
the term and Matt did nothing about it, uttered,
"pig!"

As if watching a porn video on bdsm, Scott's loins
tingled at the scene, watching Troy telling Matt where
to get off. Again, his plan created a spin off.  He
decided maybe this fantasy still had a chance at being
salvaged, yet!

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Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee
This story 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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