Date: Mon, 02 Dec 2013 13:19:52 -0500
From: T.CHASE MCPHEE
Subject: Giv2GeT 20

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Giv2GeT 20

WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Bryce was disappointed, voicing displeasure to the whole crowd of men,
"Take out?!"

Everyone could tell Javier was embarrassed as hell, grabbing an empty pizza
box off the porch, carrying it inside.

Where there was laughter and loud chatter, things went silent, Bryce
becoming the apex of their narrow scorn, some eyes squinting, others
shaking their head.

Walking towards Bryce, placing a hand to his shoulder, Joseph consoles him,
as the crowd turns back to normal, "Listen, my friend..."

"I'm not your friend," Bryce physically removes Joseph's hand from his
shoulder, perhaps reading where this is headed.

Wayne stood right there, curious to what Joseph was up to.

"Very well," Joseph stood now, arms across, under his pecs, "what I was
going to mention, I doubt you're up for it, but in case you need to feel
some `expiation'..."

"What the fuck is that?" Bryce replies.

Wayne, who could sometimes resemble a walking dictionary, says, "Amends. In
case you're feeling sorry that you yelled at Javier for doing something in
which he figured was righteous, considering the crowd you invited for
dinner, but didn't use your head in thinking how much food would have to
be..."

Bryce cuts him off, "Listen, this is my ranch and I run it as I see fit,
so..."

However, lo and behold, who should butt his big butt in, pompous Steve
enters the fray, "Well maybe if you were around more, Bryce, instead of
letting us peons do your work for you..." he vanishes as fast as he
appears.

"What the fuck?" Bryce's eyes still follow Steve, like daggers to his back.

"He's right," Clay is next in line to degrade. "Maybe if you were around to
pay attention, AJ and Ron might now have fallen through the shack roof!"

Stepping up to home plate, Bryce was close enough to smell sweat,
addressing Clay, "Oh really? For your information I hadn't a clue to the
condition of the roof."

Seeing Bryce's fist clutched, Joseph was sure he was readying to start
swinging. He didn't physically interfere, but stepped up to where three
became crowded, "No need to get riled up, men. I'm sure we can handle this
civilly." he could always be the peacemaker at the school he taught at on
the off-months, without touching either opponent.

He elbow, a little bashing into Joseph's chest, made it enough of a touch
to warrant defense, Bryce warning, "I'll let you know when I need your
help!"

Solid as a rock, Joseph always praised his own physical condition. Working
at a school for boys, with his 6' height and swimmers build, looks and
attitude drew a perfect sketch of authority, without physical
confrontation, most of the time. A diplomat at school, Joseph has used a
tactic in the past, 2 high school-aged boys meeting in the wrestling room
for an after school bout, each one thinking they were better than the
other.

"There's only one way to settle this, as I see it!" he stood, not with a
frown, but a wry smile.

Wayne was watching closely, thinking, `What's he up to?'

Perhaps the two disputers thought the same, Clay asking, "And that would
be?"

"A wrestling match!"

Others had slowly started paying attention and upon catching Joseph's words
and with due intent to hype up the match, plus interests, Chad Perry
exclaims, "Cool!" and nudges Joseph, to share his feelings about a great
idea, especially to his advantage, "I'm taking bets!"

Only thing wrong with Chad's idea, Camp Rufghup guys, their belongings,
including wallets, were in safekeeping back at Ed's office and the
farm-workers had not received their first paycheck.

Of course, Chad has all the answers, when he sees the looks on their faces,
reaching for wallets which were not there or opening empty ones, "Okay, in
lieu of greenbacks, if you lose, I get to fuck you!" he laughs.

It was a good joke, at least that's the way the men took it. Not far from
reality, guys begin paring off, or going threeway and make their own wager,
which drizzled down to blowjobs, asslicking or...

"Hey, I place my bets on Clay. If he wins, I get to fuck you. What do you
say?"

Joseph, torn away from the crowd, which seemed to amass around Clay and
Bryce, stands there, trying to figure things out. Cracking a smile, he
tells Wayne, "How about I fuck you either way?"

It was as plain as day and night, Joseph's wager, Wayne throwing his own
line of bull in there, "Fair enough, but I still get to fuck you,
regardless!"

The whole scheme of things wasn't making any sense. Regardless, this guy,
judging the college lad to being about half his age, wasn't any different
in attitude from a deal his high school students would swing by him. Joseph
knew a bullshitter when he heard one and Wayne wasn't being any
different. Yet, the difference was, it was making Joseph way too excited,
"So, I fuck you and you fuck me. Why are waiting for two men to beat each
other up?"

"I don't know. It was your idea, Joseph!"

Joseph didn't recall saying that, but for once in his life he was loving
how he was being swindled. With reserve, he says, "Okay. We'll play by your
rules this time."

"Rules? What rules?"

Perhaps the rules of attraction and the games guys can play to get what
each wants?

"Hey!"

"What?" Joseph asks Wayne, wondering what's next on the 24-year old's
agenda.

"Where'd everyone go?" Wayne interrogates him.

Turning a head, Joseph sees one of Wayne's security guard buddies duck into
the barn, "They went that-a-way!"

"Cool!" Wayne says, pulling on Joseph's hairy forearm, "Let's go
this-a-way," he coaxes him towards the farmhouse porch.

Really, Joseph had a hankering to watch two men beat each other up. Where
his high school boys were concerned, a punch to the pecs or stomach was
okay; balls worked over, a no-no, "Right now?"

"I saw the way you like to dress."

Looking at Wayne, like he had two heads, "What of it?"

"Leather? I know what it means," Wayne says, stepping a foot up onto the
porch.

Reading into things, like the way Joseph thought this was going to
progress, he states, "Oh, so now you want to torture me?"

Joking, Wayne says, "Really? Can I?"

Knowing psychology, Joseph wasn't ready to allow him to pull a fast one,
"Oh no you don't, Wayne. Remember, I'm twice as old as you, which means I'm
twice as smart and way ahead of you!"

Smiling, the cutest smirk, cocking his head, Wayne replies, "What would you
do to me, which would get your balls cooking, except for fucking me?"

"Fucking you?"

They would make it up as they went along.

Much similar to this idea, it's how it went in the barn. There were plenty
of older guys from Gibs security, who could have refereed the wrestling
match, being the most vocal, Chad won their approval.

With him officiating, Bryce and Clay in front of him, Chad sets the rules,
"First of all, this is going to be a nude wrestling match!"

The crowd goes wild.

As a matter of defiance, Clay stands up to Bryce, lowering his briefs. On
his way back from the lake, he grabbed at a pair of briefs hanging off a
branch. They weren't his, which is probably the reason Clay was already
bulked out, down below. Setting himself free, he appeared to look much,
much larger than when his cock and balls were encased.

Bryce didn't want to follow, because he didn't want this standoff turning
into something so sexual. Unbuckling his belt, he started to feel a little
horny. While all the guys whistled and slung sexy comments about Clay's big
anatomy, he was thirsting to pulverize it, just for the sake of tearing
down Clay's ego!

Chad, who didn't know Bryce before this time, is bold to tell him,
"Whenever you're ready, pops!"

Bryce, pushing his briefs down, looks up at Chad, "You want to swallow his
and your own balls?"

He looked mean, not that Chad has gone up against some mean dudes in his
life, but being on Bryce's turf, "Uh... no, sir. I kinda have gotten used
them being between my legs!"

It's then that it struck Bryce, how much Chad resembled his old boyfriend,
which is most likely the reason he did some of his own backing down, "Well,
because of your age I'm going to let you slide some."

He was hairy himself, but addressing another hairy dude, sometimes it made
Chad weak in the knees, "Thank you very much.... uh, sir."

Bryce didn't say anything, turning to hang up his pants, briefs and shirt
on a corral fence, placing his boots on the straw-laden ground.

The whole time, Chad's gaze was affixed on him, thinking that hot, hairy
ass made his balls boil, which drove him to handling his own cock.

Turning around, it wasn't Clay he gravitated to, but back to the referee,
Bryce saying to Chad, "Something making you hard, boy?"

"Not a thing!" Chad lied!

His jaw dropped open though, when each wrestler had to accept the rules of
the wager, which they did, Bryce amending them, "But if I win, I get to
fuck the referee!"

Of course, guys stroking themselves over seeing the two hot, hairy, sweaty
and stoked up wrestlers walking side to side in a circle, readying to
pounce on each other, Chad's eyes were fully engrossed on watching Bryce.

Chad was sorry for blurting out the final rule, `anything goes', because
early part of during the tourney, Bryce had caught Clay off guard, given
him the old `one-two' between the legs.

Smiling, as he watched Clay roll up into a fetus, announces ahead of Chad,
"Game over!" he held both clenched fists high, a signal of his power and
might in bringing Clay to more than his knees.

Little did Bryce know, it's not the first time Clay had taking a low blow
to the boilermakers. Jumping up, he could have brought a fist right up
between Bryce's legs, but was saving that for later! Instead, he rammed his
right fist right into Bryce's gut and the other against his jaw.

It threw Bryce to the left, but he was quick-witted enough to get up off of
all-fours and jump back into the match.

"Hardly phased you, did it?" Clay asks Bryce, the two again circling the
barn floor.

Sarcastically, Bryce says, "Just like my fists didn't phase your balls?"

If it hadn't come to this, an audience to his suffering bod, Clay might
have surrendered to be hung from the rafters by his wrists. Hell, did he
love cock and ball torture! However, this wasn't the time, when his ego was
on the line. There was a time for fun and games and a time for `serious'
fun and games and this wasn't the time for the latter. Though, taking
Bryce's hefty fists to his lower anatomy, he licked his lips, hoping there
could be a time when they could get alone...

Too much thinking and lusting on Clay's part caught him off guard. Making a
rush of it, Bryce ducked in half, ran towards Clay and slamming a shoulder
into his midsection, took him half across the barn.

"I guess we know where this is headed?"

Turning his head to his left, Chad checks out who has put a hand on his
shoulder. Following the hand to the wrist, up the forearm, seeing a face,
he says, "And which farmboy are you, who needs my dick up his ass?"

Smiling, Hwang says, "You're so sure of yourself, are you?" which was meant
as a challenge for the fucking idea Chad had proposed.

"That is," Chad takes a quick look down, then faces Hwang once more, "if
you've got what it takes to work me up into a frenzy?!"

Hwang could go either way, but always sought out the top position first,
depending if the guy he approached liked to do solely oral, if he shared
the same pleasure, "I think we can both get each off to the deep end!"

Right now, Chad's soft stroking he was doing, with a hand down his briefs,
wasn't on account of paying attention to the wrestlers. He could care less
right now the Clay had Bryce backed up to a beam extending from the ground
up, clasped his wrists behind it and was using the wooden stake like a
back-breaker, "Maybe we can do some business," Chad treats it like a
business proposition, rubbing the back of his hand from Hwang's midchest,
following the trail down to the 24-year old's briefs.

"That, I'm sure we can," Hwang sought out to make it a tie, reaching up and
pinching Chad's left nip!

Meant as a broad hint, Chad says, "Any good with your lips?"

"Probably no better than you are with your tongue!"

Soon the wrestling match lost it's referee. Feeling so sorry for Bryce,
Corky felt obligated to help the poor man out, before he acquired and
aching back. Shuffling around behind Clay, Corky dares to reach in between
Clay's legs and with bending down a little, like Corky was ready to bury
his tongue in Clay's ass, he grabs hold of his balls, pulling them back,
out the crevice!

"Oh, fuckin' shit!"

Bryce pays his bills now, not Clay, but Corky knew he would have to deal
with it, "Uh-oh!" he turns around and runs.

The other guys laugh it up, hiding Corky as he dives into the middle of
them, Kyle saying, "I don't know where he went, Clay!"

It wasn't in the rules, but then again there weren't any, nor anyone left
to judge whether an illegal punch was thrown. Then again, Kyle wasn't part
of the fight until he steered Clay astray.

"Now that's just wrong!" Jerry says, after Clay gut-punches Kyle.

You can imagine how Clay felt, having a load of men pile on top of him,
except Kyle, whom was given special attention by Bryce, "Thanks for helping
me out, Kyle."

"Me? I didn't do nothin', except get a bruised rib. Corky, he's the brave
man of the moment!" he looked into Bryce's eyes.

Apparently, there wasn't any attraction, except his employer watching out
for the welfare of his hire hand, "Oh, okay. Just wondering if you're okay
and nothing's broken. I know from experience," Bryce lightens up, "Clay's
got a hard right hook!"

Kyle wasn't disputing the same for himself, watching more than tackling
Clay the reason for bods all mashed up!

Bryce figured Corky was all tied up in the mess, stood relaxed and
watched. His vengeful attitude fading, a smile came to Bryce's lips, with
it on his mind, Clay's bare bod lying on the bottom of the pile, wondering
if he was conscious and if so, sensing anything of the fact, all the boys
piling on, he wished it upon himself, being in Clay's shoes right
now.... well, bare feet!

Little did any of them sum up, as the pile began to unpile, big-cub Steve
the first, Jerry, his hand woven in between Eddie Raleigh's legs, which
Jerry had punched through the muscle and flesh, making a beeline for Clay's
`soft spot.'

"Hmm," Bryce, having had his gut bashed in a couple of times, rubbing it,
the only ill effect, a dull ache, surrendered thoughts of fucking his
losing opponent, "maybe I'll let Jerry do my dirty work for me!"

Then the crowd broke up, Bryce leading the guys over to the storeroom at
the back of the house, which no one had yet discovered. Spotting kegs of
beer, they whooped and hollered!

Meanwhile, upstairs, second floor of the farm house, their banter caused a
disturbance in the force, Chad asking, "What was that?"

Hwang, placing a hand on Chad's shoulder, pulls his head back to the
pillow, "Sounds like everyone's out back, having a heap of a good time!"

Though, Hwang could dispute the fine time he was having, wetting a finger
and drawing a line around Chad's right nip, tasting the sweet sweat, the
after affects of heated mansex.

"Had a nice time myself!" Chad cracks smile.

Agreeing, Hwang says, "I didn't think I'd be able to wear you down, Chad,
but I did it!"

"What... you want a metal for fucking me?"

He couldn't believe he was joking about breaking down his guard, letting
Hwang in the back door, but he figured, if ever there can a day when he met
Mr. Right, even if he turned into Mr. Right-now, he would have to surrender
himself.

"Metal?" Hwang does another of his quirky things, digging a finger into
Chad's sweaty bellyhole, then licking his digit off.

"I can't believe you're doing that," Chad says, watching Hwang suck on his
finger.

"Here... wanta lick?"

"Ick! No! Get that thing away from me!"

Hwang came right back at Chad, "You didn't think you would like my cock and
you sucked it?"

"That's different," Chad replies, "it's like licking a guy's ass. Totally
turns me off. Don't even expect it, Hwang, `cause you're not gonna get it!"

"No problem. I can give in too, you know?"

No, Chad didn't know. Beyond different borders for them to really notice
each other, even though Hwang claimed he had an `eye' on Chad from the
moment he saw him. How would either know anything about the other, when
they never gave it a chance to speak to one another?

"Give what?" Chad asks.

Slapping Chad on the stomach, Hwang says, "Turn over!"

Chad did it, saying, "You don't have to be so bossy!"

Yet, it's how Hwang was earlier, though not having Chad turn a cheek to
him, rather propping Chad's legs up on his shoulder and splitting rails,
"Get off it, Chad. You loved me inside of you!"

Lying on his stomach, Chad turns his head, "Do you have to be so graphic,
Hwang? You forced your way into my ass!"

"Oh, so now you're making me into a rapist. That should really further me
in my future career as a detective!"

They had touched lightly on the subject, what Chad had planned to do with
his life, which Chad hadn't a clue. Now, he had an idea, "Detective? I
thought you were going into the restaurant business? Detective,
though... they get a lot of hookups?"

He didn't look like the kind, but Hwang had an idea of career and what he
wanted in life, "If you're going to be with me, you better stop thinking
about hookups!"

Chad blew it for himself, Hwang ready to mount his ass, lay his cock along
the crevice and give the 21-year old a back massage. Having heard what he
heard, Chad didn't think he was ready to settle down just yet, "Hold
it. Wait," he made the time up signal, "time out. You sound like you're
ready to set up house?" he turns over.

Giving Hwang a little tumble, their positions in bed reverse, Hwang flat on
his back, Chad sitting up.

"Who me?" Though Hwang wasn't sure, because he had thought about it enough
times. Maybe he was doing that, unconsciously? Perhaps it was the reason he
felt it in himself to plow right on ahead...

"It was you in my ass, wasn't it?" Chad replies, sitting on the edge of the
bed.

"So, this was all fun and games to you?" he watches Chad stand.

"Kind of awesome fun," he doesn't deny the sex was good, even though he
strived to be the one doing the fucking.

"I can be versatile," Hwang says, confident he can draw Chad back to bed.

Looking out the window, Chad's reply is, "Hey, the guys got beer down
there!"

Surprising even himself, seeing the sleek, slender bod at the window, Hwang
says, "And I got you!"

Turning around, the last remnants of sun racing in the window and across
the bed, Chad couldn't say the picture wasn't attractive, glistening sweat
and Hwang black chest hair, the stripe, played against his sweat-glistened
skin. For a moment, Chad stood there, breathing the sight in.

For whatever it was worth, Chad looked upon this moment as more than a
casual hookup, stepping back towards the bed, announcing, "Damn, I want you
again!"

Lying on top of him, Chad initiates kissing and once again they return to
foreplay, Hwang saying, "I knew you would see it my way!"

Right now, sucking, eating up Hwang's tiny nip, tweaking the other, feeling
the reverbs underneath him, Chad was ready to give all he had to give!

As for Steve, he started to get it on with Joseph, but forgot about
earlier, in the lake, flirting. Finding their way to the old bunkhouse,
Steve leading the way, little did they know a bearcub picked up the scent,
tagging along, several yards behind.

Inside the bunkhouse, they heard a `strange animal' at the door, "Woof!
Woof!"

Wayne with a look of question on his face, "Come in, Jordan," Joseph rolls
his eyes.

"Woof!" Steve greets, seeing the red-haired 21-year old make his way
inside.

"Hey," Jordan walks on over in a casual stride. Comfortable with the
surroundings, he gives Steve a kiss on the lips.

"Excuse me," Joseph says, "but I saw him first?"

Knowing Joseph from Camp Rufghup, Jordan says, "I know you're reputation
for making guys tote the line, but we ain't in camp!"

"Oh really?" Joseph says, standing a hand on one hip, playing with his
cock, with the other. "And what would the consensus have to say about me?"

"You can stop pretending Joseph," Jordan has `heard' things, "we all know
what was going to happen. You're going to make us run around the course and
then when we're all tired you're going to take us to that cabin up in the
hill area and have your fun!"

Joseph couldn't deny, past years he got in on a little bondage, discipline,
and sadistic acts in previous years. However this year, which started off
the same, changed course, all because of this boot camp strategy LL brought
in. If Ed Farley hadn't gotten so money hungry and turned LL down,
then... then Joseph would not be standing here right now, getting hard over
watching two guys get it on, Jordan making Steve get down on his knees
and... "Hey, where do I fit into all of this?"

Jordan, being as pompous as the next cub, says, "Fuck, Steve?"

Steve loved the taste of Jordan's meat, but wasn't exactly hungry to be put
on the spit, gets up, "Here, Joseph. Take my place for a while."

Not in recent memory, has Joseph been on his knees, responding with cock in
hand, "No, no, no, that's okay. I'm fine standing here and taking
everything right in."

"I can see that!" Steve says, watching Joseph come to almost a standstill
in handling his junk!

Having given up the spell he had on Jordan, the ginger cub had gone behind
Steve's back, till he appears alongside, "Looks scrumptious, Joseph!"

"What about me?" Steve asks.

Impetuous, over what appeared Steve trying to decide, Joseph says, "While
you two are trying to make your minds about whether you want to be
glorified tops or bottoms, I could sure use some tongue?!"

Suddenly, Jordan's dominant side, the one he never knew he had, kicks in,
relieving Joseph's hand in order to commandeer the thick slab of meat,
"Well, if you're not, Steve, I for one am not going to let this go to
waste!"

Joseph was in heaven, Jordan making love to his cock, Steve taking the
hint, bending over, his hand lifting Joseph's big balls out from underneath
and out of Jordan's way.

Opportunity knocking, while grabbing up one of Jordan's furry nips,
tweaking it, his other hand comes down onto Steve's ass...

"Owch-dammit Joseph!"

Without exclamation, Joseph calmly responds, "it's `sir', when you're
servicing me, boy!"

With a smirk on his face, both hands feeling the sting on his ass subside,
Steve says, "You can have it your way for now, but mind you, I can have a
tendency to makes things right, so you better watch your back, Joseph!"

"You hear that threat, right Jordan?" Joseph asks.

He mumbled something incoherent, but right now Jordan was way to occupied,
to think about speaking.

This was way different than how camp had been conducted in the past, but
Joseph thought about it, how the next 7 weeks of summer could be such a
pleasure and perhaps if his two cubs could get into it, some light s&m
could work its way into their playing around.

For the others, some retired en masses to the bunk house, others sleeping
in the main ranch building.

LL had a swinging night and for lack of a partner, somehow took notice of
how Corky wasn't pairing up with anyone.

Nothing romantic occurred, only small talk, LL finding out Corky's past
history. Feelings about him, LL thought of him as the younger brother he
never had. He did walk Corky back to the bunkhouse, but left him there,
walking out towards the open range.

"Hey," he called out seeing an outline in the moonlight, someone familiar.

"Hey, yourself," Jose calls back, moving over on the boulder he sat on,
patting it with his hand, gesturing an invite.

"I thought you would be with that `Jerry' fellow?"

"Was," Jose rubs his stomach. "A good gutpuncher he is, but as far as
romantic, I think he must've flunked out of that chapter in the `Book of
Love'!

Placing a hand on Jose's thigh, LL says, "I thought I got a decent
reputation when it comes to that subject?" he giggles.

"Too bad we couldn't connect," Jose replies.

"Taking potshots at your stomach is one thing, but ball bashing, that's way
out of my league!"

He was smiling, but in the dark neither could tell. With the inflection of
his voice, Jose tried humoring, "You don't know if you will like or not
like something, if you never bother to try?"

Placing his arm behind Jose's back, tagging him over the opposite shoulder,
LL confides, "The answer still is, `no', but I still love you like a
brother!"

Returning the affection, weaving arm in, around LL's belt line, to the
other side of his hip, Jose slightly swivels his ass, "I always wished it
could be more than that?"

It's not like LL didn't have the same warm feeling. His mind wanted to
fight the feeling, based on not being able to give Jose everything he
wanted in life, mainly trading off s+m roles, "We shouldn't."

Fending off his kiss, Jose says to LL, "You know, suddenly what is so
important to a man, can be wiped away, when he wants something and when he
has to do something to get it..."

"I think you better quit while you're ahead, Jose. You were never good at
mushy stuff?" LL says, turning his ass somewhat towards his buddy.

Regardless of what Jose was driving at, he sensed words didn't matter, not
with LL's hands on his waist, working them under his shirt, "But..."

LL was good at working through problems in his company. In affairs of the
heart, things could run parallel, "If we both want something bad enough,
I'm sure we can work through our differences."

"Like how you put ketchup on your toothbrush in the morning?" Jose
questions, after shaking his head loose when the tee shirt comes off.

"Hey, don't knock it till you try it!" Of course, LL, who in his lifetime
has performed some doozies of pranks, namely the one time he trickled the
ketchup bottle over his toothbrush, which made Jose hurl!

"Ok, first deal," Jose sets forth before the kissing gets started, "I won't
ask you to slap my balls around, if you keep the ketchup in the kitchen?"

"Deal," LL replies, "sealed with a kiss?"

>From kissing, it went on to hands-on activities. LL thought he would
perform his ultimate prank and after unbuckling Jose's belt, unzipping and
sticking his five digits down the Latino's briefs, he gave Jose's balls a
little squeeze.

"Oh shit, LL! I thought you weren't!"

Doing it to some other guy, it might have resulted in instant separation, a
fist to the jaw, but not now, LL laughing, "The minute I did it, your cock
bulged right up!" which he was bringing out into the open how much Jose
liked it!

"If it's anything to you, it felt good, but my shaft was already hard?"

"Oh. Was it?"

"Of course," Jose delivers, "I don't have to have you pulverize my manhood
in order to get it up?"

"Oh really?" LL acts with proud repose, "Then I really do turn you on?"

"How many times do I have to say it, you did when I first saw you, then
again when I officially knew your name, then after we met and..." Jose
recalls.

"And blah, blah, blah... Like, are you going to wait all night to get my
clothes off?"

"You forget how to do it?" Jose replies, his hands already at the task.

Switching subjects, LL asks, "So, we never got through the list of what
else you like besides having your balls pounced on?"

Stopping from fully opening LL's belt, Jose sits upright, says, "I like
having my nips mashed from moderate to giving it all a guy has to give?"

Ballsacs were one thing. Nips a little more innocent on a scale. He had a
sensitive pair himself and didn't mind it if a man's lips or fingers toiled
a little heavy, "Don't we all?!" LL giggles.

"Is that so?" Jose says, moving his hands immediately up the insides of
LL's tee shirt.

In doing so, the shirt is lifted, revealing a heavy, dark swath of fur,
until Jose reaches his target.

Making sure they were on the same page, LL cautions, "Just remember I don't
like it the way you like it!"

"Oh, I'll be careful!"

It's a shame they couldn't very well make out how each looked in the pale
moonlight, or else LL would most likely have seen the devil-painted smile
on Jose's face.

"E-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-eks, Jose!" Part of his own doing, when LL tored Jose's
tweaking fingers away from his own nips, it gave him an extra zinger,
"Owch!"

Like it was a big fat joke, LL begins laughing, claiming, "That last part
you did to yourself!"

Lifting his tee himself, LL tries looking at his nips!

"Ain't gonna see nothing in this light!"

LL knew. It did also occur to him, chest fur growth would cover up any
evidence, unless the pair of eyes were within kissing distance.

He was about ready to bust Jose's chops, when he feels a hand in his pants,
"`Dick' don't lie!"

They played, like two kids in a match for words.

"Well just you try that again and I `will' make sure you get a raging
hardon from fist pounding below your `dick', Mr. Smarty!"

"Really?" Jose replies.

Even in the dim moonlight, LL could vividly make out Jose's grin, "No. Not
really. I mean, unlike you, I would not do something as premeditate as
that!"

"Hey, you know what we should do?"

"No. I'm not tying you to a chair and playing with your sacs until you
start screaming like a hyena!"

"Hyena's don't scream. They laugh. But I think it could work the same way
with me?" Jose jokes.

Curious, LL asks, "So... what's the other idea. The `clean' one?"

Calming his thoughts, Jose says, "Well, I thought we could get all kissy in
bed," his hands feel up LL's shirt, "work each over... with tongues,"
wanted to make himself clear, "and when the time comes, your choice, legs
up or doggie-style, while I'm fucking you, `play' with your nips."

"Right and then when you're ready to yank my nips off with your nails,
you'll come. At least you'll get a thrill, while I'm howling and bleeding
all over the sheets?!"

"You're so pathetic, LL. Do you think I would resort to something so
underhanded and devious as..."

"Okay, okay. You've made your point Jose, but you should also know me well
enough to know I don't go for one night stand stuff?"

"Yeah," Jose says in a more serious tone, "and if I were smarter I would
have forgotten about all this nonsensical stuff I like and... and then,
maybe were could still be making something out of nothing."

The gentleness at which Jose approaches, LL allows Jose to give him a kiss.

"I didn't know you had it in you."

"Hey, you should know me too. It's not all about getting high on pain?"

As sure as he knew almost everyone in his small company, LL had the
insight, "And what happens when the time comes, when you `crave' it?"

"I know," Jose says, withdrawing himself and his affection.

Feeling sorry for his buddy, LL goes against his own principles, "Why don't
we just make the best of it for tonight?"

"Are you sure?" Jose, his cock already in prime condition.

"Just this once, but don't go expecting..."

In the middle of his sentence, Joseph comes walking by, rather swiftly,
mumbling and grumbling something about, "Those damn fatboys..." doesn't
stop, waves, "Hi fellas."

"No offense, LL," Jose watches Joseph zoom by, "but there's a `real' man!"

"If that's what you think, then why is your ass still sitting on this
rock?!" LL slaps the boulder with decisiveness.

"Because I'm with you," Jose replies, his head shifting towards where
Joseph was headed.

"Get the fuck outta here," LL gets up, "I'm going to see if the beer kegs
are empty yet!"

Rather than having to reply back, Jose watches as LL picks himself up and
heads back to the farmhouse, saying, "I'll catch up with you later and you
can tell me about your sore balls!"

Either way, Jose would have had sore balls, whether with LL, draining them,
or... he gets up and moves in a light jog!

Back a the farmhouse, it was a ghost town. Walking round back, the
storeroom was locked, the place cleaned up, looking like a dozen guys
hadn't partied there, except for the flattening of the tall grass.

"Rats!" LL exclaims, as thirst causing his tastebuds to dry up.

Then, if finding nothing to wet his whistle, a 4x4 comes reeling by, almost
running him down, "Oh-h-h-shi-it!" he jumps back!

Putting on the brakes, the truck slides on gravel, then backs up.

Right in front of LL, dusting his tee and pants off, he yells into the open
window, "You near fuckin' ran me..." then notices, the vision of an angel,
"down."

"I'm really sorry about that. I suppose I shouldn't be going that fast,
especially at night..."

LL had already been studying the writing on the door, the name,
`Larrengina', "This your truck?"

"Uh, yeah. I'm one of the owners," he reaches over in front of himself,
sticking a hand out the window, "Andres Larrengina. I run the business with
my brother."

Taking and shaking hands, LL asks, "Does your brother drive as fast as
you?" Then quick to put differences aside, "What are you doing out here
this late at night?"

"I have some odds and ends to deliver and told Bryce I'd get them to him as
soon as the goods were in," Andres tells him.

"Couldn't it have waited until tomorrow?"

"Could have, but I was on my way out and... oh, hold it a second?"

They had to drop the conversation, Andres excusing himself, answering his
cell.

LL listens in, how could he not, hearing the chat start out soft, but
quickly escalate. He smiles, hearing Andres tell the other person the date
is off and dropping the name, `Samuele!'

Cutting off his cell, Andres just shakes his head, "Some people!"

Right off, LL jumps to conclusion, "Having boy problems?" he smiles,
because he's been there himself.

Giving LL a weird look, Andres replies, "That was my brother on the phone."

"Oops."

"You thought?"

Again, that pale moonlight could be a guy's best buddy, especially when
embarrassment set in, "Sorry, I thought... never mind."

"You think I'm gay?" Andres asks.

Because Andres hadn't jumped out of the truck and beaten him to a pulp,
plus the casual manner of speaking, a hint of a smile, LL figures out,
"Probably no more than I am?" he shrugs both shoulders.

After a brief silence, which probably could be attributed to Andres putting
some ideas together, "I was supposed to meet Samuele at a bar, but I
couldn't find a date. It's no fun going there solo. Would you want to hop
in?"

"Sure, but I'd have to find some pants somewhere?" LL says, looking down
upon his hairy legs.

"Shorts are no problem. I've got the same on myself!"

With hastened thinking, his mouth dry, plus Andres' incredibly good looks a
delectable delight, not about to let the feeling fade, LL asks, "Have you
got a seat for me or do I sit on your lap?"

Hiking his thumb to the right, Andres replies, "Seat for now, my lap, maybe
later!"

The nails, screws and other building supplies owed Bryce never made it out
of the truck, Andres winging a full circle turn.

Whereas Jose had taken to stalking Joseph, it's not like Joseph himself
hasn't been stalked!

Up ahead of Jose, Joseph had gotten the feeling he was being followed. When
he came to where the tool shed stood upright at the side of a wasteland,
upon passing it, he jumped to the outside wall, plastering his back against
it.

Right after Jose passes the shed, he stand there, scratching his
head. First looking straight up the road, he attributes darkness to being
the reason for losing sight of Joseph.

Eyes parked on Jose, Joseph just waits, until he figures the Latino has
racked his brain enough. Neatly placing his feet, so as not to make a
sound, two long strides are enough to place him at Jose's back. A touch to
his shoulder, "Lost?"

"Shit!" Jose jumps one giant step forward, losing Joseph's grip, turns to
face him, "You scared the hell outta me!"

Knowing how stalking a guy can be on the human anatomy, Joseph asks, "I
hope it didn't make you lose your erection?!" he laughs.

>From a feeling of being scared of the dark, or the temporary fright from
the dark-clad, leathery dude in front of him, Jose did do a check before
truthfully saying, "I've still got something."

"Mind if I check?"

Of course, it didn't go unnoticed, being from the same side of the fence,
those at Camp Rufghup having checked each other out. For some, it was from
a distance, others almost as close as microscopic.

Psychologically and physically, Joseph got things well in hand, sliding
knuckles down Jose's tee shirt, until the belt buckle stopped his progress.

It started to irk him, that feeling of an immense turn on, Jose looking
deeply into Joseph's eyes, "My pants might stop you from sensing just how
hard I'm feeling right now."

Not buying it, Joseph says, "Is that so?" not falling for Jose's trick to
get loosened up.

"You're not going to check?" Jose said it, like pleading to have his pants
opened, cock and balls exposed to the late night air.

Turning a head, looking back over his shoulder, east, in the direction camp
would be, Joseph asks, "How far do you think camp is from where we are
now?"

"Mile?" Jose guessed.

Drawing from a pocket, a jingling of metal, Joseph holds out a pair of
handcuffs, tossing them to Jose, "Here. Put these on."

Instead of fear, a complete sense of excitement came over Jose. It did
pique his curiosity, "How did you know..." that he was into kinky stuff,
like...

"I'm twice you age, son," like Joseph was counseling, back in the real
life, "a man gets to know how another man wants something so bad, they both
can taste it."

Clutching the cuffs in a hand, where Jose had caught it midchest, he lets
one dangle, left hand fastening one metal loop around the right
wrist. Having a tough time doing the same to his left wrist, he drops the
loops twice.

Like a person should be well-learned about placing cuffs around his own
wrists, Joseph huffs, steps forward, "I better help, or we'll be here all
morning."

Of course Jose was concerned about it not being last night. Not wearing a
watch and not an avid fan of guessing the time against phases of dawn and
dusk, he had no clue. Right now he didn't give a shit, cock and balls
twitching, which made other things priority. Having switched up things over
the years, but partial to bottoming for a hot, demanding type of top, looks
into Joseph's eyes, cracks a small smile, "Thanks for helping me out!"

Things were not the norm, but if they had met, like a date set, Joseph
would have already decided, "I should have made you strip before putting
the cuffs on!"

Going for his belt buckle, Jose says, "I can still strip halfway, if it
pleases you?"

He was speaking Joseph's language, not that he wasn't getting turned on
himself.

"Why don't you do that, `boy?'" Joseph giggles out something of a sinister
tone.

"Yes, sir," Jose says with an excited twinge, going to it.

Belt making a jingle, Joseph `helps', "I'll take that, boy!" he strips the
belt out of Jose's loops.

Unknown to Joseph, Jose is thinking, `Wow! This is going to be awesome!'

It was getting awesome to Joseph, the pants coming down, Jose kicking off
the his sockless sneakers, stepping each leg out, then going for his
bulging briefs.

"Hold it right there," Joseph orders.

"Huh?" Jose questions, thumbs in the sides of his briefs, ready to shed
them down, over his ass.

He had a little surprise for Jose, ordering to place palms behind his head,
lifting elbows up high, "Higher!" Till Jose could lift no higher. Cracking
a smile, it also made Joseph feel horny when a dude did that, the whole
purpose, tee shirt hiking up in order to catch a glimpse of treasure trail,
which in Jose's instance, made it rise to where his deep innie flowed out
with a defined sense of `trail'.

When it made him get enough of his jollies, he did with his hands, what
Jose's arms accomplished, more so, Joseph lifted the tail of the tee shirt
and parked it behind Jose's neck, not being too cordial, "Move it," meaning
Jose's hands blocking the pathway.

With other parking, Joseph took the elastic cord of Jose's briefs, pulled
them down, securing them under, what made the master lick his lips, a hefty
set of balls, "Mm-mm, what fun I'm going to have with these!"

Sometimes, a remark at the beginning was a moment of discovery, at which
time Jose made Joseph's balls throb, saying, "You can do what you want with
them?"

It didn't need to be said, though Joseph was glad to be granted permission
to probe, "Oh you bet I'm going to do what I want!"

`Want' is what Joseph did. Picking up Jose's sneakers, he tied them
together, allowing them to dangle. Next trick was winding the laces around
Jose's sacs, which having done it a few hundred times in the past
20-something years of his total age of 41, Joseph has done it hundreds of
times.

Wincing, Jose feels his cock palpitate, "Oh yeah..."

"Need it bad, do you?" Their formal talk became like a yo-yo, fading in and
out of sincerity, "I asked you a question, boy!"

"Yes sir-yes-sir, I need it bad. Real bad, sir!"

"Good!" Joseph exclaims, making sure the sneakers are secured, holding them
up and dropping them.

"Oh-h-h-h-yeah!" Jose wails.

Not ready yet to march Jose off towards Camp Rufghup, Joseph lets loose the
anchor, pulling Jose's out from his balls. Dropping each sneaker,
"One... two..." he lets each fall through the cutout for each leg.

"Oh shit!" Jose replies, realizing, whatever Joseph did, it was making each
ballsac pull away from the other.

He only played out being sadistic, because he knew how much the other guy
yearned to be controlled, to the point where the thresholds between
pleasure and pain became one. This is what really got Joseph going. If Jose
wasn't feeling it too, it was no good. After hearing Jose gasp, Joseph had
to pour it on, "Bet you didn't realize I separated the sneakers and now the
left is pulling on your left ballsac, the right sneaker tugging at your
right sac?"

Not a novice at this stuff, Jose says, "I love the element of surprise."

`He does, does he?' it tickled Joseph, having already eyed up that six
pack!

"Ugh-g-g-gh, oh shit!" Jose's bod is emptied of reserve air, emptied by
Joseph's fist heaved into his abdominals.

"Hm, not bad," Joseph casually says, noting Jose didn't cave in
completely. Of gutpunching, he's seen guys take it and others fall to
knees, cuddled up in a ball, as if he had kicked them in the balls.

Inhaling and standing partially, Jose says, "I didn't see it coming."

As an excuse, Joseph says, "I thought you liked the element of surprise?"

Taller, back to the position of elbows up, Jose tensed his core, just in
case and standing his ground, "Is that it?"

He loved it. The way it was always played out, if the other guy wanted to
quit, Joseph would try talking out of it. He was a character builder when
it came to guy fantasizing about bdsm and how far it could go. Right now,
he didn't need to coax, "Is that it? Hell no! I've just begun to make your
life hell, boy!"

He picked up Jose's pants, and belt, walked behind him, saying, "Get yer
ass moving, boy!"

"Ak-k-k-k-k!" Jose yelled out when his own belt, doubled in half, stung
against his ass!

It created a stir in a scene Joseph had been involved in with another
dominant, with the other top's boy, whipping the back, causing, as with
Jose right now, bending backwards a little, which with the other top, the
stomach became target to a fist. Right now he couldn't do both, whip and
punch, but then again, he was always a `solo' guy, selfish, not wanting to
share the action. Now he would thrash Jose's hot ass, later trash his abs!

Meanwhile, Gregg Harmon had decided to call it a night. Rather than walk
`all the way back' to Camp Rufghup, he decides on bunking at the farm, if
there's an empty mattress. Walking in, the place is like 900 times worse
than any army tent he's had to camp out in, on training exercises from the
dipstick military academy he's attended.

What secondly catches Gregg's eyes, is something which would make him say,
"What's this all about?"

It had been Wayne playing around with Jordan, which drew all of the
attention away from Joseph, making him feel useless and bored, reason he
stomped out of the bunkhouse. It had been no secret to Joseph, `cubs'
sticking together, but he didn't think he was failing that much in his
years, not to win over two, instead of one.

Regardless, Wayne, in the middle of tongue-wetting-down Jordan's
rust-colored pecs, who should stumble upon the hot scene, but Steve, which
he was flat on his back right now, on a blanket, in the middle of the
floor, Wayne sitting on his 9c pole, pushing himself up, allowing himself
to slowly lower, Steve punctuating in and out. In turn, Jordan hovered over
Wayne, having his tonsils massaged.

When Gregg walks in, Steve, knowing there was an intruder, the breakdown in
the threeway machine, fat cock deprived of movement, nastily shouts, "What
the fuck you want?"

Even thought Gregg now is muscled, he's been where the three are, though
not as far gone as Steve, yet still sports the hairy fabric up front, walks
over and `answers' Steve, "Your ass!"

Jordan sweetly says, "I don't think that's going to be a possibility,
Gregg!"

His mouth was void of cock, but still Jordan remained on hands and knees,
which to Gregg still looked like a promising situation, the ginger-colored,
hairy ass facing him.

Wayne stay put, not giving up his throne just yet. Steve literally had a
lot of weight to throw around, which right now, a huge chunk of it was up
Wayne's ass, reason enough for Wayne to say, "Can you wait until we've
finished up here?"

It's been quite a few years since his father sent him away to boot camp in
the summer, for it to turn into a year round military experience. At the
time his stomach wasn't the circumference of Steve, more like Jordan. It
was a life changing epiphany, but not without it's drawbacks, having to
give up chips, soda, burgers, milkshakes, ice cream and anything else which
contributed to his size 52 belt. That June, first month at camp, he dropped
15 pounds. End of summer, he doubled that figure. Halfway through the first
semester of military high school, guys started to take notice of the `hot
guy'. Two years later he graduated, but it was in his junior year he
noticed a treasure trail coming on. By the end of his senior year, Gregg
had some major chest hair flourishing, fanning out over his pecs and up the
neck.

Then it was kind of awesome to any dude with interest in a hairy man, but
now, Jordan began licking his lips, enough to stoke up interest, for him to
sit up on his knees, "Hey, wanna give me a hand?"

He had done it, why couldn't they, Gregg looked upon them, replying to
Jordan, "You're all a bunch of Porky Pigs. Get up yourself, Jordan."

He looked like a drill sergeant. The whole time at Camp Rufghup, he wore
camo pants, with matching vest, except when they all peeled down for
swimming. Right now, Gregg's look looked commandeering.

"Okay," Jordan joked about it, "here goes first try," he spat into each
hand, rubbed them together and with only a little effort, but a huff and a
puff, made his way to his feet.

Unknown to any of them, Gregg was versatile, though he took pleasure
working a man's hole, right before climaxing. Though, looking down at
Jordan, hard, cock and balls all wrapped up in the ginger hair, he suddenly
forgets about them all being `fat', "Isn't it boring with three?"

It really wasn't for Jordan. Wayne, he had to stay put. Steve, he was under
Wayne, so he couldn't go anywhere. Jordan, he had free rein to sometimes
work Wayne's tasty meat, or could wander around, lick and suck Steve's
pointy nips or suck on his pits. Same with Wayne, all he had to do is get
on his knees and he and Wayne could make out or do each others pits, nips,
have some intimate fun. Though, Jordan had to admit Wayne getting more
jollies than he was, "Yeah," Jordan answers Gregg, "very much so," lies, "I
was keeping hard only because I was stroking myself."

The other two didn't care what Jordan was saying. Wayne had restarted the
fire and Steve lay there, tweaking his own nips and enjoying the hot fuck.

"They got an empty bunk?" Gregg asks.

"Plenty, but they are all broken, or so squeaky," Jordan is very
suggestive, without really thinking, "when you fuck me, they'll be able to
hear you in the next county!"

Stepping closer, smiling, Gregg says, "Wouldn't want to wake up the rest of
the world, would we?"

Gregg voiced opinion, he didn't really want to hang around here, deciding
on hijacking a truck back to camp. One problem, when they got to the
farmhouse, there were vehicles, but no keys.

"How about the farmhouse?" Jordan suggests.

That proved useless, all the bedrooms `taken'!

"Any other bright ideas?" Gregg says.

"Well, you said I was fat. How about walking back?" Jordan says.

"I didn't exactly mean you, but that Steve guy, he's just heading for a
heart attack or diabetes," Gregg replies, starting down the lane to the
main road.

"You know a lot about that stuff?" Jordan asks.

"A ton, like, I've been there, done that," Gregg says.

Jordan provoking, drew out of Gregg more than a story about attending boot
camp, which segued into high school spent at a posh military academy.

>From a very wealthy family, over years, Gregg had ballooned into becoming
a hefty `big' guy. When his weight caused him to be picked on at school, it
caused him to get into fights, where almost always he came out the
loser. With not the most supportive of family members, he got a slap in the
face, parents telling him to `be good'. Without parental discipline, Gregg
often chose to literally run away from his problems, which in turn gave his
family problems.

"Last thing I did, was try to runaway. When I did, I hooked up with this
older guy. He stole some guy's wallet, who happened to be the town district
attorney. My father, who was influential, knew the DA, so I got out it with
a slap on the wrist. But it wasn't the end of the issue. That son of a gun
clued my father into this military boot camp. To make a long story short, I
went there in the summer, which wasn't all that bad, considering there were
a lot of hot guys there. Like at school though, hot guys didn't want to
have anything to do with me, so I changed," Gregg related.

"Quite a story. So, if some slim, cute guys made you want to change, how
come you're showing an interest in me?"

It made Gregg stop walking, whereas they had almost reached the main road,
"Since then I've become an advocate of being in good physical condition. I
think you're cute, but I think you can do something about yourself."

This could have been taken as some kind of insult, Jordan also thought
Gregg was `cute', "It's not like I haven't dreamed about being a
muscle-dude?"

It sounded to Gregg, like asking for help, "I can show you how, but it's up
to the person that's asking to do most of the work?"

Jordan giggled, thinking about earlier on today, "Work? You mean like
trying to hang onto the net and going the whole length, not just one hand
over hand before I have to let go?"

Gregg cracks a little smile, saying, "I noticed!"

"You noticed? That means you had to be stalking me!"

Laughing, Gregg says, "Yeah, I can't deny I was paying more close attention
to you, than the others, but you weren't the only one with the extra
baggage keeping you from completing the course?"

Knowing whom Gregg was talking about, Jordan, who had been checking someone
else out, "Wayne is not as far gone as I am," Jordan slaps himself in the
stomach!

"Right, but he's not far from catching up, if he's not careful!"

"We're almost there," Jordan broke the short break for silence, the two of
them staring in each others eyes.

Then, the silence of early morning was broken by 2 truckloads of guys,
3-abreast in the cab, 3 or 4 in the back of each, whoppin' and hollarin',
singing a Luke Bryan tune, pulling into the lane.

Apparently they did not see the two standing there in the dark. Gregg grabs
Jordan by both arms, pulls him towards him, like he was forcing him into an
embrace and slams his back against the fence.

"You saved my life!" Jordan says, faces an inch apart.

Thinking this could get serious, Gregg says, "You've got bad breath," he
coughs!

Breaking away, Jordan wasn't angry, saying, "They teach you to be this
courteous in military school?"

"Worse. If your boots aren't shined enough they kick dirt on them and then
tell you to lick them off!"

Jordan doubts, "No. Really? Did they?"

"No, but once I did see a guy down the floor licking some guy's boots."

"They didn't have dog shit on them or anything, did they?" Jordan shows a
disgusted look.

"Could have been. I didn't get a close up look on account of I didn't want
to be the next guy picked to do it!"

"I'm sure there's more to this story?" Jordan asks, sort of suggesting
something else.

Stepping away from the fence, putting an arm over Jordan's shoulder, Gregg
coaxes him on their way, saying, "Oh, I've got enough stories that'll make
your head spin!"

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