Date: Sat, 11 Jan 2014 16:54:36 -0500
From: T.CHASE MCPHEE
Subject: Giv2GeT 24

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Giv2GeT 24

WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Unlike around the office, back where LL presided over in `real life',
unofficial meeting of the unofficial board wasn't to be held until
afternoon... late afternoon.

Good thing for all involved, Bryce among them. It had been the only way he
could get out from under the debt ceiling lurking above him, a buyout by
LL's firm. However, LL wasn't leaving him in the lurch, appointing Bryce as
overseer of reworking the horse farm and bringing it up to par.

Little did LL know whatever became of Gio last night, but bright and early,
ahead of opening his eyes, his cell phone went off...

"Which one of you has the nerve to have your phone on?" the sheriff says in
a grouchy manner, trying to plant ears under a pillow.

Having left his in the lumberyard office, Samuele says, "Not me!"

By the time LL got to it, it had gone to his inbox. Seeing it was Gio, it
became urgent, LL called back, "What's up Gio?" hearing the familiar voice.

Brad, his head still buried, Samuele was wide awake, out of bed and already
pulling himself together, one leg in, the other diving into boxerbriefs.

Despite having a threeway love match last night, Gio was up at the crack of
dawn. Showered and dressed, stealing whichever guy bunked in this cabin, he
looked like a soldier, in camo pants and shirt. Be it, the gear could have
been one size bigger, the shirt pulling across his pecs and abs, pants an
inch too short. Nevertheless, he had communicated with the main office this
morning and was right on it, business began the day before.

"Good work, Gio," LL ended his conversation. Turning back around, lying
down as he went, LL notices Samuele missing, Brad lying with back facing
him, pillow wrapped around his head. `Oh how tempting,' Brad's ass looked!

"Owch! Oh shit-oh shit-you're dead!" Brad exclaims, having been aroused out
of light sleep by LL's hand!

"What're you gonna do, arrest me sheriff?" LL laughed his ass off.

Turning slowly back around, facing LL, Brad's legs got wound up in the
sheets, "I have a good mind to do just that, except you're so damn cute!"

"Oh really?" LL goads. "In the dark last night, you couldn't tell, could
you?"

In the dark last night, the three had taken to the bed, LL making love to
Samuele. In the middle of the bed, Samuele traded off kisses with Brad, at
which point, bored, LL took to making love to Brad's cock.

Last night, LL had really gotten worked over, switching off to sucking
Samuele, Brad, having been brought to total hardness, paid back LL's
kindness for doing so, by reaming his ass.

After Brad came, shooting his load onto LL's back, Samuele and LL coupled
up, 69-ing. Waking up, Samuele was in LL's arms, his back to LL's hairy
front.

"In the dark last night?" Brad recalls, "All I could care about is finding
the back door to your hot hole!"

"Yeah, well you could have been a little more gentle. I'm feeling a little
sore back there this morning?"

Brad getting out of bed, tells him, "Catch Samuele before you put your
clothes on. He loves tonguing ass!"

Having a job to do, protecting the good guys from the bad guys, Brad was on
his way out, leaving LL at the mercy of Samuele's cooking.

He had smelled the aroma, which according to Brad, didn't seem half bad,
"I've been warned," LL tells Samuele, walking into the kitchen.

"Of?" Samuele thinking it could go either way, the kitchen or back to the
bedroom.

LL was about to mention his sore ass, but alluded to, "Your horrible
cooking, which," he looks over Samuele's shoulder, weaving hands around the
waist, "neither looks terrible or smells half bad!"

Turning the gas off and stepping around in full circle, Samuele says, "I
had a good time last night. I'd like to sleep with you again."

"Sounds good to me!" LL replies.

They kiss.

Samuele then alerts him, "It won't always be with Brad?"

"I'm sure I won't be too disappointed," LL smiles, "as long as you can take
his place?"

"Your ass is sore from his big cock?"

LL replies, opening his mouth and exercising his jaw, "My molars got a good
workout too?"

Smiling, Samuele felt like he needed to throw in a compliment, "Love the
taste of your sweet cream." Not wanting LL to get the wrong impression,
"But I'd love to find out about Brad's opinion of how tight you are?"

It was the open ended question which broke the camel's back, LL saying,
"Oh, have you got a treat in store, mind you!"

"Brad has to head back home. How about yourself? Heading back to the
office?"

LL had his opinions. When he did business with Samuele, he was all
business. Pleasure was a whole different side of Samuele, which LL notes,
"What a difference in you from yesterday to today."

Samuele sweetly levels with LL, "I'm kind of shy when I'm around people I
don't know."

"Oh really? Just how many guys did you dance with last night, before you
hooked up with me?"

Samuele says, "Dance? That wasn't dancing."

"Then what do you call squeezing by a guy, grinding your crotch or ass
against him?" LL puts it to him.

"Uh, grinding my crotch against an ass?" Samuele puts it to him straight!

Leading to a dead end or for argument's sake, leaving things be, LL says,
"These eggs are good. Bacon's done just the way I like it... nice and
crisp."

Since LL had led them off subject, Samuele alludes to, "What's your plan
for today?"

"I don't know. I'm on vacation. I leave all the details up to Gio and my
team," LL replies.

A little worried, but confident things will turn out okay, Samuele asks,
"How do you see things ending up at the lumberyard?"

"Again, Gio will have to give us the final run down, but as far as your job
goes, you'll be carrying on as usual, with possibly some added
responsibility. Far as your brother is concerned, and I won't be the one to
deliver the news, I think he better start looking for a new line of work."

"I can't say I don't think you're wrong, but he is family?" Samuele says.

LL has had people like Andres Larregina in his employ. Not considered
young, but at 27-years old and some college education, he should be more
responsible. Partial to Samuele's request of `family', he says, "I think
our only alternative here would be for Andres to accept a position at the
bottom of the employment totem pole and then show he is responsible enough
to fit into management. What do you think?"

"He has a teaching degree in biology and worked the lumberyard until he
could find a teaching job. I'm not sure how he will react," Samuele
assesses the situation.

"Hmm," LL rubs his day old scruff.

"What's up? You have something?" Samuele, who was standing, takes a seat
across from LL.

"I think I might be able to make it simpler on both of us. Let me get with
Gio first and then I'll spring it on you, if it's feasible."

At first, Samuele was real worried about Andres. It wasn't that he was a
bad seed, just that he was frustrated over having a solid college degree
and not doing what he set out to do in life, be among nature, the earth,
teaching others. Cocking his head, smiling, he says, "I trust you. You do
what you can."

"That's what I plan to do," LL gets up from the table. "Maybe you can show
me how the shower works? Every house is different!"

Seeing Samuele hadn't had a chance to eat, LL made some phone calls right
there, speaking with the only man who could get the ball rolling, "Gio!"

He expected a hard luck story of a late night out and early morning
hangover, but as it has happened, nine times out of ten, Gio was fit for
work.

Samuele listened, in between woofing down bacon and eggs, coffee to wash it
down the gullet, hearing first about the camp. LL seemed pleased to how
things were working out. When it came to the lumberyard, it was quite the
opposite, closing with the need for more time. Bryce's farm seemed to be a
done deal. With more creditors than Bryce could handle, LL was a
`godsend'. However, all which he had put into the farm, even though left
for years to the elements, Bryce still came out ahead, some cash in the
bank and a job, overseeing the place.

En route to Bryce's farm, when Gio had hung up, he gave Pavel the directive
to find the rest of the crew, assemble them and have them back to the farm
in time for LL's visit.

"If anyone's missing, you know who's responsibility it will fall on?" Gio
tells Pavel, slamming the door closed before an answer could be had.

He knew it wasn't at all fair, putting it all on Pavel, when he knew how
uncooperative the others could be after a long night of booze and sex, but
smiled, knowing, Pavel would have them there, regardless of the condition
they were in!

Rather than have Pavel drive all the way up the lane to the main house, he
got out at the main road. For a change Gio was not dressed in a suit and
tie, rather camo pants and shirt, a military styled cap on his
head. Feeling more relaxed, he walked with his laptop over the shoulder,
taking in the clean air and...

"Excuse me, captain," a voice seemed to come out of nowhere, "but is this
the farm where they're hiring?"

After looking everywhere except behind, Gio turns around laying eyes on the
stranger. He looked like a hiker or mountain climber for that matter, a
very long pack on his back. Figuring the pack looked heavy, he knew he had
to be strong, "Might be. Who's asking?"

Dropping the pack onto the dirt road, it stirred up dust, the strange dude
saying, "I'm Jarrett Bright. I heard by word of mouth there would be some
building going on over here and I'm really good with my hands."

He was `Bright' all right, energetic, bright smile and all, but he made Gio
smile, the good looking features and thinking about `good with his hands',
"Are you a carpenter?"

"Inside and out," Jarrett billed himself.

Taking Jarrett's hand to shake, Gio found out just how strong he could be,
"You feel solid."

Unknown to Gio, Jarrett was feeling kind of `solid' at the moment, "I
workout."

Toying, but also out to test him, Gio says, "This fence... it has to
go. How about your first job is to dismantle it?"

"Are you the foreman?" Jarrett asks, walking over to the fence.

If that's what he thought, it was good enough for him, "You might say
that."

Instead of having Jarrett do the whole job himself, Gio joined in. In no
time both had worked up a sweat, the shirts coming off.

"You are quite muscular at that," Gio lends compliment.

"And you're not at all skimpy!" Jarrett laughs, returning the compliment.

Back to work, Jarrett sees a bug on Gio's shoulder blade, slapping it,
"Got'em! I think!"

It stung for an instant, Gio straightening up, saying, "Are you sure that
was a bug?"

"Of course. Do you think I go around slapping guys for the sheer pleasure
of it?"

"I suppose not," Gio says, "not that I haven't known guys who have!" he
laughs. Though, a slight memory crossed his mind, LL's abduction and the
price he paid, whereas in the long run they became friends for life.

Picking up a section of the fence to toss to the side, Jarrett says, "I've
known a few myself!"

Quickly analyzing things, Gio didn't know whether Jarrett was gay, but
could guess what he was into. Chances are, if he was into the same stuff he
had sampled, he could be gay. He decides on letting things take their
natural course, "What have you done?"

Lots of stuff, Jarrett replies, "I don't want to scare you off."

Firming up the log pile, Gio says, "Scare me off? Would take a lot do
that. I don't scare easily!"

"I suppose I don't have anything to lose, since I haven't been hired for
any job yet."

Gio tells him, "I owe you at least an hour's pay?"

On account of them just meeting, even though he was liking Gio, not only
for his strong pecs, abs, curvature of his six pack and what he perceived
as meat packing his pants, Jarrett divulges, "To begin with, and I think
you'll be able to guess from this, I've been made to suck cock."

Gio giggles, saying, "`Made' to suck cock?"

He had opened Pandora's box, feeling like he was at the point of no return,
Jarrett saying, "Um, made to, but it's not like they had to force it on
me?"

Wanting Jarrett to know they were on the same page, Gio says, "Bet you got
a tight ass to fuck?" he looks up from squatting down.

Seeing something he can't bear to let go, Jarrett tells him, "You're the
one squatting over a log?"

Standing, Gio treats him like one of the office gang, "Oh shit man, you got
me!"

"Well, I'm sorry," Jarrett wasn't, "but you left yourself wide open, Gio!"

Gio laughs even harder, thinking it a joke, "`Wide open?' Oh my god, that's
so funny!"

It wasn't that humorous. Only fun, because that's how Gio was making it,
turning nothing into something!

"Doesn't take much to make you laugh, does it?"

Walking over to Jarrett, Gio wasn't in any laughing mood, taking him by the
belt buckle, digging digits into his pants and pulling Jarrett close,
smashing their lips together.

Breaking apart, except for Gio's fingers, Jarrett says, "I wanted to do
that a half hour ago, only I didn't want it to cost me my job."

"What job?" Gio asks.

"The job you're giving me so you can keep me around to make love to every
night!"

Somehow, Gio felt very comfortable with it, "You wouldn't know how to fix
cabinets, would you?"

Grabbing up their stuff, they walked up the driveway to the house,
discussing more Jarrett's life, than Gio's. An informal interview, Gio was
impressed Jarrett did not hold back on any details.

"Yeah, had a damn good job with a contractor, but got into drinking. Last
straw is when I wrecked a company truck. Had to pay it back too, washing
dishes at the diner after I was fired. Been roaming ever since," Jarrett
tells him.

"And why should my boss hire you?" Gio asks.

"I made a mistake. Traveling on foot I ran into different people. I've
learned a lot along the way, like I'm not the only important person in my
life. I'm also sworn off alcohol. I've decided I'm not going to allow
myself to ruin my life anymore and if you'll give me the chance, I'd like
to put my life back together again. Anything else?"

"Any boyfriends? Long distance lovers?"

Smiling, Jarrett says, "As long as you don't go too far away?"

Gio replies, "I'll answer that after our second date!"

"That was a date?" Jarrett asks, thinking about getting sweaty hauling down
split rails.

"We kissed, didn't we?" Gio replies.

Jarrett had to admit it, they did, saying, "Okay, so when and where is our
next date?"

"Both are to be determined. First I want you to tear out all of the kitchen
cabinets and strip this place bare."

A look of disgust, Jarrett says, "I have to wait `that' long?"

"You better get busy," Gio says, leaving him to it, like he would do any
other of his business associates.

Walking outside the farmhouse, he found the perfect way to break Jarrett
in, Pavel returning with the cartload of worms!

Piling out of the car, all decked out in camo uniforms, Gio instructs them
all to go help `Jarrett' rip the insides of the house apart, Pavel saying,
"Have fun boys!" he returns to sitting inside the car.

However, Pavel was shocked to hear Gio order him to the barn and work on
getting the tractor to turn over, "But I'll get my clothes dirty, Gio?"

Always an answer to a problem, Gio leaves the barn, Pavel stripping
down. Then, things didn't seem so bad, a cowpoke entering the barn, bale of
hay on his shoulder, with both hands holding it in place. Pavel's attitude
takes a leap, along with his heartbeat and throbbing down below, taking in
the sight of the gleaming bod, from sweat dripping down like a waterfall.

He had his limo driver's jacket off, slung over a stall fence and was just
placing his black neck tie in the jacket pocket, when this shining beauty
appeared, "Hey, how's it going?," he volunteers.

"Hey," Eddie Raleigh simply says, going to walk out of the barn.

Far as Pavel's history goes, 25-years old, dark hair, smooth, except for an
abundance of pit and pubic hair, very slight boy-trail, he always thought
of himself as a magnet for picking up or dropping men on the route to and
from corporate headquarters, which somewhere on the road, a stopover at a
rest stop with a hot man in the back always took care of the tip. Sometimes
if it got hot enough, Pavel would pick up tips anyway! Really, the only
times he got turned out, were by straight guys who weren't into an
occasional gay fling or `the ladies', whom Pavel was definitely `not' into,
which took extra effort to fend off, sometimes throwing the biggest hint of
all, `I suck cock!'

Getting the brush off, Pavel figures the hay-laborer not gay, laughing to
himself, "One of the 1%!"

"1% what?"

Pavel's attention had been on watching Eddie's ass leave through the back
of the barn.

Arch Geller had been itchin' to hookup with some guy, any guy, ever since,
as he put it, Ed Farley cheated him out of a summer of fun, when the man he
was matched up with, Ben Harris, never showed. Instead of riling up Arch
further, Ed sent him off on a wild goose chase, in the name of camp
business, to pick up some papers. He figured, Ed figured, he would make
something up when he got back, because after having to spend a week to
travel to D.C., then to Atlanta and jet back to the outskirts of town,
travel by bus back to camp... well, it was damn frustrating to Arch, when
returning to find Ed removed from the job and everything in disarray,
Instead of waiting for the hot `youngster' to answer, Arch pursues, "Who's
in charge here?"

In Pavel's line of work, he picked up or dropped off men at the airport of
all ages and whereas sex in the back seat was concerned, age nor size
mattered. What ruled was how hot the atmosphere could get inside the
limo. One of Pavel's turn ons was staring him down right now, suit, black
tie, white shirt and a very big plus, the `suit' holding an attache case at
his side. With no preference, Pavel could fit into a mold any man
wanted. Because he had a new throb beating in his heart and down below, he
lies, "I'm in charge," and specifically to lead him on, "what's your
pleasure?"

Walking up to the limo driver, it was like reading a history book, Pavel's
history. Testing Arch tells him, as he stares, "I'd sure like to ram my
case into your balls?" he smiles.

"What's stopping you?" Pavel says.

He had no intentions on having his balls crushed, which proves true, when
Arch draws his case back, claiming, "A man after my own heart!"

With total surprise, Pavel says, "Here, let me make it easier for you," He
stands back against the corral fence, places hands behind his head and
spreads legs.

"Sweet," Arch says, turning slightly to the side he holds his brown leather
case.

How surprised Arch was, when he thought he had a maso-boy exactly where he
wanted him, taking a leap forward, only to have Pavel jump up in the air
and grab an overhead beam!

"Tricked ya!" he yells out, dropping down.

Sure, Arch ran into the fence, but didn't drop the case.

Instead of a royal fake out, Pavel dropping down, which his plan was
formulated as it happened, he sadly had to lament, "Or maybe not," when he
lands with legs parted, his crotch pulverized right at the spot where
Arch's hand held the handle of the case. "Oh shit!" Pavel falls to the side
in a clump of hay.

"Ooh, that must've hurt," Arch laughs, seeing Pavel holding his crotch with
both hands.

"No," Pavel says with sarcasm, "it tickled!"

"Nice," Arch continues, "how about we try my knee next?"

"What are you, some kind of sadist or something?"

"I can be with the right man... Or, with a very, very special guy, things
could go the other way?" Arch says, bent over, analyzing the situation.

Even though 40-years old, Arch was young in his ways, didn't look a day
over 30, according to some and because he kept his youthful shape with gym
activity, "How about I let you get even?"

Not impervious to Arch's totally good looking face, feeling drawn to him,
Pavel says, "I'm not into that pain shit, but I have cuffed a guy to the
back seat and raped his ass, so it's not like I don't know what you're
driving at... whatever your name is."

"Arch," Arch puts down the attache down and reaches out with a hand, "Arch
Geller."

Pavel wanted to take it, but was leery, "How do I know you're not going to
pull my crotch into your knee?"

"How about I give my word?"

"Okay," Pavel replies, but with caution, "but I'm still guarding my balls
with one hand!"

Perhaps missing the connection with Ben Harris was a good thing. Throughout
his whole trip, which proved a total loss, because whomever he was supposed
to see in D.C., didn't know what Arch was talking about, picking up
`what?'. However, one particular taxi driver, young guy from Pakistan,
working his way through law school, got sweet with him and for once, life
wasn't about nip clamps, ball parachutes and whips, but good old-fashioned
sex. Feeling comfortable, Arch did level with Emre and was pleased the
20-year old wanted to try a little bit of bdsm magic.

However, drawing off the experience, Arch had hoped someday he could meet
up with another young guy and... helping Pavel out of the haystack, "See?
I'm being as gentle as a kitten."

"Right," Pavel is watching every move, especially Arch's `knee'!

Back on his feet, Arch helps dust him off, "Turn around."

"Why, so you can shove a giant buttplug up my ass?"

Making a fist, Arch smiles, says, "I think this might work?"

Slapping Arch's fist with his hand, Pavel jokes, "Put that away," turns his
back, saying, "careful brushing my ass off!"

One of the things with Arch's encounter with Emre, he found out just how
much he missed sweet, compassionate love. Instead of brushing too much, he
wove his hands in between Pavel's arms and with his lips to an ear, as he
unbuttons the shirt, like he was doing his own, "Were you about to get out
of this?" he kisses Pavel on the neck.

`Damn, what's happening?' Pavel had to question himself, just standing
there, not flinching a muscle, except to drop his chin and watch Arch's
hands busy at unbuttoning his shirt and looking upon his own smooth self!

"Nice," Arch says, peeling the shirt off Pavel's shoulders.

Turning around, Pavel says, "Now, can I knee you in the balls?"

Cracking half a smile, Arch says, "You're so hot, you can do anything to
me!"

"Okay. Forget the balls. I'll fuck you instead!"

Would have been sweet, except Gio happens upon them, with a simple, "Put a
cork in it, Pav. Who's this?"

"Arch," Pavel replies.

In a total turnaround, as Arch turns to face Gio, he extends a hand, "Arch
Geller?"

"That's me?"

"Giovanazzo Jones, but don't call me that. Call me Gio."

Pavel jokes, "Because if he hears you calling him that, you're entitled to
getting your balls twisted up the wrong way!"

A start meant to say something, like what was just communicated between
himself and Pavel, Arch reacts altogether differently, "Yikes! I'll have to
remember that!"

However, what's the point, when `Gio' is so much easier!

Taking Arch under his wing, ushering him out of the barn, Gio informs,
"Since you have an MBA, LL has decided to place you in the financial
office, if you'll accept the position of Chief Financial Officer?"

"Is that an executive position by chance?" Arch inquires.

"Sounds like it, doesn't it, but the only executive at this point is LL,
but you will be financially rewarded for the merger," Gio replies.

"Uh, see you later," Pavel says.

"Right," Arch tells him, waving.

Whereas before, when Eddie came and went, Pavel wasn't into doing
much. However, holding the shirt Arch just stripped from his bod, he felt
more confident about doing something and fitting in. Instead of only
himself, he thought about Arch. However, for certain, he was not going to
go at fixing some beat up, old tractor in his limo driver's suit. Leaning
against the stall fence, he lifted each foot to remove the scratched up
dress shoes, which were once glassy enough to see a reflection. Next, Pavel
had to think on the black socks. After peering down at the barn floor, he
left them on. Definitely the pants had to go, not giving a shit if he
worked in his briefs. So there, Pavel went to work in only his briefs and
black socks.

He had tools in the limo, but they might not be a match for a tractor, so
set about looking around. In doing so, Arch kept on creeping back into his
mind. One of the things which astounded Pavel, with so many hot men around,
most around his age, younger and older, of all things to happen, he's swept
away by a dude `much' older than himself.

"Hey!"

Pavel turns around to find Arch looking at him, "What's up?"

Now, before Pavel was dressed in so much more, which gave Arch a bunch more
to view, "Just wanted to let you know, in case you go looking for me," he
also made sure there was an interest, "I'll be working in the farmhouse,
even though there's a mass remodeling going on."

"Oh, okay," Pavel wasn't sure how to handle this, "thanks for letting me
know."

"Thought I would, just in case you wanted to... you know, hookup later?"

Pavel didn't know where these words were coming from, "Looking forward to
it."

"Really?" Arch was really surprised a 25-year old kid still had an interest
in him, "Then okay... see you later."

Five seconds after Arch leaves, Pavel is interrupted by an entrant from the
back of the barn, "Hey, how's it going?"

He expected Eddie again, but it wasn't, at least not the voice, more a
sloppy Italian-accent, mixed with a little `Brooklyn', "What happened to
the other guy?"

Making matters easier, by lying, Giuseppe says, "Reassigned. I'll be
bringing the hay into the barn."

According to what Pavel was thinking, Giuseppe was real cute. Dark brown or
black hair, it hard to tell from not being up close, nicely styled, though
a bit messy. Chest fur, a little around the nips, it made Pavel's mouth
water, seeing the swath below the navel leading to `full pants.'

Slinging the bail of hay down, like it was a box of feathers, he offers
Pavel his hand, "I'm Giuseppe. You can call me Seppe, or Sep, whichever
fits."

"I'm Pavel."

Seppe already knew that, but pretended he didn't, "Nice to meet you. What
do you do around here?"

"Seems I've inherited the motor pool. Know anything about tractors?"

"Yeah, they're great for snowboarding!" Seppe laughs.

"I'd like to try that sometime," Pavel stared, leaning on an old rake he
found.

Seppe was frozen in place too, rubbing a hand over midchest, like he was
trying to get all the particles out of the thicket. Finally he says, "I
better get back to work before Clay finds me gone missing."

"Great to meet you," Pavel says.

After Seppe leaves, Pavel is stuck in a reverie, thinking of how, not
sitting, bored in a limo could have its good points!

Meanwhile, inside the house, LL's crew, plus a few Gib security guards,
were hacking away, removing walls and ceiling tiles.

"Watch it!"

Like teamwork goes with LL's band of workers, it didn't matter to neither
Jef, nor Bastian, the office elite members reading each others minds at a
moment's notice, when ceiling tiles begin caving in on one of the Gib
security force members, Clyde Merritt.

>From behind, Jef had thrown his arms around Clyde, pulling him
backwards. With the same idea in mind, Bastian rushes the security man from
the front. As a result, Clyde was covered, from both sides, Jef winding up
as wall plaster, Bastian's back an umbrella for debris.

Fortunately, LL had covered all other bases, providing hardhats. However,
it had already gone to Bastian's head, forced up against Clyde, the man was
right there, fresh for...

"How can I ever thank you two?" the 31-year old guard asks, each brushing
the other off.

"Um, I could think of a few million ways," Bastian replies.

"Count me out," Jef replies, walking off to get busy again.

Clyde's eyes following Jef, he comments, "Talk about the brush off!"

It was a perfect lead in for Bastian, especially when owed so much, "Don't
mind Jef. He's very picky about his men. Oh look... your shirt is torn."

"Oh?" Clyde looks down upon himself.

Sure enough, force of Jef grabbing from behind, Bastian as his shield, the
bottom buttons of his shirt, even though heavy duty canvas, had torn the
fabric centered right around his bellyhole.

"Hmm, I wonder how that happened?"

Bastian is quick to put the test to Clyde, "Don't go blaming Jef. It was
probably all my fault!"

This could go several ways. Either Clyde would not know what the hell
Bastian meant, or he could and ignore it, or, as he chose right now, "Well,
what are we gonna do about that, um..."

"Bastian," Bastian liked the way this was going, "but you can call me
anything you think fits?"

Not the place, nor the time, with the others laboring on tearing apart the
farmhouse, Clyde says, "Maybe later when I get you alone."

Because neither crews had formally introduced each other, Bastian asks,
"What do I call you now?"

"Now?" Clyde plays along, "Clyde, but don't get too used to it!" he winks.

"What about your shirt?"

Clyde nods, the two ducking out the front door of the house. Around the
side, he says, "Strip!"

"Hell yeah!" Bastian gets the wrong impression.

Going for his belt buckle, Clyde cautions him, "No, your shirt. Gonna make
you wear the torn shirt," and to let him know what's in store for later,
"`boy!'"

"That's what I thought you meant," Bastian refastens his belt and begins to
unbutton his shirt.

With his shirt open, Bastian was feasting his eyes on Clyde's hairy front,
as Clyde says, "Like it so bad you can taste it?"

"Oh, you bet!" Bastian licks his lips.

"Good, because got a nice big one to clog your throat later!"

They were bonding, clicking, Clyde pushing all of Bastian's buttons,
Bastian letting him know where he was coming from and willing to go, "I'm a
glutton for punishment?"

With shirts exchanged, Bastian buttoning his up, Clyde says, "No, no, don't
tuck it in. Open your pants and do it right!"

Bastian already knew the story, Clyde just imagining it, the hardness a
cock can get with vocal interpretation of how the story could wind up.

"Nice," Clyde stuck his hand in Bastian's business. Looking into the
29-year old's eyes, he asks, "How does this feel?" he grabs hold of one of
Bastian's walnuts and tries cracking it open.

"Good, sir... very good," Bastian tilts his head back, pressing his lips
together.

"Well, that's enough of that for now," Clyde was done with his `test.'
"Back to work."

"Wait. Can you just give me a little something tide me over?"

"Like what?" this interested Clyde.

"A few gutpunches?"

He had viewed Bastian's abs, knew they could take some abuse, but didn't
think he was in the mood right now to deliver. However, "Okay. Stand
against the side of the house, spread your legs and put your hands behind
your head."

"Awsum!" Bastian says, carrying out the orders.

Both had buttoned up, but there stood a gap in Bastian's shirt, around the
stomach.

Carefully, Clyde builds the drama, unbuttoning the few others, "Gotta see
where I'm gonna aim my fist," he laughs.

Bastian didn't care how long it took, his cock and balls pulsing, just
waiting for the moment when this hot man's fist caved in his abs, "And
don't hold back. I can take it."

"Hold back? Never!" Clyde laughs.

With the stage set, Bastian eagle-spread, hands planted behind his head,
Clyde does some minor adjusting, lifting his elbows up, which Bastian feels
the stretch in his abs.

Holding his closed fist up to Bastian's furry stomach, he says, "Oh, one
last thing. Close your eyes. I don't want you to see this coming."

"Hell yeah! I love the element of surprise!" Bastian squints his eyes shut.

Building up the moment, Clydes tell him, "Think I'll give you the old
one-two!"

"Three-four, five-six, seven-eight, whatever man!"

Clyde couldn't deny all this wasn't making him hard to the point of his
volcano wanting to explode, but there was also an element he loved to
explore; depravation!

"Okay. Now hold that pose while I psych myself up for this."

"No problem," Bastian stood there like a statue, in anticipation of Clyde's
fists working his tensed gut over.

He saved his laughter until he had rounded the front of the house, laughing
his ass off, leaving Bastian in position.

Finally Bastian got wise!

Filling up the front doorway, Bastian confronts Clyde, "That wasn't fuckin'
funny, you asshole!"

"Oh really?" Clyde unfolds his arms, "Well later, more than your abs are
gonna suffer for your display of insubordination, boy!"

"Gotcha!" Bastian changes attitude, from anger to laughing his ass off!

"Yeah, but I wasn't kidding!" Clyde goes to walk back into the house.

Bastian plays along, "Like, I'm really scared!"

Going back to work, neither mentioned anymore about their secret desires.

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Copyright 2014 T. Chase McPhee

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