Date: Wed, 12 May 2010 16:47:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lucrative Mining Operation 06

The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any
resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely
coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons,
of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns, villages,
neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or non-governmental
areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male
relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if guy-to-guy
sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up your mind, you should not
read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most
states and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check
with your local laws regarding such.

% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use
protection.

Lucrative Mining Operation 06
WriTten by Travis Chase McPhee

%

Out front of the dilapidated motel, the sign repaired, one end hanging
lower than the other, showed how many out-of-towners actually chose this as
their overnight accommodations. Too, as he supposed, unless some driver's
GPS was out of whack, who would wander off the main road for the likes of
this place? Holding Detective Drew's watch in his hand, he fashioned it
around his wrist. Looking up, he saw the detective's car, black, ordinary
looking. Also he toyed with the idea of the keys under the driver's side
mat. "Nah," he said to himself, searching the neglected road north and then
south. Stepping off the wooden porch, much like a boardwalk, he hopped
right back on, exclaiming, "Oh shit!" when a snake crossed right in front
of him.

"He wouldn't have bitten you."

Expecting a cowboy, a dude with the hat, outfit to match, because of the
accent attached to his statement, Seth was equally startled by a guy as
normal looking as himself, tee shirt, jeans, except he was wearing boots,
but the glasses made this dude look more sophisticated than what he
expected.

"My old man runs the motel. He's out to town, so I'm watching the front
desk for him."

As if the sun sunning them wasn't enough, Seth could feel the pair of eyes
running up and down him as if the sun were licking his bare bod. "So,
whenever he's not around, you are?"

"Not really," the dude said. "When I'm away at college he puts the place on
auto." Then, looking up at the sky, squinting his eyes, "Thirsty? Want
something to drink?"

A delayed reaction, Seth couldn't think of anything else to say but,
"Sure," especially after the dude started leading him back inside.

Walking the short hallway, Seth follows, hearing the dude says, "I'm Jake."

"My name's Seth."

Entering the office, Seth follows, Jake saying, "Welcome to the best little
gay whorehouse in desert southwest!"

"'More than gay'," Seth replies, meaning other stuff, other than whoring
going on.

A wry smile on Jake's face, he replies, "Yeah, well I can't say I haven't
dabbled in it myself, if you know what I mean?" He hands Seth a bottle of
cold water.

Assuming they were on the same page, Seth inquires, "Like what have you
done?"

"Nothing which would constitute the real thing. Just stuff us frat guys do
at college on a dare. A little mutual gut punching. Once in a while some
dudes will have too much to drink, behave like idiots and think their balls
are made of steel and then find out too late, after the first time they've
had a fist punch them between the legs, they 'ain't' made o'no steel!"

"That's something I'd like to do someday," Seth says.

"Get punched in the balls?"

"No. I meant about going to college. In fact I was all set and then... well
I just didn't get there." And it was on Seth's mind, for curiosity's sake,
"Were you one of the ones who had too much to drink and think your balls
were made of steel?"

"Uh, no. I was one of the ones who had one too many beers and thought my
back was made of iron!"

Wondering what that meant, Seth watches as Jake sets his bottle of water
down, peels the shirt off his back, and then turns around, saying, "See
it?"

"What am I looking for?" Even though Seth was eyeing up the beautiful back,
the little blond hair at the small part before the beltline.

"My right shoulder blade. See a small scar?"

"Not really."

"Run your hand over my shoulder and back. You'll find it."

Reluctant to do so, Seth gave in and rubbed his hand over Jake's shoulder,
down his blade, but got too caught up in the smooth skin and kept on til he
reached Jake's belt.

"Feels good. Use two hands."

"What?" Seth stopped, realizing he overshot the place he was supposed to be
feeling up and dropped his hand.

Turning around, Jake's lightly blond chest and stripe down the middle,
faced Seth. "I liked what you were doing. Uh, want to continue around
front?"

"I dunno... I..."

Placing his hands behind his head, Jake says, "C'mon. Put your hands on
me. Touch me anywhere you want to."

Seth looked out the back window of the kitchen.

"Nobody's going to see us but a coyote."

"You've got some out here?"

"They only come out at night. You going to work my bod with your hands?"

"If you want me to?"

Jake smiles, saying, "I had this feeling maybe you wanted to, but were too
shy to go ahead and do it?"

Keeping his smile, even maybe sprucing it up to a brighter luster, because
Seth smirks as his face becomes flush, Seth says, "I'd like to."

"Nobody's stopping you."

It was his big moment, given the opportunity to touch another man's bod,
especially precious because it wasn't a man ten years older than himself,
but rather his own age or even a year older, but considered the same. So,
reaching out, he started to place them on Jake's ribs. "I've always wanted
to touch a guy's chest."

"Nothing's stopping you. Like I said, my bod is yours. Think of yourself as
the master and I'm the slave."

It then dawns on Seth, "Oh you mean like Erik and..." he stops, thinking
he's almost told what is happening in room 2.

"Hey, I grew up around here. Don't think I didn't know what went on in the
rooms we rented. I interrupted a few boarders on purpose, asking if they
needed extra towels. There's a lot of stuff that went down which I was a
witness to, so there isn't much you could do to me which will be a
surprise."

'Do', Seth began to think about Erik and Detective Drew, and drawing off
from what had transpired, asks Jake, "You into roleplaying?"

"Hell yeah! I wondered, because your friends were into it, if you were?"
Jake says, eyes all lit up with excitement.

"But how did you...."

"I snooped. I was outside the door when I heard the sound of like some guy
getting punched in the gut," Jake confesses.

"That would be Detective Drew," Seth said, then shut up quickly because he
wasn't sure if he should be saying something. He even voiced opinion, "I
shouldn't be saying anything."

Waving his hand, like shooing a fly away, Jake says, "Don't worry about
it. I'm not going to say anything. Besides, I know Drew and what he's
into."

"You do? Like how?" Seth asks, feeling more comfortable around Jake.

"He comes here now and then, sometimes for sex and once in awhile a guy
passing through who's into the stuff he likes to do." But, cutting past
what Detective Drew likes, to the present tense, "How about you and me?"

"What about us?" Seth asks.

"How about you strip, I tie you to the bed and then I do stuff to you?"

Seth informs him, "I'm not into that pain stuff."

"Doesn't have to be that way," Jake says, softening his voice. "While
you're tied to the bed, I can run my hands all over you, lick you, suck
you, keep you on the edge?"

Not objecting to anything, Seth was already feeling his cock move in his
pants, just looking at Jake's hot bod, let alone what he felt when he had
to opportunity to feel up the blond's bod.

%

Having his pride, Judson didn't want to give in, but at the rate he was
being tortured and used for their fucking pleasure, he knew he wouldn't
last very long. Still, in light of the tortures he's received so far, the
gut-punching, flogging of his back and the weights keeping his balls in
motion, still he hasn't regretted doing it to others. Now, his ass being
worked by Dicson's stiff shaft, he only looked further into delivering some
swift revenge. However, if he didn't get out of the fix he was in, he would
never be able to serve his own brand of justice.

So, after Dicson unloaded his balls and was confronted with the question of
the hour, "You going to talk or are you going to deprive us of another hour
of fun and games?"

There was the ultimatum, placed in front of him.

"Mack, show our boy here some mercy!"

Judson braced himself for another gut-punch, which he was sure was the
case, but instead Mack flicks at the snaps on the ball
parachute. "Ough-h-h-h-h!" he sighs out loud when the gag around his sacs
lets loose, the metal weights dropping to the floor, hammering it.

"Feels good, does it?" Mack asks, laughing as he handles Judson's ball
sacs.

"Enough, Mack!" Then to Judson, "So, what have you got to say?"

Seeing this his only way out, even if later it would be his life on the
line, he began to name names, beginning with Juan Velez and Ali Hassan. For
Judson's own reasoning he kept quiet naming the mining operation
supervisor.

"One of you had to be the mastermind of the operation here in the mines?"

"I was," he volunteered, as Dicson stood in front of him.

"Mack?"

"Yes, sir?" Mack asks, stepping to Dicson's side.

"I want all the information you can gather on these two men and report back
to me."

"Right away sir," Dicson replies, flipping open the lid to his laptop and
getting on it.

Aron Case, Mack's twenty-eight year old cohort, stood to the other side,
waiting with laptop open on the surface of one of the bondage tables,
taking down Judson's affadavit, Dicson assuming the position of authorized
personal for his deposition.

"Now, outside of the mining operation, I want names and you being the man
in charge, I'm sure you have a few?"

"How about a gesture of good faith and letting me down from this rope?"

"How about you start talking before I have Mack reapply the parachute to
your balls?"

%

"Didn't I keep my word?" Jake asks, after applying some rope to Seth's
wrists and tying them off to the wrought iron bars at the head of the bed.

"So far," Seth said, wanting to believe, since now he didn't have any
means, except kicking his feet around, which in his estimation would not
suffice if Jake decided he wanted to pounce on his stomach or balls, or do
anything else which would cause pain. "Oh-h-h-h-h!"

"Like it?" an understatement on Jake's part as he gnawed on Seth's right
nip. Then licking over it, he elicited more sounds of awesomeness off of
Seth's lips. It actually tickled him to think he was giving Seth his first
'bondage' experience.

"What you gonna do?" Seth asks, as Jake moves farther down.

Hands on Seth's belt, he replies, "If you think that was awesome, this is
going to be the most awesome thing of your life!"

Seth replies, "If you mean a blow job, I've had one already?"

"Only one?"

"Two actually. My high school friend and me did each other a couple of
times."

"High school?" Jake laughed it off. "Wait till you've had the college frat
cock-job. You'll see what you have to look forward to!"

Grabbing at the ropes attached to his wrists, Seth did experience exactly
what Jake dictated to him, pressing his head into the pillow when Jake
pulled his briefs down and became immediate with his cock-work, licking
right up the underside of his shaft.

He did stop to remark, "Oh man! If you get any harder I think you'll be
bigger than me!"

Not giving Seth time to register, he went right on slurping up the side of
the almost-rigid shaft. After wetting it down he went over the top and
enveloped it, pressing his lips together as his nose got buried in Seth's
pubes. And, noticing Seth 'had' thick, brown pubes, he took a moment do one
of his favorite things, lick away at the hairy part all around it, sticking
his tongue out and wetting Seth down. All the time he held Seth's cock in
his hand, stroking it at intervals. He used it like a handle to lift Seth's
balls up a little, enabling his mouth to lick underneath, then take each
sac in for a slathering up. He smiled, when gently stroking Seth's cock
upwards, a small amount of goo erupting from the surface. He let the
ballsac pop out of his mouth to take advantage of the sweet
honey. "Mm-m-m!"

His chin pressed to chest, Seth looked down and asks, "I came already?"

"No and don't you dare think about it!" Jake said light-hearted, the
nineteen year old giggling before he went back to work.

%

"Meinard Volkmann, is it? Well, it looks like the kingpin of this operation
and I have something in common!" Dicson replies to the named man from
Judson's lips, jumping up from his chair.

"There you have the list. Now you can untie me and allow me to go free,"
Judson says, wondering if Dicson is going to be true to his words or go
back on them and he remain the target of abuse for his goons.

"Go free? Now why would I want to do a valuable thing like that?"

'Figures,' Judson says to himself, proving himself right.

"You know," Dicson gets up and looks around, "why should I close down an
operation in which Volkman has built up and allow all these resources to go
to waste?"

Right away Judson puts two and two together, thinking of maybe himself
becoming Dicson's first victim.

"Mack?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Lower Mr. Shane's arms."

'Mr. Shane?' Judson thinks. Before it was 'boy' and then nothing, but now
he's being referred to with dignity?

"Yes, sir. C'mon Aron... like help?"

Aron replies, "He said 'you'. Not 'me'."

From the beginning, Dicson has noticed this attitude about Aron, his
unwillingness to get along with Mack. At first he thought it could be the
age difference, Mack in his early forties, opposed to Aron's late twenties,
but as timed has passed, he's noticed a more aggressive approach at not
getting along. Right now he was allowing it to slide, with some other
motives in mind. One thing though, if Aron thought he was trying to be
'Mr. Bigshot', he had another thing coming. After all, Mack and Sven went
back a long ways and he wasn't about to allow some newcomer to the tribe
take over, becoming his number one man. So Dickson says, "Aron, go help
Mack untie Mr. Shane."

Closing his laptop, almost like sending a signal of his attitude, he walks
over to where Mack has lowered Judson's arms.

Meant to humiliate, Sven orders, "Aron, massage Mr. Shane's arms. I'm sure
he is very tense."

Mack looks to Sven, his face suggesting something, like if Aron stands at
all in the vicinity of Judson's cuffed arms, he's wide open for a target.

Doing battle with Mack was one thing, but Aron wasn't about to go up
against the head honcho. Sure, he thought it demeaning to massage the arms
of a captive, thinking it the duty of somebody lower than himself, but in
Dicson's eyes, he knew that man wasn't Mack. So, as Judson sits there on
his knees, Aron says, "Wanna stand up there, Shane?"

By this time, Mack knows the score, exchanging a glance to his friend and
boss of the sting operation. Like Dicson, he watches and waits.

"Sure. No problem!" Judson says, making his move to stand with a lurch,
socking Aron right in the balls with both hands.

"Ah-h-h-h-h-h-k!" the chamber rings out with Aron's cries of pain.

Dicson knows, after the beating, flogging, ball torture and ass 'workover',
Judson Shane is probably fatigued, which would be nothing Mack couldn't
handle. "Mack, why don't you take the cuffs off of Mr. Shane's hands?"

"Boss?" Mack questions.

"And replace them on Aron, with his hands behind his back?"

Mack liked that idea! Loved it so much his balls were churning with
excitement. "Hell yeah!" But before he did so he asks Sven, "How about me
getting in on the action?"

"I figured you would want to, but I want to see what Shane can do too."

Knowing he was fatigued, Judson thought this to their advantage. He
reckoned it true, but in order for him to get out of this mess he was in he
would play along. For now the cards were stacked in his favor and if Dicson
wanted him to put on a show, it's what he would do. He'd work right
alongside the man who helped put stripes on his back, cause him immense
pain, play along, but somewhere down the line he would exercise the right
of 'what goes around, comes around'!

%

"Bet your high school buddy never treated you this good, huh?"

Right now, Seth could not contest a thing, with Jake's legs jackknifed,
moving his bod up and down, his ass eclipsing his hard shaft. And being in
sweet ecstasy, Seth could not answer Jake, even though he heard every
word. Then, once in awhile Jake would lean forward to give Seth a
kiss. Being he was, as Jake put it, 'bigger' than him, his cock would feel
the coolness of the room, but never fully be pried from Jake's ass. He did
say one thing, "I never fucked a guy before."

"Like it?" Jake says, sitting back and forming an 'o' with his lips at the
tight fit.

Again Seth didn't answer, in words, but moaned in ecstasy as Jake's ass
swallowed him up.

%

Out of Detective Drew's toolkit, Erik used quite the assortment,
flat-tipped nip clamps, till he found Derek Drew to be way too sensitive,
in a delightfully painful way, and substituted croc-clips, slowly loosening
the retaining screws. Twisting the chain between, elicited quite an amount
of goo.

Sometime an hour ago when Erik was doing this he asked, "Feels real good,
don't it?"

How could Derek refute, when Erik's cock was lodged inside him and he
twists on the chain, pulling his nips away from his chest by the croc-clips
and gently stroking his cock, it oozing out like soft banana from its skin.

But that was a hour ago and Erik had shot his first load. He laughed when
Derek begged, "Oh please... please let me come?"

And an hour later, Derek's pubes were all sapped up, but he was still high
wired from not coming. Too, it could have been his picture of Erik, tall,
dark-haired, hairy chest and stomach, cock as big as an Italian salami,
balls fully loaded and hanging down, it's juice continually perpetuating.

Now, looking through the toolkit, Erik replies, "Let you come? Why, when
we've got so many delightful toys to play with!" From within the kit he
withdrew a box of matches and a handful of white candles.

"No, please..."

They hadn't established any safe words, but from the beginning the two had
coded their conversations, Erik asking in a way, Derek's words fashioned as
a positive or negative response.

"Now I'm really gonna work those nips, boy!"

Of course Derek complains, but it's all part of the game.

Another ploy in his judgement, Erik says, as he takes the clamps off... Not
right away. After he's allowed Derek to calm a bit from the
blood-rush. "Now to firm these up?"

"You're insane!" Derek protests.

It wasn't the right set of words for stopping, so Erik proceeds to lift the
tab of the belt he stripped from the detective's dress pants and slap
against his nip.

Resembling a rodeo, Erik rode it out as Derek bucked his hips. After
several swats at each nip, redness around each, enhanced by the already
meaty part, puckered by the use of the croc-clamps, Erik halts the
nip-beating.  "Now for a little roasting?"

Breaking from the roleplay, Derek says, "I don't know if I can take it,
Erik."

Smiling, Erik knew Derek was reaching his limits, but asks, "You want to
try it, Derek?"

It was strange, breaking out of the roleplay, each addressing each other on
a first name basis. Even though Erik had gut-punched him a few times,
worked over his nips with first his fingers, then the clamps, followed by
the croc-clamps, then whipped them with the tip of his belt, he found
himself smiling up at him as he replies, "Okay, but make it both at once or
else I might quit after you drip it on one?"

Smiling back, Erik tosses the two candles and boxes of matches on the night
table, saying, "Why don't we save it for another time?" And by the time his
words trail off at 'time', he's bent over and kissing Derek's lips!

%

Down the hall and to the back of the office, Seth has involuntarily shot
his load, but not sorry he's done so, coerced in such a manner as having
Jake work him so, his ass jackknifed over Seth's pubes and working him into
oblivion.

Now, with their own little roleplay, which hasn't been so far from reality,
out of the way, the two lay in bed, Seth free from his bondage, each with
their arms around the other.

"You should really come back to school with me," Jake says, more holding
Seth in his arms, rubbing his back.

His chest against Jake's, Seth replies, "I have a lot of things going
against me, like no money and I haven't taken any of the entrance exams?"

"None of that would be a problem. I know people at the college," though
Jake doesn't bestow on Seth 'how' he's gotten this clout, "these people can
help you get in."

"Are they like friends?" Seth asks.

"Ah..." Jake thinks on it, "yeah, I suppose you can call them friends,"
thinking 'fuck-friends'!

"But then there's another problem. 'Erik'."

Smiling, making Seth feel comfortable, Jake asks, "What does Erik want for
you?"

Leave it to providence, a voice from the doorway speaks, "I haven't really
thought about it, to tell you the truth?"

"Erik?" Seth says, turning over, falling off Jake's bod. He knew he didn't
have any clothes on, nothing new to Erik, but being caught in bed, in the
raw, with Jake, it felt disturbing to himself, so clawed at the sheet to
cover himself and Jake up. Jake showed no such emotions, rather lying there
and taking in the sight of Erik taking up the doorway, one arm stretched
upwards, the other one positioned on his hip, cock and balls free to the
wind,

"Hey, I know what boys look like, y'know?" And Erik proceeded to sit down
on the side of the bed. Giving Jake the once over, he says, "Nice bod!"

"Thanks," Jake replies, but then switches topics, "So, what was your vision
for Seth?"

Seeing the sheets mussed reeking of a certain 'aroma', Erik replies,
"Firsthand, to find a nice young guy his own age so he doesn't have to hang
around with an old man for the rest of his life!"

"You're not old, Erik!" Seth protests.

On the other hand, Jake asks, "How old are you?"

"Twenty-eight and what are you... in college?"

"First year at Arizona State, college of education. I have hopes of
teaching science in either high school or college," Jake replies with
astuteness.

"I like rocks," Seth takes a stab at projecting his interest in science.

"Cool!" Jake responds. "Geology is one of my favorite earth sciences."

Erik sums it up, "There ya go Seth, go to college, get yourself some earth
science courses. You have... what's your name by the way?"

"Jake Heiser."

"You have Jake here to show you the way and by the smell of this place
maybe even a roommate?"

Jake admits, "I've been dying for a reason to live off campus!"

"For you two this sounds fine and all, but remember," Seth sets them
straight, "I'm like a runaway and don't have any support from home. I like
don't have any money for some fancy college tuition, let alone all the
other expenses for college?"

"Shit! I forgot! We were supposed to get to the bank at Salt Flats!" Erik
says, jumping up off the bed.

Jake smiles, seeing Erik's cock and balls still bouncing as he tells him,
"Too late. The bank would be closed by the time you got there. Better luck
tomorrow."

Erik thinks on it, his usual stance, one hand on his hip, the other hanging
free, after he paws back his moppy mane.

"If you want to spend the night, the room is on the house on account of my
ole man isn't going to be back and he wouldn't know the difference if I let
you stay?"

As for Seth, he was thinking, "Could be a good idea, if it's okay with you
Erik?"

"I dunno. I'll have to think about it. You got any ice? I need to cool off
a set of nips!"

"The freezer in the kitchen," Jake responds. "Take all you want. If you see
anything you want to eat, grab it too!"

Out Erik went, but five minutes later, returning, finding the two nestled
in each other's arms, he says, "We're staying!" All the way back to the
second floor room, Erik had his mind on Seth. He figured Jake to be as good
as any in which to leave Seth a 'heir' to. He had a vague family history
and always wanted a male figure in his life, such as a brother or son, but
neither was to be a part of his life. Thinking of Seth as the person he's
never had to care about, he already has decided to 'adopt' him. So too,
with wads of dough in the bank, it would not put a crimp on his savings to
shell out some college costs, which too now would include Jake's idea of
living off campus. When Erik gets back to the room, with a compartment of
ice in one hand, the other on the doorknob, it twists open before he can
manage it.

"Sorry, but I'm going to have to end our little get together," Derek Drew
says, all dressed up in his detective clothing. "We've got a lead on two of
the men from the cave..." and realizing he's talking about classified
information, "Never mind. I've got to be going. Sorry about the beers. If
you're around later I'll come back and we can still hit the bar." Derek
dashes out the door, down the hallway, then turns and retakes his steps.

"Forget something, like cooling off your nips?"

"No. This!" Derek replies, pulling Erik at the back of the neck and kissing
him. Then retracing his steps away from him, "Don't go anywhere. I'll be
right back!"

Erik smiled, but lost the grin after thinking on the words Derek wasn't
supposed to mention. As he stepped inside the room he figured Derek would
surely be back, leaving the 'toolbox'. Walking over to it, he rifled
through some of the 'tools'. He smiled, thinking how he would never allow
another man to do it, but picking up a small buttplug, he found a tube of
lube. Lying back on the bed, he lay faced down. Spreading his legs, Erik
tried pushing the small ass-plugger in. It wouldn't go, but it felt good,
the tip playing with his anus.

"Need some help with that?"

"Oh shit!" Erik calls out, instantly rolling over, falling out of bed and
landing on his ass.

The two laugh their asses off, Jake saying, "Good thing the plug wasn't
lodged in your derry-aire!"

"Where's your manners? A person's supposed to 'knock' before entering a
private room, you know?" Erik scolded the two.

Seth jump right to conclusions, "I thought you were a top, Erik? Like
what's with the thing in your ass?"

"It wasn't in my ass, mind you!"

Jake guessed it, "Too tight an ass to fit, Erik?"

"So, why are you two here, except to humiliate me?"

"No Erik," Jake jokes, "if I wanted to humiliate you, I'd tie you to the
kitchen table and decorate your bod with food!"

"Oh really?" Erik says sarcastically, still sitting on the floor between
two twin beds. "Then you'll proceed to eat me?"

Smiling, Jake replies, "Forget the food. I'll eat that delicious fur right
off your chest!"

"Ewe! That sounds gross!" Seth says.

"I dunno," Jake says with a wry grin, "you better count to make sure all
your happy trail is there!"

"What?" Seth says with exclamation, standing up from sitting on one of the
beds, pulling his tee up, a hand pushing at his belt, looking at the
precious treasure trail looking like it takes its exit from his beLLyhoLe.

This time Erik giggled, then said, "Jake's pulling your chain, Seth."

"I don't know," Seth seems to differ. "I think some hairs are missing."

"Maybe one or two, but I really had a feast on your pubes," Jake confesses.

Erik was rather enjoying the dialogue between the two, watching Seth get so
repulsed from hearing Jake talk so seriously about 'eating his way around'
the base of his cock.

"And then you kissed me with that... 'hairy mouth'?"

Popping up from between the two beds, Erik used both hands to catapult
himself between the two, interrupting, "Anybody hungry for a pizza and a
beer?" He paraded right between the two.

Nonstop, it drew Jake's attention away from Seth, watching first, Erik's
bouncy anatomy, then his hairy ass.

After Erik passed between the two, Seth's attention was still on Jake, till
he notices the sway of Jake's attention to Erik. Noticing for the first
time, the rather dark-haired ass crevice, Seth kids, "I bet you would pick
his ass over the pizza and beer, huh?"

"What?" Erik replies, doing a swift turnaround.

"Jake, he's eyeing up your ass like it was a devil's food cake!"

"I was not," Jake disagrees.

Walking over to where Jake sits on the corner of the bed, Erik turns his
back towards him, saying, "Go ahead," and looking across at Seth, "show
Seth how you can weasel your tongue in there and give me a nice, hot
tongue-fuck!"

Seth looked like he was ready to barf, replying, "You mean Jake, putting
his tongue on your ass?" He knew what it meant when Erik didn't reply, but
a little smile. "You guys are gross!" Seth says, springing up from the bed
and walking towards the door. "Suddenly I'm not hungry for pizza!"

Slamming the door behind him, Jake bawls Erik out, "Now see what you've
gone and done, Erik?"

"Me?" Erik tries shoving off the responsibility, "You were the one lusting
after my hairy ass?"

Getting up, Jake heads for the door. Right before opening it, his attitude
turns from blame, to a more cheery disposition, "Hey, you into watersports?
I could sure use something to drink after doing your ass."

"Don't you let Seth hear you talk like that!"

"Yeah," Jake replies, "I guess we've got to be careful what say around the
tenderfoot!"

And before Jake makes his exit, Erik calls him back, "Oh Jake?"

"Yeah?"

"This Italian place we're going to... you know where it is?"

"Forget the pizza. I think it's time our 'tenderfoot' has seen the inside
of a gay club!"

And before Jake leaves, Erik says, "Sounds nice. Maybe I'll meet you in the
jon to unload my beer!"

"Are you kidding Erik? A hunk like you, there will be dozens of boys
wanting to take anything you give!"

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Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee

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