Date: Thu, 9 Feb 2006 15:11:11 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Muscle Jocks For Domination  14

The following story is a work of fiction, set in the
format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is
entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to
accurately depict, nor reflect upon persons in towns,
cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is
staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male
relationships offends you, then you should not read
this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of
age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed
to read this story by law. This is fiction. Do not
forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety
matter'; got condom?

"Muscle Jocks For Domination"  14
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"You know, Steve, I could pretend and say that your
insinuations hurt, but the real truth is.... I think
you're right!"

Steve's hands rubbing the sides of Rick's suit jacket,
showed the caring attitude each had for the other.
Steve was taking this lightly.

"And I want you to know Rick, that there's no hard
feelings over it."

"Now that part I'm not sure of, Steve."

"Rick, can we get serious here?"

The twenty-six year old muscle jock gestures an
apology.

"Rick, there might have been a time when I thought
that we could make it as a couple... well it's no
sense weeping over it, besides...."

"Steve, I want you to know something as well," Rick
gets serious.

"I know. You've thanked me a hundred times over for
getting you this job, Rick."

"No, other than that."

Rick's serious composure put Steve into the same mood,
trance-like.

"Steve, I want you to know that there will always be a
special place in my heart for you. No matter if we did
or didn't hit it off, I.... I still love you, Steve,"
Rick said, ending his confession with a sweet kiss.
"By the way, Steve, cheap shot on the promotion thing,
but I'll let it slide," Rick added to his list of
comments.

Realizing his hideous remark, just two minutes ago,
indicating Rick's relationship with Verraros, bringing
about the promotion, Steve apologizes.

"Hey, I was only joking about how well you and
Verraros get along. Whatever you do with your time,
that's okay. Sorry. I didn't mean that you got your
promotion because you can get off on each other and..."

"Yeah-yeah, Steve," Rick puts aside the now
'historical' comments.

With only the open laptop between them and propped up
off the desktop, Rick goes to reel Steve in for a
kiss.

"What?"

"I detect less energy in that maneuver than a few
minutes ago, Steve. What's up?" Rick asks, backing
off, placing his arms across his own bod, under his
pecs.

Smiling, Steve reports the news, "I met a guy
yesterday at the hospital."

"Hmm.. Anybody I know?"

"Nobody from Advantage."

"Nice bod?"

"Decent. Needs some work."

"Age?"

"Around the same as me, twenty-four, twenty-five."

"Go all the way?"

"I suppose you're going to quiz me right down to the
last little glute?" Steve makes the wiseass remark,
reaching around Rick's bod and giving his tush a
pronounced squeeze.

The look on Rick's face, shows the desire.

"Not much to tell, other than where I met him, Rick."

"Doctor?"

Rubbing index finger and thumb together, as if to
sense the viscosity of cum, Rick refers to the 'money'
aspect.

Overriding the cheap shot, Steve continues, "We went
to bed and he's a real hottie. Suppose you want
details?"

"Break out the tissues," Rick says sarcastically,
peering at Steve's crotch, resettled on his desktop.
"That hot, huh?"

"Blonde, like me, but lighter texture, light covering
of his pecs, down his stomach," though Steve doesn't
mention Matt's wanting to have his stomach hair
shaved, chiseled into a bellytrail, "nice pubes."

"How nice?"

"What's this? A damn interrogation? Break out the
cuffs and billyclubs, why don't you?"

"Oh, palease! After last night, I've had enough for
one week!"

"Yeah? You didn't fill me in. What did Verraros do to
you?"

"Nothing that we haven't done before."

"Like you've ever clued me in, Rick?"

"Okay. But listen at your own risk," Rick says,
throwing the box of tissues back to Steve, whose split
second reflexes, catches it like a football. Looking
to his watch, Rick added, "Plus, we have only fifteen
before the meeting starts, Steve?"

"I want to hear every little horny detail. How long
will it take Rick?"

"Hmm... hours."

"How long did you two play around for?"

"Seemed like hours. Um, might have been two or three."

"Well, give me a hint of what I'm going to hear about
later."

"I got there, stripped, played, then slept it off."

"Like wow, you didn't even give me time to get my hand
to my dick, Rick!"

"Like that would make a difference, Steve?" Rick
replied, looking down at his pup tent.

There wasn't any excuse Steve could give, to hide that
fact.

"I guess Verraros was right."

"Oh? And how would that go, Rick and what else did
Verraro say about me?"

"What do you want to hear about first, Steve, you or
me?"

Steve, in a quandary now, stood there, thinking about
it.

"Meeting in ten minutes, Steve?"

"Me.. me.. me.. me.. me.... Yeah... me!"

"First thing he said is your lips felt so velvety on
his cock and then..."

"No, wait! Tell me about you, Rick. Wait! He did say
that?"

"Steve, you fickled fuck!"

"I know... I know.. So, what did you two do?"

"As usual, I know that when I walk through his front
door, I surrender myself."

"What do you mean surrender yourself, Rick?"

"As if I was you, yesterday, Steve? My will is
Verraros' will."

"I can relate to that, Rick. It's like his voice is so
alluring."

"Hmm," Rick said, agreeing, but also noticing the pup
tent growing to an adult-sized tipi.

"You spend more time with him than me. Don't you
think, Rick?"

"Steve, my relationship with Verraro is different than
with you."

"Like how, Rick?"

"I totally submit to him, without question."

"Nah. Can't be."

"What makes you say that, Steve?"

"Not you Rick. You're like this big muscle jock. You
got guts. You don't let anybody push you around. I
mean, look what happened that night, in the gay bar,
when we first met."

"Wouldn't you defend your drink you just paid for,
Steve?"

"I can't believe you kneed the guy in the balls, over
a $2 pint."

"The dork had a lot of moxie. He needed something like
that to straighten him out."

"A college jock? And in front of his buddies, Rick?"

"You make it sound like I was picking on the kid
because I'm like older than him, Steve. Get off it.
We're only a couple of years older than that guy."

"Yeah, okay, I guess. I still can't forget how fearful
his buds looked, after you did it, though."

Sliding his jacket off of his one shoulders, the 6'1"
jock flexes his muscles, stretching his shirt sleeves
at the seams.

"Yeah, I know Rick," Steve got the message, "it's one
of the first things that grabbed my attention in the
bar that night. Damn, you looked hot in that muscle
tee."

"Oh, so that's what got you to buy the second round of
beers? Eh, Steve?"

"Not to mention your incredibly good looks," Steve
added, blushing.

Smiling, Rick moved closer, within an inch or so of
Steve.

"Damn, I should have snatched you up while you were
still doing solo."

"We've been through this already, haven't we Rick?"

"Yeah. You're right," Rick replies, walking away.

Feeling for the guy that might have worked out to be
his own, Steve follows him across the room. He stops
to look, meaningless, at a bulletin board that has not
been updated for a half year.

Placing his arms around Rick's middle, his lips within
earshot of his, Steve says, "Doesn't mean we can't be
friends, does it?"

Both must've felt the sensation at the same time. His
hands on either side of Rick's worked stomach, feeling
up the taut obliques. Inside, Rick's emotions are
doing flip-flops, as the hands tenderly massage the
hard abs.

"Dammit, Steve!"

"I know you want me now Rick, but...."

"No, it's not that Steve."

"You don't want me?" Steve replies, pouty lips, as
Rick turns.

"No, Steve. You went and made me hard," Rick replied,
smiling, pointing his finger lower.

"Hee heee... like I didn't detect that when you turned
around?"

"I want to tell you something, buddy, like I let you
believe when you saw me first?"

Steve looked at Rick, with question.

"Yeah.. hee hee... I saw you when you first walked in
the bar. What do you want, I was shy guy."

"Shy, Rick?"

"Like I said, Steve, I have a lot to thank you for. If
I hadn't met up with you, I wouldn't have had this
job, a chance to come out of a shell of a man, that I
was and... to meet a... a..." taking a deep breath, Rick
replied, "a hot guy like Max Verraros."

"So, what are you making a big fuss over me for then,
Rick?"

"Because I want you to know that I appreciate
everything you've done for me, Steve. Like I told you
that night, Steve, I was on my last leg. I was fresh
out of a divorce, had tons of bills to pay and..."

"Shhh, Rick, you don't have to go over that again,"
Steve put his finger up to Rick's lips. "Don't torture
yourself, Rick. Like I've said to you before, that
part of your life is behind you."

"I know and I want you to know something, Steve."

"What's that, Rick?"

"Last night, after Verraros and I had our bdsm fun, we
lay there in bed and...."

"Oh, so that's what turns you on, is it? I wondered."

"Yeah, but let me explain something. Last night, as we
lay there, softly making love to each other, I felt it
in my heart that I had to defend you, Steve."

"Defend me, Rick? How does that go?"

"Well, I let on to Verraros the whole scenario of
meeting you in the gay bar, yeah, kneeballing the
college jock, but also how you sat there and listened
to my problems, gave me some great advice and then
stuck your neck out to offer me a job."

"And what did Verraros say to that?"

"He stated that I didn't have to work at trying to
defend you, Steve."

"Really?"

"His exact words. Like I told you. Like I tell all the
guys, from time to time, as they need a boost,
Verraros isn't the enemy here. Like me, other guys
need to be set on course. Part of his job is to weed
out the bad seeds and develop the good ones."

"True. I suppose that's why the vacancy occurred, to
allow you to pursue your abilities."

"That's right, Steve and after telling Verraros all
about us, he told me out straight, that he had the
same feelings."

"You lost me, Rick."

Smiling, Rick replies, "Listen, Steve, it doesn't
matter. All you have got to know is that Verraros
thinks a lot of you. He told me that he almost made a
mistake."

"Max Verrano make a mistake? You've got to be kidding,
Rick!"

"Don't be so facetious, Steve. For awhile there,
Verraros thought the downswing in your department was
your fault."

"Mine?"

"Yeah, until he did some hardcore investigating and
found it was your team partner, Herring, that was the
thorn in the company's ass."

"Um, I thought his ass was kind of nice."

"Like I don't know how you look at mine, Steve?"

"Hee hee... yeah, with my infrared vision?"

"I always knew you had `hot' eyes."

"So, what else did Verraros have to say about me?"

Looking at his watch, Rick reported, "C'mon. I'll tell
you on the way."

However, before departing the two person office, the
two realized some unfinished business.

"69?" Steve suggested.

"Get real, Steve."

"How about we do a mutual in the boy's room?"

"I'll race you!"

Not only did the two hustle, stashing their laptops
away, but hurrying to the jon, when holding each
other's hard shafts in their hands, the two howled at
nearly the same time, when shooting their loads into
the sink.

"I made you cum first."

"Oh no, Steve, it was me who made you cum."

"No way, Rick...."

Down the hallway, that's all the constructive
conversation the two could think up. Mountains of
happiness hit a fault line, as the two entered the
room.

"Uh-oh," Rick chided, "somebody's dicked his ass!"

"Has anybody ever?" Steve asked, curious if Rick knew
any historical relevance of the total top.

"Not that I know of," Rick replied, giving a smile
that stated it as most likely fact.

"Well, it's good to see that somebody is interested in
keeping to the tight schedule around here," the
executive ogre said out loud.

Steve felt an awesome shiver that instead of the hand
pounding him into the ground, a heralding pat on the
back commended him on being there.

"Thanks Mr. Verraro, sir," Steve replied.

Catching a wink and slight grin, made him feel good,
before Verraro turned back into his evil self.

Leaning into Rick, as they hefted the lid of their
laptops, Steve commented to his buddy, "Thanks!"

Rick smiled, saying, "Are you talking about my
handling of your sword?"

"You know what I mean!"

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Continued.....

Copyright 2006  T. Chase McPhee
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