Date: Tue, 21 Mar 2006 02:36:33 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Muscle Jocks For Domination 27

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"  27
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"How about going to Taco Bill's?"

"I can't, Raavi."

"Why not? Aren't you Hispanic? You like tacos and
enchilada's, Luis?"

Luis thought of Raavi as either stupid or dumb, but
forgave him, as he scanned the cute look on his face.

"Love them, but no dinero."

"That means money, right?"

"Si. You know Spanish?"

"A little. C'mon. I've got money."

"No. Not right."

"Sure it is. You're my guest."

The twenty year old Mexican thought about it for a
sec, then responded, "Okay. I pay you back."

"You already have."

"Huh?" Luis asked.

Raavi first hugged, then kissed. Luis wasn't opposed
to the barter system.

"My cell," Raavi responded to the sweet love pact.
Responding, he called out to Luis, "It's Josh." Then,
after a few more words, he hung up.

"What does Josh say to you?"

"He's on his way over. I told him we were going out to
Taco Bill's for dinner and he wants to go with us.
He's bringing his boyfriend."

"Jordan?"

"No. Says he's bringing Sebastien."

"What come of Jordan?"

"Josh said something like Jordan met a guy named
Emilio, they hit it off and.. I don't know. I kind of
have things mixed up. We'll find out when he gets
here."

A troubled look filled Luis' facial expression.

"What's the matter, Luis?"

"You.. you not leave me?"

Putting Luis in his embrace, gave him some peace of
mind.

"I like you a lot Luis."

"But I not a citizen. They send me back to Mexico."

"No. They wouldn't, Luis. My mother and father have
lots of friends. They look out for me. We'll find a
way of making this right. Trust me?"

Those brown, puppy dog eyes would melt a popsicle.
Raavi ventured to guess the trust was there. They
melded for another sweet lip-locking, until the front
door opened.

"Raavi?" Josh's voice rung out.

"In here," he called out.

Raavi's arm around Luis' shoulder, the two headed in
the direction of the front door. Clustered under
Josh's arm, his nineteen year old companion entered
with him.

"Guys, meet Sebastien Bereau. Seb, this is Raavi and
Luis."

Breaking free of Seb, Josh embraced Luis first, then
Raavi.
Not with it too much on the gay scene, Luis nor Raavi
could comprehend why a total stranger, meeting for the
first time, offered a tight hug, instead of a
handshake, but it felt good.

"C'mon, we'll pile into my jeep," Josh offered.

Raavi and Luis took up residence in the back of the
midnight red colored vehicle, Seb parking himself in
the front, passenger side. Within seconds, the four
sped down the main drag, headed for Taco Bill's.

%

"Honey, I'm home!"

"I think that phrase is getting warn out, Steve."

"You're probably right, Alex. Most likely though,
Matt's warn out."

"Oh? From this morning's sex?" Steve's new secretary
jokes.

"From cleaning the house. The guy's been working like
a white tornado around here. Betcha he's upstairs
crashing for a nap."

"The better half?"

Alex's statement hit home, dawning on Steve that since
Matt was added to the household, it began to take on a
literally `new' look.

"Yeah. Hey look, Alex, help yourself to a beer in the
fridge. I'm going to go wake up sleeping beauty."

Advancing to the stairwell, Steve slings his suit
jacket over his shoulder and climbs the stairs.
Creaking their bedroom door open, the afternoon sun
peeks through the blinds. Suddenly, as if gut punched,
the air whooses out of his lungs.

"Oh shit!"

With his back pinned to the hall wall, he's set back
in his thinking, at the sight of seeing Matt in bed
with another male, his crotch nestled up to the guy's
ass, arms folded around the man's chest, as if it
could have been himself. To be sure he hasn't seen a
mirage, Steve takes another look. Sure enough, the two
are sawing wood, laying there in the `lover's sleeping
position'.

"What's the matter Steve? You look like you've seen a
ghost," Alex quizzes Steve.

"I wish I had. I think I need something stronger. How
about you?"

"I'm fine with the beer Steve."

Uncapping the JD, Steve pours himself a `shot', into
an ordinary water glass. He takes a swig from the
bottle, before picking up the glass.

"Is there something wrong Steve?"

Setting the glass down, before reaching his lips,
Steve confesses outright, "He's in bed with another
man!"

"Do you know him?"

"Who?"

"The other man."

"No, I don't know who the other man is. Dammit! For
the first time in my life, I thought I had found Mr.
Right and now I find out... and in my own house, it's
Mr. Fuckaround!"

"Maybe there's an explanation for it, Steve."

"Yeah, there's an explanation alright. The guy used
me. I'm going to march right up there now and..."

"Hi Steve honey. Oh, sorry didn't know we had
company."

Matt grabs the small square kitchen towel and holds it
over his crotch. It covers his cock and balls okay,
still revealing some of his blonde pubic region. Steve
stands there, not sure what to say. However, Matt
giggles, when he detects Alex staring at the dish
towel.

"I suppose I really wouldn't be needing this?"

Whipping the towel away, Matt replaces it on the towel
rack.

Quite out of reaction, Alex inquires, "How big are
you?" Then instantly catching himself, says, "I
mean...never mind."

Bluntly replying, Matt, giving Steve a peck on the
cheek, replies, "Around nine and a half, when hard.
You?"

Alex already had turned a shade of red, but replied
anyway, "Dunno," his mind still wandering over Matt's
nude physique.

"Um, if you don't mind, I have to chat with Steve."

Clearing his throat, Alex replied, "Apparently."

Matt's look on his face, questioned Alex's motives for
the remark.

"So?" Steve, one hand on his hip, the stiff drink in
the other, asked, annoyed.

"Bad day at work?"

"No. Bad day at home!" He sarcastically replied.

"Is something wrong, Steve honey?"

"You tell me, `Matthew honey'," another dart was
thrown at Matt.

Putting two and two together, Matt began to
interrogate Steve, "Wait. Did you come upstairs when
you got home?"

"Shouldn't you be asking did I catch you with your
slut in bed, Matthew?"

"My slut?"

"I don't know how you've managed to do all the
housework you've done and fit in the tricks. What has
it been, Matthew? One trick in the morning and one at
night?"

"It's not the way you think, Steve."

Three times Matt tried getting some sensible
conversation in, but Steve butted back in, degrading
Matt's reputation, crushing him underfoot, driving him
into the ground as if a stake. Just as Steve's about
to accuse his lover for the umpteenth time, Alex
barges in the kitchen, with Matt's other bedfellow.

"Hey, you know Matt, your brother is a funny guy!"

"Your brother?" Steve puts the question to Matt.

"Yeah. You didn't know that, Steve?" Alex asks.

"Why didn't you tell me, Matt?"

"I tried Steve, but you kept on rambling on and on
with all these allegations."

Boone was smart to keep his mouth shut, standing there
in his jeans.

"Ooooh boy," Steve admitted.

Finally, Boone asked his brother, "Want us to wait out
in the living room, Matt?"

"Please."

Remaining silent for what seemed like eternity, Matt,
his arms folded over his stomach, stood there, looking
down at his hairy forearms.

Then, Steve started in, "I'm sorry, but you don't know
how it looked, Matthew."

Lifting his head, looking at Steve, he replied, "I
think I can imagine. Even though it was my little
brother, you had no way of telling the difference
between him and some trick, Steve."

"True, but..."

"Plus, we haven't really known each other but a coupla
days, so why should you trust me?"

Even though what Matt said, about knowing each other a
little while could be true, Steve then sensed
something, a gut feeling, call it, telling him that
Matt really cared about him and wouldn't do what it
appeared to be happening in their bedroom a half hour
ago. Swallowing everything that has transpired, Steve
moves over in front Matt, placing his hands on his
shoulders.

"Listen, I've made a bad call here."

"Huh?" Matt looks up, into Steve's eyes.

"Yeah. I mean, why would anybody go to all the trouble
of cleaning up this shithole that I've made it, unless
they cared about the guy?"

"That's the thing Steve. I do care. I care about you.
A lot."

Smirking, turning into a slight smile, Steve replies,
"I know you do, Matt. I..."

"Steve, before you go on any further, I want to tell
you something else. I'm not trying to take advantage
of your hospitality..."

"Hospitality?"

"Right and if you think this doesn't sound right, I'll
go with your judgement. My brother, Boone, doesn't
have anywhere to go and..." now embarrassed, he tells
Steve, "without even asking you, I told Boone he can
stay here until he makes arrangements for another
living space."

Matt then held back, waiting for the shit to hit the
fan, the angry words to bellow from Steve's mouth.
However, instead, Steve's grips on Matt's muscled
biceps, loosened up. As Steve moved in for a lip-lock,
his hands slipped around to Matt's back, engulfing his
whole bod.

"Of course he can stay here. He's family," Steve tried
to ease Matt's mind.

"Really? Because if he can't I can try to find him a
cheap room or something."

"On your waiter's salary?"

"Yeah, well I can pick up another shift maybe."

"Are you kidding? Then the curtains will never get
hung up!"

"No joke, Steve. If you have any reservations about
Boone staying here, I..."

"Told you it's okay and I don't want to hear any more
of your protests, Matt."

He thanked Steve with a kiss.

"However, I do have some questions about you bedding
your own brother, Matthew."

Matt figured that part of the whole scenario warranted
an explanation.

"Yeah, well that's another thing I wanted to explain,
Steve."

"Why don't we save that for later. I think Alex might
be a little hungry."

Interrupting their conversation, the two heard a huge
roar of laughter from the other room. They hurried in,
Matt excusing himself to run upstairs to put something
on.

"Getting acquainted, Alex?"

"Oh, Steve. This kid is so witty."

"Apparently," Steve remarked, seeing his twenty-seven
year old secretary almost in tears, from laughing.

The next joke out of Boone's mouth made Steve roll his
eyes. However, Alex almost fell off the sofa, laughing
his ass off.

"How about some pizza?" Matt asked, returning to the
trio.

"Oh, you didn't have to get dressed on my account."

"Horny bastard!" Matt told off Alex.

"I'm half-naked," Boone says to Alex.

Not to offend, Alex comments, "You all look really
nice."

"All?" Matt asks, thinking Alex means `all three'."

Suddenly Steve gets the jitters, thinking about Alex
and himself this afternoon, locked in his office, no
clothes. That scene?

"Why don't I help you figure out the pizza order,
Matthew honey?"

Once again, the two sequester themselves away in the
kitchen.

"So, was he a hot fuck?"

"Who?"

Matt replies, "I was truthful with you Steve. Your
turn!"

"Yeah, okay. We had an affair. I couldn't help
myself."

"Well, next time behave, Steve. What do you want on
your pizza?"

Watching Matt eye up the menu from Pazzo Pazzo's, he
feels robbed of giving more of an explanation.

"We didn't even fuck."

"You know, Steve, I've always wanted to taste
pineapple pizza."

"Matthew, would you listen to me?" Steve steps in
between Matt and the menu.

"I already did, Steve. You lost control and frankly I
can see why."

"You can?"

"Sure. Even though he's kind of geeky, Alex is a hot
looking muscle stud."

"Oh much more with his clothes... ahem... I mean."

Matt bursts out laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"You are, Steve."

"You're treating this like it's nothing. Here, I catch
you upstairs with what I think is your
`trick-of-the-day', accuse you of cheating on me and
here I am, confessing to you that I've had an affair
with my new secretary and..."

"Secretary? You mean you're going to lust over Alex
everyday, Steve?"

"No," Steve gets serious, "I'm going to request a
transfer for him."

"You can't do that. The guy didn't even start the
position."

"Even better to get rid of him before..."

"But Steve, Alex didn't do anything wrong, except
maybe make a play for his handsome boss."

"But you just said..."

"I know what I said, but look at it from Alex's point
of view. If you go transferring him, look at how it's
going to look from his record standpoint."

"I didn't think of that."

"I know. Steve?"

"Yes, Matt?"

"You're going to have to work with Alex, with the
mentality that you can't go around sucking and fucking
with him. Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"You bring him home to share?"

Steve smirked, as Matt smiled.

"So, what do you want?" Matt asked.

Whipping the menu form from Pazzo Pazzo off the table,
from behind Steve's butt, he lay it on Steve's chest.

"Anchovies," he checks off, the pen gliding over
Steve's right nip.

"Oooooooh!"

Again, Matt checks off the little fishies.

"Oooooooh, you did that on purpose!"

"Yeah, I did," Matt smiles.

"Awfully quiet in the other room," Steve quips.

Not caring at the moment, Matt reaches around Steve,
laying the menu  and pen on the table.

"Hey you guys, we're hungry!"

Boone grabs the menu and pen from the table. Steve
turns around and with Matt, gaze at the two.

"Anchovies? Yuk!" Alex says, after reading the double
penned series of checks.

"I want black olives," Boone says, guiding Alex's hand
to the little empty, square box.

"Give me that," Matt tells them.

Taking the menu, the pen glides off the page.

"Looks like you just ordered `everything on it',
Matt!" Boone tells his brother.

Steve offers Alex another beer and they head off
towards the other room.

"Is everything okay, Matt? Did you ask Steve about...
you know?"

"He was okay with you staying here."

"What did he say when you told him about you and I
having sex?"

"I didn't tell him yet."

"You `are' going to tell him, aren't you?"

"Of course I am."

"Do you think he'll be alright with it?"

Boone didn't have a clue that Steve had caught the two
in bed together. Knowing the facts about Steve's
affair with Alex this afternoon, Matt guarantees his
brother things will be copasetic, not that Matt would
ever think of using Steve's adventuresome afternoon as
`tit for tat'!

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"Josh, you have good business sense, right?"

"I've had training in communications, but it's not
like I haven't followed the rest of the business
dealings, going on at Advantage. When a guy has a
position such as mine, you listen to a lot of things
that are not meant to be heard by the little guy on
the totem pole. I think I have a stake in everybody's
business. Why Raavi?"

"Even though my parents left me their estate and it
amounted to quite a bit of money, I thought of trying
to think of a business that might interest me."

"And you've found one, I take it?" Seb questions him.

"I've thought about it and it interests me to turn the
mansion into a bed'n'breakfast."

"What it mean?" Luis inquires.

His mind always set on the security of his position of
being an illegal alien, he questions what it will mean
if a different turn of events happens in Raavi's
future. At first it had been Josh that befriended him,
then Raavi. One difference is that Luis now feels
something more about his latter friend. There became
in his life, an even greater need, not to befall the
unfortunate situation of being forced to return to his
country, for lack of citizenship.

Seb answers Luis' inquiry, "A bed'n'breakfast, like a
hotel. People come to stay and rest, taking time out
from the daily grind. I think it's a great idea,
Raavi. Um, you need a telephone operator? Part time
waiter? Jack-of-all-trades?"

Josh laughs, replying, "What about your training at
Advantage, Seb?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot."

Seeing his hopes dashed, Josh tells him, "Sounds kind
of exciting. I'm almost tempted into asking for a
piece of the pie, myself!"

"Really Josh? Man that would be cool if the four of us
could get it going and... nah."

"What?"

Raavi and Luis sit there at Taco Bill's, munching on
their tacos, watching the chain of events between the
other two. Seb sits there, his head chin to his chest.
Josh reaches over and takes the nineteen year olds
hand in his two hands.

Lifting his head, at the touch of Josh's palms, Seb
replies, "Do you feel it too?"

"Yeah."

In front of Raavi, Luis and the other patrons at Taco
Bill's, Josh leans over and gives Seb a sweet kiss.

Luis breaks the action up, pointing at Josh and
asking, "You older, no?"

"Five years," Josh replies, adding, "old enough to
know what I want!"

"So, it's okay if I defect from Advantage, Josh?"

"If I can, you can!"

"You would do that for me?" Raavi asks the twenty-four
year old.

"Sure. I think it's an exciting venture. Plus, I have
a bankroll stashed away, wondering what to do with
it."

"I don't need the money," Raavi replies to his offer.

"I know, but if I'm..." then changing the possessive
aspect of his bankroll, "if we're going to be working
our little hearts out, I think we should have a chunk
of the business in our name."

"Can I ask something?" Seb says.

"Sure," Raavi and Josh ask at the same time, then
laugh.

"I meant Raavi."

The twenty year old Indian replies, "Ask me."

"What do you have at your mansion that is of interest
for people to do?"

"Lots of rooms, swimming pool, hot tub, tennis
court... my father was very good at tennis. He taught
me...."

For the next several minutes, Seb, Josh and Luis let
Raavi go on and on, talking about his mother and
father, finding out about his life before his parents
perished in an accident. Raavi shuts up, as Josh
fishes his ringing cell phone from his waist.

"Hello? Heeeey Jordan, what's up? D'Jola's? Um, let me
ask." Turning to the others, Josh asks, "Jordan's at
D'Jola's. He wants to know if we want to meet him
there?"

"What that?" Luis asks.

"Tell him yes," Raavi replies for the two, going on to
explain to Luis about the gay club.

Again, Luis puts him off, stating, "No dinero."

Even though Raavi has no intentions of ever
collecting, he tells Luis, "That's okay. You pay me
back, okay?"

"Ok," Luis mimics Raavi's reply.

After Josh cuts off his conversation with Jordan, Seb
makes it a point to tell him, "No dinero, either!"

"Don't worry about it, Seb. You can pay me back when
you get your check."

Like Raavi, Josh has similar intentions.

%

"That must be the pizza," Matt quips, when they hear
the doorbell ringing.

"I'll get it!" Boone offers, rising up from the arm
chair.

"Um, I think you're going to need this," Steve offers
the wad of bills.

Like mother hen, Matt says to Boone, clad in only
sweat pants, "Hey bro, put on a shirt before we sit
down to eat?"

"Yeah, ok `dad'!"

For an eighteen year old college jock, Boone is nicely
put together. A patch of dark hair, barely reconizable
midchest, little wisps around his nips, but then the
dark defined statement below his navel, leading into
the sweat pants ad to his muscled physique.

"Hiya!" Boone greets the pizza guy.

"Hiya back, yourself!"

Eyeing Boone from head to toe, the pizza guy stands
there, scrutinizing the feast before him.

"Um, you want to bring that inside?"

"Oh sure," the guy suddenly realizes there's a reason
he's standing there at the door. "Sorry `bout that."

Inside the foyer, he begins to unload the three pies.
His elbow scrapes against Boone's bare stomach.

"Y'know it might be better if you do this in the
kitchen. That okay?"

"Yeah, sure. If it's okay with you?"

Passing by the outskirts of the livingroom, the pizza
guy's attention on Boone's back view, he doesn't even
pick up on the three sitting there.

"Looks like Boone has an admirer," Steve quips.

"Kind of cute, isn't he?" Alex states.

Big brother states, "I think I better make sure
everything's copacetic."

"He's over eighteen, isn't he?" Steve asks.

"You don't understand," Matt replies, in a serious
manner, as he gets up.

Entering the kitchen, he spots the pizza guy writing
something down.

"This is my cell phone number, in case you get
lonely."

Right off the bat, Matt sarcastically tells the pizza
guy, "You get your money?"

"Um. Yeah."

"Then take a hike. My brother doesn't get lonely. Get
it?"

"But Matt..." Boone begins to protest.

"Never mind," the pizza guy states, picking up the
empty pizza cases and taking his leave.

"Whadja do that for?"

"Do what? It's obvious the guy was trying to pick you
up, Boone."

Moving closer to Matt, Boone places his hands on his
brother's hips.

"How do you know he was picking me up?"

"What?"

"Matt, you got yourself a man. I have to start looking
for my own."

"But, Boone, you..."

"Matt, I love you so much, but I'm getting older now
and I think I should try it with another guy."

With all his might, Matt engulfs his younger brother
in his arms.

"I'm sorry, Boone. It's just that all these years I've
wanted to protect you."

"I know, but I'm eighteen, Matt. I've gotta start
finding a life of my own, too."

Not saying another word, the two stand there, hugging,
their lips on the sides of each other's necks, taking
in their love for each other.

"Ahem! Pizza still warm?" Steve inquires, lifting the
lid of one box.

Breaking, Matt grabs a napkin, wiping his nose.

"A Kodak moment!" Alex ribs the two.

Before Steve or Alex can detect it, Boone grabs the
paper with the pizza guy's contact info on it and
stashes it in the pocket of his sweatpants.

"Nice looking guy... I mean pizza," Steve deliberately
goofs.

Boone informs them, "His name is Dash."

"Dash?" Alex asks.

"Yeah. His real name is Jeff Newman, but since he
started delivering pizza, they call him Dash, on
account of he gives a speedy delivery." Like a machine
gun, Boone keeps rattling off information, "Dash is a
senior in high school. He's real good at math and
english. He plays volleyball and asked me to come play
with the team sometime."

Reverting to his paternal manner, Matt asks, "And are
you?"

"I might," Boone replies, taking a piece of pineapple
pizza.

"You better be careful, that's all I've got to say."

"Dammit, Matt! I'm eighteen years old and in college!"

Literally throwing his piece of pizza back in the box,
Boone storms out of the kitchen.

"What'd I say?" Matt questions his ownself.

Rolling his eyes, knowing what he's seen, Steve
offers, "Let me go have a chat with him."

"Better you than me. I don't seem to be getting
anywhere with him."

Alex states, "Maybe I should go."

"I'm sorry," Matt tells Steve's twenty-seven year old
guest.

Turning his back to Alex, hands on the sink, Matt
stares into the basin.

"Tell Steve I'll check back with him tomorrow."

"Sorry about all this," Matt turns to tell Alex.

"No problem. It looks like you and your brother have a
lot to work out."

"Thanks for being understanding."

"Been there."

"Huh? What do you mean, Alex?"

"Well, I don't know what's up between you and your
brother, but my bro and I had a special relationship.
Real special."

"Oh? How would that go, Alex?"

"I should really leave."

"No. Sit. I want to hear you out."

"Really?"

"Yeah. C'mon," Matt goes to the fridge, "have a beer."

Alex sat, then began unloading his special association
with his older brother.

"You see, my older brother, who's two years older than
me, well most likely other people would say this is
immoral, but we had sex together."

Suddenly, Matt had a keen interest in getting to know
Alex Brilland. They sat across from each other,
trading their inner secrets.

"You're not much different than Boone and I, Alex."

"You too? You two had sex together too?"

"Right. It started as something so innocent. I mean, a
hug begat some kissing and soon our hands were all
over each other," Matt confessed.

"Wow! Same thing for us. At the time we both weren't
sure that a guy having feelings for a guy was right."

"Same here, but then Boone and I such an urge to be
together."

Eating pizza became second nature, to their thoughts
at the moment.

"Same with Christian, that's my brother, and me. Soon
we started sleeping together in the same bed."

"How old were you two?"

"Let me think now. Our first encounter happened when I
was fourteen. That would put Christian at sixteen.
Yeah, that's it."

Relaxing, sitting back in his chair, Alex places his
hands behind his head. Staring into space, he smiles
as he relays the description of the first time the
brothers shared their bodies.

"At first we stood there, hugging. Then Christian
slowly began kissing me on the neck. Before we knew
it, our hands were up and under each other's shirts,
stroking our bodies. Felt so awesome."

After taking a swig of beer, Matt offers, "Same with
us, more or less, but we like hit the sheets right
away."

"Oh? Tell me about it," Alex broke from his boyhood
reverie.

It was Matt's turn to tell the tale of sweet,
brotherly bliss.

"Our hands were all over each other, is right.
However, our shirts, off in no time, had us in my
bed."

"Your bed. Did you share a room?"

"We didn't at first, until we moved in with our
uncle."

"Oh?"

"That's another story in itself. Getting back to our
first time together, well we didn't waste much time."

Unknown to Matt, one of Alex's hands coddled his beer
bottle. The other, under the table, fondled something
bottle-shaped.

"Soon we both had stripped butt-naked. Oh man, it felt
so hot grinding our crotches together!"

Laughing, Alex sided with Matt's feelings, even though
their total exposure didn't happen until a couple of
days later. His balls churned with the common
knowledge.

"Um, did you get into.. you know?" Alex insinuated the
touchy subject.

"Fucking?"

"Yeah... hee heee.."

"Not right away. What about you and Christian?"

"A couple of months."

"Months? That long? Shit! I was fucking Boone before
the week was out."

"No kidding?"

"Nope."

"Um, which one of you's instigated it?"

"I think it came as a mutual thing. Same as guys, like
Steve and me, whichever one of us felt it right to
top, that's the way it turned out. I mean, we didn't
come out and declare our positions to each other. It
just happened. What about you?"

Smiling, Alex said, "I wanted to fuck Christian. I
asked him if I could. Actually, he had the same idea,
wanting to fuck me. But I won out." Then, reattaching
his thoughts to his memories, Alex told Matt, "Yeah,
felt real nice forcing my cock up his ass chute."

"Did he ever get to fuck you, Alex?"

"Nope. The one time he wanted to, he got me all set
up, legs up on his shoulders, his lubed shaft all
ready to penetrate me and he stopped. I guess he
realized he was a true bottom. What about you?"

"I don't know. I mean, I've always fucked Boone. He's
always asked me to, but I get this feeling that he has
a hankering to try fucking me."

"Hey, I meant to tell you something."

"What's that, Alex?"

"I don't think I was any different than Boone, when it
came time for me to be out on my own."

"What do you mean?"

"Christian and I had this bond for so many years, that
he felt he had to protect me from any other guy than
himself having sex with me."

"Me? Like Christian? Nah, I'm not like that at all."

"I beg to differ, Matt. You're the same as Christian
was when I wanted to have sex with another guy."

"Nah."

"Yeah, really Matt. Christian embarrassed the hell out
of the first guy I brought home. Drove the guy away,
never to return. I had to wait til I was away at
college, to have sex with another guy, other than my
brother."

Thinking about it, Matt asked, "Was I that blunt?"

"I really felt sorry for the pizza guy and he was even
cute!"

"I agree, but.. oh shit!"

Getting up from his seat, walking around the table,
Alex lays his hands on Matt's shoulders.

"You're human like the rest of us, Matt. In
particular, brothers like to watch out for brothers.
You had the best intentions for Boone. Believe me. As
Christian wanted for me."

"Oh man, what a doofus I am!"

"Yeah, okay, but you can change that, you know?"

Looking straight up, Matt looks at Alex's upside down,
reassuring face.

"Your smile looks like a frown!"

As their conversation wound down, the kitchen door
flipped open. Steve and Boone entered.

"Matt, I'm real sorry."

For the next few minutes, each rekindled their
brotherly love, apologizing to each other.

"Oh, Boone?"

"Yeah, Matt?"

"When you're talking with Dash, tell him how sorry I
am?"

Boone excused himself to make a phone call.

%

"I betcha I can take some gut punches, too!"

At Max Verraros' pad, Sam Metz throws his hands behind
his head, flaunting his taut, muscular stomach.

"Have you ever taken any, on purpose?" his brother,
Michael, asks.

With the play expanded from one, to two tops and
bottoms, Max has taken the little party down to his
basement. Michael has tied Rick's wrists together,
feeding the rope over a hook in the ceiling. Rick,
totally in the buff, stands, waiting for Michael to
`play' with him.

"Not on purpose, but one time two drunks worked me
over, when I had the warehouse security job."

"You didn't tell me about that!"

"Just because you're my brother, doesn't mean I have
to tell you everything," Sam lashes out.

"Hmm... see what you're up against, Max?" Michael
tells his host.

Smiling, Max reports back, "Yeah. More fun to break!"

Then with concern, Michael replies, "You better be
careful with my little brother."

Sam, two years younger, says outspokenly, "I'm not in
high school, Mikey!"

"You better behave yourself before I take you over my
knee, wiseass!" Michael warns his brother.

Wanting to get on with the fun, Max tells Michael,
"Um, I think Rick is getting figdety, `Mikey'!"

"Now don't you start!" he replies to Max, waving a
finger. "And don't hurt Sam... too much."

"I started Rick on the gut punching. I think I'm
qualified."

"Cool! Then you're going to work me over like Rick?"

Max liked Sam's attitude, the willingness. He began to
tie Sam's wrists together, when they heard Rick belch
out loudly.

"Ugggggggh!"

"Oh man that felt hot!" Michael exclaimed. "Rock
hard," he further announced, rubbing his fist that had
indented Rick's stomach, right above his navel.

"Um, can I watch awhile?" Sam inquired of Max.

Actually, Max wanted to watch too. Sam's wrists, tied
together with rope, became a good lead. Michael didn't
wait for the two, sinking his fist again into Rick's
abs.

"Uggggggggh!"

Standing nearly in front of the twenty-six year old
muscle jock, Michael pounded the taut abs, fist after
fist, till he had in ten good slugs.

Eyebrows raised and a couple of gulps swallowed, Sam
relayed, "I think I'm gonna change my mind!"

"I figured so," Michael broke away from Rick's stomach
torture, when he heard Sam mention the fact.

"Sorry Mr. Verraros," Sam said tenderly, hoping it
would smooth things over.

"Not everybody is cut out for this Sam," Max told him.
"I admire your honesty. Any other guy might let his
pride get in his way and end up with some nasty
bruises."

One hand on a hip, his other on Max's shoulder,
Michael tells Sam, "We've got a good boss here, Sam."

"We? How does that go, bro?"

Max keys him in, "I've asked Michael to join the
Advantage team."

"Drawing cartoons?"

Knowing his brother joked, Michael says, "On second
thought, string him up. I think I'll take some jabs at
his gut."

"Nooooooo!" Sam replies, knowing his brother joked.
Then he asks, "If it's okay with you, is it alright if
I make a phone call?"

"Got somebody in mind?" Michael asks.

"Well, since I'm not going to play around with guys, I
figured I'd give Avery a call."

"Avery? Do I know this Avery?"

Max fills Michael in, "Dr. Burkhalter's assistant."

"Who's Dr. Burkhalter?" Michael asks.

Sam replies, "The sports doctor at Advantage."

Giving Sam a note of approval, in front of his
brother, Max adds his kudos, "Sam handled a
`situation' the other day."

"You mean he's worth something?"

Turning on his big brother, for the slighted comment,
Sam puts his fist up to Michael's bare, hairy belly,
pressing in and tells him, "I think you need a
whipping."

"Oh yeah? Go ahead. I dare you.. hee hee..." Michael
replies, putting his arms up, hands behind his head,
touching his palms to the back of his shoulders.

However, the joke's on Michael, as Sam moves his arm
back and swings it in for the kill!

"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhooooooohhhhhshiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!"

At first Sam is concerned, but when he hears not only
Max, but Rick laughing their asses off, he joins in on
the laughter.

"You okay, Mikey?" Sam asks.

Surrounding the thirty year old, 6'2" man, down on his
knees, holding his gut, Max and Sam put their arms
under Michael's pits.

"I'm alright... oh man, bro. Where did you get that
right hook?"

"Working out. Ever since I got worked over two years
ago, I figured I better get myself in better shape."

Regaining control, Michael asks, "Well since Sam is
headed off, why don't we both work Rick? That is if he
can take it?"

"Oh, he can take it," Max assures Michael.

"Hey, got an idea. Sam?"

"Yeah, Mikey?"

"Before you go, why don't you show us that punch
again?"

"Sure. Go ahead, Mikey. Get in position!"

Sam knows damn well that Michael means performing the
same manuever on Rick.

"Funny, bro. I meant on him!" Michael thumbs over his
shoulder, in Rick's direction.

"Nah. I don't think I can do it."

"Oh fine. You can work over your own bro's gut,
but..."

"Rick's a nice guy. I'll pass."

Seeing that Sam really isn't into this stuff, Max
ushers him out of the basement, via the stairs. In the
distant, Max hears Rick belch out.

"I hope you're not going to hold this against me, Mr.
Verraros?"

"Nah. You're hot brother will make up for you."

"Do you like, `like' him?"

"In a certain respects," Max tells Sam, looking over
to Michael, as he slams his fist into Rick's abs one
more time.

What neither of the brothers have a clue to, when Max
first laid eyes on Michael, the man turned him on
immensely. He figured after Michael wore down Rick's
resistance, they'd take the three-man-party up to the
bedroom.

"Have a good night, Sam."

"Thanks, Mr. Verraros. Have fun with my brother."

"Oh, I will," Max replies, most likely with a
different meaning than Sam's.

%

27 Continued....

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