Date: Wed, 22 Mar 2006 19:33:56 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Muscle Jocks For Domination 28

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"  28
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

"Hey, Jordan-babe. How's it going?"

Arriving at D'Jola's, the `in' place for club boys,
Seb raised his eyebrows, watching Josh kiss Jordan
passionately.

"I thought you two are friends?"

"We are. I love my friends, too," Josh replies.
"C'mon, let's peel off these shirts and hit the dance
floor!"

In no time, Josh had his tee shirt up and over his
head, tucking it into the waistband of his pants.

"Don't be shy."

"I'm not," the nineteen year old lied.

His hands grasped at his tee shirt, barely lifted up
over his stomach.

"You don't have to, you know?" Josh told him.

"I want to," Seb quipped, his tight treasure trail
showing.

Parking his bod right up to Seb's, Josh moves in for a
kiss. While his lips are busy, his hands take over the
shirt stripping. He breaks while the shirt is removed,
over-the-head. Then resuming the kiss, his hand tucks
the loosened fabric into the back of Seb's pants.
However, his hand lingers inside the back door!

"C'mon, lets shake a tail feather!"

"What?" Seb inquires, as if Josh was speaking a
foreign language.

Hanging back, Luis informs Raavi, "I no take shirt
off."

Knowing the stare Luis would get, Raavi asks, "How are
you feeling, Luis?"

"I ok, but not want people see... y'know?"

"I understand."

"Nice boys," Luis says, looking about the room, in
motion.

Right now, Raavi's attention is keyed in to only `one'
nice boy.

"Josh and Seb look nice," Luis goes on to compliment,
watching the two barechested guys swinging their arms
up over their head, among the vast roomful of flashing
armpits.

"Yep," Raavi takes a quick glance at the dance floor.

Some guy moves past Luis and brushes up against him.

"Owwwch!"

Placing his arms around Luis, as if in protective
custody, Raavi questions, "Are you okay, Luis?"

"My belly still sore. I'm ok."

For the remainder of their time at D'Jola's, Raavi
stayed within close quarters of Luis. Very close. All
night, an arm stayed over his shoulder, his bod in
contact, so that no one could hurt Luis. As the
temperature of the club rose, so did their body temps.
Yet, Raavi held his grip, even though their shirts
showed the marks of hot sweat.

Two hours later, Josh was remarking, "You are one hot,
cool dancer, Seb."

"Wore you out, did I?"

"It's not like I'm used to dancing for two hours
straight."

Jordan butts in, "When you came there with me, we hung
out at the bar all night."

Staring at Emilio, Josh quips, "You don't look like
you're suffering now, Jordan!"

In place of the Mario Batali suit warn around
Advantage, Emilio Vasquez, like Jordan, had stripped
down to the beltline of his jeans. He didn't mind at
all, the twenty-six year olds hand tucked in the rear
beltline, firming up his right ass cheek, as he stood
on Emilio's left. Towards the last half hour of their
good time at D'Jola's, Jordan began suffering alright.
Pinned to the inside of his tight jeans, the hospital
worker's nine inch nail crammed the interior, now
begging for more expansion room or to be relieved.
Jordan preferred the latter.

"I think we'll be taking our leave," he mentioned to
Josh, shouting above the club music.

"Already?" Josh called back, the back of his hand
brushing down Jordan's hairy, sweaty mid-chest, down
the dark brown path.

"Hey," Jordan complained, giving Josh's hand a swat.

Only so Jordan could hear Josh says, "I remember when
`this' used to be mine to play with!"

The comment, meant to carry a message, gave both the
same impression. What they once had, had been nice,
but it was time for both to move on, now that they had
paired off with different partners. Breaking from
Emilio, Jordan's hand departing from right cheek,
engulfing Josh, who responded with the same affection.
Nineteen year old Seb, decided to create some
mischief. Moving his sweaty bod close to Emilio, he
slapped his chest up against the Latino, his hands
around back, in a hug-lock. Twenty-seven year old
Emilio, took advantage of the young jock and ground
the front of his body against Seb's.

"Heey-hey... what's this?" Jordan grasped on to what
the two did.

"Hey, c'mon... c'mon.." Josh agreed to separating the
two.

"You'll pay for that, boy!" Jordan yelled out to
Emilio, turning to Josh and saying, "Later,
jock-dude!"

"C'mon," Josh says to Seb, "Let's find Luis and
Raavi."

Tapping Josh on the shoulder, Seb pointed to a meek
corner of the club. The two couples then departed the
wild atmosphere of D'Jola's.

"Have a good time, Luis and Raavi?" asks, as he revs
up the engine of his jeep.

"Si," Luis replied, "but I'm tired."

Raavi could sense Luis not wide awake. The twenty year
old's body lay on his, slackened. In twenty minutes
time, they arrived at Raavi's estate.

"By the way, Raavi, is that pool you have, heated?"
Josh asks, with ulterior motives.

"It's in the house. You want to swim?" Raavi reads
Josh's mind.

Seb informs them, "It's two o'clock in the morning."

"It's also `Friday'!" Josh reminds the three.

So, out of the midnight red jeep, the four climb,
after Raavi wakes up Luis.

"I so tired," Luis complains.

With Seb as backup, they take Luis inside. After
depositing Luis in the bed, Raavi leads the others to
the pool.

"But I don't have a swimming suit," Seb protests.

Smiling an evil grin, Josh tells him, "Neither do I!"

For the second time that night, Josh rips his tee off
over his head. Unlike D'Jola's, he kicks his shoes
off, followed by lowering his pants. In a minute's
time, his cock and balls are swinging in the breeze.

"Towels are over there," Raavi says, with haste,
wanting to get back to the bedroom.

"In a hurry, isn't he?"

"So am I," Josh tells Seb.

Helping out, Josh unbuckles Seb's belt, as his arms
lift the tee shirt over his head. As Seb's pants are
lowered, his eyes gaze upon the twenty-four year old's
crotch.

Without hesitation, his pants at his ankles, Seb sinks
to his knees, claiming, "I've gotta have that!"

The bulge in Seb's brief's, outline his desires to
have Josh's succulent meat.

"Oooooooooooh!" Josh sighs, his hands on Seb's
shoulders.

Seb's own hand helped feed the semi-soft shaft into
his mouth.

"Oooh yeah.... oh yeah... oh fuckin' yeah!" Josh says
over and over.

Sucking up Josh's tool, Seb's tongue moves like a
tornado, in a roundabout motion. Getting turned on
likewise, by the tasty morsel, Seb's hand goes down
into his own briefs, pulling out his elongated 7.5c
and heavy sacs, anchoring his black briefs. Glancing
back, Josh spies a luxury, padded lounge chair.

"Ooooooh," Seb complains, as Josh's rod escapes his
lips.

"Hee heee... I can tell you're getting in to it, Seb."

"Like you're not, Josh?"

"Keep up the hot massage and I'll be getting into
something else."

Something irked Seb the wrong way.

"No."

"What?"

"No."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"What it means is... well, I'm not trying to mean or
crude, Josh, but I was hoping that the guy who..."

Silence followed.

"Yeah?" Josh prodded, his hand now taking up where
Seb's mouth left off.

"I don't mess around, Josh. The guy who takes my
cherry has to be for real."

"For real, Seb?"

"Yeah. The guy who wants to stick around... stick by
me.. Josh, I know this sounds old-fashioned, but I'm
not into getting fucked by any guy."

Slowly, Josh started to warm up to Seb's idea. In
reality he was crazy over the guy. He decided to end
this madness. Leaning forwards, he pulled Seb's lips
to his own.

"Seb?"

"Yeah?"

"Let's take our swim and then go find a room."

"But..."

"No fucking tonight. I want you to be comfortable with
me.  I'll leave it up to you, to tell me when the time
is right."

"Are you saying that you want to do more than date me,
Josh?"

"I have a confession to make."

"Oh? What's that Josh?"

"You didn't place first, in the test they gave to the
new hirees for the communications position."

"What?" Seb sat up, more alert.

"I erased your dots and filled in the right ones,
Seb."

"But that's forgery, Josh. Why on earth would you want
to do a thing like that? You could get fired. Worse.
You could get arrested!"

"Why? Because, this is why."

Fully sitting up, their crotches face each other, as
the two straddle the lounge chair. Josh embraces Seb,
in more than a friendly kiss.

%

"I'm glad you talked me into taking his ass, Max."

Buried to the hilt, Michael leans forwards and sweetly
gives Max kisses on the neck. Lying on his back, Max
sits on Rick's chest, knees to the sides of his
external obliques, his cock up to the balls, in the
jock's mouth.

"Nice and tight, huh?"

"Yeah. Gives a new meaning to the word, `fuck'!"

The two laughed as Rick got worked at both openings.

"Hey, Max?"

"Yeah Michael?"

"Have you ever double fucked a guy?"

Max's head swung all the way around. An evil grin
filled his face.

Still hinting, Michael infers, "I mean you've gotta be
well lubed up by now, so how `bout it?"

Pressing his knees into the bed, Max pulls out of
Rick's mouth. Swinging his ass off of Rick's mid-chest
patch, he balances himself to the side. Right away,
Rick pushes himself up on his elbows, eager to get in
on the conversation.

"Double-fuck? No way," Rick tells them.

"Not an option for you, boy," Michael cites.

"My ass. I think I have a right."

"You ain't got any rights."

However, true to the rules set up when they first
started playing, Max tells Michael, "Yes he does."

"What? I thought..."

"You have to understand, Michael, that when we first
started playing, we agreed that I wouldn't do anything
that Rick didn't want to experience."

"But I thought..."

"The slaveboy stuff is purely role playing, Michael."

Conceding to Max and Rick's wishes, Michael smiles,
"Okay. No problem."

Then as a switch, Rick asks, "Have you ever
double-fucked a guy? Does it hurt a lot?"

Looking at Max's eleven inches, Michael commands, "Put
your cock over here next to mine, Max. Show Rick what
he's missing."

Michael's stiff shaft measured about a half inch less
than Max's. Teamed up, it looked like it could cause a
hefty wedgie.

Licking his lips, Rick stated, "They look.... hot,
together."

"Looks like we're wearing our boy down," Michael
sighed.

The two tops even let Rick reach over his own pubes,
to handle both cocks.

"Wow! I can't even get one hand around both!"

Spreading his own legs, the workout jock swung his
body forward, getting on his knees. Max and Michael
watched, as Rick leaned down, forwards, his mouth
opening as his tongue stretched out. At the same time,
both Max and Michael uttered words of intense
pleasure, as Rick's tongue glides through the seam of
the side by side shafts.

%

Raavi had just dozed off when an arm flung over his
body, slapping down across his stomach. Waking, he
realized he wasn't alone in the house, as he had been
since his parents' fatal accident. Lifting the thin
arm, he placed it back, on top of Luis' frail body.
Pushing him a bit, he turned the Latino on his side,
his back towards his chest. Moving quickly, he crossed
one arm over Luis, moving his crotch up to his ass.
For quite a sum of time, he pawed over the sleeper's
bod, feeling up chest, stomach, the defined treasure
trail, then wiry pubes. Soon he was off to sleep
himself.

%

"Josh, what did Jordan mean when he told Emilio
`you'll pay for that boy'?" Seb stops licking a hairy
nip, long enough to ask.

"They have this role play thing going."

"But he called Emilio his `boy'."

"Part of the play."

"What is this role play stuff about, Josh?"

"Alpha male stuff."

"I've heard of it, but not sure what it's about?"

As with Jordan, Josh enjoyed some hot fun. He wasn't
at all sorry that they paired off with different
mates. He knew Jordan to be strictly a top, at heart,
even though the twenty-five year old compromised
positions, bottoming for their hot sex and other
playing around.

Lying there, on his back, Seb at his side, Josh
explains, "Well, you see, Emilio's the type that likes
to have a man dominate him."

Waiting a sec, Josh wondered if Seb would brush off
the subject.

However, he became more enthused, asking, "Oh, I know
about that."

"You do, do you?"

"My older brother and I used to play."

"Oh?" Josh became highly interested in hearing Seb
out.

"Yeah. I mean don't get me wrong. My brother's not
gay." Then, running off subject, Seb states, "Well, I
thought he was gay, but he kept on saying he wasn't. I
told him that if he wanted a guy to suck his cock
that...."

"Um, you want to get back on the same page, Seb?"
Josh's cock twitched, in anticipation.

Realizing his wandering tongue, Seb jumped back to
page one.

"Oh yeah, well, it began as two brothers fooling
around, wrestling. Our dad was into keeping fit, so he
built a gym in the basement. One time, I think I was
fifteen, my brother, his name's Claude and he's three
years older than me, twenty-two, he pins me to the
mat. So, there I am, sprawled out on the mat, his
hands holding my wrists down. He asks me, `You give?'
I told him, `No.' Then Claude presses his crotch down.
I think he really meant to force me from moving
around. Anyhow, I feel his cock pushing against mine.
Right away, my shaft springs into action. I can feel
it pulsating. He then asks, `What are you doing?'"

Right now, Josh's hand goes to his own crotch, as
Seb's hot, brotherly story fills his ears.

"So what did you tell him?"

"The truth. I came out to him. I told him that his
hard cock was turning me on."

"Yeah, and?"

"He stuck his hand down, onto my gym shorts and felt
my fifteen year old stick."

Shifting his hand from cock to cock, Josh reports,
"Doesn't feel like a fifteen year old's stick."

Smiling, Seb replies, "It was a big deal to me, having
my eighteen year old brother's hard meat pressuring
mine."

"I bet," Josh replies. "So, then what happened?"

"He began calling me queer names and then he called me
a cocksucker."

Seb laughs out loud.

"What?" Josh questions his humor.

"Y'know, I really wanted to suck his cock, but
resisted. Claude kept on badgering me and I kept on
saying `no'. Finally, he shimmies himself up, so that
his ass is on my chest. He claims, Seb mimics his
brother, `All faggots like to suck cock!' I almost
died and went to heaven when he took the waistband of
his gymshorts, pulled them down, anchoring them under
his jockstrap. It's not like I hadn't seen my own
brother's crotch before, but laced up in that
jockstrap... man, his balls looked so full and his
cock. At that point I couldn't resist anymore."

"And you?"

"My first word was, `hot'."

"Nice," Josh liked the reply.

Picturing in his mind a fifteen year old guy, lodged
underneath his eighteen year old brother, a bigger
than life set of cock and balls, stuffed into a tidy
jockstrap.

"Then what happened?"

"By then Claude knew that I wanted to suck him off.
So, he had to make it tough for me. He made me beg
him."

"Cool!" Josh replied. Then cutting the story short, he
applied it to his own predicament. "Beg to suck my
cock."

Not only didn't he get to that part of the story, but
lots of other adventures he had with his older
brother. However, it looked like things turned in
Seb's favor, as Josh began coaxing him.

"Get that mouth on my cock, boy!"

More energetic than Josh, Seb scrambled to get in
position to give the twenty-four year old a hot blow
job.

%

"Steve, are you sure you're okay with Boone staying
here?"

"I told you before it's perfectly alright. Now can we
drop it?"

"You don't have to get all huffy on me, Steve."

Recalling some memory, Steve changes his disposition,
smiling, as he unloads, "What're you going to do? Whip
my butt?"

"Whip your butt, Steve?" Then remembering himself,
Matt tells him, "Oh yeah, I did say that, didn't I?"

"Yup."

Silence prevailed, as the two lay side by side in the
bed.

Then Steve asks, "Are you gonna?"

"Do you want me to?"

In a coy manner, Steve replies, "Not if you don't want
to."

"Okay. Then forget it."

Then jumping up, Steve asks, "Um, then again, if you
wanted to..."

Matt gets the message.

"Steve, do you want me to whip your ass or don't you?"

With a toothy grin, Steve replies, "I used to play
around in college with a guy."

"Oh? So why don't you tell me before we get any deeper
in this relationship, Steve?"

Then sensing some danger, danger that Matt might think
that kinky play is too weird, Steve backs off.

"Um, never mind. Let's just go back to hugging each
other and..."

"No way, Steve. If there's something kinky that you
want to do, I don't want to deprive you of it. It'll
only draw us farther apart. So, tell me. Lay your
cards out on the table."

If it had been strip poker, than Steve wouldn't have
been so cautious. He had something cool going here
with Matt and he didn't want to go breaking it up,
over some kinky play like he had back in his college
years.

"It's not important..owwwwwwwch! Owch!"

Matt dug his fingernails into Steve's nips.

"Okay! Okay! I'll talk.. leggo.. I'll talk!"

"Hmm.."

"What?" Steve asks.

"This," Matt replied, grabbing Steve's erection.

As Matt firmed Steve's 8.5c, from base to tips, first
a bead of cum appeared, then it overflowed, as if a
slow, erupting volcano.

"I had a feeling that turned you on, Steve."

"Well, um..."

There wasn't anything Steve could think of, in protest
to Matt's suggestion.

"Okay, yeah. It felt good. Alright? But just because
I'm into  kinky shit, doesn't mean you have to get
into it, Matt."

"How do you know I don't like it, Steve?"

"You do?" Steve's eyes lit up. "Cool!"

"I didn't say I was."

"Oh," Steve said, the glum returning.

"But I didn't say I couldn't get into it, with..."
then gently squeezing Steve's nip in between the side
of his index finger and thumb, "the right man."

Still pulverizing Steve's nip, Matt used his rounded
pec as leverage, to meet for a lip-lock.

"Mmmmmmm," Steve replied, both to the affectionate
kiss and the increased pressure on his nip.

After breaking free of each other, letting go of
Steve's tender pec, Matt replies, "Now get down on my
cock!"

"You bet!" Steve replied, moving his body into
cocksucking position, a smile gracing his face.

Getting his lips around the swollen head of his
lover's cock, his tongue caught the prejizz.

"Um, excuse me?"

Lying in between Matt's legs, Steve contorts his body,
his head careening towards the door opening.

"I couldn't sleep. I was wondering."

Steve looked up to Matt, using him as the scapegoat,
towards handling his younger brother.

"Boone, you're eighteen years old. Don't tell me
you're afraid of the dark, still?"

Drooling, Steve wanted this over with, but he waited
patiently.

"No, it's not the dark," Boone replied, shuffling his
feet over towards the bed. Then, looking at Steve,
hovering over Matt's cock, he replies, "I never saw
anybody suck your cock, except me."

Steve speculates, "I bet you were good at too, huh?"

"Yeah, I'm a good cocksucker." Then, turning his
attention to Matt, the eighteen year old asks, "want
me to show Steve how good I can suck you off, Matt?"

"No! What I want you to do is go back to your own
room, to your own bed. If you have to release your
pent up tension, then jerk yourself off, Boone."

"Poor kid," Steve commented, getting a dirty look from
his beloved.

"I bet you feel real sorry for my brother, don't you
Steve?"

"Well, um... sure. After all, it's a strange place for
him and all and..."

"This has nothing to do with being here and not
somewhere else, Steve. I..."

"Oh, don't be so hard on the kid!"

Matt started to get peeved at Steve.

"Okay, you feel sorry for my little brother, do you
Steve. Okay, then get up."

"What?" Steve dreaded the thought of forfeiting the
eight inch piece of meat, especially after he got a
taste of it.

"You heard me. Maybe I feel sorry for Boone, too."

"Cool! Thanks bro!" the eighteen year old cheered
himself up.

"Well?"

On his knees, on the bed, Steve gazed at Boone,
standing there totally in the buff. It was only human
to gaze at the kid's cock, which looked like it
stretched longer than his own or Matt's. But then he
looked back at the morsel he lusted for.

As if he had to ask permission, Boone questions Steve,
"Alright if I do it?"

"Like your lips and your brother's cock are
strangers?"

"He told you about us, Steve?"

"Yeah, I was cool with it."

Steve keenly watches Boone kneel on the side of the
bed, his mouth open and bounding towards the delicious
meal.

"Um, you think we can share?"

It's obvious that Steve feels jealous, or maybe has an
satiable desire for hunger.

"Would somebody hurry and get on me?" Matt tells them
both.

"Who's being huffy, now?"

Looking at Matt, he noticed the instant change in his
facial expression. Dropping his head, all he can see
is Boone's mane, covering Matt's pubic area.

"Heeeeeeeey! Save some for me!"

Repositioning his bod, Steve cocks his head so that he
can lather up Matt's balls, while Boone eats away at
the succulent dish. For a few minutes, Steve licks,
then sucks at the rounded appendages, one at a time.
However, boredom sets in. Hearing cock-slurping, he
begins to hunger for cock himself. Matt, totally under
his brother's cock-sucking spell, doesn't detect Steve
repositioning himself. With a shoulder against Matt's
belly, he moves Boone's torso. Now, sandwiching
between his lover and Matt's 18yo brother, Steve's
extended tongue finds a treat of his own. Tongue
reaching out, he first licks balls, then slowly
absorbs the young jock's stick into his mouth.

"Ooooooh," Boone groans, around his brother's
stiffened rod.

Reciprocating, Boone's hand crosses over from Matt's
thigh, to Steve's. Then, caressing Steve's cock, he
massages it as if patting a dog. It's Steve's turn to
coo, at the sensuous cock play. Too further mesmerize
the sexual triage, Steve runs his hand over Matt's
chest. Boone discovers the reason for his brother's
added groans of pleasure. Taking Steve's unoccupied
hand, he moves it uncer his own body.

Using his hand to extract Matt's cock from his mouth,
Boone asks Steve, "Play with my nips too? They're real
sensitive."

Turning his attention to Boone, Steve eyes up his hand
positioned on the eighteen year old's smooth chest.
Smiling, he latches on to Boone's nip and goes to work
at massaging it. Boone returns to Matt's cock-massage.

%

"I suppose we can try it, but I think you better tie
me down."

"Are you sure you want to go through with this, Rick?"

"Um, no, but it does turn me on to think about it."

"It'll hurt like hell," Michael adds to Max's and
Rick's discussion.

Michael enjoys Rick's next response, "You know what
they say... no pain, no gain!"

"Yahooooooooooooooo!" Yells out, his hand firming up
his shaft, to the maximum.

"I don't think so."

Silence fills the room, as Michael's wide grin turns
upside down.

With questioning, Rick replies to Max's negative
comment, "I'm okay with it, Max."

"I know you're okay, but I'm not."

"But he wants it," Michael protests. Then, sensing
more than some hot bdsm play here, he tells Max, "You
really love him, don't you?"

"Let's just say I care about getting a tight hole
around my cock forever?"

After a period of silence, from all three, Max goes on
to say, "However, I do know of an individual that
could get into having double-cock play."

"Oh?" Michael's cheerful disposition returns slightly.
Then with a rush of inquisitiveness, he asks, "Name?
Stats? What's his body like?"

"A company man. Anthony Bonomolo." Looking towards the
thirty year old top jock, Max continues to beef up his
description, "Hairy chest, stomach..."

"Mmmm..." Michael replies, his hand delivering a hand
massage to his own appendage.

"Beard, totally submissive in nature," Max winds up
enough of the facts.

Interjecting, Rick dares say, "I never knew he was
into what I'm into."

Overriding Rick's statement, Michael asks, "Hey wait a
minute. This Anthony guy isn't a wimp like Rick here,
is he?"

"Wimp?" Rick questions.

Smiling, Max lays back down next to Rick, an arm
cuddling him, like a baby.

"Wimp, Michael? I do recall that a couple of hours ago
his gut pleasured your first sinking into it?"

"Oh yeah. I gotta admit that Rick can take so hot gut
punching."

Seeing a chance at making Michael sweat, Max tells
him, "I think you owe my partner an apology?"

"A what?"

Michael didn't see it Max's way, a flabberghasted look
on his face. The negative and the positive crossed his
mind. One, he didn't think he owed any bottom
anything, regardless of the right or wrong of the
situation. Secondly, he did owe something to Max, for
a hot evening. Another concept that grasped his
emotions, was the aspect of Max's expertise in
knowledge of the local bdsm scene, plus his willing to
share, even if it wasn't the man he held dear to his
heart.

"Yeah, okay. Sorry `bout that Rick."

"Now, why don't you two kiss and make up?"

It could have been repulsive, but putting things into
perspective, Michael didn't seem to mind at all at
pairing up his chest to Rick's, leaning into his
handsome features, to deliver a sweet mouth-to-mouth
apology.

"Like you minded doing that, Michael?"

Leaning in for the second time, Michael tells Max, "I
think I need some more punishment."

Laughing his ass off, Max holds his flat palm up
between the two sets of lips. Michael kisses his palm
instead.

"Dirty trick, Max!"

Changing the subject, Max asks Michael, "Tired or
should I give Anthony a call?"

"Hell no!" the thirty year old dominant top states,
with renewed glee.

Before making his way to the phone, Max tells Rick,
"Why don't you get the hot tub ready?"

"My pleasure," Rick grins.

As a prelude to making his way out of the bedroom,
Michael tailing him, Max cuddles Rick for a kiss. His
hand fondling his dwindling erection, Michael looks
for them to hustle it up, Max rustling up some new
action.

%

28 Continued....

Copyright 2006  T. Chase McPhee
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