Date: Wed, 5 Apr 2006 14:23:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Muscle Jocks For Domination"  29/29

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"  29/29
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

Max lifted one eyelid, as Rick quietly inhaled and
exhaled, next to him in bed. He wasn't quite prepared
for the Pavoratti imitation, belTing out an aria from
`Rigoletto', to the accompaniment of shower power. It
had been obvious, from their late evening love making
that Rick was totally out. Still a little sweaty from
their passionate past-evening's activities, Max slid
out from under half of Rick's body.

"Sure was hot," He commented, as well as smiled,
remembering their hot evening.

Before parting for the jon, he sweetly kissed Rick on
the cheeks, brushing his still sweaty mane. Reporting
to the shower, as he snuck, he spied not only Michael,
through the glass enclave, but that of Anthony
Bonomolo's 5'10" frame. As if Michael giving the
performance of a lifetime at the Metropolitan Opera,
he belted out the high notes. In a fit of mischief,
Max's hand found the hot water faucet. He slowly
turned it clockwise. Suddenly, Michael belted out a
falsetto, not part of the score of Verdi's opera.

"Yeeeeowwww..oooooh oooooooh ooooooooh!"

Shading Anthony from the cold rain, Michael pressed to
twenty-seven year old up against the tiles, stomach to
stomach.

"Max, you fuck!" He detected his host's presence, his
long arm reaching up to the showerhead, to deflect
it's flow.

Max laughed his ass off.

"Fortunately for you," Michael comments, "I had the
hottest night of my life last night!"

"You're welcome," Max coolly replied, thinking of
deflecting Michael's harsh play off of Rick, reaping
it on Anthony Bonomolo, called in as a substitute.

"What's happening?"

Rick had appeared at the door, one hand rubbing over
his chest, feeling up one of his own nips. Michael
questioned his frankness. Keyed into Michael's
inquisitiveness, Max delivered an explanation.

"Remember, we're only into it for the roleplay?"

Not to change the subject, but to enhance it, Michael
states,  not in a demanding manner, but suggestive,
"By the way, if I accept the position you are
offering, at Advantage, I'm going to need a
secretary."

"Is that so?" Max gazes at Anthony.

Still plastered up against the tiled wall by Michael's
bod, Max gazes at the two.

"Hmm... " Then, as a suggestion, Max asks, "and how
would you feel about working at Advantage, as
Michael's secretary Anthony?"

Neither Max, nor Rick could see Michael's hand around
Anthony's barrel. Not that it would matter, since
Anthony had the hottest night, in recent history.

"Um, I'd like that chance, sir," the beefy Italian
replied, meekly. He also admitted, "I might come in
handy, should my boss need to find `release' during
the day?"

Max sensed Michael could play rough, but would not
have recommended so strongly that he hook up with
Anthony, if he didn't feel the twenty-seven year old
could take some rough play.

"I'll make sure you're transferred to the graphics
department."

"Thank you, sir," Anthony replied cordially.

Doing all he could to keep from squirming around,
which would provoke his cock further into action,
Anthony kept his mouth shut, hoping Michael would too,
so they could move on to the next step up.

"Well, Rick and I are invited to an early morning
brunch at the country club. Stay as long as you want,"
Max told Michael, before leaving the side door of the
shower.

Back in the bedroom, Rick quips, "Looks like Michael
has a firm grip on Anthony?"

"Yeah, like Michael didn't think we noticed."

Totally unlike nighttime action, when the morning
broke, Max transformed into more the lover, drawing
Rick into a sweet embrace.

%

"Morning," Steve said, as his eyelids rose with the
sun.

In slow motion, Matt opened his eyes. Maybe last night
he let his brother `play around', but it was time the
brotherly act broke up.

"Heeeeeeeeeeeeey! What tha?"

Boone got a rude awakening, as his nude bod tumbled
off the bed, onto the floor.

"Last time in my bed, little bro!"

Seeing a mix of disappointment and puzzlement on
Boone's kisser, Steve speaks up.

"It's okay, `little bro'. For now you can invite  the
`pizza man' over," Steve replied, kicking Matt with
the heel of his foot, as he lay with his
ass-against-cock.

"Really?"

"Sure. Don't mind giving up the sofa!"

"Hot dog!" Boone replied.

Unknown to Steve and Matt, in between their cock
sucking fest, after he shot his load, Boone took a
hiatus in the next room, talking with Dash Newman, the
pizza guy, after his shift had ended, into the wee
hours of the morning. Good thing it was a local call.

"Steve," Matt opens up, after Boone takes to the
kitchen, "I don't think it's right."

"You're right. I don't think it's right that Boone has
to sleep on the sofa."

"That's not what I meant Steve and you know it."

"Right, but I think it's time we get ourselves a
bigger place."

"Bigger place Steve? On a waiter's salary?"

"You're forgetting buddy-boy, that I got myself a new
hifalutin' position and the salary to back it up?"

"Sure, Steve. We'll go live in a castle and I can
become your muscle jock serf."

"No, that's not what I'm thinking of, so stop that
shit. I can very well start learning how to take care
of a place."

"Yeah, sure, Steve. You're going to work all day at
the office, then want to come home and flop in a
chair."

Then turning fully around, Steve hugs his lover,
telling him, "There's the weekends."

"No never mind," Matt assures him, "I'll take care of
the laundry and other chores during the week. You're
going to need your R'n'R on weekends."

"Not to mention, bedsex?"

"Damn, Steve. You're not going to get tired during the
day, only to come home and sleep, are you?"

Mocking Matt, Steve replies, "What kind of energy does
it take me to lay there with my feet up and your cock
buried in me? Hell, you're doing all the work."

"But," Matt gets even, "how can I fuck your tight ass,
if my cock ain't lubed up?"

"Could get rough, I suppose. Of course you can sit on
my chest lube it up, that way!"

Still getting one more over on Steve, Matt says, "Or,
I suppose I could jamb it down your throat, choke the
living daylights out of you and take up with Boone
again!"

Steve fakes a choking cough.

"Um, that's okay. I'll do it the old-fashioned way."

"Promise?"

They seal it with a kiss.

%

"What's that Josh?"

"What?"

"That doodling on the piece of paper?" Raavi asks the
twenty-four year old.

"I couldn't sleep early this morning, so let Seb
sleep. Y'know, you're idea of a bed and breakfast
could work out real fine. Take a look at this?"

As Josh sat at the kitchen table, he pawned off his
ideas onto Raavi, whom bent over his shoulder, from
behind. Right away Josh picked up on the twenty year
olds light covering of chest and stomach hair,
partially touching his back. He didn't let on, smiling
to himself.

"What's this Josh?" Raavi asked, pointing to seven
digits, separated by two commas.

"Why should you be any different than anyone else in
big business, looking at the big total cost, before
seeing what you get for your money?"

Raavi smiled, as Josh giggled.

"So, care to explain it to me?"

"Sure. Have a seat."

In the meantime, upstairs, Seb had awoken. Half
asleep, he found the jon. Coming back to bed, he
realized Josh missing. Wandering outside the door, he
went to scratch his crotch, realizing he didn't have a
stitch of clothes on.

"Oops!" He exclaimed to himself, naturally covering
his crotch with one hand, best he could.

If he was in the confines of his dorm, he might have
grabbed a pair of gym shorts before heading down the
hallway to the common facility. However, his sweet
time with Josh, left him mind still in a hangover
situation. Going back inside the room, he found a pair
of low rise briefs and figured that good enough. The
house was plenty warm. He figured he would check, to
see if Josh was in Raavi's room. Josh, nor Raavi he
didn't find, but sprawled out on the bed was Luis'
lithe bod, still asleep. Sitting at the side of the
bed, Seb treated the Mexican youth's body as if a work
of art, which his eyes traveled up and down. He took a
chance, not to cause a disturbance, and ran his hand
lightly up the twenty year olds flat stomach. He had
his kicks, in the moment's touch. Rising, he softly
closed the door behind himself and headed downstairs.

%

Crosstown, Emilio awoke, feeling the need to hit the
jon. One problem. Jordan's cock was still lodged in
his hole.

"What?" Jordan stated, half awake, as he felt his semi
pull out.

"Gotta go."

"Yeah, okay," Jordan said, physically taking his
softshell of a shaft in his hand.

When Emilio returned, Jordan had flopped over, with
his back facing him. Standing there, staring, he dared
this one time, to snuggle his cock up to his Latino
bro's ass. As if trying to keep an infant from waking,
he softly, slowly lay back down in the bed. Inching
his arms around Jordan, Emilio finished to completion,
encircling his arms around, one leg over two, his cock
emerged between asscheeks.

Totally out of the blue came, "Don't get used to it!"

%


"Who was that on the phone, Steve?"

"Max, of course. Who else, from work, would call me at
home on a Saturday?"

"I hope this isn't business related."

"Actually..."

Steve puts himself in a glum frame of mind, which
trascends to Matthew.

"Go on. I can handle it Steve. Whatever it is, I know
it's going to bust up our weekend together, so let's
have it."

"Bust up our weekend - not. Okay, so here's the story.
Max got a call from a client who had purchased
thousands of dollars of our exercise equipment, this
past spring. Seems that the place burned down."

"I don't see the problem. Means more big business,
doesn't it?"

"Well, yes, but Max needs someone knowledgeable of our
line of equipment, to meet with the insurance claims
adjusters, to make sure the client gets all he's
entitled to."

"So you have to go there. Um, just where is `there',
Steve?"

"The midwest."

"This sucks. It's going to take you half a day to fly
there, then stay overnight. Hell, Steve, I wouldn't
have but half a weekend to be with you."

Smiling, Steve replies, "Not if you're along with me."

"Me? Go with you?"

"Sure. Why not?"

"Would be great Steve, but what do I do about Boone?"

"He can stay here, can't he?"

"I really feel funny leaving him here by himself,
Steve. He just got into town and all. No. You go and
I'll stay home."

Steve didn't like that arrangement. Rather, his crotch
was telling him it wasn't a great idea.

"How about we take Boone with us?"

"Take him with us? What's he going to do?"

"I dunno. Have him invite whats-'is-name from the
pizzeria."

"Dash? The delivery boy?"

"Sure. Why not? Give them time to get to know each
other."

"Don't you think that's going to look strange, Boone
inviting a guy to go away with him for the weekend,
when they only met over a pizza being delivered?"

"I dunno. Dash looked kind of cocky, um no pun
intended. He might just go for it. Besides, neither of
them will have to worry about paying for it."

"Oh, so there goes your bonus."

"Nah. I'll charge it to the company. Have them go as
`consultants'."

"And what am I being billed as?"

"Um, my valet?"

Matt smiled at Steve.

"Why not?" he replied, taking Steve in his clutches,
reeling him in for a kiss. "Would be better than
having you come home with a suitcase full of clothes
to iron."

"You're going to make the perfect houseman."

"Is that all I am to you, Steve?"

"Bite your tongue, Matthew!"

"Oh, excuse me..."

Boone had shone up at the wrong moment for Steve and
Matt. Matt's hand had encompassed Steve's jewels,
while volleying for a kiss. Oh course Boone's eyes
shot down to Steve's pubes.

"What're you looking at, Boone? It's like you've never
seen Steve's pubes!"

"Yeah, well... um..." Lifting his eyes up to face
level, Boone changed the subject. "I was talking with
Dash and he's got the weekend off, so I was wondering
if he and I could hang out, if that's okay with you
and Steve?"

"See, it'll work out perfect," Steve ventured to say.

"What will?" Boone asked, looking to either for an
answer.

His brother clued him in, "Boone, Steve has some work
he has to do for his boss.  We want you to come with
us."

"Me? But Dash. If I leave now, he'll think I'm
avoiding him or something..."

Steve and Matt got the third degree from Boone, not
able to get a word in edgewise. It's obvious to both
that Boone really liked this guy, not wanting to screw
it up.

"You can bring Dash with you."

"Bring Dash with me? But what if he doesn't want to
come?"

"Look, Boone. I'm sorry. You can't stay here by
yourself. If Dash can't make it, then you'll have to
wait til you come home to pick up where you left off."

"It's not only that."

"Oh? What else then?"

"I'm sure Dash would want to come, only. You see, he
kind of takes care of his older brother."

"Older brother?" Steve questions. "Usually it's the
other way around."

"Not in this case."

"Care to explain?" Matt asks.

"You see, Dash's brother, Peter, had an accident a
couple of years ago, while in college. After a frat
party, the guy driving the car slammed through a guard
rail, sending the car down an embankment. Peter was
thrown from the car. He escaped death, since the car
landed in a river, but both of his legs are
paralyzed."

"That's terrible," Steve told Boone, his hand on the
eighteen year olds shoulder.

"So, being that his brother is disabled, Dash needs to
be around some of the time to help him."

Matt, concerned, says, "We can see that. What about
their parents?"

"They're gone."

"Aunt? Uncle?"

"They've got nobody but each other."

Also, seeing that Matt and Steve aren't going to let
up on the issue of him going along, he seeks out an
alternative to not leaving Dash behind.

"Um, you wouldn't want to take Peter along, would
you?"

Tilting his head, Steve suggests, "Maybe it would be
wise for you to stay home, Matthew," not that Steve
wants it to be like this.

"No!"

"No?"

"No. I'm going, Boone is going and Dash and his
brother are going and that's that!"

"Cool!" Boone says, "I'll go phone Dash."

Scooting out of there, Matt says, "This is turning
into a big business trip, Steve. Are you sure you need
all of these consultants?"

"Oh, most definitely so. Especially one very key
person!"

Their lips met, for one final moment, before heading
down for breakfast.

%

Some characters from "Muscle Jocks For Domination",
will be carried over to "Living In The Lap Of Luxury",
forthcoming to
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Boys", so why not read "BB", while waiting for "L in
the L of L" to be posted?

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Copyright 2006  T. Chase McPhee
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