Date: Tue, 10 Mar 2015 09:33:05 -0400
From: TCHASE MCPHEE <survivalgame@outlook.com>
Subject: FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS ~ ?...boWL oF CheRRieS...? 03

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FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS ~ `...boWL oF CheRRieS...' 03
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee


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After an interval of hours passed, Jared returned to the homestead. Walking
along the side of the house he was a bit disappointed, not hearing the
hullabaloo of two hours prior, memories of hot flesh seeping through,
between the cracks, Jay still a fragment of memory. However, he was greeted
not by Jay, nor any of the furniture crew, Sean, nor Elroy, but none other
than two boys running to him, "Yeah! Jared's here!"


Predicting it, with every step towards the house, the furniture crew had
disappeared. Jay, he was still at poolside, parked under an umbrella table,
eating a bag dinner. His focus though was on little Ethan and Philip, "Hey,
what are you guys doing here?"


He had mixed reactions, hearing the oldest, Ethan say, "Jay is babysitting
us!"


"Hey Jare, we got company!"


"I see. Um, like, where's Laif?" Jared looks around.


"He had some business, so left the boys with their `Uncle Jay'! Cool, huh?"
Jay was all smiles, taking on such a big responsibility.


Glancing at the pool, Jared was horrified, "Yeah, cool," he answered
coldly, "but what would have happened if one of the boys fell into the
pool. Did you or Laif think about that?"


Bellowing out, `Here we go!' the two young ones have already picked up on
Jay's lingo, "Cool!"


Voices from the back of the house brought on drinks and desserts, Peter
saying, "Oh, Jared, you're back!"


Jay was convincing, telling his brother, "Yeah, the grump is back!"


Ethan and Philip learned a new word, asking, "What's a grump, Jay?"


Peter asks, "You feeling unwell, Jared?"


Sidekick to Peter, Steve had stayed around when his crew left, "Bad day at
the office?"




It wasn't often Jared blushed, but being embarrassed in front of his
brother, he very well knew the answer to the question of the unthinkable,
youngsters left in his care with a swimming pool nearby. Playing it safe,
he replies, "Too much sun. I guess I forgot the lotion this morning."


One thing which amazed Jared, was how `at home' Steve seemed to be, asking
him, "When did the moving men leave?"


"Half hour ago tops," then feeling like this was a quiz game, to why he
remained, Steve doesn't lie, "Jay, he asked me to stay for dinner."


Looking over towards his brother, he couldn't deny the happiness Laif's
kids were bringing him, but of Steve, dressed down to... "That's
fine. Where did you get the boardshorts?"


Looking down upon himself, past the thin treasure trail, Steve says, "Oh,
those, well, when Peter elected me to go find some supper, I happened to
pass by the surf shop. I didn't tell anyone anything, but pretended to be a
shopper. So, I shopped a little!"


"About the manager job?"


"Oh," Steve composed himself for a let down, "I meant to say, if it isn't
okay with you, I could..."


"No," Jared cuts him off, "it's still a go. I just wanted to make sure you
were available, because the woman I spoke to with was thrilled with
managing the luncheonette, or whatever it's going to be called."


It was a big sign of relief for Steve, hoping it work out that way. One
thing was certain, he was tired of the grueling work of lugging furniture,
especially with the hot summer sun, "Thanks very much, Jared. I feel I owe
you."


Much more relaxed about Jay doing the hiring, Jared had thought about Steve
all the way home, "I'm sure we can to some kind of agreement," he smiles.


It's amazing, how looking upon such a handsome specimen of a man can make
one forget troubles so easily!


Having thought about it all, Steve, who could not disagree about being
interested, in Jared, says, "I'm really not into fast meet-ups, more
old-fashioned, a relationship minded type of guy? Besides, now that we're
going to have a working arrangement..."


"Of course," it wasn't what Jared was thinking, still hung up on the
working-relationship clause, slowly deteriorating with the times, "I
wouldn't have it any other way!"


Along with thinking about Steve, Laif had crossed Jared's mind and wondered
about the outcome of all this new stuff in his life. It had made him smile,
thinking of Jay, how he often got bombarded with meeting up with Mr. Right
and settling down. How convenient he wouldn't have to worry about things
like changing diapers and baby bottles!


"Thanks for being understanding. Uh, I've got to get this over to Jay,"
Steve holds up a sixpack, bottles of Hire's root beer.


"Where did you find that? I didn't think they made it anymore?"


"I'll tell ya later," Steve smiles, winks, hiking off to where Jay was,
edge of the pool.


Standing there, Jared had to analyze things. It was like, when life hits a
person in the face with something new, sometimes it takes some time out to
figure how the picture is about to take shape.


"Hm-m," Jared rubs his five o'clock shadow, taking the whole view into
perspective.


Panning the panorama, Jared takes into account each person, starting with
the most important, his own brother.


For the past few weeks it seems Jay has been more `upbeat' in both
personality and thinking. Changing to folding arms across the middle,
leaning on one foot, Jared delve into the facts surrounding this phenomena;
Peter, training at the gym, personal factors.


Then, along comes Steve, only meeting him today and already he's melding
into the scene. A hoard of laughter stymies Jared out of a deep funk,
whereas the personal turned to something sexual, thinking of what lovely
specimens of `male', Peter and Steve, were composed. He saw right off, when
Jay first met Peter, the `hairy' aspect, but Steve, he was just damn
gorgeous, smooth, except little hairy rings around the nips and thin
treasure trail, maybe he wouldn't get so much `competition' from Jay...it
made him grin, giggle a little.


"Someone ticklin' your balls, Jared?"


It startled him quite a bit, Jared jumping, "Oh god, Joseph...don't sneak
up on a guy or anything?"


"Sneak up on ya? My arms were hung over your shoulders before I even said a
word?" Joseph had a difference of opinion.


Truthfully, that probably was the case, only Jared had been set in deep
thought, thinking how or if the picture he viewed was a
once-in-a-lifetime-photo-shot, or would it be dissolved at day's end.


Turning abruptly towards his good buddy, friend, "I guess I didn't notice."


Sending a message, which seemed like Joseph bore out of habit, rubbing his
junk with a single hand, says, "I don't doubt it with all this hot eyecandy
hangin' around the pool!"


"Yeah," Jared had a single-word opinion, adding in his mind, `if only you
had been here earlier!'


That was Joseph, a nonstop 24-hour thinking machine, mind more set on hot
guys, viewed anywhere, any place his day took him. Not which Jared, nor any
other gay man would sense a half-naked guy...


"I suppose your next question is about being introduced, Joseph?"


"Well," Joseph answers smartly, "I know Peter, but who's the other fine
looking stud?"


Knowing which end of the stick Joseph liked, or rather where it was parked,
Jared remarks, "Why? Feel like being `studded', Joseph?"


Jared laughs, Joseph replying with a cool, "Ha-a-a-ha, you were almost
funny, bro!"


Though, Jared walking away, towards the enclave of brother, friends and
kids, did Joseph turn and walk in the opposite direction?


"Hey guys, for those of you who don't know, this here is Joseph," Jared
smiles, "the meek!"


"Meek?" Jay replies. "Really, Jare? Hey, meek-and-mild-Joey!" Jay giggles,
knowing the opposite.


The kids, who were at the tail end of a story Steve was telling them,
something about Spongebob, tear their attention away, Ethan asking, "Uncle
Jay, can Joey be our uncle too?"


While Joseph was shaking Steve's hand, still attached, he leans over to
address Jay, "Don't let that rumor get around, Jay, or else my reputation
will go down the tubes."


"Who's tube?" Jay says, like a secret code has passed between the two.


The kids, they didn't catch on, but Philip does ask, "What's a toob, Uncle
Jay?"


It pleases Joseph, like a prank backfiring, "Explain yourself out of that
one," affectionately tagging Jay, "little bro!"


Steve had tore his digits out of Joseph's hand right after engaging Jay in
conversation. Gravitating towards Jared, he asks, "By the way, I didn't
catch it from Jay, nor Peter, and excuse me for asking, but are you into
guys as well?"


Being cocky, Jared responds, looking down from the smooth midchest region,
to the trickle of treasure trail, "I think I could get into you!"


"First question out of the way," Steve rounds out the next, "I know this is
tricky, with working for you, but you got a boyfriend?" Then, on what his
fear was, "If that's allowed?"


It's the first someone, other than his brother, has referred to having a
partner of whatever sort. Thinking briefly on Laif, friend or more, "It's
complicated."


Wrong impression, Steve asks, "Oh then, it's not okay to mix business
with... you know?"


"Uh, no, I meant things are complicated with `Laif'." Thinking on the new
rule canceling out the old, "I don't have a problem at all with the
relationship status." Thinking of Laif, the kids, like there wasn't
anything set in stone just yet, Jared says, "Why don't we talk, over a
beer, and maybe we can unravel the complication?"


Smiling, Steve says, "I have to stop setting myself up for stuff like
that."


"Like?" the complicated conversation began to unravel, Jared probing for
details.


Steve hints of his own past problems, "High hopes, which can lead to my
downfall."


>From there, the conversation revolved around Steve's past, a failed
relationship after years of faithfulness, Jared sharing he has never been
in a permanent partnership, yet wasn't opposed to such.


After warming up to each other and 2 bottles later, Steve states, "I wasn't
sure whether I should `hit on' the boss, before getting into a business
relationship," his left hand moves from his own chair, to placing it on
Jared's right, "but it was really tough not staring at you, when you came
into view for the first time?"


A sip, a gulp, Jared clears his throat, "Uh, you were stalking me?"


"I was hoping you didn't notice?" Steve smiles.


Not which he was, but it would be tough for any gay man to not stare at a
new face in the crowd, eyes dropping down the rest of the bod, "Yeah, what
a shame I didn't notice sooner!"


If it was meant as a flirt, Jared not thinking of it as such, but right now
he didn't care if Steve picked up on it and soared with any ideas on his
own.


"So, tell me about this `complicated' relationship you have with," he nods
towards Jay in the chair, "the boys' father?"


It didn't take much to explain and before long they were brought to
questions regarding a multi-partnered relationship, Jared having said he
was `fond' of Laif and the boys, but wasn't just yet ready to allow Steve
to fade into past history.


Meanwhile, Jay was tiring of playing with kids, or rather the two tykes
wearing him down. It worked the other way around, Peter having swum with
the boys, the two young ones ready to crash as well, "Anyone have the
time?"


Two-fold, Peter meant to pass along the message to Jared, wrapped up in his
own business, Jay and the kids ready for some early evening slumber time
and, for his own benefit, tracking Laif. The boys' father had said he would
be back by 3pm, but Peter was sure it was past four!


Only one with a watch, Jared still in semi-business attire, pulls up the
sleeve of his dress shirt, "I have a little past five, Peter." When Jared
turns around to answer, he sees Jay nodding.


Getting up out of his chair, Steve's hand, which had sunk down into the
crevice of Jared's legs, pulled away.


"Five? Hm-m, Laif should've been back by now for the kids."


Steve, who had developed a camaraderie with the boys, for sake of a
diversion, stands and instead of asking, asserts, "Looks like the boys are
ready for a nap," heads in their direction.


Both Peter and Jared were amazed, how Steve was able to take command of the
situation, calling the 6 and 7-year olds to attention, stepping behind the
chair and wheeling/walking the three from the pool towards the house.


Joking at first, Jared says, "Steve's proving to be quite an asset around
here!"


Not kidding, Peter questions, "For you or Jay and the kids?"


"Really?" Jared had a mental picture in mind, "I figured you and Steve
might have something `in common'?"


It was clear to him, days ago, Peter saying, "In case you haven't noticed,
I've already found the love of my life?"


"Jay?" Jared exclaims, not really thinking it was to be, Peter, his
brother's trainer and occasional caregiver.


Smiling, letting Jared down easy, Peter replies, "Marco?"


Thinking in a flash on it, Jared says, "Oh? Oh! Oh! Right!" he feels like a
moron, "I think I recall seeing you two holding hands!"


Both knew the score, weren't saying, it Peter's own personal business
fucking around with another guy, "Well, a little more than holding hands,
Jared."


With Peter's thoughts on the whereabouts of Laif, it didn't run by Jared,
Steve being `up for grabs!'


%


Little had anyone known, except Laif himself, how he managed to put food
into his son's stomachs or keep a roof over their head. Coming to Fire
Island had been an escape for him, from life's dead end, picking up the
pieces and trying to move on.


A chef, by way of briefly attending `chef school', the slow deterioration
of his partnership with a former lover, passing away, it took its toll on
Laif, having to drop out of school. It was the second person to `die on
him', after being married to a woman for a few years, having moved into a
relationship too soon, by mistake. Yet, he felt blessed, his boys really
knowing not much different, parental guidance from two men, instead of a
man and a woman.


It was during the `chef school' years and trying to pull his own weight in
the two-man relationship, he turned to `hiring himself out'. Trying to sell
cooking equipment, when a restaurant has all the stuff they need, it can
run into a dead end business. Laif knew Jared was into all these business
adventures, but as of yet hadn't felt comfortable on hitting him up for a
job.


However, with the boys his main responsibility, the 26-year old blond knew
he had to have resources coming in. It had been his main focus, with and
without the boys' mother and the brief time in the double-father
relationship. Still with the obligation, it's why he was meeting up with a
man for the second time.


He could relate, to a business man, away from home, the married life, to a
woman and have gay tendencies, able to enjoy the fringe benefits of being
on the road.


Their first meeting on Fire Island, the bar at Korbeau's, Laif had it down
pat, how to tell what a man `wanted', yet, the other guy too scared shit to
offer his own output. Several tricks and quite a few years later, Laif knew
all the lines, many a feeling a man could have, which would lead up to the
two taking things up a notch or two.


When he met Jared Evans for the first time, Laif already knew the name, but
didn't let on he learned it from the CEO he slept with, the one at the bar
at Korbeau's, which was also the same person he was in bed with at the
moment.


"Oh, by the way," Laif brings up with Dominic, "I met your client this
week."


"You didn't mention anything?" Dominic lifts his head suddenly, peering at
Laif, who has been winding strands of salt and pepper chest hair around a
finger.


"I told you from start, I can be discrete?"


Dominic knew it, a little embarrassed he was being accusing, "Sorry."


Married, to a woman, on business, Dominic Realte was always on the lookout,
for a man he could have sexual relations with, but uphold an oath of
silence towards others. Profitable, in the business of selling fishing
equipment wholesale, it had been his wife being the proponent in financing
his business venture, years and years ago. Over those years he's been
faithful to both partnerships. It's only been, since about late 40's, he's
sensed his true sexuality. In a quandary many other men have experienced,
his only outlet had been to cheat!


This is why Dominic has chosen, in the latter half of his life of 54 years,
to travel on business, so it brings him to hot young men, like Laif.


"That's okay," Laif smiles. To gravitate away from matters and back to the
sensual, "How am I doing?"


Lips drawn into a vivid smile, Dominic, who knows the drill, like a
prompted line to an actor of a play, "Never fails, how you keep me hard
with your mouth on my nipples!"


Keeping the left one moist, Laif replies, "I think by now I have you down
to a science, Dom."


"I love it when you call me that!"


For years they had met at various places, throughout Laif's travels through
life, first in Boulder, Colorado, while at cooking school.


At the beginning of a budding relationship, Laif was pressed by his partner
to get a `real job', if they were to continue as a couple. With only a
passion for cooking, Laif had to choose a temporary way to put money in his
hands.


With a lucrative business, Dominic could `pay the price', for a man who
could be discrete, yet show him a good time.


Laif, he fit the part perfectly, being in a relationship and with two
kids. He had amazed himself, being able to juggle, at first a wife and two
kids, then later a husband and two kids, at the same time, cooking school
and meeting up with Dominic. Though, with the meet ups, it was only on
occasion, when Dominic was in town or within driving distance.


Paid well for his discretion and great sex, Laif became the perfect `fix'
for Dominic's sexual escapades. Too, even though he was working for a big
tip, it's not which Laif was not getting something out of this.


Then, as now, there was kinky side, Laif very well knowing, "Did you happen
to bring some `stuff' with you, Dom?"


"Yeah, but I've had a hectic kind of day. I'm not really feeling like tying
you up. Why don't you just continue your sweet, soft ministrations?"


Both reach for a kiss, then it's business as usual!


After Laif's lips, tongue and mouth have thoroughly worked over Dominic's
chest, skating down the hairy stomach, and a half hour spent firming up
cock, "I think it's about time. How do you want me?" Laif asks, like he
didn't know!


Changing places, Laif gets in doggie position, Dominic behind him.


With a swift slap of the palm to Laif's ass, Dominic says, like he means
it, "Yeah, gonna plow that hot ass of yours, boy!"


Playing along, something the 26-year old has built up over time, knowing
what his `trick' likes to hear, "No, I beg of you sir, be gentle, please?"


Eating up the words, it only fires the fuel of Dominic's imagination,
placing his 7-inch tube up to the tight opening.


Breaking from the sexy, sado-maso dialogue, Laif says, "Uh, aren't you
forgetting something, Dom?"


Almost ready to touch his dick-head to the slightly fuzzy pucker-hole, Dom
replies, "Why do I keep forgetting?"


Still facing the headboard, crouched on all fours, Laif smiles, "Um, maybe
because it feels better without the rubber?"


It takes seconds for Dominic to form the condom over his stiffie, "Okay,
now you're gonna get it...for your insolence, boy!"


Laif still smiles, thinking `better safe, than sorry', yet never is really
prepared for the penetration, "Oh-h-h-h shit, Dom!"


Pure roleplay, Laif knows how it turns Dominic on, feeling like the first
time, forcing his fat cock up an ass, busting the hole wide open,
"Yeah...oh fuckin' yeah," he swells deeper.


It doesn't hurt. Rather the opposite, feels so, so good to Laif, but
playing the part, "Ow-w-wch, will you watch it?!" he tries looking back.


"Eyes up front, boy, before I take a belt to that ass!"


It only happened once, in their exploratory days, Dominic with a hankering
to try out some bdsm stuff. Not having done any of that sadistic stuff, it
only built up the momentum, the first time Dominic lay his own leather belt
over Laif's ass, turning it bright red.


Funny it was at the time, Laif emailing Dominic 2 days later, telling him
his ass was still sore as hell. From then on, they lay off the s&m, turning
to bondage, except for Dominic's fingertips squeezing Laif's tender
nips. There had to be `some' punishment for Laif's inabilities to
`properly' service Dominic's raging shaft with the licking and sucking!


Right now, it was no different than all the other times, Laif now sinking
his shoulders down, pushing legs straight out, Dominic falling flat out on
top of him, after filling the condom on his cock!


%


Seeing how well Jared was getting along with Steve, not which he didn't
think of having the 32-year old all to himself, Peter stole the duties of
putting three to bed, "I'm used to this, Steve," he steals Jay away. "I'll
take care of him."


"Are you sure?" Steve was eager to help out, yet at the mention of it, did
feel a little strange.


On the up and up, Peter says, "Why don't you go keep Jared company. He
looks a little lonely!"


Not which Steve felt bad, about releasing Jay and the three kids from his
care, walks over to the pool, where Jared is wading, puts a hand on Jared's
shoulder, plops his ass down, "Why don't you take your shirt off?"


Cocky, Jared replies, "You did a good job of massaging my pants. I thought
I'd wait for some shirt magic!"


It made Steve smile, moving a hand around Jared's lower back, making sure
he was touching, massaging, "I do happen to be a seductive magician?!"


"Mm-mm," Jared flutters his eyebrows.


Reaching his arm behind Jared's back, Steve plays along. In order for him
to fully encompass Jared's bod, in a play to pop the last button, Jared
motions to move planted hands backwards.


"It's not gonna work," Steve gives up, retracting his arm, reaching over
Jared from the front and unfastens the last holding button.


"One way or the other," Jared smiles, "mission accomplished!"


"Hmm," Steve hums, as he pulls Jared's shirt back, over the shoulders,
"maybe I should put that in my resume."


Hired without a shred of paperwork, Jay's method of hiring on word and
incredibly good looks, Jared says, "Oh, by the way, I still need it?"


Already throbbing, Steve says, "Pleasure first, business later?"


Liking the sound of it, Jared dove right in, not the pool, following Steve
in removing remnants of clothing, leaving his thoughts wordless!


%


Not everyone can be forgiving, even though knowing someone for a number of
years. So be it, when Laif informs his 53-year old occasional trick,
Dominic Realte, intentions of settling down with one person in his life and
giving up on multi-meet ups around the tri-state region.


Before this afternoon, Dominic had almost a panicky sense of this being the
last time he was to see Laif. Having some years of history and many good
times, Dominic had limited himself to exclusive sex with the 26-year old,
thinking it could last forever, a `boyfriend-on-the-road.'


Right after entering Korbeau's, Dominic always paying for the room space,
Laif dwell on something they had discussed at least a year ago, "I've met
someone, Dom," he bestows, taking his shirt off.


Looking at the wavy, dirty blond hair, cast over Laif's pecs, he didn't
want to make eye contact. Knowing he had to respond with something, Dominic
says, hands freezing on his buckle, "Oh, so you finally decided to dump
me?"


Laif could sense tension in Dominic's voice, though felt, "It's not like
this is coming out of the blue, Dom?" Laif's hands also freeze at the
beltline, unsure whether their clandestine time together is going to go
forth.


He was peeved, especially after getting wind of it the first time, last
time they met for sex, a little bondage and S and M on the side plate. In
his mind, Dominic didn't think anything of it. After pleasurably meeting up
with Laif, over and over, he hadn't thought it would ever end. Yeah, he was
pissed, but Dominic provided a coverup, resuming the unbuckling of his belt
and even though he hadn't wanted to admit it, casually replies, "Of
course. I remember you saying something last time we met."


One thing Laif had never shared, with anyone he met up with, especially
since he was being paid, was the fact he had two boys and at one time
another `father' in the relationship, for fear, if anything terribly went
wrong, the boys would not become involved. Right now, having the jitters,
clammed up, Laif suddenly felt relief, like a fresh blowing of wind into
the room, "Okay, cool. I'm glad you're okay with it."


However, Dominic was not cool with it, but figured, his fat cock stuffed
into Laif's tight ass, would be enough of a ploy to persuade him to
reconsider.


After going through the motions, much foreplay, Laif licking Dominic's
hairy bod, sucking nips, which pleasured the 53-year old to the point it
made his cock stick, they got into to position.


Cheerfully he warns, "You're gonna miss this, y'know?"


"Yeah," Laif replied, without much conviction. It was a tight fit,
pleasurable, but for Laif it was also making money for his boys, putting
food in their mouths, clothes on their backs. Keeping this in mind each
time they met up, kept Laif from developing too much affection for Dominic.


In reality, for a man of fifty-three, in any man's opinion, Dominic would
be a handsome, sexy catch. Salt and pepper hair covered his full frontal
assault, tight abs, which show he took care of himself as he aged, and a
bushy head of hair, which he kept stylish to the times, a little gel to
keep it in place. Biggest draw for a top-man, was the fat shaft. Not too
long, it still could keep a bottom-boy `fulfilled!'


Since this was the last time he would be with Laif, Dominic made his
fucktool work nice and slow.


Thinking this was going at a slower than normal pace, not which Laif
enjoyed having his ass crevice worked, he did have time constraints,
"Sorry, Dom, but I've only got about an hour, if you could make it a little
quicker?"


When nothing happened, except the slow exit, light punch back in, Laif
reiterated, "Dom, did you hear me?"


"I heard ya."


Even though they had met over and over, seemed to develop a camaraderie of
friendship, Laif sensed something going wrong here, "Dominic?"


"What?" Dominic responds, with a punch of anger behind it, torso
gut-punching Laif's ass!


Thinking this was a good time to bail, Laif tries turning over, which
dislodges Dominic's tube a little, "I think we should..."


"Don't fuckin' move!"


Right now, Laif started to fear for his life, Dominic falling over, both
arms over his upper back, "I got one last shot at this...you owe me!"


Pleading, because Laif could see himself in a tight squeeze, "I won't
charge you for this. Let me up, okay?"


By now, Dominic's mind had snapped. It's not which he could not start over,
find another young guy on the net, but this all took time and not every
person was trustworthy these days, "Not quite yet."


"Dom?" Laif calls out, with pleading in his voice.


He was trying to converse over his left shoulder, but when Dominic leans to
his right, Laif wipes his face over the covers of the bed, switching to
looking to the right, "What're you doing?"


Reaching in the draw of the side table, Dominic pulls out a set of
handcuffs, "We might as well have a little fun...for one last time?"


Pinned down, sides of his bod between Dominic's hefty legs, a huge bicep
against his back, Laif couldn't flinch much. Too, Dominic's prick still
lodged in his ass was another dead weight anchor!


"No, Dom. Come on, let me up!"


Seeing money, nor what he thought was a friendship making a difference,
Laif starts thrashing about. At least he thought he could squirm his way
free.


It didn't work, Dominic cuffing one hand, then leaning forward, `the
anchor' pinning him down, like a wrestler's bod to the mat, it was not much
of a fight for Dominic to thread the left hand cuff through the wrought
iron frame of the bed, meet the right hand and then snag up Laif's wrists
in bondage.


Always ready for some innocent fun, Dominic carried some light bondage gear
in his suitcase. Traveling local, no one ever had reason to search his
luggage. Only once he took a commuter flight, an airport attendant finding
rope in his suitcase, which he explained it as being a `rope salesman.'
Most likely, because the young male attendant slipped and said it was
`cool', is the reason Dominic escaped the airport without incident!


When his arms were bound overhead, Dominic removes his `anchor.'


Too late, Laif expressed his qualms, "Dom, c'mon, let's talk about this?"


Then he let out a cry of pain, which seemed to send a message, Dominic
stepping off the bed, flipping Laif belly side up.


"I think you've said all I want to hear."


Still disgruntled, Dominic got the rope out of his bag and began tying it
around Laif's left ankle.


"You're not going to hurt me, are you? I mean, not more than any other time
we've done this?"


Still feeling bad-assed, Dominic's mind was boiling with anger, though
says, "Of course I'm not going to hurt you," he stretches the rope under
the mattress, brings it up on the opposite side, begins tying it to Laif's
right ankle, "too much!"


It's then Laif finds he's in deeper than Dominic's cock was, "Dom, let me
up. It's not the end of the world. You can still find someone to meet up
with. There's plenty of guys..."


Punching Laif in the stomach with the same hand which has been heaved into
a bag at the gym, really gives Laif something to really belch about, "I've
heard enough of your lies!"


True, that second time they met, Laif had promised this would go on
forever. The guy was hot. The money good, so why should Laif bother to find
another vocation?


It had knocked the wind out of him, the gut punch and a distraction long
enough, Laif didn't even have a clue, Dominic reaching into the side draw
again. Prepared, in case they both felt like having a little extra fun, he
pulls out a ball gag.


Right now, Laif could have kicked himself, having come up with the idea,
regarding noise. He couldn't help himself, yelping out loud, so talked
Dominic into buying a ball gag. Even though tries to recuperate from the
fist to his gut, Laif tries protesting, which soon his voice becomes
muffled.


"There. Just like you wanted in the beginning," Dominic smiled. "Damn, it's
times like these I'm glad you talked me into getting one of those," he
stands proud of the leather strap threaded around the back of Laif's dirty
blond locks, the red ball stuffed into his open mouth.


"Now," he says, backing off the bed and reaching into the suitcase which
sets on a rack next to the bed, "what would be a fitting parting gift for
you?"


Laif looked up as he pulled on the handcuffs, struggling, but could see he
was in a fix, with no escape. Looking down over his sweaty pecs, stomach,
he could see there was no breaking the bondage his ankles were in, legs
secured, wide apart.


Holding some apparatus in his hand, Dominic says, "Well, I hadn't intended
on using these for quite some time, but since you're not going to be
around, no sense wasting good money!"


It only hurt his wrists to pull at his bindings, Laif fearful of what he
saw hanging from Dominic's hands. The right hand had a chain, two nasty
little clips hanging from each end, with biting, serrated edges. In his
left, a leather collar, 3 strands of chain hanging from it,
"Mnn-uhn-uh-na!"


Trying to disagree with Dominic's motives was fruitless. The only thing on
Laif's mind was to prepare himself. Until now, things were light, but he
wasn't a stranger to a madman's ways, when one of the two parties hadn't
the freedom of escape. For his own sake, he used his breath, breathing
deeply to cushion what was about to happen.


"What was that..." Dominic began returning to his crazed manner, "you want
to try this first?" he tosses the ball stretcher on the bed, taking the
nip-clamps into two hands. "Don't worry," an understatement where Laif was
concerned, "I'll leave the screws almost all the way in!"


Prepared for the worst sting of his life, Laif closes his eyes, squinting
them tightly.


"Oh c'mon. I know you've wanted this all along!"


His laugh only convinced Laif more, of something like revenge. Though,
Dominic had done what he intended, set the menacing clips so they were at
minimal stinging action. It still delivered a wallop, Laif audibly sensing
the pain, when Dominic releases the clips on each nip...


It's amazing how environmental effects can affect a hard shaft; cold
shower, lack of interest, being scared shit...


"Yeah, I thought you would like it," he says, reaching a hand down, taking
Laif's flaccid cock in hand, giving it a few strokes.


Unlike the clothespins Dominic had pinned to his nips in the past, 3-across
each, the nasty clips were doing even more for him.


"Hm-m, if I had known these were giving you such a jolt," Dominic eggs Laif
on, giving the chain a little pull, stroking away, "I'd have used them a
long time ago!"


Senses can be overwhelmed, in a direction we choose not to go, the mind
being a powerful tool. Without even thinking about it, Laif's stretched out
nips were giving his cock something strong to go on.


"What's that?" Dominic was giggling, thinking he's hearing some whimpers
behind the ball gag.


Much like Laif's reaction to having his ass canal filled and massaged,
Dominic reads the nip stretching/cock stroking no different, "Yeah, that's
it, isn't it?"


Moaning, Laif can't help it, even though the metal clips are giving him
more of a ride than wood.


Feeling left out, Dominic keeping hard without touching, "Maybe we need to
crank it up!"


Physically using Laif's hard shaft as a handle, Dominic shimmies his way
up, in between Laif's legs. For a moment he lifts Laif's balls out of the
way in order to feed his fuck-tool in place.


When Dominic lets go of Laif's cock, there was a disapproving
moan. Plugging his ass, that same good-feeling returns, "Yeah, that's
it...that's it...right?"


Still gagged, Laif shows his approval rocking chin to his chest and back.


"Deeper?"


With deeper, came pushing Laif's bod higher on the bed. More flimsy than he
thought, Dominic's tethering of the legs came loose. Soon Laif is able to
grab hold of the iron bar the handcuffs circle around.


"More?" He asks, but doesn't wait for an answer, rather groans of approval,
forcing himself in deeper.


The whole time, in and out with the human buttplug, grabbing up the chain,
Dominic moves past the vengeful attitude, into more of a man-to-man
connection, mentally and physically, "I think this can come off, now that
we've settled our differences?"


Reaching forward to release the ballgag, also forces himself deeper on the
rebound.


"Oh-h-h-h-oh-h-oh-h," Laif sighs, moving his mouth around as if he had been
sucking on a big fat cock for an hour, aligning his teeth.


"Need a little more of this?" Dominic places both hands, fingers on the
little screws.


Not answering, Dominic didn't wait.


"Oh-h-h-shi-i-i-it!" Laif gasps, feeling a hand return to his cock,
stroking, all too good to rightfully complain.


"Yeah...yeah...that's it, huh? That's it?" Dominic wooed Laif into liking
everything; getting fucked, massaging from the inside and out, a little nip
tease now and then.


The only opinion Laif could voice was how awesome it all was. When gone
about it through different channels, torture could be such sweet bliss!


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Fortunately, for the slumberers, the summer sun wasn't ready to disappear
from the sky, a beautiful setting on the horizon.


>From the ocean, one would walk up the beach and a few steps up, would be
on the apron of the pool.


As discovered by Jay, the cement lip kept his chair from rolling towards
the pool edge, a reminder of getting too close. The chair would need a good
push to go up and over the edge.


About 100 feet from the pool, square concrete planters contained tropical
trees and plants only grown in the tropics. An ingenious idea, they were on
rollers and such was the grand hallway between `apartments', they could be
rolled indoors during the winter months, Elroy's mad invention!


At the edge of that corridor, Jay was rolling out from his half of the
house, towards Jared's. More than curious to find out if it were the same
or different layout, he knocked, "Jare?"


No answer, Jay pushed the button, which like his own side, had a huge door
on rollers, much as a side-rolling barn door, opened without effort. It did
make a little noise. He noted right off, the tall ceiling the same, but
above, sequestered along the top were balconies. These had to mean there
were rooms up there.


He felt gipped!


Furthering into the bottom portion, other than decoration, Jared's side
more `adult', opposed to the `surfy' furnishings of his own pad, the space
wasn't all different, except more older period sofas and chairs. He was
relieved his side had more of a `teen' appeal, rather than some old, stuffy
look!


Going along the sofa, eyes straight ahead, looking at the sunset through
the immense windows, he exclaims, "Wait!"


Catching the wheels as a brake, he puts the chair in reverse, hand-rolling
the wheels backwards, "How could I miss these sweet things!"


Sprawled on the sofa had to be at least 5 of Jay's favorite outdoor toys,
plastic water cannons, "Oh cool!"


Picking one up, he studies it, not which it's not too different from the
one he had, "Sweet!"


Then, from the hallway he hears tiny voices, "Jay?"


"Where are you?" Ethan accompanies Philip's voice.


"In here, guys," he calls out, but doesn't move.


Drowsy, walking along in `drunk' paces, suddenly their imaginations are
piqued.


"Oh cool! Can I have one?" Ethan races ahead of his brother.


Hot on his heels, Philip is right there, "Me too?"


Right then and there, a plan was set in motion, to get the water toys
filled to capacity.


"What are we gonna shoot at?" Ethan asks, leaning from the bath tub to hand
Jay his gun.


Laughing, and in a comedic tone, Jay says, "The enemy is in the
backyard. It's our mission to obliterate them!"


"Huh?" Philip asks.


"Oh, I forgot," Jay says, "you're little kids. We're going out back and
squirting down whoever we find!"


Thinking of the big gun in his little hand, Philip says, "I hope daddy is
home!"


Out back, after they had stripped down, gotten it on a little bit with the
huggin' and a-kissin', messed up the pool apron with their man-juices,
Jared and Steve had settled down to using the pool lip to prop their heads
up, watching the sun go down.


Well, when the water hit their backs, the two jumped up as if cold, cold
water came out of the shower head.


"Oh shit!" Jared yells.


Three things caught the kids' attention, Philip saying, "Jared said a
no-no!"


Jay could see something more alarming for the kids, Ethan telling it, "Oh
look, Jared and Steve are nakee!"


"Oh," both men look down, both hands catching up cock and balls.


"You guys are really bad," Jay awarded the two. Then, not really caring,
yells, "Punish them guys!"


Again the squirting water doused the front of each, Steve tearing one hand
away from his big balls, tapping Jared on the forearm, "C'mon. I got a
plan!"


His plan was to hold his nose, the other hand still in place, take the
plunge!


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First time for everything, when Dominic senses he's not in hot water,
forcing Laif into the bed, cuffing wrists, tying ankles and `torturing'
him, he sets about to untie him.


"I have a good mind to punch you out, you know?"


Dominic can just smile, "What? After I gave you the best orgasm you've ever
had?" he licks his hand.


"You could at least clean me up, for old time's sake?"


Standing there with one hand on his hip, the other still massaging his tube
with wet fingers, Dominic walks back to the bed, "I suppose I could."


It's not which Laif didn't go to the gym, he just had a naturally chiseled
bod. He did follow a sensible eating regimen, which often included getting
his protein fix each time he met with Dominic. However, it's not like
Dominic didn't enjoy the same...


"Mm-mm," he lays between Laif legs, this time freely split, "sweet as
mother's coconut custard pie!"


"What happened to you, anyway?" Laif questioned the behavior, while
studying his puffy, stingy nips.


"Best I can guess," he picks up a finger full of Laif's cream, licks it
off, "I got mad. All the time it took to meet up with you, find out you can
be discrete and after we've had such a good time together, I just let my
temper get the best of me."


"Yeah. My fault. Sorry `bout that, but it's not like I plan on leaving you
high and dry?"


"Oh?" it distracts Dominic from his `coconut custard' meal.


"I mean, it's not like I'm not going to help you find another guy?"


"You would do that for me, after..." he looks at each of Laif's red nips,
"I did that to you?"


Smiling, the pain almost gone, except hot to the touch, "The way I look at
it, in our last time together, you found yet another way of turning me
on. Like you said, `best orgasm ever?'"


"I'm glad we're leaving on good terms."


"It's not like I'm not going to see you from time to time, Dom."


Being playful, Dominic tweaks Laif's nips, "You want more of this?"


"Owch! Don't touch me there after I've come!"


Giggling, Dominic says, "Thought maybe you're ready for a rebound?"


"Nah," Laif says casually, "my basketballs aren't primed yet!"


Smiling, Dominic does a `push up', "Well I better get going. Told the wife
I'd be home by dinner."


"You'll never make it with the holiday traffic," Laif replies, sitting on
the edge of the bed, again paying mind to his sore nips.


"Whateva. It's not like we're on the same page when it comes to a
relationship."


"Then why don't you get a divorce?" Laif gets up, flopping his cock and
balls around with a hand.


Evading the question, which has been ongoing since they met, a way of
telling the other, `don't go there', Dominic says, "I guess I should
shower."


"Yeah, you reek."


"You're not so sweet-smelling a daisy either, Laif!"


Their last shower together, Laif leaves early, drying off.


"Your money's the same place as usual," Dominic calls out, over the hot
water raining down.


"Thanks," Laif replies, same thing he's said all those other times.


One thing different from the other times, he doesn't pick up the white
business envelope on the way out.


Something Laif was conscious of, is the tug of his tee shirt on his
chest. No matter which way he walked, the tee got hung up on his pointy
nips, which would cause a small sensation. It made him smile, then think,
seriously, how horrendous it could have been, had Dominic tore out the
screws of those little metal-devils!


%


After Jared and Steve jumped in, of course the kids wanted to,
too. Fortunately there were two adults to pair them off with.


After giving them piggybacks, Jared says, "We'll have to get you guys some
swimmies, until you learn how to do it properly."


Steve, not knowing exactly how easy, nor difficult it would be to get a
person in a wheelchair in and out of the pool, asks Jared, "Jay, he allowed
in the pool?"


For now, Jay sat in his chair, squirting out streams with the water toy,
like he was peeing on the kids!


"He can come in, but it would be a much better idea if we didn't have two
kids to watch."


"Well," Steve gets an idea, "if you can watch the two little kids, maybe I
can get the `big kid' to come in the water?"


Swimming over to the edge of the pool, Steve hollers, "C'mon in Jay?"


"Nah. That's okay. I'm having more fun getting Ethan and Philip mad at me,"
he laughs.


Regardless, Steve had it in mind to get Jay in the water, "Fine, I'll meet
you over at the steps."


"I said," Jay tried talking him out of it.


Insistent, coaxing Jay over to where he was headed, shallow end of the
pool, it was directing traffic, "C'mon, c'mon, I know what you said."


Probably he forgot, Jay suddenly interested, Steve wading out of the deep
until it could be seen, first the hairy line of his pubes, then the meat
itself!


Jared was such a killjoy, "Um, like did you forget you're nude in front of
the kids, Steve?"


"I'm sure they've seen their dad. Do you think he's any different from us
men?" Steve laughs.


"Yeah," Jay gets wise, even though Jared's stare convicted.


"How so?" Steve stands there, water dripping off his balls.


"He's hairy and you're as smooth as a cucumber. Why, I've got more hair
than you do!"


Steve couldn't deny it got his cock a little riled up, Jay's hands trying
to get the folds out of his stomach in order to show the thin treasure
trail.


Sarcastically, funny, Steve replies, "Like, whoopee-do, you're so much
`more' hairy than me, Jay. Are you going for a swim or what?"


With Steve's back to the kids, Jared or anyone could guess what would be
visible when he did an about face, "Clothes, Steve?"


This is one time Jay listened to reason, Steve helping him off with the
boardshorts, in doing so, his thick meat flapping against his chest.


Busy, Steve still adhered to Jared's words, "Okay, Jared. Gotcha. One
second, here."


For the moment, Jay was satisfied with Steve in the raw.


"You can do that all you want, but it's not gonna get me hard, you know?"


"Do what?" Steve asks, literally hugging Jay around the waist, waiting for
what he expects, some snappy remark.


Not disappointed, Jay says, "Slapping your junk against me?"


"From what Jared tells me, you can't get it up?" he lowers Jay into the
pool.


Jared waited for Steve to cover his loins, smirking because it was Jay
being used for a coverup!


"Gossip travels fast around here, looks," Jay replies.


Not dwelling on what didn't work, but rather what did, "I'm going to hold
you flat on the surface," Steve says with promise, "so don't over react and
flap your wings?"


"My wings?"


"Hands, dummy?"


"Oh...right...I knew that."


"I bet you did," Steve gives Jay a tight lipped smile.


"Um, what happens if I accidentally touch `something'?"


"Your hands should be floating on the surface. If you accidentally touch
something, I'll know it was meant to touch something. Get it?"


"Wow. How do you know so much?" Jay quizzes.


"I was a lifeguard once, a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. I
didn't always teach little kids, but teenagers. They think they can get
away with anything!"


"Really?" Jay smiles, even though he was scared of going `deep six'. "Like,
what was your most memorable moment?"


"I had a private session with a college guy, around your age. How old are
anyway?"


Jay answers, "Today I'm 21. After Saturday I'll be 22."


"Okay then, Eric was 20-years old."


"Do I really look that young?" Jay asks, smiling.


"No. You look like an old man! Now, do you want to hear all the steamy
details, or don't you?"


"I'd zip it up, but you said to keep my hands on top of the water."


"Smart man."


Steve told Jay the `gory' details of having to tell the 20-year old frat
boy to keep his hands to himself, eventually allowing him to `sink'. So
repetitive it became, he had to release him before the session was over,
having to tell the father, later on when he called, why his son's lessons
were over for the summer.


"Um, did you like, like?"


"No. I told the truth. Days later he came over to me at the pool and said I
was an idiot, that his father didn't know he was out. Moral of the story,
`keep your hands to yourself or get the shaft'!"


Giggling, which caused Jay's ass to sink a little, Steve catching him,
remarks, hoping for info on the rebound, "Would you have rather gotten the
shaft?"


Volleying back lightly, Steve says, "I think I would rather keep my
`fucking' life to myself, thank you!"


"Sorry I asked," Jay says, laughing, because he was not sorry!


However, when it came time for Steve to wonder about facts regarding Jay's
brother, "Uh-huh, so it's okay to tell about another guy's personal
business, but you won't tell me yours?"


Just then, Jared comes over their shoulders, "Hey, guess what?"


Steve, hovering over Jay, looks down into face and cracks up, Jay doing
likewise, both laughing their asses off!


"What's that about?"


"Nothing," Jay replies.


Ignoring them, Jared says, "The kids are hungry again. I wondered if Jay
would like some of his favorite dessert?"


"You're going for ice cream? Hell yeah!"


"Oh my god!" Jared says.


"You're not going for ice cream?" Jay asks.


"No, I mean yes, I mean, did you see what you did with your foot?"


Trying to look over his chest, Jay says, "No. What'd I do?"


"I could've sworn you punched it down into the water?"


"Really? Did I?" Jay accepts it, tears starting to well up in his eyes,
though tough to see in the pool.


"We should get out and check on it," Steve says, ferrying Jay over to the
steps. "Hold on."


It was like something done a million times, Steve clasping Jay's hands,
which it became natural to grab around the neck.


The kids hanging onto him, Jared quickly `swims' them over to the
underwater steps.


Catching up, Jared apologizes in advance, "I'm sorry if I'm wrong, Jay."


"No, don't be," or wishful thinking on Jay's part, wanting it to be so!
"Let's hope you're right." Not wanting his brother to feel regretful, sad,
"Maybe if I wasn't such a moron, I'd have noticed it myself!"


More hopeful, Jared replies, "We should have you checked out."


Looking at all angles, Steve says, "If it happened once, who knows, it
could happen again."


Jared smiles, not which he was excited for his brother, not that he wasn't,
looking upon Steve as not only a handsome face, and bod, but a genuinely
lovable, sweet, compassionate guy.


Exiting the pool, older guys and kids alike, they notice the contrast, in
the pool and out, Philip saying what they all sensed, "Hey, it's night
time!"


Ethan did too, but with his mind on other things, "I wonder where daddy
is?"


It made Jared suspicious as well, Laif taking off hours ago and what of his
official business?


"Hey, who wants ice cream?" they hear coming from near the high walled,
alley side of the house.


Great Laif was back, but Jared was somewhat disturbed and perplexed of why
he was gone so long from his kids, when he said he'd be back in an hour and
half, tops.


"Welcome back, stranger," Jared greets, toweled around the waist.


Glancing down, Laif, squatting down, was met by the kids, taking each in
the pocket of an elbow.


"Daddy, where were you?" Philip asks.


Ethan show a more interest in what their dad was carrying, "Did you get
vanilla and chocolate both?"


"That I did," he pawns the bag off to Jared.


Having to put a bend into retrieving the bag, it made the towel split apart
a bit, both conscious, though Laif took the effort not to risk comment in
front of the kids, "Better get started on it, before it's melted."


Good thing the pool water had `melted' the erection he had, after the light
lovemaking with Steve, before jumping in. Nothin' like, showing the
heightened emotion a guy's got for another, by how the towel hung!


Rather than wet up the chair, Steve, like Jared, toweled at the waist,
relies on Jay grabbing him around the neck, to keep slippage, something
from unraveling around the waist, "I hope there's enough for Jay and me?"


Young Ethan looks up, "Not Jay and me, it's Jay and I, Steve?"


A little bent at the waist, causes the slab of Jay's bod to even out, Steve
saying to the 7-year old, "Oh, well pardon me for my bad grammar!" he
chuckles.


Jay was getting a ride, wishing his cock worked for a brief moment, the way
his brother said his foot plunged into the water. How nice it would feel
again, to have his shaft plunge into a man's ass!


Brought up with manners himself, hoping to instill the same with his boys,
Laif says in Ethan's ear, "It's not nice to correct adults."


Overhearing Laif, Jared says, "Someone's gotta do it," he taps Steve up
aside the tummy wall!


Feeling the heat on the ice cream bag, Jared says, "Who's ready for ice
cream soup?"


Of course the kids were highly interested in Jared's interpretation,
wanting soup now and not necessarily the frozen dessert, following him
inside.


Thanks for Steve and the moving men, not only was the heavy duty stuff,
furniture, rugs and other furnishings brought in, but boxes containing the
little stuff were lined up against the wall.


"Geesh, Jare," Jay remarks, ferried along the corridor on Steve's back,
"what didn't you order online?"


Boxes, labeled with `Pottery Barnyard' on the sides, had marking pen
etches; `dinnerware+flatware', `table top', `pots `n'pans', etc.


"This should do it," Jared pulls out a box under a box. When he hears
something from the top box break, "Oops!"


Jay says in Steve's ear, "Didn't I tell you he was a moron?"


"Yeah, well," Steve replies, "I guess this proves it!"


Laif and boys had followed the boys, who by now knew the layout of the
house, ducking into Jay's side of the monstrous home.


"Wow, this is some place," Laif says, looking above, at the two-story high
corridor.


Philip yells out, "That's nuttin' dad!"


"Yeah, wait till you see Uncle Jay's house!" Philip meant the apartment,
which in itself could be equated to a full sized townhouse.


Carrying the box, bag of ice cream on top, Jared had two worries; the
melting look of the wet bag and hope the box would keep the towel tightly
strung around his torso!


Steve fared not as lucky, removing his hand from the towel for one second,
fearful Jay was going slip off, "Oopsie!"


He couldn't feel it, Jay sensing the towel slipping from Steve's butt,
"Alls well that ends well!"


Steve returns, "It won't if I trip over the towel and you go flying over my
head!"


Steve was glad the others had gone on ahead. Still in the hallway, he
carefully kneels, setting Jay down on his butt.


"Y'know, we're all men here?" Jay shrugs aside Steve there, in the buff.


`Rehanging' the towel, covering his pubes like the last curtain at a
Broadway show, Steve lectures, "Like I didn't know," catching on, "moron,
but I think we all need to be conscious of the fact, there's two little
tykes running about and I'm sure Laif is trying to teach them some manners
about stuff like...you know?"


"Bare wieners?" Jay knew.


"Precisely."


Both on the same page, Jay says, "Okay, but you think I can get on your
hump and get in there before they gulp down all the vanilla?"


Steve put a rush on it, claiming the chocolate!


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Copyright 2015 T. Chase McPhee


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