Date: Wed, 14 Dec 2011 06:32:24 -0800 (PST)
From: Tchase Mcphee <survivalgame@rocketmail.com>
Subject: LiFe SuCKs!    06

The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any
resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely
coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons,
of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns, villages,
neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or non-governmental
areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male
relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if guy-to-guy
sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up your mind, you should not
read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most
states and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check
with your local laws regarding such.

% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use
protection.

%

LiFe SuCKs!    06
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

Getting themselves together, no one was there at the Smith household to
contradict Kyven's plans of taking off with the butler for a weekend hike
and camping trip.

Except Eric, "I'll meet you at the usual spot, Seb?"

"Right and," Eric teases Kyven, "if I you should happen to see a naked
dude, trussed out among four stakes in the ground, should I just walk over
him?"

"Do me a favor?" Kyven sarcastically adds, "Don't do what you did last time
and grind your heel into my abs?"

Saying `not to', was Kyven's way of `wanting'!

Not disappointing, Eric replies, "No problem. I'll aim for your balls!" He
laughs.

"Can we get hard over this stuff later? I'm like ready to go?" Sebastian
says, backpack clinging to his shoulders.

"What about this?" Kyven says of the bulkier, heavier gear.

Walking out the door, Sebastian says, "Hint, we're not leaving it for Eric
and I've got enough to carry?"

"This sucks! What do I look like... your slaveboy?" Kyven says, hoisting
the bulky parcel up on his back.

"Hmm, now there's an idea!"

%

Back at Hans' ranch, the dungeon crew was setting up shop in the barn, a
one time, low-key, full service dairy operation.

Now all that remained of the cow collective was a bunch of hay, some
farming implements and milking machines.

"Good thing you kept these in working order, Hans," Talon says of the
milking machine which looks brand-spanking new, taking the tarp off. Being
he toyed with the mechanics of motorcycles, Talon took an interest in how
the cream from the sucking end of the machine traveled from the tube to the
collection bottle on the top. Part of his interest lay in plugging it in,
turning it on and making sure it made a certain hum, as opposed to grinding
sound.

"I'll say," Tony replies.

Even though Tony play the part of a ruff god when they convened for some
dungeon play, he could quickly turn over a different leaf when faced with
one on one, obliging either Talon, Bob or Hans.

Too, it seemed Talon's specialty lay in the operation of the milking
machine and disposal of the byproduct, "By the looks of that football jock,
I bet he can go nonstop for hours!"

Tony asks, "Um, any idea what you're going to do with all that `milk',
Talon?"

Joking, Talon replies, "Yeah, I'm gonna tie you to a post, set the bottle
in front of you and make you beg for it, Tony!" Talon laughs, swinging his
head as gets up from a squat position, getting his long locks out of his
face.

"Yeah, right," Tony says, knowing the creamy goo is going right down their
captive's throat.

Well, perhaps Jerome will not think of himself as lucky!

Bob, laying out his barber equipment, knowing whose throat the cream is
going to be guzzled down, "How you gonna make him drink us down, Talon?"

"Um, maybe I'll skip the milker and use the direct approach," Talon laughs,
groping himself.

One of the fun things about Talon, his whole appearance would remind anyone
of a murderer, the twenty-eight year old's long locks of dark brown hair,
beard, hairy pecs, stripe dividing the six pack in half, fanning out over
Talon's bellyhole and who could miss, even when soft, 11c inches hanging
down over the big globes. Adding to all of this, Talon's kitten image could
very quickly be turned off, turned on for the look of a mean devil!

"Oh, almost forgot!" Hans exclaims. "Tony, be a sweetheart and run down to
Bill's Service Center and pick up the U-Lug-it?"

Off the record, at one time Tony and Hans had something going, but in time,
things change, but they still remain affectionately attached, Tony
responding, "Sure doll-face!"

"Doll-Face!" Talon mimics, wrinkling his nose up as if somebody farted!

"Almost forgot something else," Hans says, after Tony's departure, "anybody
have any objections to Mike's friend hang around?"

Bob asks, "Can I shave his chest again?"

"Forget his chest," Talon replies, "I'll take his ass anytime!"

"I guess this is a `yes'?" Hans asks.

Last time Trevor `hung out' with the dungeon gang, he had a great time and
both parties were agreeable in a return performance. Upon leaving last
time, Trevor remarked, the dungeon party would be a great diversion for
spring break, but so far Trevor hasn't gained enough support from his
college buddies. Though, two dudes show interest in giving up
`fun-in-the-sun' for `shackled-in-a-dark-dungeon'.

On this very idea, Bob comments, "Yeah, what happened to Trevor and his
college friends?" He rapidly opens and closes his razor sharp scissors
twenty times with precision.

Talon, having `felt' something for Trevor, more than the insides of his
ass, defends, "It takes time to set up something like that, so lay off
Bob?" Though, in the back of his mind, Talon wouldn't mind having more than
one head-shaved frat to play with!

%

"So, was I good, medium, fair, excellent, just okay or what?" Mike asks,
lying down on Travis' front, interrogating him over his performance as a
cocksucker.

"Mediocre," Travis replies.

Mike makes excuse for himself, "Yeah, well, it was coming out so fast and
furious, it took a lot to try to keep up!"

Trevor, exhausted from his drive, lays there, but manages to muster up in a
monotone voice, "Only way to get better at something is to practice,
practice, practice, Mike?"

"I forgot," Mike replies, adding, "Chapter 5."

"Huh?" Travis questions.

"Chapter 5 of my book, `Only Way To Get Better At Something Is To Practice,
Practice, Practice," Mike says, throwing hint, "and I need a lot of
practice!"

"Me too," Trevor interjects. "I think I should get with Talon more often."

Along the lines of love and matrimony, Travis asks, "For real Trev? I
didn't think he was your type?"

Trevor says, "Sure. My ass loves take charge guys!"

Ringing of the house phone causes Mike to curse as he crawls backwards off
the foot of the bed. However, he's happy to turn the phone over to one of
the other house dwellers, "Trevor, it's for you."

"Me? Who is it? Nobody knows I'm supposed to be here," he slides out of the
side of the bed.

"Hint - dungeon?" Mike says sarcastically.

First words into the remote phone, Trevor asks, "What's up Hans?" It wasn't
as suspected, Hans, the ring-leader of a group dungeon-play, but rather..."

"How you doin' man? Long time, no see!" They miss the rest of the
conversation, Trevor, suddenly mustering up the energy to taking his phone
call somewhere else.

With Trevor's freed up space, Mike lays next to Travis.

"My bro and Hans, they really tight?"

"Wasn't Hans on the phone."

"No?" Travis adds a look of `who?'.

"Talon," Mike means in a different way than relationship, "and I think they
kind of `like' each other."

"Talon?"

Staring at the ceiling, Mike recalls his friend, from head to toe, without
clothing, relating, "I think he thinks he's a vampire. Whatever, he's
almost thirty, about six feet tall, hits the gym regularly, all muscle in
appearance, nice six pack, stripe right down to his treasure, and `oh my,'
what a treasure! Oh! did I mention the close-cropped beard?"

Forgetting the beard, Travis asks, "Um, has Trev like really `experienced'
the treasure getting buried?"

"Oh I don't know. Trevor likes to boast about it, but has he really? I
wasn't around when he and Talon were getting it on. By the way, what about
yourself?"

"Me? What about me?" the eighteen year old questions.

"Not important. Only wondering if you went all the way with a guy?" Mike
says casually.

"I took psych the last two semesters in school, you know?"

"And?" Mike plays dumb.

With indignation, Travis replies, "If you want me to fuck you Mike, why
don't you just come out and ask me if I want to fuck you?"

"You want to fuck me?" Mike shoots for.

"Maybe later. I just spent my load down your throat, or almost all of it
went there. Can we pace ourselves?"

At least Mike was happy there was a chance he might be having a teen cock
up his ass, later.

%

All the way to the football field, Jerome complained of the nerve of the
guys wanting to do something with their families, rather than spend their
usual Saturday afternoon working on football strategies.

"Well, at least there's you and me," Jerome tells Duke Davis.

Even though Duke wasn't a participant in the football program, he was built
like one, his specialty being wrestling and boxing. At times he would come
out for football practice, for personal reasons. It was the only means,
incognito, he could get close to Bart Holden, pinning his hot bod to the
turf!

"Anytime I can help you out, Jerome. You know I'm here for you!"

Of course, any dude would do where Duke was concerned, just to be able to
lay on him, or get tackled by another football frat, it was all good!
Wrestling? Now that was a different ballgame all together!

Behind the bleachers, the parking lot, caged in a chained link fence held
Jerome's car and Duke's motocycle, along with an unfamiliar vehicle, a
U-Lug-it truck . Gazing through the metal frame of seats, Hans and Talon
could see perfectly clear. Yet, if someone on the field wanted to share the
same experience, spying on someone behind the bleachers, it didn't have the
same effect, rather seeing only the framework seating arrangement.

"Should be easy enough," Hans says, peering through binoculars. "He's only
got one other football player with him?"

Taking the binoculars, Talon almost strangles Hans, "Lemme see!"

Fortunately, Hans inches it over his head before his windpipe is cut off!

"Hey, I know that kid!"

"You know Jerome?" Hans asks.

"No, not Jerome. The other one. Wrestler. I wrestled him in my basement
last week!" Talon replies.

With sarcasm, Hans asks, "Only wrestled, Talon?"

Putting the binocs down, Talon smiles, like when someone is embarrassed and
relates, "Uh, okay, so we did more than wrestle."

Grabbing the binocs out of Talon's hand, Hans says, "I thought they were
all a bunch of homophobic trash?"

"Not all." Because it was itching Talon to share an inner secret, "He's got
a nice size fuck-stick too!"

A grin on the thirty-seven year old's face told all, though Hans wanted it
spelled out, "You fuckin' around with him?"

It could have meant Talon shoving his 11c into Duke's den-hole, but Hans
had his suspicions, Talon telling, "Like they say... there's a first time
for everything!"

"So, how did you like getting your tail busted wide open?"

"Eh, wasnt' so bad. He's only a 7."

"7 on a virgin ass, Talon?"

"Okay, so it hurt like fuckin' hell! Ya happy?"

Peering through the binocs, Hans asks, "You two going to get it on again?"

As he said it, the football careened out of control in a freak kick off of
Jerome's toe, headed straight for the bleachers.

"Hey! This could be it!" Hans says.

It didn't take Talon much to think about, hearing the football making a
thud on the metal seats. Strange utterance, there was no
bouncity-bounce-bounce, the football lodged in between two seats.

However, there were repercussions, a set of feet prancing up the seats in
stepwise fashion.

Next thing the two know, they hear a voice, "Hey, what are you two doing
down there?"

Talon whispers to Hans, "This `sure' could be it!" Rather than a rational
excuse for Jerome, Talon replies in a played up acting out to the football
jock, "Just a couple of gay guys getting it on. You won't tell anyone about
us having sex under here, will you?"

"Original, Talon," Hans whispers back with attitude. Tapping the stud in
the stomach with the back of his hand, "Now all we have to do is wait till
he and his muscle-buddy come back here and punches our lights out!"

Sure enough, Talon follows the hustling bod, along the front of the
bleachers.

Jerome didn't hear it, but Talon bet the retriever of the football did,
"Hey Duke!"

"Who's there?" Duke fell with his chest on the seat, gazing down between
the slats.

Talon giggles, "You're fuck-buddy. C'mon down here!"

Surprise was Duke's first reaction. Having stood, he again slaps his pecs
down on the metal slat, his pubes tingling secondly, third though, his
surprise to stand up and not see Jerome's hide anywhere on the field, east,
nor west. Next thing, Duke hears Jerome's billowing voice.

"Y'know it's against the law to do faggot stuff in public?"

Their original plan down the jacuzzi, Hans and Talon go with plan B,
ad-libbed, Talon goes for the black hood, Hans finding the coil of
rope. Kind of dark, even though a sunny day, it was Jerome at a
disadvantage, his eyes not used to the change of light, playing to the two
kidnappers' advantage. In no time, the hood over Jerome's head and Talon's
knee up against his back, after flinging him on the ground, it became easy
to cinch the noose around one wrist, tighten and wind the cord around both
arms.

"Yee-hah!" Talon mimics a rodeo star, hogtying with a finishing touch.

Hans was sort of in fear, Duke appearing and unbelieving at how cool Talon
was, looking up and saying, "Hey, how's it going Duke?" cautious, because
Hans has never officially been introduced, only through Talon's basement
fuck story.

Likewise, Hans was troubled over how Duke wasn't helping his buddy.

After Duke clinked knuckles with Talon, "Not bad. So, what's up with Jerome
here?"

In a humorous tone, Talon says, "Have you noticed how tense Jerome gets
lately, at the mention of `gay'?"

"Oh, the homo attitude. Yeah. I've wanted to do something about it myself,
but...." Looking down upon his football bud, Duke asks, "Can he like, hear
what I'm saying?"

"Not a word!" Talon grins.

Still, with the grin on his face, Hans is playing it cool, staying out of
their space.

Inquisitive, Duke asks, "That hoodie thing, like seals off what we're
saying? Ya sure?"

Of course Hans was getting his kicks out of watching Jerome squirm in his
bindings, Talon replying to his fuck-buddy, "Not a word!"

Hogtied, Duke notices Jerome's jock shorts twisting an turning, a hint of
ass showing. It comes to mind, "Sure would like to get more than my dibs
in?"

Addressing Hans, Talon asks, "What do you think, Hans?"

If thinking of Duke as anything but cool, not to mention a nice substitute
for a bear-friend, wrestler's build, plus the attitude for good measure,
assaying the front of Duke's bod, Hans says, "Could be fun." Then
interrogating Duke, "What about it Duke? Like to have some kinky fun mixed
with a little sex?"

In silence, Duke thinks about it. In the manner Hans was checking `him'
out, Duke's eyes do a quick bod scan, then reckons, "I think I can work
myself up into more than a little sex!"

It makes Hans smile, infectious because it causes Duke to return the
affectionate glance.

Hans and Duke rode in the cab of the U-Lug-it, Talon saying he wouldn't
mind taking on the `chore' of riding in back with Jerome, on condition Duke
behaved himself. However, the way Talon said it, Hans knows their captive
would be well taken care of.

%

Parking at the trailhead, Kyven remarks, as Sebastian unloads the back of
his SUV, "Doesn't seem like the same proportion of gear as the other
times?" he holds two packs like weighing one against the other.

"Just your imagination," his thirty-nine year old hiking companion replies.

Squinting, it's like Kyven is thinking, `something is up' with Sebastian,
but not allowing his thoughts to transpire, "I see." He also holds his
thoughts to himself, noticing Sebastian's gear, different than the usual,
other than to ask, "New backpack?"

"Yeah," Sebastian plays along, beeping his key fob to lock the truck up,
"the old one was getting worn out. Ready?"

Every time Kyven followed Sebastian up into the woods, along the
well-marked trail, with colored spots painted on certain trees, a well-worn
path, he looked upon their time together as a new adventure.

Recalling his first time, it was an adventure alright, the two in discovery
of each being gay.

Second adventure, Kyven found he and Sebastian could get into some kinky
stuff, hence being tied to the ground, wooden stakes at the four corners of
his limbs, Sebastian getting visibly hard over rubbing twigs or pinecones
over his nips, cock and balls, or warming stones in the hot sun to place on
his bod in key places, like his pecs, stomach or pubes, flopping his cock
back over it, facing towards his bellyhole, until it got hard and had to
point up to the sky.

Adventure number three or four, he couldn't recall, was more a mutual
reaction for each other, pissing on each other, Kyven accidentally getting
it in his mouth, whereas Sebastian turned `alpha', experimenting
further. Because they were both stripped down to skin and hair and
Sebastian making him wallow on the ground while he pissed all over him, the
two had no recourse but to run through the woods naked, down to the lake to
wash off. This all led to warming their naked bods in the sun on the grass
by the lake, Sebastian grinding Kyven's chest into the ground.

Sure enough, there was surprise waiting, and much anticipation lie ahead,
when Sebastian stops in a clearing, same one in which he made Kyven strip
down, tying him eagle-spread to the ground and saying, as he shucked his
backpacks, "Stripping time!"

Kyven stood there for all of two seconds, watching Sebastian go at his
flannel shirt, unbuttoning it and rather hastily, pulling it back over his
shoulders, revealing the nice carpeting. He was only in the stages of
loosening the hiker's pack from his own shoulders, Sebastian going at the
buckle of his pants.

Sebastian, seeing Kyven in a lethargic response, "Well? Ready to get
horny?" he badgers, leaving his belt open while he bends to unlace his
boots.

He was a little horny, but more so looking upon Sebastian's bod, which he
never tired of seeing the beauty of skin and hair. When Sebastian bent
over, looking upon the smooth back, it hit Kyven like a whack in the head,
dropping the packs he held on the ground and going at the zipper of his
hoodie. Folding it nicely and stuffing it under one of the straps on the
hiking pack, he pulled his tee shirt off overhead.

By this time Sebastian had emptied his feet out of his boots, sitting on a
log and pulled at each sock, stuffing them in corresponding boots.

As Kyven unbuckled his belt, he was in full view of Sebastian standing, as
he did, pushed his pants down, him remarking with a spike of humor, "At
least one of us is hard!"

Stepping out of his pants, Sebastian replies, "And you're not?!" a hint for
Kyven to hurry up, so Sebastian could assess size, unhidden!

Kyven proceeds, but in a reaction contrary to Sebastian's intent, in slow
motion and like it was the first time seeing Sebastian lower his gray
briefs, he barely moves to depants himself.

Knowing Kyven's routine has slowed, Sebastian makes the most of it, teasing
with thumbs gently unveiling his tenting junk.

Biting a lip tends to make Kyven hurry, just in case it's asked of him to
relieve Sebastian's `tension'. From biting his lip, Kyven's tongue runs
along the corridor of his mouth, wetting upper and lower portions.

From out of nowhere comes, "What the `fuck' is this?"

It could be heard as the moment of surprising intrusion, the sound of
Sebastian's elastic along his briefs, slapping against his torso with a
snap, a delayed reaction for himself, his briefs snagging his cock head
above the rim of the elastic snapper.

As for Kyven, the intervention into their little stripping scene of the two
park rangers, he was in the middle of taking his jeans off, one leg left to
step out of, so pulling them up in natural reaction, one leg scooped, the
other bare to his briefs. First to react, Kyven says, "I can explain,
officer!"

Horrified, was the farthest from Kyven's mind, as Sebastian reacts to the
intrusion, stepping up to the ranger who accompanied the `ginger-headed'
companion officer, drawing his elbow back and plowing it right into the
dark-haired uniform's stomach, shouting, "Well maybe I'm not as forgiving!"

"Um-m-m-mpf!" The ranger belted out from in between his lips, holding his
stomach as he collapses to his knees.

"Sebastian!" Kyven stood there in disbelief. Also, he was taken aback, the
downed ranger's partner, not going to hold off Sebastian, but rather
walking away from the two, standing near himself!

"Aren't you going to stop him from beating up your buddy?"

It never occurs to Kyven this could be staged, the other officer standing
by him, in a casual manner leaning an arm on his bare shoulder, saying,
"Nah. Armando can take care of himself."

He probably should have been questioning the lax position of the park
ranger, being all chummy, but Kyven was more into Sebastian's brutality,
yelling out, "Oh my god, Sebastian!"

Holding both palms to the sides of his face, in shocked surprise, little
did Kyven realize he allows his pants to drop to his one ankle, leaving the
other leg bare.

From a kneeling position, because of the surprise punch to his gut, the
Italian ranger had clutched his gut, falling forwards, head to the
ground. In a surprise move, Sebastian grabs his head of hair, literally
pulling him to his feet.

Right now, his buddy-ranger could care less, leaning forward a bit, just
enough to catch an eyeful of what Kyven was packing! Casually glancing back
to Sebastian, he returns to Kyven's package. However, like suddenly
recalling what he pictured five seconds ago, his head switches back to the
two.

Frozen in place, Kyven witnesses the ranger's partner saying, "Oh watch
this. This is priceless!"

It's only then Kyven wises up, "Wait. You know each other, right?"

"Hold on a second," the dude Kyven gives his attention to cautions him,
"you gotta see this!"

Feeling more confident this is not a quaint coincidence of the law
happening upon a scene of lewd hikers, Kyven turns his attention back to
Sebastian, just as he places hands on the ranger's shoulders and pulling
down, lifts his knee into the ranger's crotch.

"Oh shi-i-i-i-it!" Kyven reacts, squinting as if it were his balls getting
socked by a hard knee.

He's more bonked out of his gourd when the ranger next to him replies, "Oh
man that was fuckin' beautiful!"

"Yeah, wasn't it Chad?" Sebastian says, walking towards them, leaving
`Armando' in pain, throwing his arms around the ranger next to Kyven,
embracing, "How you doing?"

Kyven is totally focused on the two, briefly making out.

Turning towards him, Sebastian says, "I guess you've already met my friend,
Kyven?"

"Not yet," the red-haired ranger replies and as if they had been friends
for a lifetime, maybe even more, more than hugs Kyven.

As for Kyven, he stands there and trusting of Sebastian, allows the ranger
to engulf him with his arms, even returns the affection, thinking it the
right thing to do.

Fully embracing, Sebastian leaves the scene of the two, turning immediately
to French kissing, going back to his crumbled up victim, "Had enough
Armando?"

Taking Sebastian's hand and helping to heave himself up and out of the
dirt, Armando replies, "Never enough." Then in a joking manner, "What made
you hold back?"

"Oh, I suppose I'm getting lenient in my old age," Sebastian replies.

Armando shoots back with, "Don't forget, we're the same age. You're making
me older by the minute, Seb!"

They laughed about it and taking on the formation of Kyven and Chad,
embracing, temporary amnesia coming over both regarding the tummy-tuck and
ball-bashing.

Finishing first, Chad, standing there and watching Kyven assemble himself,
asks, "I hope we didn't interrupt something important. I didn't see any
stakes lying about?"

`Stakes?' Kyven questions his own mind as he buckles his belt. Making the
connection, "Sebastian didn't tell you about?"

"Um, I..."

Before Chad can get out an explanation, Kyven is treading about, like a
hound dog sniffing out prey, "Where is he?"

It didn't take long to find him, `next door', a smaller clearing housing a
big boulder. Stripped down further than his tightey -whiteys, there Armando
lay over a big stone, Sebastian grinding his way into the backdoor. "Hey
you!" he rushes across the small clearing.

Demonstratively, Sebastian says soft-toned, mixed with total pleasuring,
"Not now."

At this moment, Kyven could care less about Sebastian, at the height of his
sexual attack on Armando's derriere, in heightened tones, yells, "I'm
talkin' to you Sebastian!"

"Not now, dammit!" Sebastian grits his teeth, the apex of all that fucking
reaching climax.

"I don't give a fuck what you're doing, I want to know..."

A witness to the whole scenario unfolding, Chad stood there, first gasping,
then laughing his ass off as Kyven, adrenaline running at full speed, gives
Sebastian a tug on his shoulder, pulling him backwards.

"Oh shi-i-i-i-i-it!" Sebastian whines out loud, being ejected from
Armando's ass, his cock pulled out, right at the climatic moment, shots of
cum leaping from the tip of Sebastian's cock, shooting at random over back,
ass and beyond.

Facing each, each had their own order of business to chew each other out,
Kyven leading out, "Why in the hell did you tell Chad about us, when you
said you weren't going to tell anyone? Huh? Some secret!"

On his subject of complaint, Sebastian, his hand still trying to salvage
the pump job on his cock, complains, "Do you realize what you just did?"

Standing right next to Kyven, Chad says, "Yeah and it was damn hot!"

A brief glance to Chad, Sebastian says nastily, "Shut up Chad," then right
back at Kyven, "Do you realize you just messed up the most awesome fuck?"

Focusing up, Kyven says, "Oh really Sebastian? What does that make my ass,
slightly awesome?"

Chad remarks, "You didn't tell us about fucking Kyven, Seb?"

Taking his turn on Chad, Kyven says, "Shut up Chad," right on with his
ridicule, "At least there's one thing you didn't tell them about our
private lives together, Sebastian?"

Now it was Armando's turn playing spectator, lying across the rock, hand to
the side of his head, elbow pitted to the boulder and because he hadn't
come, gently stroking to the music of their conversation.

Realizing he can't reclaim what was lost, his entire load not spent,
Sebastian lifts an arm up, throwing it to the side, flinging the remnants
of goo from covering some of his hand. With reality of Kyven interrupting
him for a just reason, he comes back to earth, "I'm sorry. Life sucks,
but... you know how guys like to talk?"

"It's our fault," Chad says, trying to get Sebastian off the hook, "we got
it out of him."

Sarcastically, but in a more mediocre tone, Sebastian says, "Chad, why
don't you go over there and do something to make Armando come?"

In doing so, Chad mumbles in a low tone, "I guess it's better than being
told to shut up!" Walking right over to Armando he dictates, "Lay on your
back!"

Smiling, Armando complies, without leaving the grip on himself.

Meanwhile, Sebastian and Kyven have left to reconcile their differences.

Upon seeing the perfect scenario which could become reality, for a minute
there Chad thought of tweaking up his working partner's nips.

Then his horny side began to unfold, announcing to Armando, "No sense
letting a good hot mouth go to waste!"

He was already hard from seeing Sebastian shoving his hips forward, pulling
out inches and forcing himself back in, coupled with Kyven's anger
unplugging the electricity and like a cork plucked out of a bottle,
unleashing the built up effervescence, it all responsible for making Chad
do more than a little nip-tweaking.

"Open up, bitch!" he snidely says to Armando, plopping his ass down to the
beefy Italian chest.

Used to the treatment, whether it was up in the tower, in their little
cabin retreat or anywhere in the forest, Armando complies, opening wide as
if the dentist had asked. Very soon he feels a blunt object cramming his
throat!

On the other side of the clump of trees, even though peace is being
restored, the reconciled friends making up, Kyven has some doubts, "I'm not
sure I want to continue with this hiking trip. I think can find my own way
back."

"We came in my SUV," Sebastian reminds him. "It's a good hour and half walk
back to your place?"

"Oh right."

"Besides," Sebastian pulls his trump card, "what am I going to do this
weekend, juggling two?"

"Two? Two what?"

"Chad and Armando. They have the weekend off and said they would not mind
having two guests drop by?"

Suddenly they are interrupted by Chad's zipper, him saying, "Nice
blowjob. Nothing really spectacular, but it'll help me to get by."

Sebastian asks, "Where's Armando?"

"On his way back to the cabin." Chad adds description, "I decided to pull
out at the last minute and wet down his chest fur. Love doing that," he
laughs, "really makes Armando reek after he puts his shirt on!"

With sarcasm, Kyven says, "Mr. Niceguy!"

"I am," Chad replies, "really I am," fingering his uniform, trying to turn
the sleeves back out so he can thread his arms back in.

"I bet," Kyven replies, a jerky looking smile to his lips.

"So, Kyven," Chad asks, like nothings happened, "you up for visiting with
us this weekend?"

"I dunno. One fink is really enough for one hiking trip!"

"Oh-h-h-h," Chad whines, "you hurt me, like right here," he punches his
shirt pocket with his own fist. Then, immediately follows up, "Oh
no-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!"

Wondering what calamity has befallen Chad, they watch as he unbuttons the
pocket closest to his heart, pulls it open, calling into it, "You alright
Chester?"

"Chester?" Sebastian questions.

Kyven, slowly walking towards Chad, asks, "Who's Chester?"

"A little baby cricket I found back on the trail. I was going to take him
home and keep him for a pet.... you okay Chester?"

Being forward, Kyven puts his index finger on Chad's pocket opening,
pulling on it, looking into it, "I think he's a goner!"

"Bummer!" Chad replies.

Lightheartedly, Sebastian says, "Life sucks!"

"Will you cut that `life sucks' stuff out Sebastian? How would you like it
if somebody clobbered your best friend?"

"Best friend?" he argues. "It's a damn insect!"

Kyven then hammers into Sebastian, "Don't mind him. He's already proven
he's insensitive to a person's feelings!"

"Well!" Sebastian says in an insulted tone, placing hands on his knees,
rising up off the log, "On that note, I think I'll go see if Armando needs
help with his shower!"

Right after Sebastian has departed, Kyven says, "I think something moved!"

With elation, Chad says, "Cool! He's alive!"

"Awesome!" Kyven replies, not only on the announcement of Chester's
welfare, but enjoyment of watching Chad's brilliant smile.

Swaying from Chester, the twenty-seven year old says, "Yeah. Awesome!" his
attention now stuck on Kyven. With Chester safe, Chad relays as hands run
up and down Kyven's hairy forearms, "I like how you handled Sebastian."

"Well yeah, thanks, but most of the time I'm okay with him, being who I
am."

Moving forward and knowing he's about to make bodily contact, Chad moves
the left side of his unbuttoned shirt up and over his left shoulder so his
pocket doesn't get squishy. In a soft, romantic tone, he tells Kyven,
"Y'know, I like the stuff you and Sebastian have done. Anytime you feel the
urge?"

By now, Chad's auburn pecs were real close to Kyven's shirt.

Kyven's question was, "You like doing stuff like that to guys?"

"Or taking it," and moving in closer, his whole bod plummeted against
Kyven's shirt, "especially from a `take charge' guy `younger' than me. You
like older guys?"

Not discounting the fact he could have fun, "Like how old are you?"

"Twenty-seven too old for you?"

How was the teen supposed to handle this? Arms embracing, the hairy
neckline in view over the collarbone, then looking up into those green
eyes, how could Kyven possibly refute any facts presented. Not with the way
his crotch was twitching, that's for sure!

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Copyright 2011 T. Chase McPhee

`LiFe SuCKs!' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without
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