Date: Sat, 30 May 2009 20:04:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: PaTRick?S LuCKy CHarM 05

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,
in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, 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. Check with your local laws regarding such.

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

PaTRick'S LuCKy CHarM 05
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Are you kidding, Pattie? You've got it made, buddy!" Salvatore said,
patting Patrick on the back.

Unlike he was with their boss, Patrick came across a little nicer, "I'd
prefer you call me Patrick?"

"Cool by me. Actually I `do' prefer Salv, myself."

In an instant, Patrick knew he was being checked out, but quickly dived
into the job, asking, "So how does all this work?"

"Like I said. It's a cinch. Some type of `entertainment' comes in and all
you're required to do is make sure they have a place to set up and if
necessary assist."

Patrick mused, "I hope nobody requires me to play a guitar or sing!"

Salv wanted to do more than laugh at Patrick's joke, wanted to make a
connection in another way, other than a simple show of emotional humor, but
as he already decided after first seeing Patrick, he thought, `It's gonna
be a long hot summer!'

"Oh and how does this go?" Patrick deals with the prospectus, pointing to a
lengthy sentence. "It's say here `ongoing'."

Salv says, "Oh yeah. This is the dude from Hawaii with his flock of birds
and since you're the genius, any guesses to how you pronounce his name?"

"Genius, I don't know about." Studying the name, Patrick first enlightens
Salv, "I know it's important to get the `article' correct or else you could
wind up misconceiving the person's name and calling them something dirty."

"'Article'? Like what`s that?"

All along Patrick had been thinking Salvatore one hot dude, but along the
way he had his doubts about how much schooling he had. But it didn't matter
on account of him being good-looking and a fun guy in general.

"Article means what comes before the word or in this case, name. Most
important is how you say the `Ke' or `Ka'. I don't know too much about the
Hawaiian language, other than construction and.... Hey, did you know that
before 1860 Hawaiians only had one name?"

"Oh really?" Salvatore could care less, only looking for a reason to
whittle away time so he could thoroughly check Patrick out.

"Right, and after that time there was a law they had to have last
names. So, most chose their father`s last name."

"How interesting!" Even though Salv was more interested in seeing down
Patrick`s shirt!

"So, getting back to the bird-man's name, I'm not sure, but I'd venture to
guess, Key-la Ala-ka-eye or maybe `eee`?" Patrick gave his best stab at
Ke'ala Alaka'i.  "I'm probably wrong. Best way I suppose is ask the man
himself when he gets here."

"Which should be tomorrow afternoon and oh! That reminds me."

"What?" Patrick asks, swinging his head to the side to address Salv's
question.

Inside, he sighed, almost getting snagged, but he followed through like
nothing was up, "How about taking a ride to the airport with me?"

"Sure, as long as David doesn't mind?"

Salv smiled, thinking David was already checking Patrick out. Well, being
he would be spending more time with Patrick, he would get `there' first, he
predicted! "David mind? Hell, you're going with me, okay?"

"If you say so," Patrick replied.

And where an opinion was concerned, regarding David Alvarez vs. Salvatore
D'Amato, it always leaned towards Salv getting his way. And with an ace in
his pocket, he says, "We can go over the rest of this later. How about
dinner?"

"Nah. Thanks though. I'm trying to save all the loose change I can before
college."

"No problem," Salv shoved it off the cuff, "It's on the house!"

But then Patrick found another reason, "Don't you think we should have
lunch first?"

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"Okay gentlemen, grab your wheelbarrows and shovels and on the count of
three I want you all to start `digging in'!" the foreman presented to the
landscapers, Jason among them, afterwards a howling bit of laughter as a
follow up to his order. "One, two, three!"

The stench kept Jason from attacking, allowing the other four guys to win
the race ahead of him. To him, Max Pitt's bonus, all-you-can-drink at the
bar wasn't enough incentive to get himself all dirtied over. Yet, it was
like the last job left in town and he needed the money, so became the fifth
wheelbarrow and shovel to appear at the outskirts of the mountain of cow
crap.

"Dig in boy! Don't be shy!"

After the round of laughter settled, Jason stabbed the pile with his
shovel. `Oh yuck!' was the first thought to come to mind. Then, he watched
as Max went after the other four, cursing at them, telling them not to
`dump', but to `shovel' it. Same time, Jason spotted the canteen Max was
slowly sipping off of. Suddenly his job became uplifting, after he
unscrewed the cap and funneled some manure with his hand, replacing the
canteen cap.

"You dang-blasted kids! I don't know why they send me 'boys' to handle a
man's job!" Max complained, taking his canteen in hand, twisting the cap
off and taking a slug.

Out of the corner of his eye Jason watched, pretending to `do the job'. He
tried not smiling, let alone laugh his ass off, seeing Max look into the
canteen, sporting a look of disgust. Of course it was nearly impossible to
look into a dark canteen unless a light was flashed into it.

Taking another swig, Max swished it around in his mouth, before dumping it
out and commenting to himself, "Bad water."

As Jason wheeled his load over to the others he wore a bright smile on his
face!

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"Have enough lunch?"

"Plenty," Patrick replies, leaning back, rubbing his shirt, up and down,
with his hands.

He couldn't read Salv's thoughts, wishing they were `his' hands. "How about
a tour of the grounds?" Of course it would end up with Salv showing off his
little bungalow he lived in for the summer!

"Sure!"

And so it went, Salv commandeering a golf cart and taking Patrick on the
royal tour. A few feet from the exit, some landscapers were working on
restoring a patch of plantings.

"Hee-hee, look at those peons slaving away while you'll be riding around
all summer!"

Patrick turns to Salv and in a rare mood of defensiveness, "One of those
`peons' happens to be my `best' friend Jason!"

He kind of enjoyed watching Salv squirm his way out of this one, "Oh!
Well... I didn't really mean anything about it. In fact I'm sure they work
`very hard' for their pay."  The five landscapers all looked hot, but Salv
chose to ask, "Um, which one is your friend?"

And to send a message, Patrick clearly states, "Jason is the dark-haired
guy leaning on his shovel. And oh, Salv, I don't think he would be
interested."

"Huh?"

"In taking your cock up his ass. In fact if I were you I'd guard my ass, if
you know what I mean?"

Salv, not even acknowledging if he was or was not gay, inquires, "Um, like
how big?"

Patrick smiles, adds laughter when he tells, "If you want Salv, I can
arrange for Jason to meet with you, bust your ass wide open... just name
the time and place!"

"Noooooooo thanks!" he replies!

But for the rest of the trip of the guided tour it came to Patrick a few
times of how he would like to do Jason's bidding for him! Watching as Salv
showed him directions, his arm moving around, he rather enjoyed taking in
the way Salv's shirt contorted with his bod, at times the upper half of his
shirt showing his pec-buttons or when Salv bent over to move a hose,
cursing at the last person using it, his white golf pants pulling tightly
over his butt. He figured it a sign of being out, free in the world,
attributing to feeling something rather casually, more than when he was a
teenager in high school, that of his cock pulsing at the thought of
checking out another man, let alone a man older than himself.

"And this here," Salv rounded out their tour, hopping out of the golf cart
and standing on the small porch of a bungalow, "is `home, sweet home'!"

Salv opened the screen door and went in. The door slamming shut, making
bang like a gunshot. Reopening it, he says to Patrick, "Aren't you coming
in?"

Standing feet shoulder width, Patrick hadn't even set foot on the porch,
his arms folded in front of him, his stance as if to make a statement.

Closing the door, Salv using the force of his arm to keep it front making
the `gunshot' sound, he walked to the edge of the porch. He stood about six
inches taller than Patrick. "Okay. So you know I'm gay. I have the feeling
you are too?"

"Maybe," Patrick replied, not totally giving in.

"Being older maybe I know the answer and from the way you conduct yourself,
you don't have an interest in me, sexually speaking of course," Salv put it
to him.

Maybe as a confession, Patrick loosened up and spoke his mind, "I'm glad
you said it Salv because... I do find you good looking, friendly and quite
knowledgeable about the country club, but I think we should keep this on a
professional basis?"

"I understand perfectly well," and Salv did, thinking this is one hot token
he wasn't going to make any time with this summer, forfeiting all interest.

"Thanks for understanding."

"I do. In fact I'm going to cross your name off in my little black book!"

Of course that opened a new subject.

Surrendering to Patrick's will, Salv offers, "How about a beer?"

Patrick stood there, mulling it over.

"No strings attached, okay?"

After rearranging the pebbles on the walk with the toe of his shoe, Patrick
dropped his hands to his side and started walking towards the porch. "I
guess one beer isn't going to hurt."

One beer ran into two and for Salv it became three. Not used to drinking
too much, two was enough for Patrick to start feeling `happy'.

"Hey!" Salv came up with an idea, "If you ever need something to wank off
to, I've got plenty of porn. Just walk in the door... well knock first just
in case, but help yourself to anything."

Sober enough, Patrick knew, as far as doing any `bed-stuff', the moment had
passed, Salv getting the message. It felt good sitting back in a stuffed
chair, allowing Salv to entertain him.

"Behind these doors is a Tv and all you have to do is pop a DVD in. `And',
if you happen to want to bring a `trick' here..."

"Oh I wouldn't think of bringing another guy here, Salv!"

"In case you do and you feel like doing some risky, you might want to try a
pair of these on for size!"

"What's are those for?"

"Don't tell me you don't recognize a pair of handcuffs when you see them?
Y'know? Cops use them?"

"I `know' what they are for Salv, but what do you do with them?"

Then Salv went into detail, informing Patrick, "Maybe not the first time
you bring a guy back to the bungalow, but if there is follow up, the other
guy might get turned on to having his hands cuffed."

"Why would he want his hands cuffed? Like what's the purpose?"

After tossing the cuffs into Patrick's lap, Salv clues him in, "Some guys
love their freedom taken away.... Love it when a man rules their mind and
well... if a guy can't gain access to his own cock then `you' control that
as well."

"Hmm," Patrick says, holding the leather cuffs , attached to each other
with a coupler. Examining them as if a strange object from another planet
he sums up, "It's got to be really torture if a guy can't jerk himself off,
I figure."

"Yeah and," Salv laughs, "you'll get a hardy response out of a guy, begging
you to let him come. So what do you think?"

"Nah," Patrick replies, tossing the cuffs back. "Not my thing. Sorry."

"Okay," he resigns, tossing the cuffs into a draw, "but you know where to
find them and oh! In here," he opens a bi-fold door, "in the bottom of the
closet is a duffle bag. In it are all kinds of things which can give a man
pleasure." Then holding up a large butt plug, "Ever see one of these?"

"Sort of, but it was wooden."

"Huh?" Salv questioned him.

"My uncle uses it to crush fruit up when he makes his own grape jelly."

"Hmm," Salv thought on it, "if you lube it up well a guy could probably get
some good vibes out of it."

"I don't get it. What would you want to use it for if not separating the
juice from the pulp?"

"Patrick my boy, you've got a lot to learn. Ready for a demonstration?"

"What are you going to do?" Patrick asks, feeling a little uneasy.

"You just sit there for a minute and leave everything up to me, Salv says,
stirring in his pocket for something.

Joking, Patrick says, "Oh, is that your `little black book'? Who else`s
name do you have written in there that works here?"

With an agenda, Salv is reluctant to name any so tells him, "Well your name
is one less," he scratches it out, visibly moving the pen from left to
right and back. "And you say you don't think Jason would..."

"You can scratch him out too!" Patrick said kind of adamantly.

"No sweat," Salv said, but it hurt like hell crossing a name of a potential
hot, summer fuck buddy, mainly him doing the fucking!

Taken his cell out of his pocket, he flipped it open and while holding his
black book open with his left hand, punched the phone with his right thumb
while the phone balanced in his palm.

"Who are you calling?"

Patrick found out soon enough, Salv speaking into the phone, "Art? Yeah,
Salv D'Amato... look, think you can leave work early? I've got a little
show to put on for a friend?"

In the dark, Patrick wondered what evil plot Salv had churning away in his
mind.

"One," Salv said into the phone. "Yeah I know you like a big audience, but
right now I need you for a private show." And after a short pause,
"Great. See you in ten minutes."

"What was that all about?" Patrick tried to force the issue.

"Art is a real exhibitionist when it comes to playing with him."

"Playing how? Because if all you're going to do is fuck him, I don't think
it's going to turn me on. I mean it'll make me hard a little I guess."

But Salv's agenda was as long as his arm and depending on how much time he
had with Art, he could 'use up' his whole arm!

Next thing he knows, Salv is unbuttoning his white dress shirt. Jumping up
to stand, Patrick says, "I thought you said..."

"Cool your jets," Salv replies as he removes his shirt, showing off his
thick chest mat and trail dividing his abs, "I'm not doing this for you, if
that's what you think?"

Relaxing, Patrick sank back down into the chair. "Okay, but don't get any
ideas about... you know!"

"Promise," Salv replied, undoing his belt buckle.

Patrick didn't think it was going to affect him, but when Salv got down to
unpacking his bulging briefs, he began to feel a lot more anxiousness than
when his shirt came off. Salv snagging him looking, the only thing Patrick
can think of saying is, "You're, like built!"

"You should see me fully erect!" Salv says, laughing it off as he stretches
out his cock from being cramped up all day, juggling his balls. "Now to put
on the finishing touches!"

Taking the big green duffle bag out of the closet, Patrick asks, "You were
in the Marines?"

"Nah, but a guy I played with, was. Said I should have something proper to
put all my toys in."

"Toys?" Patrick replies. Then he gets up and marvels at all the things Salv
dumps out of the bag onto the bed. "What's all this stuff?"

"Toys," Salv replies. "You never saw any sexual toys?"

"No, but I've seen one of these," Patrick replies, picking up something
made of leather."

"Where did you see a harness?"

Then Patrick shed a little light, telling of a DVD he saw at a friend's
house and about an older guy in leather making two young guys, maybe
college aged, service him.

"Cool!" Salv replies. "Hey, got an idea!" he says with a snap of his
fingers. "Wading through the closet he pulls out a hanger of clothing. "Got
this last fall in Frisco at a dungeon party. You wear that one and I'll try
out this one."

"Nah. I don't think so."

"Come on. Man would Art be psyched up to have two tops work him!" Salv also
thought it would be hot, him and Patrick making Art suck him and Salv? He'd
be nearby stroking his meat. He had a lot to gain by having Patrick dress
in the harness and chaps.

Really, Patrick `wanted' to try on the harness and see if he enjoyed
wearing it as much as the dude in the DVD. He wondered what it would be
like having the leather strands touch his skin. "Maybe I could and then sit
and watch you guys play."

"Sure!" Salv agrees, thinking who cares what happens as long he gets to see
Patrick in the harness. He figures he got Patrick this far, he could talk
his way into doing more!

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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee

This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior
consent from the author.



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