Date: Thu, 11 Aug 2011 10:53:51 -0700 (PDT) From: Tchase Mcphee <survivalgame@rocketmail.com> Subject: FoR ThE MaN WHo HaS EVeRyTHiNG 03 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. FoR ThE MaN WHo HaS EVeRyTHiNG 03 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee % Watching Michael drink through 3 shots, Jason doing `water', his interest was aroused, "How many of those can you drink before you become drunk, Mr. Songrad?" "Listen, from now on you're my number one man," Michael tells. "I'm Michael to you now, get it?" He wasn't stupid, just slow at comprehending things, working at statements as logic. As Michael presented it to him, Jason asks, "`Michael?' Does that mean we're not buddies, but boyfriends?" It was a welcoming to Michael, who had just been dumped by his boyfriend. To mend, picking up the pieces and having Jason to be confronted with, it was the best news of the day, him responding, "Why don't we leave that till later and see where the night goes?" No matter how Jason analyzed it, it made no sense to him, so just agreed. Already he had trusted Michael, but more, he thought Michael had so many superlatives; kind, friendly, understanding, a hot bod, Jason smiled. He also had a toothy grin after accidentally happening upon Michael's stats on the laptop this morning, `nine and a half inches'. "Did I miss a joke?" Michael asks. He couldn't lie. It wasn't in him to do so, so Jason `had' to tell, "I accidentally saw your stats on your profile. I didn't mean to look." "Profile? Facebook?" Michael questions, hoping it wasn't Gay.com. Sticking out in his mind, the one which made him put on the big smile, Jason replies, "I'll probably get fired for this, but I saw your cock size." "Oh really?" Michael says, smiling, showing he wasn't at all perturbed. "And how about you?" "How about me, what?" On his fourth shot, Michael, feeling no pain, asks, "Got a nice juicy cock for me to take care of?" First he blushed. Then, his face seriously attired, Jason replies, "I never heard anybody call my cock `juicy'!" It made Michael roar with laughter and getting a bit crazy, leans in, right in Jason's face, "I'd like to get down and real oral on you tonight. How `bout it?" Knowing his `top and bottom' positions, Jason replies, "If you suck me, does that mean you want me to fuck you?" Writing off the events of the day, Michael replies, "Jason honey, after what's happened today, I'm your willing slave, to do whatever you want. Have me on my knees licking and sucking your cock... hell, I'll lick your pits, suck the lint out of your navel... tongue fuck your ass, if you want it!" It was much, much more than Jason could comprehend all at one, raising one eyebrow, focusing on `a tongue on his anal region', but shared, "I don't have lint in my navel. I keep it very clean." "Deep?" Mind still on his ass, Jason asks, "What's deep?" to make sure. "Your bellyhole." `Hole in my belly', Jason thought before telling about his navel, "I think. My finger goes in pretty far when I'm in the shower." "Yum!" Michael says, licking his lips. Talking like an idiot was one thing, but almost falling off the bar stool was another. Taking the bus to work, Jason had walked the rest of the blocks. Going to the bar, which was just around the corner, was a short roundtrip. However, the condition Michael had drunk his way into, a walk around the corner would be like a walk around the world! "I don't think you can walk." "Sure I can," Michael replies, creating a royal `fail.' Matthieu, acquainted with Michael, comes around the bar and helps him back up, saying, "Time to summon Terrence!" "Terrence?" Jason wondered if the same one. "Be right back," Matthieu replies and disappears around the bar. All Jason could do is shake his head, wondering how Michael, the CEO of his own company, could drive himself into a state of drunkenness. He swore right then and there, the next time he was caught in a bar with Michael, he would do everything in his power to keep this from happening. "Jason?" It was Terrence, his girlfriend with him, Jason acknowledging, "Hi Terrence and Megan." Terrence went right to Michael, Megan concerned about Jason. In the short time he's been living in their home, Megan has got to know Jason as well as one of her three brothers and often called him, "You okay bro?" "I'm fine, but I have a feeling Michael is not going to be feeling so well tomorrow. He had four of those little drinks. I don't understand how they can be so small, yest so powerful?" Megan smiled. She and Terrence have had a few in their lifetime. "Depends on the person. Some people can take more and still stand," which she notices Michael having trouble doing so! Mattieu helping Terrence out, they took Michael out to Terrence's car. Jason swore he could help Terrence out when they got to the house. Entering, Terrence, whom Jason has divested his secret to the two, says, "Only two bedrooms. He's got to go in one or the other." Megan replies to that, "Well it's certainly not going to be ours!" Jason swallowed hard, thinking, if this meant Michael was going to be sleeping in `his' bed, where would he sleep! When they pulled up in the driveway, Jason's nerves became rattled. Noticing Terrence a strong man, Jason didn't need to lend a finger, Michael hefted up and over a shoulder, then sat down on the bed and allowed to flop over on the bed, Michael's arms going over his head. "Here's your chance," Terrence jokes, a hand on the doorknob. "For?" Jason fishes for an answer. "Let me put it to you this way. You're gay, he's gay, so have fun getting him into his peejammies!" Thinking about it, Jason wondered about it. As far as sleep clothes went, Jason slept in his briefs and nothing more. He already knew the bureau drawers and closet contained his own clothing. There wasn't anything which resembled the traditional pajamas. Standing there, he looked at Michael on the bed, him looking asleep, because his eyes were closed. However, even closed, Jason thought he looked so beautiful. Moving closer, he was right over Michael, almost touching knees. He couldn't very well allow Michael to sleep in his clothes. They were the only ones available for tomorrow morning, for Michael to wear to work. He couldn't wear them if they were wrinkled. For the first time in his life Jason was lost for a thought or else, he refused to allow himself to think that what needed to be done is get Michael out of his clothes! He butted his knees up against Michael's knees, maybe hoping he would wake up. He didn't. Now it drew him into an ultimatum. He knew he would have to `save the clothes' by removing them. By the time Jason had realized what needed to be done, he had worked up quite a sweat. Walking over to the air conditioner in the window, he turned it on low. He couldn't take high. High was too cold. Walking back to the bed he untied his tie and undid his buttons, halfway down. He stripped his sports jacket, kicking off his dress shoes. By the time he got to the bed, he realizes his own shirt is sweat-soaked, so finishes it off on the buttoning and peels it back over his shoulders, removing it. He planes a hand down his hairy bod, following the moist trail. When it passes over his navel, there's a quick moment of reflection. For his own security, he checks to make sure there's no lint. Pulling his finger out of his bellyhole, he analyzes it, smiling because it's thoroughly lint-free, carrying only a small pungent aroma. Jason then figures he should be ready for bed before going at Michael. Unbuckling his belt, he drops his pants, but picks them up and right away attends to creasing them over a hanger, attaching his jacket. He places his white dress shirt on the bureau in a certain place, whereas Megan will pick it up and take it to the cleaners. The rest of the laundry Jason does himself. Approaching the bed, by male instinct, his hand has found its way to the front of his briefs. Towering over Michael, he's feeling strong sensations. Now, lust taking over, it drives him into a bent-in-half position, a knee on the bed, making sure he is not leaning on Michael's crotch. He says to himself, "That could hurt!" Though, in the sleepy stages and under the influence, pain could go either way. Still, Jason knows what it feels like to have pressure on the balls. Instead of bringing up old ghosts, Jason prepares himself, reaching for the tie, pulling it through the collar. Thinking this was going to be the toughest deed he's ever pulled off in his whole life, Jason surprises himself, actions with a bullet of haste behind it. Even though he's seen Michael's barechest in the office, under his own power of removing his boss' clothes, it's an entirely different feeling. In an out of the way place, away from the coffee machine, dustbuster, laptop and other business ware, in the intimacy of a bedroom, things take on a different perspective. Even if Michael did wake up, would he at all object to having an almost-stranger's hand run over his chest, touch a nip, ski down the embedded abs trail? Would he think it terrible to have a fingertip skate around the lip of a perfectly symmetrical navel and then follow the treasure trail to... Without reluctance, Jason, his tongue over and over licking his lips, went at Michael's belt buckle without inhibited resistance. In seconds he had the belt open, the button at the top of Michael's pants unlatched, the zipper going down. Like nothing in his life, except the occasional spotting of a man outside working, his shirt removed, never has anything turned him on more than working the clothes off the hot man splayed out in front of him. Working the pants off, Jason slides down from the bed, knees to the floor and works Michael's shoes and socks off, before getting the pants off, inside out. He sets them right. Returning to the bed, he sees something which makes him smile, little beads of coffee along the waistline of the briefs! Megan surely would not get mad, but the state of arousal Jason was in, he would not give a fuck of anyone's opinion, wanting only to explore Michael's bod, or at least of intentions of doing so, fighting through his timid reluctance. Re-checking his mind, Jason had come to the conclusion Michael had already `given his permission' to `have sex'. He wasn't sure. Still, he wanted the thrill of rubbing his hands over Michael's bod fur and maybe more and his churning balls were not letting up one bit, making him a man, driven with a purpose. It was a good idea, he thought, of stripping down himself, then Michael. It was so much easier to move Michael so his head fell in the pillow. A twin sized bed, there was only one pillow. Too, as far as space went, the only way two could fit, were if they were very, very close together. At first Jason tried facing Michael, but it didn't work too well on account, he thought if Michael rolled over, he would fall right out of bed! Plan B, Jason got behind Michael and held him close, so he would not roll forwards, whereas too, he could wind up on the floor. However, what Jason did not count on, briefs separating flesh, the sensitive areas or not, he was still getting very aroused, hard as hard could get, his cock butted up against Michael's ass! % Copyright 2011 T. Chase McPhee `FoR ThE MaN WHo HaS EVeRyTHiNG' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.