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"AGaiNSt thE GRoiN" 05
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Next morning, Scott woke first, a beam of light crashing down through a skylight. Looking up, shielding his eyes, "That wasn't there last night?"
Suddenly, Scott notices he was sweating under the rug, asking no one, "This is a rug, isn't it?"
Picking it up to investigate, he realizes he's not the only in the raw, but 2 cocks!
Again, biting a lip, still as nervous as last night, when they didn't do anything, but fall asleep, wonders if he should wake Rocco.
Deciding not to, he moves the bear blanket so it's not on himself, exposing Rocco down to about `mid-barrel'.
Eyes still closed, Rocco says, "Finished your shopping, yet?"
He pops one eye open, looking like a pirate!
"You faker!" Scott exclaims, with almost a slap to the tummy.
"Guys hate it when I do that to them."
"Oh?" Scott is wondering, "How many would that amount to?"
Rocco tears the bear covering off, exposing his whole self. Noticing Scott fully uncovered, down to about his shins, "Airing out the underwear, eh?"
Seeing an opportunity, Scott takes it, "You mean, underbear?!"
It cost Rocco some time, for Scott to maybe forget. For certain though, he liked the way he liked the way Scott used his hand, up his trail, fanning out over each pec. `Yep,' he was confident Scott was moving on!
Suddenly stopping, midchest, Scott weaves a few strands around one finger, "So, how many guys we talkin' about? A hundred or so, would you say?"
"You crazy? A hundred would make any man sterile!"
Scott smiled, but wanted some other gritty details, "Wanna get back to the less than hundred?"
The stall, Rocco figures, probably got Scott to thinking there were a harem of men in his life, truly fakes him out, "Let's see, there's you, a little kissing with Tom, Grant and maybe one or two other guys... and oh, like you, my childhood sweetheart!"
"Childhood sweetheart?" Scott repeats the words, thinking about Tom.
Turning around, faced down, hugging his own arms, Rocco says, "That's what we were. It's what you and Tom are, aren't you?"
"You've heard the whole story, Rocco. What do you think?"
It made Rocco smile, thinking it would have been nice to hear it from Scott and not his HS chum.
"What I think is, you and Tom aren't much different than what I had with Salv."
"Salv?"
At first, Rocco smiles.
Scott follows with, "Are you going to tell me today?"
"How about after breakfast?"
"How about right now?"
So, it was `right now,' Rocco telling a story not much different from Scott and Tom, except instead of a friend, Salvatore was an older cousin, 2 years older than Rocco.
"Kind of boring," Scott gets up, "what about that breakfast?"
"Swim first?"
Scott hadn't even thought about it, dashing from the art studio, the few yards to the pool, halfway between the old barn and the house, no clothes!
Both cannonballing in at the same time, they surface, "Cold!"
Early June, global warming hadn't quite kicked in, both jumping out, Scott in tow, Rocco heading for the house.
Not stopping for breakfast, Scott was still on Rocco's heels, running right through the kitchen, out to the foyer, up the stairs and didn't break his stride until entering Rocco's room.
"Is this all yours?" Scott looks high and low, far and wide.
"Yup. Shower?"
Did Scott have a choice, Rocco disappearing?
"Where'd ya...go?" he finds out, entering where he saw Rocco's bare take exit.
Not as big as the bedroom, but sure worth the mentioning, "Hot tub? Man, you got it made!"
"I know. It'll take a minute or two to warm up."
Shrugging both shoulders, Scott asks, "What do we do till then?"
Walking back from the hot tub, Rocco says, "I'm sure we'll find something!"
About to caress, they hear, "And just what are you up to, Scott?"
"Tom! What are you doing here?"
Grabbing Grant's arm, Tom says, "`He' brought me here."
Rocco didn't say much, arm around Scott's shoulder, "Open door policy."
"Huh?"
Apparently, Tom knew, "Grant, he has a key. Um, the tub hot yet?" he tears his tee off overhead.
`OMG!' Scott thought, "Your stomach, Tom?"
"Yeah, I know. I lost the contest."
One would know what happened the night before. Tom stripping down as he walked right in, casually and all, he acts like no one punched him above the navel, nor pinched his nips till they were bright red.
"Who did you?" Rocco asks.
Formal, Tom reveals, "Dominic Abreu-Bario?"
"Hot man," Rocco replies, watching Tom drop his pants.
Scott, seeming like he was a third wheel, "I think you better brush up on your French, Tom?"
Rocco asks, "How about that hot belly?"
"Yeah," Tom sideswipes his bud's comment, talking up Dominic, like he knew, "and that deep navel. Man, what a tongue-satisfier!"
"Hmm," Scott mutters, "maybe I should make my navel deeper?"
First, patting Scott on the stomach, Rocco returns his attention, "I like it just the way it is!"
"How do you know?" Scott comes back with, "You didn't tongue it?"
Tom realizing he might be the guy in the way, "Grant's making coffee. Maybe I should see if he needs help...um have fun with the wine-tasting party!"
Scott, not totally without affection for his mate, "We'll call you if there's any leftovers!"
"Thanks!" Tom smiles, walking out, not thinking twice about walking through a strange house, bare-bummed.
"It's warm," Rocco feels the hot tub.
Scott flirts, "If it's not, it will be when you get in?"
"Or...maybe we should call Tom back?"
There would be a difference, if Tom were a stranger to Scott.
"Why don't we wait. Would be a shame if Grant didn't get the coffee measured out right and waste all that water?"
"Yeah," Scott smiles, "would be a real shame!"
Feeling a closeness with Scott, Rocco didn't want to mess up what he had, but had a sudden burst of joking around, hangs, over the edge of the tub.
Scott, looking towards it, can picture only Rocco's ass, there for the invitation, "You're supposed to be in it, not `over' it," he slaps him on the buns.
Stepping over the tub wall, Scott sits.
Following, Rocco stands, steps over, sits, "Sorry about that."
Knowing what Rocco was up to, Scott says, "What, the slap to the butt or testing my horniness?"
Both hands pivoted on the edge of the underwater bench, Rocco replies, "Poor call of judgement."
"Get over it," Scott takes Rocco's left arm, threads it behind his own neck.
"You forgive me?"
"What's there to forgive?"
Rocco thought he better keep his mouth shut, except for kissing, or else he'll get himself into bigger trouble!
Interrupted by footsteps in the hallway, Scott says, "Here comes our coffee!"
To his surprise, but not Rocco, instead of Tom or Grant, they hear a gruff, "Hey."
Scott remarks, "Caulley...I mean, Dirk?"
He was quick, tearing the tank top off overhead, "I hope you've got some warm water waiting for me." Moving like a muscle-building-man, he winds an arm round and round, "Got a knot in a muscle from swinging a flogger all night."
Scott says, "Oh really, Dirk...I thought maybe you had a few kinks in the cock, or sooth your drained bal..."
"Shut up," Dirk barks, in his normal, mean way. Knowing they are halfway to Monday morning at school, "An' you better not go blabbin' around about what you did this weekend!"
"No problem," Rocco watches Scott smile, knowing more was to come.
"Good."
Rocco was right, Scott saying, "For a price!"
"Fuck that shit!"
Not much different from yesterday, at the bookcase' dungeon, in the bright light, Scott thought Dirk looked more pink'. What really looked awesome, was the ginger hair, fully covering Dirk's chest, stomach, unveiling more; pubes and legs.
Strangely, without any clothes on, Scott remarks, "I never noticed, Dirk."
It still felt a little awkward, school security, stripped down, big cock and balls bouncing on over to the tub, but Dirk didn't seem to mind.
"On Monday, back at school, like how is that going to go?"
"Don't talk to me now about that," Dirk was brash, indignant, sighed when setting his whole bod down, "Ah-h-h-h-hh, now this is more like it."
Even Rocco tried to open him up, "How'd it go with the fundraiser? Make much money?"
"Later," Rocco closes his eyes.
Scott, he wanted to be so bad, reach a foot straight ahead, toy with what lay between Dirk's legs, but didn't dare play with a man when he was on the mend.
"Maybe we should see how Tom and Grant are doing with the coffee?" Scott stands.
`That' made Dirk's eyes pop open. From relaxed to wide awake, Dirk says, "Bring that over here, kid!"
"Who? Me?" Scott questions.
Rocco stands, water rushing down over him, "Or, me?"
With both hands, Dirk beckons them on, "Both of ya's. I think I've depleted my protein storage."
"Is he for real?" Scott says in almost a whisper, to Rocco.
Apparently not his first time Rocco says, "You never see a man suck two cocks at once?"
"Nope!"
"Hurry up, while I'm still in the mood," Dirk presses.
Rocco held his cock, like on a serving platter.
Scott just walked the baby steps to where Dirk sat up, mouth the same height as his pubes.
Joking, Scott, nervous to say the least, reflects on how Tom likes it, "Aren't you supposed to be on your knees, begging for it?"
"Just give it here," Dirk reaches out and grabs.
Not just Scott, Dirk takes Rocco's cock and like he never had a morsel of beef in his life, stuffs them both in.
`OMG!' Scott thinks it, feeling the tough security guard's mouth on his shaft.
Rocco loved it, getting with the hip action, which disturbs Dirk's tonsils, "Hey," he pulls both out, "what're you trying to do, choke me to death?"
"Sorry, sir."
Now that set Scott back, a `Sir' sucking a guy, "Is a top guy supposed to be sucking a guy's cock. I thought..."
"Just shut the fuck up," Dirk gets vocal. "Drink now, ask your goddam questions later!"
This ticked Scott off. Right now, it didn't occur to him he would be back to school on Monday, dodging security when it came to doing something naughty, keeping his name off the demerit lists. He didn't even know, Dooz not cluing Scott in, it was Dirk who got him out of trouble with `the nun'.
Regardless, fired up, Scott says, "No. You want it, you'll beg for it like the rest of `em!"
"Suit yourself," Dirk turns to Rocco, "come over here, boy," summoning the 19-year old's cock to his lips.
Whatever happened yesterday morning, getting ticked off with his mom, it hadn't passed yet. Maybe it never would!
Scott grabs Rocco's cock, "I said, if you want it, beg!"
Rocco could testify, to Dirk's eyes wide as saucers.
"Coffee's on!"
There, standing in the door was Grant and Tom, each holding two cups of java.
"Dirk, when did you come in?"
Dirk, he didn't turn, nor recognize Grant. Instead, he was studying the situation.
One thing Scott remembers, from Dooz, his lecturing, is never act scared, even if you're shit-scared, and don't back down. Acting on those key notes, Scott stands his ground, "Well, you want it, you gotta work for it!"
For once in his life, the 46-year old muscle bears was stumped for words. One thing, he was overjoyed he wasn't being confronted by this in the dungeon, not with all his s&m buddies standing around, watching. They would be appalled!
Based on this, Dirk states, "First of all, what goes on here, stays here. Got that?"
Scott got it. Like his `bdsm coach' taught, "If you're not on your knees, begging, in the next 2 minutes, I might just blab it all over school!"
Rocco couldn't keep a straight face, knowing what Dirk must be going through.
Yet, he was totally shocked, Dirk saying, "I want your junk. Give it here."
So shocked were Tom and Grant, the cups in there hands had tilted. They weren't aware until hot coffee stung their feet, at which time they dumped all the mugs down the sink.
Drawing off something he heard Dirk tell Tom, Scott barks, "I don't like the tone of your voice!"
Not paying attention, Scott misses Rocco's lips form a perfect `o'.
"Please give me your stuff?"
More gasps of audacity were heard, Scott dictating, "You know what it's called, or are you a stoopid idiot, Dirk, um, `boy?'"
Right now, Scott seeing how much he was getting away with, kept putting on the pressure.
Mesmerized, Dirk only stare straight ahead. Right now, to him, it was only he and Scott in the room, which causes him to break down, "Please, may I have your cock?"
"May you have my cock, what?"
Grant muddles, "Dayam!"
"Sh-h," Tom silences him, literally a hand over Grant's mouth.
"May I please have your cock," Dirk swallows, with another volley of warning, "this better not get out?"
"Say it," Scott pulls all the stops out, "pig!"
It's then, Dirk does realize he's not alone, snaps out of his dreamworld. Though, as with any man, his underwater status rocks him onward, "Please, can I have your cock...sir."
First out of Rocco's mouth, "I never thought I'd live to see the day..."
Scott got his way, but Dirk would have nothing to do with the rest of them.
So into it, Dirk's tongue going round Scott's cock like a propeller, it didn't take long before he was ready to come.
Pulling out, Scott asks, "Do I get to unload up your ass?"
"Don't push your luck," Dirk takes Scott back into his mouth.
Scott got quite into it, even though he used Dirk's tight throat, instead of ass to jerk him off. So into it, Scott stood on the bench with both feet, grabbing the back of the security guard's head and pounded him hard.
When he came, Dirk did the noble thing, sucking every last drop out of the lad's shaft and making sure it was clean.
Dirk, spent from both Scott's pounding and working over boys at the dungeon club, had no fight left in him.
Sitting there, out of breath from having his windpipe cut off, he motions, "Get over here and let me drain you, boy."
They all had their turn, of which Scott had recovered quite quickly, strumming himself up into another hard on.
Grant, versatile, ruled Tom, "Hey, why not get our dibs in?"
Getting a little too `cooked', in the middle of Rocco's blow job, Dirk paused to get out of the tub, "Whew! Too damn hot for me!"
Scott, seeing an opportunity, "On your knees, boy!"
When Rocco tried it out, "Yeah, on your knees," Dirk sneered at him.
"You can't knock a guy for trying!" Rocco backs off.
Grant and Tom steer clear, stroking themselves up.
Feeling sorry for Rocco, when all he was trying to do is get off, down Dirk's throat, Scott orders, "Finish him!"
Scott held the real power here and Dirk was only listening to him, and obeying, "Bring it here, boy."
Scott again humiliates, "Where's your place boy?"
"Bring that cock here," Dirk pause.
"And what else?" Scott persuades Dirk to use manners.
"Sir," he says, even though a low moan.
Geared up for another round, Scott didn't want to wait too long, "How about that double suck you said you could do?"
Totally into Scott, Dirk didn't want Rocco in the picture, "Nah. I'll just do you again."
"No," Scott dictates once more, "you'll do both of us and you'll put your heart and soul into it, or else!"
Then, Tom, who could be quite the risky prankster, says, "Why are we letting my bud get all the action?"
Getting down on their own knees, Grant on Dirk's right, Tom at his left, they each take a pec.
Scott could hear and feel the gurgle in Dirk's throat, responding to the tender care, Grant and Tom `eating' Dirk's barbell-pierced nips!
Suddenly, Rocco decides he's not getting a lot out of this, or perhaps jealous of Tom and Grant, pulls out.
Dirk made sure his mouth wasn't left empty, holding onto Scott's balls, handling them as such, his balls acted as vehicle to stuff his mouth and then vacate...stuff...unstuff, lips traveling up and down Scott's 9-inch barrel!
"Where you going?" Scott asks Rocco.
"I need to do something more, `me'?"
With that, Rocco weasels his way in between Scott's legs. Dirk, who has been keeping himself firm, surrenders a hand to Rocco's lips.
"Mm-mm," Scott hears Dirk hum, which produces a sweet vibration on his matchstick.
Missing out, Tom and Grant have had enough of Dirk's nips.
Grant says, "Mine's red," Dirk's nip, "how about your side?"
Tom giggles, "I think Dirk'll be hurting something fierce, come Monday morning!"
Scott's sweet cock in his mouth, Dirk doesn't care his sore nips are left unattended.
"I got an idea," Tom says excitedly, "let's torture Dirk!"
Still attuned to Scott's hot cock, Dirk's eyes do wander off, in Tom's direction.
"Considering you haven't graduated yet, I don't think that would be a good move, Tom."
Fantasy or reality, Tom agrees, not wanting to take the chance of repeating another year of schooling.
The two go off, to practice on gut-punching each other, which eventually would lead to a 6-9.
Dirk does pull off Scott to pull his own barrel out of Rocco's mouth, "I'm not ready to come yet!"
"Fine," Rocco acts like Dirk's hurt his feelings, "I'll go find some other cock to suck!"
Scott felt bad, Rocco walking out in a rush, but perhaps the wink, right before he slammed the door shut, told Scott everything would be copacetic between them, later.
Left alone, Dirk gets up and walks to the door.
"That's it for us?"
Then, Scott wonders, Dirk clicking the lock, turns around. Fluffing his balls, "How do you want me?"
"For what?" Scott gulps.
"You're fucking my ass, remember?"
"Oh...right...um, would gettin' on your knees be okay?" Scott replies, meekly.
"Fine," Dirk replies, "but the tiles, they're getting to me."
Scott could relate, seeing Dirk's knees as red as his nips!
"How's this," and without the others in the room, "Sir?"
Scott smiles, "Fine, except...I thought you were going to suck me off?"
He had bent over, grabbed hold of the edge of the hot tub. Instead of complying to the master, he barks out, "I will, if you still need firming up?"
"No," Scott has managed that on his own, keeping his 9c all primed.
"Good. Get to it, before I change my mind."
Scott wasn't sure about this, "You want...me...to...fuck you?" he made certain, seeing Dirk's rounded back, his big butt cheeks, ginger-blond hair covering each mound.
Spreading his legs a little, Dirk says, "I'm bent over...my ass is facing you. What is it you don't get?"
Scott was unsure, or perhaps he wasn't really into fucking older men, "I get it...I get it, but..."
"What?" Dirk stay put, his cock dripping.
Scott was sure this would work, getting out of fucking Dirk, "I don't have a condom."
"You're almost more trouble than your worth," Dirk stands, walks over to the sink vanity, opens a drawer, "for the next time, Rocco keeps his stash in here."
Still not sure he wanted to randomly fuck any man, Scott says, "You don't want it down the throat?"
He had picked out the condom, but then tossed it back in, shutting the drawer with a bang, "Fine. Let's do it before I lose it."
`Whew!' In his mind, Scott was very relieved. A natural thing, it would have been easier fucking Tom!
Truth is, Dirk was losing momentum. Any of his top buddies at the dungeon club would jump at an opportunity. Yet, Dirk didn't open his ass crack for any man, except a select few.
Scott was one of these, but being the first student he would have ever been fucked by, thinks maybe this is not the one to do it, "I'll let you off the hook this time."
Hoping there would not be a `next', Scott says without thinking, "I don't think there will be a next time, Dirk. I'm with Rocco right now."
Lying down on the floor, Dirk beckons Scott to sit.
"Not on that monster!" Scott got an impression, seeing it standing nearly straight up.
"No. Here," he slaps his muscled pecs with both hands, "sit!"
Fitting his knees under both of Dirk's pecs, Scott was again nervous.
Dirk could tell this, with the tip of the 18-year old's cock sitting on his lips.
Taking the upper hand, literally, Dirk grabs around Scott's barrel and takes it in.
True to his thinking, it didn't take long before Dirk came, giving himself a hand job.
However, Scott was not disappointed, his semen flooding Dirk's mouth. He could feel it drip out, running down around his own balls.
Dirk had to literally, use his own hands to push Scott up, off of him, after he crashed forward, smothering his face. He slid out from underneath, just enough to catch a breather.
Scott was spent and tired, the effects hot sex can have on a man.
Dirk, nothing bothered him. Swallowing over and over, he took a bottle of mouth wash out of the cabinet and right from the bottle, spit out the wash several times. Picking up his clothes, he left Scott there, faced down on the tiles, "See you in school on Monday. Don't be late, Juarez!"
By the time Scott pry himself up off the tiled floor, sweatier than a sauna, in a half pushup, Dirk was gone. Scott had to laugh, flopping his bod down, perspiration being the motivator of chest against the floor, causing a farting sound!
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The scene was a bit different for Tom, Grant and Rocco. Having gone down to the basement gym, the three stood in a triangle.
First, Tom would punch Grant in the stomach, Grant punching Rocco and then Rocco rounding it out with a punch to Tom's ab wall.
Grant and Tom wore out quicker, having endured the belly-beating competition for charity.
The two deemed Rocco the victor, granting him `one wish'. Of course he picked his most favorite dungeon activity, being fucked at both ends.
Tom, with fucking, wasn't too enthused.
More versatile, Grant hadn't a problem with it.
Rocco over a weight bench, Grant and Tom exchanged places.
Rocco, he was in heaven, taking it up the ass, guzzling down Tom's cock spit, while Grant reached down and jerked his cock.
At the end of their threeway, they were on the floor, allowing the sweet effect to wear off.
Scott never made it back to the trio. Too worn out to even shower, he left the room, walked towards Rocco's bed and crashed, immediately falling asleep. When he awoke, around noon time, Scott realizes he has the house to himself.
As if it were `his' house, he walks downstairs, into the kitchen and stairs inside the fridge. If at home, he would have found food for breakfast prep. Smiling, over so much which has happened in 2 days, Saturday still in progress, he dwells on it all.
"Ooh!" he gasps, feeling the cold from the fridge on his bare bod.
He grabs a beer and heads out back, smiling, because, if his mom did stock beer in the fridge, he surely would be shamed for popping a top!
It also psyched him out, after two sips, turning his mouth sour. Scott's eyebrows perked up, noticing an outdoors refrigerator, one where he had to squat down to shop.
"Coffee?"
Turning around, still squatting, for certain, after the early morning escapade, his cock wasn't pumped up, causing the tip to scrape, "Oh man!"
Quick scoop-up, Rocco says to him, "That's where a pool can be dangerous!"
He stood, for safety's sake!
"Did you, Tom and Grant have fun?" Scott says, sitting in a lounge chair, lying back.
Walking near, Rocco hands Scott a cup, "We did, but you were sorely missed."
"How sore?"
Sitting on the same lounge chair, side-saddled between Scott's legs, Rocco tells him, "Not as sore as I'm sure you could have made me?"
Thinking his bud not into fucking, period, Scott assumes, "Grant?"
"Yeah. Man, what a pounder!"
Dropping to Rocco's chest, lower, "I see you've got a pink belly?"
"A what?" Rocco looks down his furry trail.
"Pink belly. What you get from testing your abs. Tom used to get it too."
Rocco felt further info was needed, "Grant. Has a nice, firm hand. Rolled up into a ball, feels real nice in my gut."
"I hope you guys know what you're doing?" Scott sips.
"Don't worry. We know the route. We'll all be fine in a few days."
Then, the age old question came back to his brain, "So, what other guys have you had sex with, Rocco?"
Rocco laughs, saying, "Well, I suppose I'll have to add Grant to that list now, huh?"
Looking for more than Grant, Scott says, "And there's none other?"
Bending over to set his mug on the cement, Rocco pops up, moves himself around and lays flat. Legs extend over the edge of the lounge, bod directly in the corridor of Scott's legs. Face falls right over Scott's pubes.
"Y'know, I think there could have been more cream in my cup?"
With the early morning episodes behind him, Scott reveals, "I don't think there's much left in the reserves!"
Then Rocco had to do it, run hands up along the sides of Scott's lats, pecs, same time nibbling on his nuts.
"Then again, maybe not!"
What Scott thought, was not the case, running on empty. With Rocco's tongue working his chest over, nibbling on his nubs, then fingering both nips while Rocco's tongue skated down his treasure trail, the reservoirs seemed to fill up quickly. By the time Rocco got sucking Scott, his 9-inch tube had regained momentum!
For the rest of Saturday, they goofed off, getting out of the house and eating out. While at a cafe, for sandwiches, Rocco had to caution Scott, upon seeing some dudes who were at the dungeon party, they were to act like they never saw them before in their life!
"Oh, I get it," Scott says, sitting down at a rounded table, "it's not for making friends?"
"Could be," Rocco replies, handing Scott a menu, "but the `friends' part comes at the event, not afterwards."
"What a shame," Scott says, tearing his eyes away from the trio at a table across the way.
Rocco smiles behind his menu, spying on Scott, whom twice has looked away to the other table.
Finally, he lowers the glossy menu, "So, have you decided what you want?"
Scott froze. Then, picking up the menu he should have been scanning through, "Uh, not yet."
Knowing what really kept Scott from choosing off the menu, "Really? I thought maybe you might have wanted the muscled, blond?"
Scott denies, vehemently, "I wasn't checking out the dungeon guys!"
Quaint smile, Rocco says, "Of course you weren't!"
Knowing Rocco wasn't no dumb-bunny, Scott confesses, "Okay, so I was, but it wasn't the blond."
"Oh?" Rocco edges him on.
Now, giving Rocco his full attention, Scott reveals, "If it were one of `em, it would be the chubby guy."
"Oh wow," Rocco had thought he had his foot in the door, "I thought for sure you were into muscled dudes?"
Scott knows he play around with Dirk, this morning and would probably make it a good memory, doing something with an older guy, "yeah, I do, but..."
"I understand," Rocco says.
"You do?" because Scott wasn't certain of anything right now.
"We can be friends, right?"
Which, to Scott, meant it, what they had, wasn't a full blown relationship, "Right."
"You know what?"
"What?"
Rocco stands, "I happen to know the dude you're talking about. I think I might go over and talk to him?"
Like asking, `Do you want me to go over and...'
"No-no-no, I don't want you to get into trouble with... whoever runs the rough party?"
`Rough party', it made Rocco smile, saying, "Don't worry. I love breaking rules, when it results in such sweet punishment!"
If Scott had never known Tom, maybe he would think Rocco off his rocker, "Okay. Go knock yourself out."
"Thanks," Rocco smiles, "you have chosen wisely!"
Scott watches Rocco go over there and he says something.
All 3 turn around to look at him.
Suddenly they turn back.
The cub then turns and looks, turning back.
Rocco continues speaking to them, hands motioning different ways, up, down...
When he spreads hands apart, Scott is wondering if he's giving away his cock size!
Returning to the table, all three watch Rocco, until he sits.
"So, is he turned off by what he saw?" Scott is eager.
"Nope and if you're okay with it," Rocco wears a bright, toothy smile, "he asked me if he could meet `you'!"
"Really?" Scott spies out of the side of one eye, "He asked you to meet me? Got a name?"
"Looks like," Rocco has glanced up, "you can ask him yourself!"
First impression, Scott was self-condoning, not a big, fat cubby-type guy, though looked like he could lose a few pounds.
Almost at his table, Scott stands and in a sheepish manner, says, "Hey."
"Hey."
Rocco stands, says, "Hey, I'm going to go over check out your buddies."
Scott hardly heard, paying more attention to the cub. "We were having coffee," he suddenly remembers he came in with Rocco. "You wanna sit?"
The two have coffee, choose off the menu, lunch together.
Scott finds out Chris', who's surname is Caulley', is the nephew of Dirk. A list of things, Chris is not at all like his uncle.
"Oh, not meant to accuse or anything, but you were at the dungeon event?" Scott cross examines.
"As a chaperone, I guess is what you call it, making sure my friends don't get too deep into all of it?"
"Sorry," Scott says. "I suppose that's why I was there with Tom."
Small world, Chris names, "Tom Collins?"
"Yeah," Scott exclaims, "you know Tom? We grew up together."
"We're almost next door neighbors. Though, him going to Catholic school and me, public school, we really didn't get to know each other much."
"What a small world!"
Ready to hear something like, `go back to my place', not which Scott was looking for it specifically, Chris asks, "Are you into classical music?"
"You mean Moze-art?"
Chris smiles, corrects, "Moat-zart, yeah and then some others."
"Never much listened to anything, but indie rock!"
"I just thought, if you weren't doing anything, there's an orchestra concert at the PAC?"
"Pack?"
Chris clues him in, "The performing arts center?"
"Yeah, saw Helio Sequence there last summer."
Chris never hear of the group, but kept it upbeat, "Really? Cool. Well, if you think it won't put you to sleep..."
"How about if I do, you give my hand a squeeze?"
Chris thought Scott was cute, in more ways than one!
"I'd love to squeeze your hand!"
By this time, they had reached across the table, almost holding hands, Chris giving the tips of Scott's fingers tiny touchings.
"Cool!"
"Then, maybe we can get some cappuccino and desert afterwards?"
"Cool!" Scott was all for it. He wanted, but didn't push his luck. It was on his mind to do so, a `nightcap', but his cell struck up a tune, "I gotta take this."
It was his mom, calling from the store, wondering if he had a good time at Tom's last night, which Scott of course fibbed. He didn't lie, when his mom asked what he was doing now, saying he was with a friend, whether she thought it was Tom or not.
He agreed with her, "Uh, yeah, I'm staying at Tom's tonight too." He ended the call saying, "Yeah, I'll be in church tomorrow morning." Scott didn't say in return, `love ya', "Okay, see you tomorrow morning, mom. Bye."
"Church?" Chris asks.
Scott knew what gay dudes thought of church-guys, well most of them, "Uh, yeah. I go to keep my mom company."
"They have a choir at your church?"
It seemed to give Scott an `in', or rather out of his predicament, "Sure. They sing every Sunday."
"All right if I go with you tomorrow?"
Scott was excited about that, especially thinking this was not going to be a one-night-stand tonight, "Would be cool."
Then, all that excitement went down the drain, "Oh shit," he says, retracting both hands, looking down at the table.
"Was it something I said?" Chris withdraws both hands, "or did?"
"Nada," Scott replies, with a little sarcasm.
"Oh."
"Look, it's not about you, it's about me. Me and my mom, well, I'm not like..."
"Out?" Chris smiles.
"Right," Scott says.
"That's not a problem."
"It's not?"
"Nah," Chris replies, "I can play along until you do decide, if that's what you want?"
It's then Scott goes into a tirade, hoping all that does not have to be the case, leaving the home front, going off to college and then breaking it to her gently.
"Wise choice," Chris' hands are on the table again.
Seeing this, Scott stretches out his limbs, reaches towards Chris, "Ya think?"
Saying what Scott should be thinking, Chris states, "Sure. You get yourself through high school and have plenty of time to think, while you're away. This way you don't run the risk of springing it on your mom and being kicked out of the house."
"I suppose you're right. So, you think you can put up with an indie-boy tonight, with your Moze-art?"
"Moat-zart! You idiot!"
Truthfully, Mozart wasn't even on the program.
The rest of the afternoon the two walked the streets of the town, eventually holding hands.
Scott thought it cool having a new buddy and it wasn't all about getting into his pants!
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Scott knew he would have to fib to his mom, burying himself deeper into self-deceiving debt. However, the skylight from hell to the above world wasn't too devastating climbing out of, not with Chris there at his side.
"Sleep good?" Chris brushes Scott's hair across his forehead.
"Yeah," Scott smiles, after having once again pushed his finer into Chris' bellybutton.
"You like me there, don't you?"
"No offense," Scott smiles, "but not lying with a muscle dude is a new experience for me."
"Me too," Chris smiles back, "I mean, being with a muscle guy."
Scott also loved Chris' ginger-brown chest and stomach, but it's not like Chris didn't reciprocate, "Can't wait to wet down that hot chest again."
It was like Chris tickled him, Scott saying, "Yeah I did love sucking your nips!"
Then it became a contest, "Not as succulent as your balls?"
It ended there though, Scott having succumbed to Chris last night.
The concert was over too late to go to the cafe. Instead they came right home. Not to his own home, nor Tom's, but Chris' home, in Palma Heights.
At the time, pulling in the driveway, Chris' limo picking them up at the PAC, he joked, "Maybe Rocco and my friends are still awake?"
Ticking away, onto 1am, Scott had asked if Chris knew for sure they were there at all?
"Do we really care?"
Chris had changed his mind, wanting Scott all to himself.
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Next morning, all was on as planned, the two showering, dressing...
"How do I look?" Scott asks, dressed in Chris' clothes.
"Um, like you got fitted for 2 sizes too big?" Chris laughs.
Not obese, Chris did have a rounded belly, but he wasn't that far gone for an 18-year old.
Scott unbuttons the inflated shirt, "Now what do we do?"
"I think my bro might have something that fits you."
Without warning, Chris begins walking out of the room.
Like a lost puppy, Scott follows.
Comes to find out, Chris has a twin brother. He was away at boarding school.
It struck Scott kind of weird, "He's on boarding school and you're in public school? Like, how does that work?"
Chris, staring in the mirror in Jared's room, width which could accommodate 2, "It's complicated."
Gesturing, turning a door handle or turning off a pot of boiling water on the stove, Scott says, "That's the end of that!"
"Huh?" Chris holds his tie at both sides, staring in a strange way at Scott.
"The complicated' bit. Like a person knows not to go there,' because if you do, you're going to get the same reaction. `Or', it's none of my business, so fuck me for not minding my own business!"
Scott did mind both their businesses. Without saying, he physically turns Chris towards him and starts buttoning up his shirt.
"What're you doing?"
"You're just like your uncle."
"Uncle Dirk?"
"Yep. Keeping secrets until it pleases you and works in your favor."
"Oh really?" Chris makes a weird gesture, licking his lips. If it had to with his uncle, he would most likely know what it was, since he was closer to Uncle Dirk than even his own parents. "And what does it have to do with Uncle Dirk?"
Buttoning the top bottom, sealing off view of all that luscious ginger-brown chest fur, Scott says, "It's complicated!"
His smile told Chris he wasn't going to loosen up his lips, until Chris did the same.
"My mom and dad are divorced. I was more into my mom and Jared more into dad. When dad left to live with his mistress in Europe, Jared gave mom a hard enough time, she relented and now Jared goes to boarding school in Switzerland."
"While you're stuck in public school?"
"Well, Uncle Dirk did try to get me into your school, but mom was set dead against it. She's an atheist."
Not afraid to speak his feelings, Scott says, "Man, you've got some screwed up family!"
It only made Chris smile, saying, "Yeah," but also sending a message, "and maybe you'll be that oasis in the desert, I've been looking for!"
Scott wasn't deep into stuff like that, saying, "Does my head look like a coconut?"
Smiling, Chris was falling for him, "No. More like a pineapple!"
"Really?" Scott continues the folly, looking into the mirror, sizing up his head, like he was fixing his hair.
Soon he's staring at two, heads, Chris behind him, gazing at them both.
Scott doesn't flinch a muscle, Chris kissing him on the neck.
In a long drawl, Scott says, "We'll beeee late for church?!"
Cooling it with the foreplay, Chris says, "It'll be for a good cause?"
"Yes, but we can put off the good cause, for later?"
Nudging the knot of his neck tie up to the collar, Scott suddenly turns around, pecks Chris on the lips, grabs his hand and drags him out of the room, "we don't want to keep mom waiting. She'll get suspicious!"
Church went along fine.
Chris liked the choir, even though it wasn't the professional group his ears were used to.
Tom did show up, Grant with him. This surprised Scott. He was glad, because his mom really like Tom. One of his superlatives, Tom could be such a dingbat, making people all round laugh their asses off!
After the service, they gather around in a circle of 7, Scott leaning into his mom, "Uh, who are these two walking towards us?"
Scott always feared his mom would find out he was gay, behind his back and any given Sunday, some elders of the church could throw a bag over his head, kidnap him, ship him off to some gay-rehabilitation boot camp. These looked like the exact type!
"Oh, this is Ivan and Marco. They came into my store yesterday."
One of the dudes, Scott could not disagree he looked fox. Had to be in his 30's, dark hair, fair skin, goatee. `Yeah, really hot!'
"Unh-huh," Scott's eyes dodged between the two, leery of which one would suddenly pull the hood out of his pocket.
"Hi," one of them stuck a hand out, "I'm Marco and this is my partner, Ivan."
"You're partner?" Scott acts like a 15-year old, "You're gay?"
Mrs. Juarez, acting the way Scott pictured as being, throws her son off guard, "Don't worry Scotty..."
Chris does mouth the word, `Scotty?'
"I'm okay with them being gay, although at the beginning of our conversation yesterday, I had to admit I was reluctant to hear anything they had to say."
Scott could not believe his ears, nor eyes, watching his mom give a gay man a hug!
Dumbfounded, he was happy Chris was there to take up the slack.
"Hi guys," Chris offers a hand, "I'm Chris."
The blond, steps forward, takes Chris' hand, "I'm Ivan. Welcome to the church." Then realizing this is his first time at the Episcopal house of worship, "I think it's okay, even though it's my first time too?"
Seeing Chris and Ivan's hands lingering a little too long for comfort, Scott says, "Hey, you two guys want to break it up?"
Chris, who cordons off the shallow perimeter, says in a low decibel, "I think your mom will be cool with you being gay?"
"It's not that," Scott turns and starts walking away. I don't want it to come out like this."
Following, Chris says, "I guess it does matter that you want to tell her 1 on 1." That was his plan, like Scott, after he made the college scene.
Eluding the public, Scott finds himself in the pastor's office. The pastor isn't there, but glancing at his desk, while thinking up what he's going to do about coming out to his mom, he sees PFlag and other pamphlets on the pastor's desk, asking the wind, "What the hell are these doing here?"
"Maybe I help you?"
In his present state of mind, the voice scared the hell outta him, Scott throwing the gay pamphlet on the desk, like returning a stolen watch!
"Who are you?" Scott knew it wasn't the pastor.
"Pastor Dodge, but you can call me, Michael."
"What happened to the `old' pastor?"
Michael smiles, replies, "What happens when you get old and feel you've served your time...he retired."
Then, regarding the rainbow-colored brochures, "Is this your desk?"
"That it is," Michael sits down behind it.
It then strikes Scott, not realizing he's acting like an interrogator, "How come you're dressed like that? It's Sunday."
Sitting up in his chair, Michael figures the best way to get off on the right foot is to confess all, "Have a seat, why don't you?"
"I'm okay standing."
Scott wanted to give Michael his full attention, but dammit! That handsome, bearded face, matching the rug at the V-opening of his shirt, it was so alluring...
"You're going to see some changes around here. First of all, I'm gay." He paused.
"You're what?!"
It made the pastor laugh, "Sorry. I usually get two reactions. Either I should get ready to be railroaded out of here, or an accepting hug." Cocking his head, like he was thinking, "Now, come to think of it, those on the board who voted against me, did give me strange looks. No bother about that now. I think they left the church."
By the time Michael voices his opinion, based on his own words, he notices Scott sitting.
"So, as I saying you're going to be seeing a lot of changes around here."
"Like, Ivan and Marco?"
The pastor was starting to form an opinion of Scott, which was totally opposite of original thoughts, "You're not by chance, against the change in the atmosphere of the church?"
"You mean, the gay thing?"
"Yeah," Michael smiles, "the `gay' thing."
He should have been very happy to meet Ivan, Marco, Pastor Dodge, welcomed new ideas of how the church could be operated, more accepting to the community, but Scott was pinned down by his own thoughts, "I...I just don't know what my mom is going to think of me."
Still smiling, Pastor Dodge stares at Scott, saying, "Is this about `the gay thing'?"
"Guys tell me I'm masculine."
Sitting back, first tight-lipped, raising one brow, Michael says, "I would never be able to tell!"
"Really?" Scott began to weaken.
"Uh," the pastor put on this face, like he had practiced it in the mirror 500 times, "maybe I sensed it a little bit."
Regardless of what pastor had on his face, Scott opens up a bit, "I like your shirt. Why is it you're not dressed for church?"
"Sunday morning youth event. Part of my plan to loosen up with the community, draw in new blood."
Feeling very comfortable with Pastor Dodge, Scott responds, "wouldn't an intravenous be easier?"
Standing, pastor says, "How about a hug?"
Be nature, not minding a hug from a hot guy, Scott stands, but stops right beyond arms-length, "Is it okay for you to do something like that?"
"Well, it's not we're going to rip our clothes off and head for the sofa, is it?"
Scott called his bluff, "I wouldn't mind!"
They did head to the sofa, but with their clothes on. Scott yapped on and on about how, when, where he was going to come out to his mom.
"Tell you the truth," Michael says, "I'm really amazed how accepting you mom is. I have a feeling she is one of the ones who voted for me."
"Don't get your hopes up. She runs a Christian bookstore, you know?"
"I didn't, until Ivan and Marco began calling on her store, for church supplies."
Trying to put 1+1 together, it wasn't adding up, Scott saying, "Are they like you're gay Christian mafia, or something?"
Another strange face, Michael says, "Something like that!"
Then he laughed his ass off, which became infectious.
"You're a funny guy," Scott says, sitting there on one end of the sofa.
"I dunno," he was modest, "it just comes out."
"At least, when it comes out, it's funny. My mom, I'm still not sure about coming out."
Looking at his watch, which wasn't on his hairy wrist, Pastor Dodge looks up at the clock on the wall, "And that's not working. You wouldn't happen to know the time?"
Scott takes out his cell, "Almost noon."
Putting his hand out, Scott thought it was meant to shake.
"Oh, I thought I'd put my number in your phone, if you want it for any reason...meaning support!"
Handing it to the zany pastor, Scott says, "I know what you meant!"
Scott dares to say, "I suppose, a handsome guy like you, you get hit on a lot. How do you handle something like that, being a pastor?"
"First I alert him I'm a pastor, at church so-and-so and if he's still interested, I give him my number!"
"What the," Scott watches himself, not bent totally on going to hell, "hey?"
"I meant, the number of the church."
"Oh. That's different."
"Yeah, amazingly, guys do follow up with a visit to church."
"I don't doubt it," Scott says, based on the hotness, seemingly emanating from the hot man's whole presence.
"Uh, you're adult enough for me to change in here...I mean, you wouldn't mind, would you?"
Shrugging both shoulders, Scott replies, "It would be my pleasure!"
They both laughed together.
Exiting the pastor's study, Tom was pacing the hallway.
"What's up bro?"
"Um," Tom didn't immediately speak.
All their lives, from the time they came to know each other, Scott could name the look, Tom with a hand in one pocket, deep, like he was taming his cock, other hand scratching the back of his neck, he had done something worth regretting.
"Go on. Tell me what you've done."
Pastor Dodge says, "I've got to get back, before the coffee's cold. Catch up with you two later?"
Scott signifies, `yeah.'
Before turning the corner, the pastor yells, "And I want to know all the gritty details!"
"Nice guy, huh?" Tom says.
"Something I might not think of you, after you tell me what's going on?"
Tom could do no wrong, say nothing wrong. So deeply, madly in love, friends for life, that's the way it was between them.
"I told Ivan and Marco, growing up, we were more than friends."
Calling it like it is, Scott says, "So, is that anything to play with yourself?"
Hand still in his pocket, Tom pulls it out, "Oh. That. Well, I guess I left a little something out."
"Which is?"
First biting a lip, Tom reveals, "When I was talking to the two dudes, your mom was standing with her back to Marco..."
"And?"
"She, uh, heard every word I said?"
Tom walked backwards, back to the wall, waiting for the angry lion to pounce on him.
Walking up to him, Scott says, "You're lucky I'm me and not some other guy, or I probably would have disabled the apparatus between your legs."
"Um," Tom gulps, "thanks for not doing that, bro. You mad at me?"
"What did mom say?"
"Um," Tom spoke slowly, pacing his words, "she was okay and fortunately for you and me, Ivan and Marco kind of got the drift of her feelings, responding to me and..."
"You wanna cut the crap, Thomas?"
`Thomas', well that was something Tom could relate to, Scott not fooling around, "She was okay with it."
"Really? She wasn't calling the men in the white coats to come and get me?"
Tom was sensing something here, "I think you have Ivan and Marco to thank for that?"
From adamant to mild mannered, Scott gains a more softened composure, "Really?"
"Really," Tom squeezes his buds hand. "Pastor Dodge, he's really cute...eh?"
"So, here you are," Chris comes walking down the hallway, "I've been looking all over for you, Scott!"
Tom says, "I think he's madly in love with you."
"What makes you think I'm not?"
"In love with me?" Tom responds.
Scott grabs Chris' arm, "C'mon. I want to introduce my mom to my new boyfriend!"
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In dreams, what happens, beautiful occurrences are sadly lost. Bad things, it's good they never happened.
Same scenario, when a person is bopped on the head and with time, works his way through a long, long slumber, referred to in medical terms as a coma.
Slowly, Scott try to open his eyes. He panicked a little when they seemed like they were glued shut. Trying to move a hand to wipe the `sleepies' out of his eyes, Scott had a new reason to be fearful, his arm not moving.
Then he saw the reason, a hand in his, he followed the trail-marker, and moving his head as best he could, locked in the same position for so long, found his way to, "Ta-Tah-hm?"
Without warning, Tom springs awake and is yelling like a cheerleader, "Oh shit! Doctor, you gotta come quick!"
While Tom waited for his bud to wake up out of the coma, which Scott had been in for the past 22 days, he befriended one of the interns there, who was pulling the `graveyard' shift.
First time they met, the last words left on Tom's brain was, `I'll be there for ya.'
It worked for both, because Jeremy, the intern, had been late to work more times than he or his boss could count.
After he met Tom, Jeremy hadn't been late once.
"What's up?" Jeremy asks, storming in the room.
"Scott...that's what's up," Tom replies.
Checking some vitals, Jeremy asks, "His blood pressure is elevated a little."
"That's good, right?"
"What else happened?" Jeremy says, checking some other vitals, pulling at Scott's eyelids to check.
"I swear, he opened his eyes, not all the way, but then tried to say my name. Tell me he's going to be all right?"
Seven years older than Tom, Jeremy regarded him as the sweet innocence of youth. Since being brought up in a different environment, lower middle class, Jeremy has had to work for everything he's gained today. Surely, the developing relationship with Tom is one of those possessions he wasn't going to jeopardize. Not which he was about to break any rules over, except allowing him into the recovery room, he bent the rules a little!
Standing there, Tom had approached him, the situation remain almost comical.
Walking over, Tom set his forehead on Jeremy's shoulder. No other part of his physique touch him, except head bowed, as if resigning to fate.
As fate would have it, Jeremy reaches up, glides both palms up the sides of Tom's arms, right up to the shoulder. Gently he peels the forehead off his blue uniform, "We're doing all we can for him."
A smile meant much for Tom, more importantly, smeared across Jeremy's lips, "Can I have that in writing," it made him feel comfort, his boyfriend's sweet deliverance.
Patting him on the cheek, Jeremy says, "Ye, who have little faith," he cocks his head, "I think that's how it goes?"
Momentarily, Tom dropped his focus, which should have been on his bud. Shrugging both shoulders, "I dunno. We'll have to ask Scott," he turns around, faces the bed, "when he snaps out of it."
It's then that both Tom and Jeremy take notice, "See! I told ya!"
Rushing over to bedside, Jeremy follows, "I see what you mean."
Tom stands back, watching Jeremy take some of Scott's vitals.
"Uh, maybe this is a good time for you to disappear?"
The look on Jeremy's face reinforced what they have already talked about. Like a well-rehearsed script, Tom says, "Oh sure. You come and get me, if anything happens?"
"I will," Jeremy goes back to checking on Scott.
While waiting around in the special room, outside the intensive care recovery unit, Tom dwells on `his' way of trying to get his bud snap out of it. It first struck him, the way he wooed some dude out of a deep sleep, reaching a hand in, weaving it under the sheets, till he hit the dude's stalk. Peeking underneath the sheet, Tom's head dipped under the covers. Finding his target, his tongue became a tool of mass awakening.
Same principle, except Tom didn't use his tongue, because Jeremy had instructed him not to disturb Scott in any way, to allow him to naturally wake up out of the deep, induced sleep. So, with a surgical glove on one hand, he wove a hand in between the sheets, until he found...
Tom hadn't intended on picking the sheet up to look, rather feel his way there. Feeling something strange with Scott's soft hardware, it wasn't all that soft. It shocked Tom, into seeing for the first time, a catheter lodged in a dude's dick!
Well, it wasn't the absolute first time. Just the first time, `live.' Pictures, online, at some s&m website, Tom had seen a very cleverly-crafted picture. A still of a dude, lying eagle-spread on a wooden table, naked, a tube stretched from the tip of his shaft all the way over to another table. On it was another dude, only the tube ended in his mouth!
After seeing one of these implanted in Scott's cock, Tom was glad he knew one of the nurses at the hospital, in particular one whom could take a random question and not be intimidated by the asking.
The first time the two met each other, they knew the other was gay. Over the 22 days Scott was in the coma, a relationship had developed. Thrilled, Tom was taken with Jeremy, over not just he was sweet and compassionate, but he also liked to do other stuff with could rock a guy's pleasure center. So, wasn't reluctant at all to ask, if the catheter, Jeremy's tech term, were the same kind of apparatus a sir' would use on his boy', or in this case, 2 slaveboys?
With total confidence of Jeremy being with Scott, Tom wasn't worried, except that he had hoped his bud would wake up and all this waiting would be over. Next to enter Tom's brain, was a thought about himself conjoined with another dude, wired up the same way as a video.
When he mentioned this to Jeremy, his boyfriend, who could also play the part very effectively, a dominant figure, said he'd much rather have Tom on the receiving end!
"Tom?"
Seeing Jeremy half in, half out of the door, he runs over, "What's up?" he hoped for the best.
"Sleeping beauty has awakened!"
"Must've been the kiss!"
"I instructed you not to touch?"
"I know," Tom says, with an apologetic look.
Looking around, seeing one other dude in the waiting room, Jeremy says, very secretive, "I'll take care of whipping your butt later!"
Normally, to such a comment, Tom would come back with a feeling of want. Under a different circumstance, he play it cool, "How long before I can talk with Scott?"
"Think you can find something to do for two hours?"
Tom said he could, thought about leaving and coming back, but then decided he wanted to be there in case Scott was out of recovery early.
He sat. He got up and walked around. Out the corner of his eye, a couple of times he stalked the dude, whom had slumped to one side of the chair, dozing.
It got his mind off Scott for a few moments, sitting across from the dude. He smiled, watching, the guy, eyes still closed, moving around in his chair. What made Tom a little more than gleeful, the dude, looking maybe 10 years older than himself, had shifted into a position whereas it tightened up his pants around his groin region. Secondary turn on, it contorted the buttons of his shirt. Not muscular, nor average, the dude was more `chunky.' In respect to this, Tom felt the need to wet his lips, seeing a carpet of dark brown hair in between stretching buttonholes. Tom wanted to touch himself, seeing a gap above the dude's navel. He couldn't tell if it were deep or shallow, but if he could view in between all the wrinkles, most likely depth would be hidden by all that fur!
Fortunately for Tom, when the dude did wake up out of his slumber, he squeezed his eyes tightly shut, raising his arms above his head.
Oh man,' he thought, the shirt pulling right out of the dude's pants. Wow,' the view was beautiful!
He didn't say anything to Tom, walking over to the coffee machine. He studied the machine, reading over all the info about tea, coffee, light, dark, cream or milk.
Then, to Tom's amazement, the puts a hand up under his shirt, lifting it, to `scratch'?
The view was impeccable. Standing sideways to him, Tom could tell where the indentation' of the dude's stomach told him the navel resembled a button', holding the belly in. All around was a covering of dark brown hair. Against the far wall, he could see zillions of hair fibers.
Then the dude dropped his shirt and still staring at the selections, says, "Coffee, tea or me?!"
Of course Tom knew what he wanted, "You, with extra creme?"
He learned the dude's name is Marco and his partner, Ivan, had been admitted to intensive care, after a mountain climbing fall.
So, Tom wound up with something to do, exchanging history with Marco, but finding out some more important info; in an open relationship, both very romantic, but liking kinkier stuff when it came to hooking up with other guys.
Tom share he was a left-back senior high school student, attending Catholic school.
From there, Marco recalled one of their group get togethers, the scenario, a head priest getting fucked over by a group of his own monks, made horny by drinking too much communion wine!
He was glad he took the initiative to stay, Jeremy coming back after an hour, "Well, it's out!"
Not blind, Jeremy did take notice of Tom sitting, enjoying coffee, with the dude who was in the waiting room when he left.
"That's great!" Tom replies. "Uh, this is Marco. We were just talking."
Colloquial saying, Jeremy renders, "Do I know you?"
"Maybe," Marco smiles.
Jeremy told him he would be back and escorted Tom to Scott's side.
He was woozy, barely able to speak, but Scott was so happy to see Tom, that when his bud hugged him in the bed, he shed some tears!
"Don't talk." Then Tom just felt compelled to ask, "How's your dick feeling?"
It made Jeremy giggle.
Tom looks up, "What?"
"Well," Jeremy says, "I've heard worse, like the wife who finds out her husband is fine, then screams like hell at him for wrecking the car!"
"I hope you slapped the bitch?"
Then Tom feels a tug on the pocket of his pants.
Telepathically, Tom was feeling the message, `What about me?'
"Oh right," Tom says to Jeremy, pointing a finger towards Scott, "forgot, I'm here for him!"
"You've got 10 minutes and I'll be back," Jeremy says.
Leaving one last quip, Tom says, "Are you sure that's enough time to find out where you and Marco met?"
"Shut-up and mind your own business!" Jeremy lets himself out.
Truthfully, Jeremy was gone a long time, which wasn't a bad thing.
Being he couldn't talk much at first, Tom took the helm and told Scott how he got to be in the hospital, "Yeah, it was some fierce thunder storm and when the sirens started to go off, we were all herded into the basement. I tried hard to find you, bro, but couldn't. Then Jimmy said he thought he saw you. He saw' you all right, running away from the nun'!"
Scott followed with a raspy, "Oh."
"So, I just assumed you were there with us, buried under a pile of freshman, or something. Anyway, the tornado got us. The fire department had to pry some junk loose that had fallen on the basement door. If it wasn't for Dooz knocking with a pipe, we'd have all been ghosts!"
"Doo-ooz..." Scott said, stopped, said again, "Dooz...where..."
"Oh, Dooz is fine. You, you're the one we were worried about. I mean, when I found out you weren't in the shelter, dude, man I was really freakin' out!"
Tom explains on how Dooz was branded with hero status that day, when a tornado tore the community in half, the custodian remembering Scott had been in the basement office.
"Good for you, luckily you picked the strong wall, near the bookcase, or else you would've been flatter than a tortilla, bro."
Scott wanted to so very much explain his theory about the bookcase, the hidden room...
...how his friend was stripped naked, Tom hanging from an `x' frame
...the school security guards being there, Caulley taking an interest in Tom
...the other, Ed Famigliari, dark, hairy front, an observation Scott made, the `v' of Ed's shirt, hoping someday to catch him shirtless or shirt parted down the middle would do,
...his track coach, tied to a rack, waiting for the `mechanic' to put the finishing details on the apparatus, setting it in motion,
...the slew of boys whom made his dream spin, Grant, Rocco...Chris,
Chris made Scott sad, to think it were a dream...
Right in the middle of his rethinking, Scott fell asleep.
Tom reported back to the waiting room, again meeting up with Marco.
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Copyright 2016 T. Chase McPhee
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