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ALeK iN wONdeRfULaNd 20
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Normally a neat-nut, from experiences in the wilderness, having a place for everything; everything in its place, this was not what concerned Edward at the moment. Shucking pants, briefs, socks and shoes, they lay scattered on the floor. Digging through his duffle, the place looked like a hurricane had just come through.
"Ah, here you are," Edward treated the Billabong swim trunks like a best friend, rescued from the bottom of a well!
Stepping out the door, he was surprised as hell, "Glenn? What're you doing here?"
Except the patterned, red bandana on his head, Glenn didn't have a stitch of clothing on, which totally shocked Edward!
"Making sure you're not being overdressed?"
A grin on Glenn's face, Edward got the hint, reinforced by a finger hanging on the edge of the Billabongs, pulling at the little tied-bow, threatening to untie the knot, same time exposing more than the swath of dark, ginger-brown hair.
"Really, Glenn? You're swimming like that?" Edward teased, top of his Billee-bongs resting on the crook of his cock.
Confident Edward hasn't gone swimming in his `birthday suit' at one time or another, Glenn says with prediction, "We're wilderness dudes...remember?"
Wanting Glenn to know he wasn't some old prude, Edward takes advantage of his lingering finger, "Well, you going to get me out of this suit, or what, mate?"
It's the link to how Glenn came to be, more the outdoorsy type, having grown up with only a mother, a sometimes-there father figure and a loving brother. Somehow he survived the wild life of growing up, taking life with its good times and working through difficult situations.
"Really?" it was like Glenn asked permission.
Eyes locked, Edward took Glenn's hand in his, forcing him to peel the trunks down over the crooked neck of a slowly growing stiffie, "Still okay with it?"
Since he had fixed his eyes on Edward, Glenn hadn't peered down to see if he was `okay with it,' but the anxiety became too great, "Wow! For an old man you sure know how to pack it in!"
"Yeah, well next time you take my pants down, don't let the edge slap up against my balls?"
"Sorry about that," Glenn could relate, an elastic waistline slapping the underside of the sacs, whether it be the other dude's accidentally allowing the slingshot to slip, or purposefully!
Really, since Edward's giant pods were feeling a different sort of pang, other than what a wallop to the balls could provide an impact undesirable, he says, "Well, they do feel a little stingy, like maybe they're needing some TLC?"
Feeling like something was on the tip of Glenn's tongue, perhaps tongue itself, Edward smiled and waited.
"Hey, bro, you haven't had your swim yet?"
Seeing double, except for the amount of clothing on, Edward was ready to slap himself across the cheek, "Glenn?" he points, "there's like, two of you?"
"Oh," Glenn grins, "I didn't tell you. My brother is also my twin!"
Walking the length of half the front of the cottage, Glenn is surprised, his brother swiping right past, "Hi. I'm Garrett, as you've already noticed, my twin bro."
Thinking on it, `two' was better than one, but Garrett, if he thought Glenn was muscled, lean, his twin was even more so, "It's really nice to know, a fellow muscle man."
Past encounters, whenever either of the twins came upon the other, with another man, there were telltale signs of whether one or the other should infringe on the other bro's man-interest. Having past the test, walked past Glenn, without getting bod-blockt, Garrett says, "You look like you keep yourself together pretty well, without pins and glue?"
Garrett had hit one of Edward's recall' buttons, with the mention of pins', thinking back to his college years, drunk and up for a challenge of seeing how many pins a guy could take, straight pins piercing his chest. With the overgrown foliage, no one could tell which way or the other, of Edward's kinky fetish, "I try."
Perhaps twins could really sense each others feelings, which is why Garrett, without saying, puts a hand on Edward's hairy abs, feels up the ripples, "Is this all yours or do you have implants?"
Knowing it was a line, not which Edward was ready to put the brakes on any time soon, he says, "Implants for a sixpack? Not that would be an idea!"
Glenn had had enough of standing there, while his brother and Edward had discovery time together, "Uh, I'm going for my swim now?"
Whether they heard, or not, was immaterial. Garrett was here to pick up his brother and if he stay longer, perhaps they would be eating out tonight...or in!
"You look somewhat overdressed for a place like this?"
Garrett smartly says, "I'm not like Glenn. I work in an air-conditioned office, though we work for the same company."
Having felt a connection with Glenn, Edward didn't feel much different, other than the tempo, Garrett much more a macho type, "Well, then can I invite you in to get ready for a swim?"
"I usually take in the hot tub and then a cool shower."
Edward, doing the leading this time, pokes 2 fingers in, above Garrett's belt buckle, coaxes him inside, "How about I save you a step, skip the hot tub and go right to the cold shower?"
"Hmm," Garrett didn't mind being dragged into bigfoot's abode, "I just wonder if it's true, a human tongue's saliva having healing powers?!"
Since Glenn had walked from the pool area, back to his cottage, with everything hanging out, Edward replies, "I take it not many bother wearing much around the resort? Then again, I'm probably contradicting myself, seeing you with way too many articles of clothing on?"
"Oh, you didn't know?" Garrett smiles, having felt Edward's hands, busy at work!
"Know what?"
"It's gay-owned and the owners don't mind the eye candy!"
"As I've already seen," Edward clears his throat. Subconsciously, he was gearing himself up for whatever Garrett had below the belt.
"Well, are you going to leave me here on your doorstep, melting in the sun?"
Even though the word play, Edward with such desire, wanting Garrett inside, in his private domain, they still were exposed to the radiant sun.
With Garrett glancing down, smiling, Edward excuses himself, cupping a hand over cock and balls, "Oh, I didn't mean for it to do that!"
"Not a problem," Garrett replies, following Edward's lead, door held open for him to pass through.
Inside, in private, the whole scenario changes, picks up speed.
Garrett had tons of catching up to do. Whereas Edward had been half coaxed out of his swim trunks, all it took was to let go and they fell down his knees.
Semi-formal business dress, Garrett didn't need an undershirt under his white dress shirt, skin pale enough to accommodate the dressed-up, business look.
"Oops!"
"What?" Garrett changes from staring Edward in the face to looking down, into his own shirt.
"I broke your button. I think it went zinging off over that way," Edward nods, but doesn't tear his attention from the twin too long.
"That's okay," Garrett takes the sides of his shirt, ripping it open, the last two buttons zinging off on their own, "I've got another one in the closet."
"Wow," Edward was quite taken by Garrett's lack of fat-cells, but adding something not completely thought through, "you're hot!"
Without even taking his shirt off, Garrett wove Edward up in his arms and as he moved in for a kiss, "I hope you like your men on the young side?"
After the emotional kiss, Edward couldn't find any complaints. Whereas Garrett dwell on age, Edward found merit in, "I hope you like your men, hairy?"
Just the opposite, Garrett kept the fuzz low-cropped, since he worked out and found all that dense foliage could get in the way, "I hope you don't mind I do some man-scaping?"
Right now, it didn't seem like it mattered to either, Edward going for the 27-year old's belt, before the shirt had even left Garrett's back.
However, in an effort to really get the boulder rolling, Garrett helped Edward help himself, ridding his back of the shirt, kicking off his dress shoes, and when all that was left is the briefs, "I got it," he took the edges, bent over to bring his briefs to his ankles and steps out, "well, what do you see, which Glenn doesn't have?"
"Hmm," Edward places his right elbow in his left palm, hand to his face, deciding, "I never sucked two at once!"
It's one of the things a man is on the lookout for, themselves being a natural born sucker' or fucker', what the other guy is, hoping for a perfect match, "Well, I don't ask for much," Garrett says, "just do me quick, being all the sap seeps out!"
"In time," Edward makes it known he doesn't like his sex rushed. Whether Garrett took the hint or walked away, he learned a long time ago, you can't force a guy into a position he doesn't want to be in. Unless, you're in the process of raping his ass...then you will want to force the issue!
"Mm," Garrett found out something he was liking, "I'm thinking you're like me, Edward, wanting to take it nice and slow? Make it last?"
"Uh, yeah, but I'm kind of under the impression, right now it ain't gonna last!"
He had felt it already, follicles of hair touching the front of Garrett's manscaped stomach, pecs as they leaned together for kissing.
They never broke apart, collapsing onto the bed, still getting into the throes of some hot foreplay.
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Meanwhile, out by the pool, Glenn's grand entrance had left the guys at the pool speechless. Those who were chatting, after an elbow to the ribs, grabbing their attention, shut up real quick, seeing Glenn `bouncing' as he walked to the pool.
"How's the water?" Glenn asks no guy in particular. Since viewing blurry colors, waist height in the pool, he knew his lack of coverup teased the hell outta the boys!
"I think I'm ready for a dip," Wyatt says.
Tom, Alek's former interest, who's developed a `very open' relationship with Wyatt, pulls Wyatt's arm, "Hang on. I saw him first!"
"Tah-h-h-h-hm!" his voice trails off, getting hit by splashes of water. Soon enough though, Wyatt was on Tom's tail, almost at his paddling feet!
The others, seeing Glenn bare-assed, became a bunch of copycats, peeling off their speedos. A barrage of sound, wet speedos hitting the outer apron of the pool, soon enough white asses bobbed to the surface, guys set to swimming.
Where Johnny was concerned, he stay in his board shorts and unlike the others, didn't dive in or like some, made a beeline for the first ladder out of the pool. Instead, Johnny walked over to where poolside was littered with swimsuits, "You guys are such slobs!"
"Not going in, Johnny?"
First he saw the feet, then traveled up the hairy legs, until Johnny could look up, see a closeup, first hand account of a stuffed speedo. However, above the pubic line, the scenery changed. It was not the picture of youth, but rather gray hair below the navel. Above, a gray swath over the stomach, pecs adorned with a mix or gray, white and darker fur, Johnny could only skip a heartbeat, "Huh?"
Sitting down next to Johnny, wet suit making a slapping sound, the bearded man held out a hand a hand, "Hi. I'm Sam-the-caretaker."
Taking the tight grip in his flimsy hand, when Johnny puts 2+2 together, he comes up with, "You work in a graveyard?"
Caretaker, Sam held a keen eye on the comings and goings. A good percentage of the time, he thought it a big plus, working at a gay resort. The straight guys who checked in, unaware, he felt it his job to make them feel welcome. However, spotting the loner, Sam too sensed it his obligation, "Sometimes the resort is deserted."
"No, I didn't mean that," Johnny was ready to set Sam straight.
"I know what you meant!" Sam resorts to logic, "No, I don't `plant' people, but I do love the outdoors!"
In saying so, Sam clasps hands above his head, flaunting his gray pits, moving to the left, then right, until he almost bowls Johnny over, "Sorry `bout that!"
From it, Johnny thinks, "You do yoga?"
"Every morning, midday and right before bed!"
"You must be flexible," Johnny finds an `in' with mutual conversation.
He could visually see Johnny being younger, and like usual, wanted to make the truth known, in case a dude show interest in him, "Well, at 51-years old, I'm not getting any younger!"
It just popped out, Johnny not thinking up clever words, speaking truthfully, translating his feelings, "I don't care if your hair is gray, or what your age is."
"Hmm," Sam could judge what Johnny's interest could be, based on, "did you have a good relationship with your father, while growing up?"
Turning to the nervous trait of picking at his fingers, Johnny submits, "Not really. He was always at work. Only time he pay attention to me is when he found out I was gay. Then he had plenty to say!"
After a few failed relationships, never really getting off the ground, Sam has chosen his words, rather than speak his mind, when talking with the young folk at the resort. At his age, he was still in excellent shape; perky, pink nips on tough pecs, abs distinguishable from the very little fat he packed on his stomach, deep innie holding the almost sixpack shape, and if it went the distance, he could entertain a youthful guy with what he packed in the ball-bag. Strangely, Sam felt different about this `youngster', "If I can be of any help, I'm here for you."
Watching the other guys, some he knew, others strangers, all in the same `love' boat, behaving and misbehaving, Johnny sensed this a place where you could be yourself, which is why he dares to reach his right hand over, place it on Sam's stomach, rubbing, "I like a guy with lots of hair. Am I strange or what?"
Taking Johnny's hand, which had backed off, Sam reapplies it, "Don't stop on my account!"
Shy at times, Johnny starts to sense some kind of impression, breaking down those old walls, "I haven't been with many guys. You can probably tell. Are you okay being with me?"
"I think it's more the other way around. I mean," Sam nods towards the splashing and pranking going on all around, "you could have your pick of any guy in the pool?"
Knowing it himself, through the candid opinion of others, Johnny says, "I'm different. I'm not looking for what they are."
"What is it you're looking for Johnny?"
"Do you think there are guys around who want to be loved and get loved back, or are they all like that?"
All the guys weren't splashing around, like Edward and the guy he was with, sitting at the edge of the pool, feet in the water, having a heart to heart conversation, the younger one feeling up the older one's midsection.
"You mean," Sam says, "like those two at the other end of the pool?"
Having already visited the older guy he knew, and the younger guy with him, Johnny says, "That's Edward. I don't know who the other dude is."
"That's Garrett. He and his twin brother, Glenn, work at the resort."
"Twins? Like, how can you tell them apart?"
"Simple," they both still zone in on the two, "Garrett has tattoos on both arms and never parts with the chain he wears on his left wrist."
"He never takes it off? Must be valuable," Johnny figures.
"To him, yes. Used to belong to his mother. Both boys are alone, after their parents were killed in an auto crash. They only have each other."
Wisely, Johnny says, "Except now, looks like Garrett has Edward!"
Looking at the side of Johnny's face, down his shoulder, at the wrinkled up treasure trail, Sam reads into it, "Sure would be nice to have someone like that, huh Johnny?"
He shifted his gaze just in time, Johnny looking to Sam, then back to what seemed to be Sam's object of visual contact. Formulating his own opinion, "Yeah, would be."
Touch made Sam's head jerk, first feeling Johnny's fingers strum the hair on his stomach, then seeing it, "Oh really? Got anyone in mind?"
Not sure how to put it, not a whiz at prose, Johnny says, "Do you think we could try to be like Edward and Garrett?"
"Like that?" Sam nods.
Now Johnny wasn't sure, watching the two in each others arms, lips locked together, hands moving all over each other, arms, Edward's hand between Garrett's legs, "Uh," he gulps, "wow, they're really getting into it!"
It made Sam giggle, "That they are!"
Regardless of how Edward and Garrett were evolving, Sam took it slow. Following his lead, Johnny just sat there and talked. Normally, Edward would not be shamed by parading about the pool, letting his loose 9c and big balls flop around, but right now he play it cool with Johnny.
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Alek figured he had a mission, though he didn't want to be a pest, keeping Alex on track with making amends with his partner. He figured it his `job' now, making sure hands were kept to themselves, which is why he slaps his ass down on the pool apron, right between Aronold and Alex, "Hey, what's up guys?"
Just about bowling each over, Alex needed to shimmy to his left, Aronold to his right, to keep order in the universe.
Right off, seeing the friction, Aronold says, "I think I'll go see how the lifeguard is making out."
Alex turns to Alek, "Did he mean what I thought he meant?"
Alek replies, "Uh yeah, Aronold likes to make out!"
"Like, I'm a believer!"
Digging right in, Alek says, "I'm glad I caught you two then, before you cheated on Kyle and your family again?"
Alex didn't want to be rude back to Alek, first off because he hadn't come across a drop-dead model in a long time, who could compare with Alek's impeccably great looking bod, handsome, nice package, everything term which defined a model, in his eyes, "Ooh, that really hurt, Alek!"
"Good!"
"Y'know," Alex throws back in his face, "you should get with CK. He's into that stuff!"
Knowing what Alex spoke about, Alek says, "I'm not into the whips and chains," then inquisitive, "you?"
One short, snorty laugh, Alex reveals, "Nah, but I've been to one or two of those kind of parties."
"Anyone I know?" Alek thinking about CK.
"Ritually, once a year, Stephen Braddock has a get together out on his Long Island estate, but that's between you and me?"
"I'm good at keeping secrets. Like, what happens?" Alek had a sudden thirst to know details of Stephen's carefree life.
"First, when you arrive at Stephen's estate, you're sworn to secrecy. I mean, you have to sign a waiver and his attorney is there to make sure you know they mean business."
"Really?" Alek hadn't a clue. "Must be some serious stuff going down!"
"That's only part of it. You have a choice, sign and continue on beyond the table set up in the garden, or go back to the limo Stephen sends out and forget it, you're not partying!"
Alex made it all sound so carefree, though Alek wasn't getting a true picture, "Must be some hot sex going on?"
Alex smiles, knowing Alek hadn't a clue, "Oh, much more than that!"
Going on to tell all, Alex again swore Alek to secrecy, telling about going beyond the gateway of the table set up in the garden, "From there you proceed to the second archway, where your clothes are collected."
"Mm, I like that part," Alek was enjoying the tale so far.
"Then, according to what you filled out on your profile sheet, you are sent to the area where the tops gather, or bottoms."
"And which were you sent to?"
Alex knew this was coming. A toss up at the time, wanting to experience both, "I chose the script above the arch, which read, `Master'."
"I think I'm getting the picture."
"Whichever area you picked, you slowly would see what was up. Regardless of what a guy checked off on his profile sheet, all bottoms came in the same way, hanging from a pole, wrists and ankles bound, curved from the neck to feet, head, cock and balls faced down to the ground."
Alex knew he had to wait for Alek's mind to catch up, which had him look at a hand, Alek feeling himself down the chest, following the hairy stripe which cut his abs in half, leaning back to feel over his navel, detouring around the pubes and by the time he reached a knee, "I really can't imagine it."
"Trust me, it was the hottest thing, seeing a guy with no control over himself, being brought in, like the lamb to the sacrifice!"
His own words made him laugh, having been there and seen all those hot bods being brought in, trussed up, "From the side of a guy in that bondage position, if he was hairy, the fuzz followed the whole contour of the curve, including hairy balls!"
"I think you're making me hard!"
"Really?" Alex had to bend his neck to get a glimpse between Alek's legs.
"A little," Alek says, meaning he faked Alex out. "So, what else happens at these parties?"
Alex share very little details, having an agenda, word as bond, when it came to the legal paper he signed at Stephen Braddock's L.I. estate, chose only some detail, "Like you said, hot sex and all that stuff?"
"So, what does a guy have to do to get invited to Stephen's party?"
Alex thought Alek would never ask, which was easier than filling in all the blanks, "Come with me to the next one!"
"Oh, does Kyle go to these too?"
Wanting to have this settled and not endure the pain of being reminded each mile of the trip, Alex says, "Look, I'm going to get back with Kyle and the boys when I get back home, but I feel like people have been tearing me apart from all sides. I need a vacation, a place where no one knows my name."
It was the first time, since Alek met Alex, he's seen him losing a little control. Sensing all along they could become good friends, Alek places a hand over Alex's shoulder, "Just to let you know, I'm here if you need a shoulder to cry on, Alex."
"Any chance of me lying my head on your beautiful pec?" Alex scrapes a knuckle over Alek's nip!
"Keep doing that and you'll have more than my nip to contend with, Alex!"
It then led Alex off on a tangent, of how sensitive a man's nips are, in particular, CK!
Which is why, at this moment, on a beautiful, sunny afternoon, CK is held up in the Winnegaybo, with Nick...
"Let me know when you can't take it no more, boy."
With self-control, CK had placed hands behind his head.
Sitting on the bed, Nick had CK's legs up on his thighs. Purpose for this, it brought the tip of Nick's cock within striking distance of CK's ass crack.
At the start of working each other, CK, lying there with a clamp on each nip, Nick working the chain, "Oh-h yeah, more please!"
Playing the torture game, Nick gives the chain a twist, "More please, what?!"
"Owch-owch-owch!" CK roars, "more please, sir!"
However, to keep the moment tense, both on edge, Nick liking the dishing out, gives CK's straight shaft a small stroke, "That's a good boy!"
The little stroke lasted for one up and down movement of Nick's slick hand, which made CK whimper, in turn Nick laughing his ass off.
Part in, half out of play, CK blames, "You're such a sadist, Nick!"
"I know," Nick replies, "but it's also making me go beyond the point of no return?"
"Like, I could tell," CK could, feeling Nick's tip travel closer and closer with each little pang of nip-pain.
"Almost there, Cayman, almost there," Nick grabs hold of both of CK's thighs, pulling them both together, cock sammiched in, under CK's balls.
"Careful, Nick, I'm a virgin!"
It started out as roleplay, but matters turning serious, Nick too relinquishes his role for the real thing, "Mm, I love claiming virgin ass," shaft more wanting than lips.
Then, the whole charade folded in, CK getting up, turning over, Nick assuming the position, lining up cock with ass.
Already primed and ready, it took only ten minutes of pumping action, Nick's jackknifed knees opening and closing, CK's brace against the headboard of the bed, one overtaking the other.
Little did either of them notice, Oscar exiting his Lexus. He missed the foreplay, Nick stretching out CK's nips, giving them a hardy workout, but was right there at the back window, the sun on his side, able to peer in without being detected. Over his shoulder hung a suit bag, which soon wound up on the ground behind him, suitcase dropping to the pavement. He happened upon the two right at the time, he assumed, Nick's load was being released, which was a shame, because hands-down-the-pants didn't even `get started', before the finish!
He waited ample time, regathering suit and case, until Oscar thought the place needed airing out, knocking on the door.
CK, about ready to shoot his own load, gasps, "That must be Oscar!"
Of course, it ruined it for CK, having to stop while the lava was working its way up the magma chamber!
"Oh really?" Nick replies. Most of the zing out of his system, the oozing wasn't, collecting on hand and fingers!
Getting themselves together, they meet Oscar in the theater, "I figured I'd wait here, being my ears picked up on the noise?"
Collapsing into the only 2-man sofa, Oscar lookes up, peering at Nick.
Maybe Oscar didn't have a clue, but Nick did, "Enjoy the show?"
Glancing ahead of himself, Oscar looks at the blank, black movie screen, catching Nick in the reflection, "Ah, yeah. Kind of moving scene."
"I can see," Nick looks down.
Oscar covers his crotch with the suit bag!
Two minutes behind Nick, CK says, "Oh, it's you Oscar. You and Nick getting to know each other?" which was also CK's means in lieu of a formal intro.
"Vaguely," Oscar replies.
Truthfully answered, a `vague' exchange of darkness and light, peering through the rear window moments ago, it wasn't much difference than seeing Nick's figure in the distorted Tv reflection, Oscar picking up on watching his new acquaintance standing there, a keen smile on his face, Nick rubbing hands together, which prompts him to say, "Shall we get down to business?"
Standing there, shirtless, Nick replies with a smile, as if a businessman sealing the deal, "I'm ready when you are!"
Because of the reflection, he knew Nick stood there all alone. Jumping to his feet, Oscar also does an about face, "Oh, where did CK go?"
"Ah," Nick was lost for words, thinking Oscar was on his railroad track, "he must've stepped out?"
Oscar knew he had Nick bent out of shape, so made amends, "By the way, you look like you take care of yourself?"
Watching Oscar go up front, disappear between the arch which would take outdoors, Nick is down on himself, "Yeah," he wishes he had washed hands!
When Oscar did drop down the two steps, which brought his feet on solid pavement, he had a feeling CK was eavesdropping, "So, what's the deal? Why did you fly me out here, Cayman?"
He wondered if Nick was in cahoots with CK?
When CK listened in on the two, outside the `Gaybo, it's the impression he got right away and if his intentions of doing a little match-making was gonna work, "Nick had no idea."
Oscar's a sweet guy, but if he sees someone is going behind his back, whether an idea or a stiff dick, "Oh really, CK?"
It was Cayman' when things were casual, but getting down to business, or plain ticked-off, CK' was more direct at getting the boss' attention.
"Uh," CK suddenly developed amnesia.
CK's 5'11, Oscar 6'2, Nick falling somewhere in between, really much taller now, sitting on the passenger side of the van, feet hanging out the door, enjoyed the conversation, especially when CK saw him appear, the redness to the matchmaker's face. More, he's liking the tall stature of Oscar, standing over the boss like a basketball player getting ready to argue with the referee...
"Oh, so even though you think I'm the most valuable player on the team, whiz on the computer, not to mention one of three of your top men, who came up with trip information first and foremost," Oscar built himself up, not which he was so into himself, only to prove a point, "to bring me out of the office and as you put it, on the phone the other day, `to soak up some sunshine', to interfere with my dating life?"
CK knew Oscar was angry, but not a type of anger in which he was ready to swing the bat and score, "Calm down, Oscar," he rubs Oscar's arm.
Part of his proving, Oscar moves his arm out of CK's reach!
The observer, Nick smiles, thinking how fun a 3-some could be, himself and Oscar playing' with their toy'...then Nick shuts-up his thoughts, thinking what if' Oscar wasn't in the least, a bottom'?
"Let me put it this way," CK's back was to Nick, parked carcass in the passenger seat, "I've thought about it and I'm not ready to settle down."
Nick was aghast, CK saying almost the same thing, but on the contrary, wanting to find a romantic man, who could go off on a tangent, when the mood warranted it, doing a little s&m roleplay.
Oscar saw what CK didn't, the look on Nick's face, which prompted him to get dirty, "Oh really, Cayman? Have you shared your intentions with Nick?"
The nod Oscar gave put CK in an awkward position.
Though, he didn't need to confirm what he thought was true, feeling a hand on his shoulder, CK saying a nervous, "Nick, I can explain," he turns his back to Oscar.
Allowing CK to know he heard every word, Nick replies, "You just did!"
Then Oscar gets back in the fight, "Seems like there's more than 1 hidden agenda, huh Nick?"
Reading each other's mind, Nick liked the way Oscar thought. A devious prank building in his mind, Nick weaves his arms up and under CK's pits, pulling arms upward, into a full nelson pose, "How about I hold him and you work'em over?"
Somehow, what was to be nicely threatening, made CK's balls boil, saying the opposite of what he was feeling right now, whimpering, "Oh c'mon guys...don't get rough on me!"
Then it became a circus, Oscar moving hands up, under CK's parted shirt, "I could get into this," he starts tickling ribs!
"Oh my!" Nick says, barely able to hold CK, squirming out of the full nelson.
When Oscar lets up, Nick drops his arms, "Where did you learn that trick?"
Sending a message, Oscar replies, "From my buddies back east. Quite strangely, I found out Cayman likes to play games and I don't mean Monopoly!"
From almost being tickled to death, CK finally caught his breath, stopped his wiggling around on the ground, "Someone want to help an old man up?"
Oscar wasn't ready to stop cracking on CK, "Really, Cayman, looks like you're `up' without our help!"
Though, Oscar's hand was already there, to heave CK to his feet.
While doing so, Nick comments, "Do you think we should interfere?"
"By all means!" Oscar replies.
From afar, anyone else would think there were two hoodlums, trying to force a kidnapped victim into the camper.
Already into himself and the role, CK was shouting, "What are you going to do to me?"
They decided on shutting out the onlookers, Oscar and Nick placing CK in one of the theater seats.
"If I know Cayman," Oscar says, "he's got a toy or two, stashed around here someplace?"
"Y'mean like tweaker-toys and other shit?" Nick replies.
"Tweaker-what?"
Nick laughs. Yeah, he could get in the whole s&m thing, but he wasn't totally serious, throwing a little humor in, "Y'know," he `tweaks' both his own nips with fingers and thumbs, "tweak-tweak!"
Getting it, Oscar giggles.
CK, feeling left out, says, "Well, you think I can get some of that tweaky-stuff, too?"
Oscar takes control, "You go get the `tweaker-toys' and I'll tie up our prisoner!"
"Aye-aye, sir!" Nick salutes and hustles away.
The whole time Nick was gone, all CK could talk about, was not how much joy he was about to receive, but, "Nick's a cool guy...very masculine...and those muscles...you like him, Oscar?"
"How come, when I was back in New York, you didn't tell me exactly why you were flying me out here?"
Stripping down, CK explains, "Because I knew how you got burned in your last relationship. I wanted you to get to know Nick before you made any judgements over the phone?"
In all real sense, Oscar did agree with CK on all the superlatives, right down to liking some kinky stuff, not which he was dead set against a romantic relationship. It's something Oscar's finally got, partnered and 3 years of being on a rocky road, complete with hairpin turns. He only regrets it took so long for both to figure it out, which by the time it all came about, it was over.
His silence told CK he was right in assuming, "Well, Oscar?"
Rather than delve into past matters, Oscar looked to the future, "Yeah, I think Nick might be dating material."
He knew right where the `tweakie' implements were stashed, but Nick wanted to listen in, see if his name was used!
"Well, okay," he comes barreling out of the back compartment, "I've found everything we'll be needing," the tweakers hang over one finger.
"That's all?" the 30-year old says, lying on the floor, hands above his head.
"Uh, you didn't see any rope back there?" Oscar asks.
Feeling easygoing with Oscar, Nick says, "You want everything?"
Oscar did make a pass, dropping his eyes to Nick's crotch, "Could be!"
"Here," Nick tosses the clamps to Oscar, picking up CK's pants, pulling the cloth belt from the loops.
"Hey," CK is disappointed it's not `real' binding material, "be careful...that's one of Alex's prototypes!"
"Hmm," Nick says, having trouble, the buckle getting stuck on each loop, "I wonder what the punishment is for a broken belt?"
Oscar is quick to answer, "Uh, s&m is not one of Alex's big thrills."
"You know a lot about him, do you?"
Oscar replies, "It's my job to know about everyone and every thing."
Crudely, because it wasn't rope, Oscar binds CK's wrists to one of the chairs, situated above him.
"Looks like you've had practice, Oscar?"
Smiling at Nick, he didn't want it to show, how it takes years of practice, "I'm still learning."
He wanted to find out more about Nick, starting with the subject at hand, but got tired of hearing CK hastily asking what else they were going to do to him.
"Man, I hadn't realized what a big mouth Cayman has!" Nick laughs.
On the bandwagon, Oscar laughs too, "Maybe we should do something about that?"
Picking up the tweakers, dangling from the chain, Nick asks, "Before or after we put the jewelry on?"
Being they were in a vehicle, at a ritzy resort and not a dungeon, Oscar replies, "Before. We don't want the rest of the guys coming in here...would be a shame if they found Cayman all tied up and take advantage of him!"
"Really?" CK had mixed reaction, `wanting' and yet no wanting to be discovered by so many at once!
"Yeah," Nick says, stuffing the handkerchief he found in CK's pants pocket, into his mouth, "he might like it too much!"
On the side, Oscar says, "Let me know if his mouth is opened wide enough," his hand lies between CK's legs, "I know how to remedy that!"
Joking, Nick asks, "Are you always this cruel?"
"Nah," Oscar takes his hand away, stands, "really, I'm the nicest guy going...oh, but, I guess I should leave that for you to find out!"
"Yeah," Nick agrees, "don't go and tell me all your secrets!"
They couldn't decide which one should apply the nip-clamps to CK's tweakers, so each took one in hand, sharing the torturous detail.
At first, CK hardly made a sound, which made Oscar take the middle of the chain and give a pull.
"Shit, Oscar!" Nick exclaims.
"Are you joking? It only phased him. Nope, you wanna do some damage? We need to unscrew these all the way!"
Of course, he wasn't going to be named the one who made CK's nips turn black and blue, handing Nick the other. Too, it seemed like they made a connection, the chain being their link.
"Are you sure you're not going to be fired, Osc?"
It made him smile, Oscar not being called that since he was in college. That was a special time, with a special guy, but not enough time for silent reminiscing, "Really?"
"Okay," Nick giggles, "he's your boss," he sneaks CK's left tweaker into the flat jaw of the clamp, "Just let me know when to let go."
"Let go!"
Through the muffle they hear CK's wails, his bod shaking all about.
Cool, calm, casually, Oscar says, "Yup, he's lovin' it."
No stranger to binding a dude's nips up with tweaker-toys, Nick says, "You got that right," his hand to CK's crotch, telling the truth.
Like he ignored CK, Oscar says, "Tell me, do you think Cayman registered a room in my name?"
"Well," Nick, already feeling comfortable with his fellow `tweakmate', waltzes on over to him, "you can shack up with me and we can kick Cayman out to the back bunk," he throws hint, a thumb over his shoulder, to the back compartment.
Staring, eye to eye, each knew something was there inside to explore, Oscar saying, "Mind helping me with my gear?"
"Would be a pleasure!" Nick is all smiles.
They pay no mind to CK, still on the floor, but noisy and thrashing around for a different reason. One thing he dreaded, was a guy coming along and finding him trussed up like this...then as he settles down, the modeling mogul started fantasizing, hoping it was a cop...or a fireman...or even one of the boys in the caravan!
Staying on that thought, CK wished over and over, it would be Scott or Derric...second thought, wouldn't it be a crock, CK just picturing Johnny's face, at what's attached to his tweakers!
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Copyright 2015 T. Chase McPhee
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