The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns, villages, neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or non-governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if guy-to-guy sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up your mind, you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such.
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Bar Tab Buy-out! 10 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Ah-h-h-h, morning!" Scott announces to the light streaming through the blind. However, he could only raise one arm, straight out from his shoulders, his usual 'morning wakeup stretch'. "Oh," he said in an almost inaudible tone, realizing what weighted his left arm down. Sitting in the pocket of his pit was Tom's neck, his head taking up most of his upper left chest. He thought about waking the teen, but he was having too much fun watching his chest 'breathe'. Too, gazing down the high schooler's bod, he came to the slight line of hair trailing from bellyhole to pubes. He again smiled, thinking of how last night, Tom's cock was so stiff and standing tall and now, reduced to rubble. Too, Scott analyzed his mouth, running his tongue around, massaging his gums like a toothbrush, checking for any 'cum-taste'. No aftertaste set him about daring himself, to touch without awakening, placing a hand on Tom's smooth chest and softly petting it. He lifted off
quickly when discovering Tom's nips hardening up. Too, to his ownself, he thought, 'Nips can get hard while you're sleeping? Hmm..'
Tom turned a little, then back. Probably noticing it was morning, he too stretched out.
Pressing his head into the pillow, Scott narrowly missed getting Tom's fist in the jaw!
"Oh, you're awake?" Tom asks, pushing his head against Scott's arm.
"And good thing too or else I might have taken a wallop in the chin!"
"Oh," Tom says, reeling his arm back in.
Almost like strangers, each didn't know how to address each other. Then Tom asks, "So, where do we go from here?"
"How about the jon and then some breakfast?" Scott said, both out of necessity and the grumbling in his stomach.
Each emptying out of their sides of the bed, they exit the room, Tom first, heading off to his right.
"No, it's this way," Scott says, grabbing Tom by the arm, setting him off kilter as he about faces.
Not more than a few steps, Tom is restraining Scott's arm, saying, "Don't forget about what you promised?" He taps his index finger on a door in the hallway.
Standing still in front of the closed door to Marco's private 'fun' chamber, Scott has mixed reation, discouraging, "Do we really have to? I mean, do you really need to experience pain to be happy Tom? Think of how happy you were last night?"
Tom thought. After a short duration he reports, "Yeah. It was all good last night, this morning? But I don't know if you can relate to this, but sometimes I feel such a 'need' Scott."
Scott knew. Last night he had such a need to 'fuck', but instead volunteered to give up what he 'required' to provide Tom with a pleasant evening, or morning was it? Treading lightly on the subject, he replies, "I guess I can relate to it."
Thinking Scott wasn't real convinced, Tom asks, "How long have you and Marco been friends?"
"A day at the most."
"And in the short time you have known Marco, on a scale of one to five, how would you rate yourselves as a trusting relationship, five being very trusting?"
Scott was wondering where all this was going and if Tom's questioning was meaning to provoke thought, it was working. He had to rethink yesterday, all which transpired, from him barging in on their board meeting, the arrests, him being left behind, the strange ritual of testing, then later on that evening at the Wildwood, right up to where he and Tom left the bar and grill. It took only a coupla minutes to review what took hours and was ready to sum it all up for Tom, "I'd say maybe three and half or four?"
"So, what I'm deriving from this is, even though you have known Marco only a day, you trusted him very much last night?"
Tired of the cat and mouse game, Scott asks, "You mind telling me what you're getting at here before my kidneys spring a leak?"
Tom looks down and smiles, seeing Scott holding his cock and balls like he was preventing the dam from breaking. "From only knowing Marco a day, you each had instilled a sense of trust in each other, enough which Marco trusted you to gutpunch him and then knee him in the balls, knowing you weren't out to maim him. But then again, you trusted Marco, knowing he would not be bringing you up on assault charges?"
Scott blew out his breath and laughs, replying, "Nah. He never would have done it. By the time we hit the Wildwood we sort of had this unspoken 'brotherhood', which made it seem like we've been best friends for years. So, what's your point?" Scott tried hurrying it along.
"I thought so," Tom says, walking off down the hall, to the end and looking in the doorway, saying, "I thought you had to pee?"
"I do," Scott said, waltzing right past Tom and then standing at the toilet to unload. As his stream of piss pounded the reservoir of water he's determined to find out where Tom was going with all of this, "So what was it you were trying to impress upon me out there?"
Having a feeling this had to do where they were pitted in the hallway, Tom tells Scott, "We had a really nice time in bed and I really trust you Scott, probably more than I've trusted anyone in my whole life."
Then he figured out 'where' this was headed as Scott squeezed the last of his trickle, "So since I'm such a trustworthy person in your life now, you want me to 'play' with you in Marco's dungeon, is it?"
"You promised, remember?" And then as Scott feared Tom would allude to, "Or are you going to be like every other person in my life who reneged on everything they said they were going to do, but like didn't... do?"
Scott knew he was over a barrel here. Reflecting on the short minutes they spent in Marco's dungeon, his 'promise', he said of it, hoping he wasn't digging himself in too much deeper, walks over to Tom, puts a hand on one of his shoulders and says, "How can I possibly do anything evil to somebody I care about?" Being sincere, Scott gives him a hug.
At first, Tom didn't know what to do, what to think, placing his arms around Scott's waist, finally says, "I had no idea you cared about me this much, Scott!"
In reality, Scott figured their hug would last all of a minute, but when Tom latched on to his sides, feeling the teen's hands rubbing his lower back, he got all goose-bumps, a warm, tingly feeling shooting through to his soul. Instead of what his plan called for, a short hug and maybe a half-kiss to the cheek, he found himself unable to detach.
In his ear, Scott hears, "I really like you a lot too, Scott."
'Like a lot?' Scott thought, 'shit! that's almost like saying you're in love with somebody'! He then figured this had gone on enough. He parted their bods, Tom reluctant to split them apart.
When they did separate, Tom asks, "Hey, have you ever showered with a guy before? I hear it can be really nice?"
Scott could remember showering twice or thrice in the past ten or so years, but never with a guy as young as Tom. However, after the exchange of words in the past fifteen minutes, the still warm feeling which hovered over him, he replies, "We could go for it and see what happens?"
"Cool!' Tom said, initiating the turning on of the water.
Watching Tom prepare their shower, Scott gazed at the eighteen year old. He thought what a difference in comparison, him to Marco. Definitately he seemed to think the differences in the ages, Marco older, Tom younger, playing of a part in which 'role' he played the bottom in bed. For Marco, it made him squint, knowing he could never be this to him.
"It's ready. Ready?" Tom asks, sliding the rest of the shower door open, paving the way for Scott to enter.
And as he's only skimmed the surface of the way he thought this to go, Scott replies, "After you."
"Okay. Thanks," Tom replies, stepping over the threshhold of the walled in tub.
Stepping in after Tom, Scott moves right up to him, reaches around and grabs the container of gel from a white-wired shelf. "Excu-u-use me!"
"Cool! Are you going to do me first?"
"How would you mean that, Tom?"
It started Scott laughing, Tom catching on quick.
"I wanted you to do me last night but you didn't, Scott?"
"Complaining you didn't like the blowjob I gave you?"
His head still thrown over his shoulder, Tom smiles.
"What?" Scott questions the creasing of Tom's lips, a look which seems like he's holding back on part on his comment.
"Oh nothing!" Tom quips, turning back towards the shower.
Reaching around Tom's bod with the free hand, Scott finds Tom's left nip and gives it an awful squeeze and twist.
"Ow-w-wch! Ow! Ow!" He grabs his left pec like claiming a football.
Backing off, Scott asks, "Now you going to tell me what was on your mind before you chose to ignore me?"
Turning around, Tom looked at Scott.
For a moment, Scott forgot what they were talking about, seeing Tom's hair in the form of a mop which has been soaked in a bucket of water. He kept up his stare for a sec before asking, "You had complaints about the blowjob I was giving you?"
"Oh no, don't get me wrong. I thought it was super." Coming clean, Tom says, "It's what I was thinking as you were bobbing up and down?"
"And?"
A smile preceding, Tom levels with him, "I was just wondering how it would feel fucking a guy's ass instead of his mouth?"
"Oh, so you wanted to fuck me and didn't stop to ask?"
"Scott," Tom begins in with a mood of confidentiality, "You look like a top. You act like a top. You're a top through and through. Tops don't get fucked. Besides, I've never fucked a guy. I'm the one who gets fucked, so forget I mentioned any of this nonsense. Tom turns his back on Scott, wiping his soapless bod with his hands.
A little taller than Tom, Scott reaches over him, standing partially on his toes and sways the shower head away from raining down on them.
"Hey, what gives Scott?" Tom asks when Scott squeezes by him, stands in front of him.
"I'm a top unless I choose 'not' to be!" Same time, Scott is bending over, placing one hand on the hot water faucet. His other hand is rubbing up and down his ass crevice.
"Scott, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Proving you're wrong and you're right at the same time!"
Standing there, hands on his hips, Tom is wondering what the fuck this is all about. "I don't get it Scott," even though Tom did think, the only reason a guy would be spreading shower gel on the crevice of his ass would be to simulate lubing it up! Then 'getting it', Tom says, "I'm not gonna fuck you Scott!"
"I'm not asking you to," Scott replies, taking both hands and pulling his ass apart. "All I'm saying is not to be so bold about pinning labels on us. I'm not asking you to fuck me. In fact you don't have to fuck me at all. But for your own curiosity, why don't you massage my ass with your cock?"
"I'm not hard."
"And you don't have to be. Why don't each of see where this goes. Why don't we use this experiment to see if you rub the tip of your cock up and down my ass, see if it will make you get hard, Tom?"
Face with question, Tom wasn't exactly sure of all this, but Scott didn't give him much choice, bent over in the shower, a bit of ass crevice showing between his cheeks and soapy suds, a path leading him to doing what Scott suggests. Sucking his teeth, Tom expends an attitude of if he doesn't react, they could be positioned like this until forever. As curiosity has been the case, Tom did one time measure how big he was when in a hardened state. He did clue Scott in, "I'm eight inches hard, you know?"
Giggling, Scott asks, "Oh? What'd you do, measure?"
"Matter of fact I did! Weren't you a curious high-schooler at one time? Didn't you want to know?"
Scott shook his head. Tom couldn't see his face, Scott smirking as if Tom had found him out.
The silence following made Tom think he was correct in his assumption, reinforcing his question, "Well? How old were you and how big were you?"
Placing his hands on his thighs, straightening up, Scott replies, "Seventeen. I was on the wrestling team. It was a guy thing, to prove who was the biggest. We stroked ourselves up and the obviously 'small' guy got to measure the rest of us. I came in second place."
"Oh?" And not letting Scott off the hook, "What was the measuring for second place?"
"I suppose you're not going to let me rest until I tell?"
Feeling devious, reacting to 'what goes around, comes around', Tom reaches around Scott's bod and pinches his nip.
"Oh-shit! Owch!" Scott replies, copycatting Tom, holding his right pec and doing a dance of sorts.
Instead of sympathy, Tom begins laughing his ass off, replying, "What'samatter Scott? Can't take a little bitty nip-tug?"
"I'm not into pain, okay?" Scott protests.
"Oh so then you don't want me to fuck you."
"I never said that, did I? But, oh... you were thinking of doing it, weren't you?"
"Hey, it wasn't me bending over in the shower, presenting my ass to you, was it Scott?"
With all seriousness, but joking, Scott reacts in roleplaying, "Oh no!" He slaps both sides of his face with his hands.
"What'samatter?" Tom asks.
"We just had our first fight!"
Confused, Tom asks, "First fight? You make it sound like.... what are you saying Scott?"
Stepping forwards three inches, Scott's bod almost touched Tom's. Placing his hands on Tom's shoulders, he planes them downwards over his biceps, all the way down to his wrists. Taking Tom's hands in his, he leans in, but pulls Tom forwards. After a very nice, loving kiss, he says to Tom, "Why don't we leave all this 'fucking' business till another time?"
Still in confusion, Tom asks, "Is there going to be another time, Scott?"
With confidence, Scott replies, "If you want, there could be many times!"
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"What time is it?" Marco shouts, coming to his crisp senses from a deep sleep.
"Huh?" John asks, from the opposite, slowly opening his lids.
"Oh shit!" Marco calls out after picking his watch up off the night stand, turning it to face him and reading out, "Nine o'clock! I gotta call in!"
"Great," John replies, taking the pillow and turning back over.
Picking his cellphone out a pocket of his pants, Marco steps out into the hallway.
Going back to sleep seemed to phase John, but then suddenly, he was wide awake. "Marco?" he asks. He lay there, the sheet wrapped between his legs, twisted up like a wet rag, rung out. In the wrappings he unwound his cock and balls. In doing so it set off a flashback and in seconds his mind had returned to very early this morning, of having his first opportunity to fuck a man. For the past six or seven years, John has started out each day of his life with an attitude of submissiveness. In his thinking, it crossed over into every aspect of his living, whether it be allowing some guy to take a parking place instead of fighting over it, or allowing people to buck him on the lunchline at work, or even in his workplace, allowing someone else shove their extra workload off onto him. But waking up this morning seemed much like someone coming to their senses. Their sex in bed, he was in command. He was the one calling the shots and for the first time in his
life, as he shoved himself deep inside Marco's ass, he was the one in control. Now, looking back on it, he didn't at all sense regret. Instead, just the opposing feelings!
In reality, Marco wasn't calling the establishment he worked for, but rather answering the message left on his cell. The patron who had bailed him out of his bar-tab wanted answers and like 'pronto'. Fortunately, Marco could be a good bullshitter and said although he was still working on it, without a doubt he would two names for Vince Rodgers within a week's time. Vince dictated he was giving Marco five days. So, with five days to work with, as Marco entered the bedroom, he asks, "So, John, how would you feel about making an easy five grand, waitering for a weekend in the Greek Isles?"
"What's the catch?"
Of course Marco was expecting this, saying, "By doing a little favor for me, involving the talents you possess?"
Hands and knees walking up the bed towards John, John seemed to get the wrong impression, replying, "Yeah, I could probably oblige, being I'm unemployed at the moment and five grand could come in handy. So, what kind of construction job would this entail?"
"Uh," Marco says, stifled in thought, "it's not exactly 'construction', but your submissive traits I was talking about? Your ability to submit to pain and liking it?"
"I see," John replies, putting his arms up, under the pillow and hugging it to his head. Turning the tables, like he was thinking seconds ago about his world and how he figured change was forthcoming. Replying, as he spread his legs, "I felt real good plowing your ass last night."
"Oh?" Marco wonders where this is headed.
Then, glancing down at his pubes, taking up his cock in his hand, John tells Marco as he tries firming up his softness, "I liked the feeling of sinking into your ass and pulling out over and over and I thought this morning maybe you would show me how much I could enjoy having your mouth work my cock over?"
This wasn't going at all the way he planned it. Actually, from the time he left the Wildwood around midnight, he had a hidden agenda and reassured himself, even with the change of roles in bed, he still would have a trump card when they awoke. "You want me to suck you?"
More with force, John replies, "I would really like to see how it feels to have your tongue swirling around my shaft?"
As with Marco, being versatile sometimes left him in a confused position, what with John lying there, legs spread out wide, a hand firming his cock into halfmast, he began to be swayed by John's words and actions. He knew the smile on John's face, suddenly appearing, was for the fact he had just finished licking his lips!
John, hearing the lines over and over used on him, tried one out, "C'mon. I know you want it!" He's been through many scenes, guys out to only have a hot blowjob or others, both he and the other involving themselves in a little bdsm-roleplaying. He knew the routine and as Marco keeled over to take John in, he catches Marco in time, slapping him on the side of the face, reprimanding him, "Hey, boy! I didn't hear you say please?" Prompting Marco, "Say it now... say, 'Please, sir, may I have your cock'?"
It stunned Marco, pushed up on one elbow, his hand feeling the side of his face, sensing heat from where John's hand slapped. "Wha-a-a?" he was left off guard.
"Oh what the hell!" John said with conviction, grabbing Marco's scalp, like some dominant top had done with him, pulling Marco's face over his pubes, hovering right above, then demanding, "Get that mouth open boy and suck me down!"
Figuring if he didn't, the force John put him under, and off balance, if Marco hadn't opened his mouth, John very may well try shoving his cock up his nose! It would not have happened, but he did risk getting an eye poked out, so did the logical thing when losing his balance, opened up.
"Yeah! Oh fuck you're a hot little cocksucker, boy!"
Minutes ago, John wasn't sure he could pull it off, but the more he acted like some tough, domineering top, the less resistance he had towards pursuing an Emmy-award performance!
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Quite by accident, Scott was standing on the drain and soon they were an inch up in water. He had questioned Tom, "First shower with a man?" And when Tom replied 'yes', Scott asks, "How about a bath?"
Tom allowed Scott to lead and after pulling up on the stopper, Scott worked his way past Tom, carefully sitting down.
"C'mon," he patted his stomach, "sit."
"Like on your balls?" Tom asks.
"I'll take care of my balls. You just be careful parking your butt!"
Scott laughed, but Tom was all serious. Sure, dozens of times when he was a kid he took baths, but suddenly everything seemed disoriented, turning around and without a choice, making a man's cock and balls the target for sitting.
"Are you sure about this Scott?"
Knowing Tom's concern, Scott replies, "Hey, don't worry. If you sit on 'them', you'll know it!" But Scott also was cautious, shielding his nads from being sat on, one hand trying to keep the two sacs shielded.
"If you say so," Tom replied. He also wondered if Scott was hard or not, if it were still a possibility if he 'sat', would he feel the tip on his ass. But everything went smoothly.
"That's it. Now just lay back and relax."
Relax, Tom did, but still on his mind was if he was going to feel Scott's cock. As it went though, he kept lying back until his back touched against Scott's reclined front. Giggling, Tom lost all inhibitions, saying, "Feels like I'm a king on a throne," he said of leaning into Scott, his arms propped up on Scott's forearms. He grazed his hands up and down the wet follicles.
Joking, "And then the sea monster grabs you in his tentacles," Scott moves his arms down the tub walls and secures Tom in the tentacles of his arms.
"Oh-h-h-h-h!" Tom sighs in pleasure as Scott moves his hands up and down Tom's bod, washing water up and allowing it to pour down his chest and stomach.
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The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness! TCMcP.....