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! 09 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"We better take it easy, being Scott's first late night out, 'could be sleeping."
After the fact, not realizing how easy the front door closes, with a subtle bang, John replies, "Sorry."
Marco replies with a quirky smile, "What? Your balls didn't get enough punishment tonight?"
"Never enough!" John replies with a giggle.
"Hmm," Marco says wiggling his eyebrows. He felt it strange, tonight setting out to bottom for a hot dominant dude and instead wound up playing the role. "Hungry?"
John put it, "I was hungry for Mike's cock, but never got the opportunity?"
Detouring away from the kitchen, Marco replies, "By the time we get to the top of the stairs I hope you'll be out of your clothes?"
It was a strong suggestion and as John caved into the urge, he proceeded with unveiling his bod.
Pretty sure it was the case, when he turned around, Marco surveys, "Well John, you sure look different not spread eagle on a bondage table!"
Being unhibited, John steps forwards, saying as his fingers go at Marco's belt, "Can I give you a hand?"
A smile taunted Marco's lips, the two exchanging glances as John worked his belt, split his pants open, then sank to his knees and began to gnaw at Marco's erection through the briefs.
"I asked you if you were hungry downstairs?" He asks John, knowing he wouldn't get an answer because his balled up briefs were already in John's mouth. Instead of looking for a response, Marco bends over, grabs John by the nips and pulls up on them.
"Ohhhh fuck does that feel great!" John replies, following Marco's lead to stand.
"It's late. How about we forget all the roleplay and get down to the real hardcore stuff?"
Before walking away, Marco stepped out of his last piece of clothing, hanging the briefs on the top banister of the stairway. Taking John's hand, he led him to the bedroom. It was dark and because he was lusting for a hot blowjob, John keeping hard expecting to wrap his mouth around Marco's juicy cock, neither pay much attention to the sounds of light sleep.
"Hey! What the hell you doing?" In the dark, Scott had no idea what was happening as 'someone' kneeled on his arm.
"Scott?" Marco questioned, turning the night table light on.
About as surprised as Scott, John says of kneeling on his arm, "I'm really sorry mister."
"Who's this?" Marco asks.
"Shh-hh, you'll wake him," Scott replies.
Smiling, his arms across his pecs, Marco asks, "And how did you happen to get trussed up like this?"
Almost like earlier today... well, now yesterday, since last night had become the early morning hours, Scott lay there in almost the same position as Marco. However, instead of ankles attached to the cuffs, attached to the chain, Scott's arms lay in an eagle-spread position, cuffs around his wrists.
"Tom and I were having some fun, that's all," Scott replies.
John takes note of Tom, "He looks like an angel, sleeping there, using your chest for a pillow."
"Y'know, John," Marco says with a beaming smile, "maybe Scott needs two more angels on his 'cloud 9'!"
Differing in opinion, Scott says, "No guys. C'mon. Just untie me and if you and John want to use the bed, Tom and I could leave."
It sounded logical, but at two in the morning, neither Marco, nor John having the chance to relieve themselves of their creamy man-juice, something was propelling them on, Marco paving the way as he knelt on the bed.
Nearing Tom, John put his hand on Tom's shoulder and glided down to his wrists, saying, "He's so smooth."
"Y'know guys, this is 'not' a good idea, so if you'll kindly unfasten these cuffs...."
"What Scott? And ruin our early morning fun?" Marco replies.
Following Marco's lead, John skips over interaction with Scott, bending over, his tongue grazing the arm he just petted.
"Scott?" Tom questions, squinting as he starts coming out his deep sleep. "Scott, what's happening?" he reinforces question, looking point blank at Marco, then turning his head and seeing John. Upon doing so, Tom put his arm around Scott's waist, hugging him. "What are they here for?" Tom asks with alarm.
Marco replies, "Um, like this is my house and you and Scott are in 'my' bed? I think the appropriate question should be what are 'you' doing here?"
Scott asks, "Can somebody untie me, please?"
"Beg," Marco replies, moving in on the little soiree.
As Tom hugged Scott, more out of protection, John asks him, "Hey, I like your ass Tom. Mind if I eat it out?"
Not a stranger to the term, Tom being forced to lick the ass of the dude his brother set him up with, he replies, "You like doing that?" Tom didn't, at the time.
"Yeah," the twenty-seven year old replies, "love feeling my tongue fuck deep into a hot ass."
Tom never got that far with Rich's trick, being the dude was too hepped up on shooting his wad.
Meanwhile, Marco gets a brilliant idea, "Hey! I got a great idea! Why doesn't the three of us lick and suck Scott?"
"Um, not meaning to complain, but wasn't it supposed to be me and you?" John asks.
Marco complains, "If that's the case John, how come you're licking Tom's arm?"
"I..." John didn't have a reason other than he thought Tom was 'hot', but set up the delusion, "Um, because he's closer?"
"Worst excuse I ever heard," Marco confronts John.
Scott then says, "So untie me, then you two can have your fun."
Before either Marco could make any decisions, Tom was working at the small buckle on the cuff attached to Scott's left wrist.
Seeing this idea of a foursome wasn't materializing, Marco relinquishes, "Oh, okay," helping Tom by unfastening the right wrist cuff.
"I like your bod," John says to Scott as if coming on to him.
"Thanks," Scott replies and now at a better advantage of drinking John's looks in, hair midchest, around nips, faint trail down the middle, "not bad yourself!"
Marco reconciles, "There's a bed down the hall."
"Thanks," Scott replies as he escorts Tom out of the room.
Outside the door, Tom asks, "Would you have liked having three guys service you?"
Smiling, his arm over Tom's shoulder, he kisses Tom on the shoulder and replies, "I liked having 'one guy' service me!"
As they walked, Scott thought it real cute of Tom to ask, "Was my blowjob really satisfactory?"
"You almost choked when I let loose. What does that tell you?"
Tom smiles, replying, "Do you always have a big load like that?"
"Nah!" Scott replies. "Usually it fills a guy up till it gives him a bellyache!"
Giggling, Tom replies, "I think I have a bellyache, Scott!"
"This must be it," Scott says, flicking the door open. But then changes his mind, "Oops!"
Walking inside first, Tom ask, "Hell! Is this a 'real' dungeon?"
"I think we better detour right on out of here," Scott replies, taking hold of Tom's shoulders, making him do an about face and ushering him into the hallway, closing the door.
Tom opens the door, saying, "Oh c'mon Scott." Then he picks up his cock, holds it in his hand, saying, "At least 'one' of us got to come!"
Scott figured he was being coaxed into a trap here, but even at two thirty in the morning, he couldn't shun the cute little demeanor on Tom's face. "Five minutes tops!"
"Cool!" Tom replied, knowing it would be stretched to ten. "How do you want to torture me first?"
"Me? What do you want?" Scott asks, not really wanting to get into this.
Hopping up on the X-frame, back towards it, Tom says, "Tie me here and then do stuff to me that will make me want to come, but don't jerk my cock off."
"That's going to take way more then five minutes, Tom!"
"Okay," Tom says, thinking as he jumps down from the foot-holding devices. "I got it! Hang me from my arms and..." he spots a buttplug, picking it up, "work this up my ass?"
Scott stands there, arms folded across his middle, shaking his head.
"What?" Tom asks, regarding his disposition.
"I really think we should skip this, get some rest and save it for another time," he replies to the eager eighteen year old.
"Cool! You'll work me over another time?"
'Fuck!' Scott thinks to himself, speaking his mind, but not really meaning it. However, he said it and remember Tom has had enough people weasel out on him, "We'll see, okay?"
Trusting Scott, Tom smiles, puts the butt plug down and says, "Okay."
Leaving the room, Scott laments on the condition of his eyelids. Picking out another room, it was the right one, the two entering after Scott walks in and turns on the night stand lamp.
Tom dousing the lights, flicking the switch by the door, closes it and enters. Crawling up the bed Scott has already fallen into, he asks, "Can you do me one favor?"
"Will it take more than three minutes?" Scott asks back.
"I dunno. I was wondering if you can at least do something so I can come?" Tom asks, on his knees, his jewels hanging down in the tunnel of his bod.
"Oh alright," Scott slaps the place in the bed next to him, "have a seat!"
"What're ya gonna do?" Tom asks, all excited again, jumping into the spot next to Scott. "You going to play with my balls? Squash my nips? Hey, if you have a belt you can whip my chest or stomach?" He saw Scott leaning forwards, switching to the position he was just in, crawling up the bed.
"I'll do it in my own way, thank you 'boy'!"
"Cool!" Tom replies, expecting something painful to get him in a more rigid state and then 'off'.
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"Yeah, get that tongue under my balls... but 'hey'! No hands!"
"Sorry sir," John replies to his thirty-eight year old master.
Lying back, once again enjoying his 'slave' lick his hairy balls, Marco replies, "I could get used to this!"
"All the time?" John replies after a slurp, then right back onto his balls.
Marco sensed something more than an easy answer. "Why wouldn't I?" he questioned, even though he kind of had an inkling of John's doubt.
"Showing up in the dungeon tonight you were Gregg's 'boy'. You like to switch, huh?"
"Do you?" Marco asks.
With saliva dripping down his chin, John replies, "I'd like to try it sometime. Um, just what percentile are you top or bottom?"
"Depends on the guy. I think you would look hot with a whip in your hand?"
Breathing out laughter, John replies, "I once had the opportunity."
"And?" Marco inquires, yawning.
"I had a mixed reaction. I guess I thought I liked it because the other guy had this like, 'huge' cock and told me I was the one responsible for keeping it solid as a rock!"
"C'mere," Marco commanded John.
"What? Don't you want me finish up getting you off?"
As John neared Marco, he sprung up from the bed, saying, "Your turn!"
"What tha?" John asks, as Marco ascends from the bed, his head crashing down into the pillow.
"To answer your important question, right now I feel about eighty percent bottom. In a few minutes I could be ready to have my ass plowed!"
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Scott did feel some hesitation. Afterall, he was still having qualms about Tom being eighteen and the moderately big age difference. However, he was slowly reconditioning his mind and thoughts after he took his lick of the teen cock.
"Oh wow Scott!"
"Like it?" Scott asks, flashing a smile.
"Sure, but..."
But before Tom could render his true feelings, about feeling pain, then mixing it with the pleasure of jerking off, he had a different route for his emotions to take. "Ohhhh man Scott!" he exclaimed when Scott's whole mouth enveloped him. Next thing, Tom was moaning as Scott reaches up and begins massaging his smooth chest, his palms exciting his nips into being hard. Looking down upon himself he couldn't see much, other than what the moon was showing him through the blind, but feeling it, seeing Scott's hands on his pecs, he reaches down to them, taking Scott's thumbs and fingers in his hands and replicating pincers as he makes comment, "That really makes me hard!"
Getting the message, Scott tried smiling as his mouth formed an 'O' around Tom's shaft, bobbing his head up and down. His hands went to work mashing Tom's nips. The more Tom moaned, the more he massaged them. Too, driving him on was the throbbing of Tom's teen cock which did something to his lips. After awhile, perhaps four or five minutes, Scott had to stop with one hand, to reach down between his own legs.
"Are you hard?" Tom asks him.
Popping off, with what sounded like a vacuum pump, Scott replies, "I was hard fifteen minutes ago!"
"Cool! Want to fuck me?" It was a typical reaction and after he said it, Tom replies, "Um, you don't have to."
Seeing Tom felt guilty for his own thinking, Scott replies, "I thought you were going to fill my belly with your cream!"
"Sure," Tom replies. "It'll feel cool!"
Strange thing, as Tom finally started bucking his hips, he actually almost choked Scott into oblivion, pressing down Scott's head as he fought to get deeper into Scott's throat when he finally shot his teen load!
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"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh-shi-i-i-i-i-it!"
Arms voluntarily outstretched, John used his upper bod as leverage, when Marco's mouth paid off, making the twenty-seven year old construction worker pulse his torso with each string of cum ejecting from his rock hard shaft.
He had done his darnedist and for Marco too, he had worked himself into a frenzy, the two breathing heavy. He lay right down on top of John, his face not caring about the sweaty pillow of John's midchest.
"Oh man that was good! So damned good!" John raved about the blow job and it's aftermath, speaking softer and softer, till his voice disapated.
"All I know," Marco said, hesitating to swallow some leftover goo, "is you really taste 'good', John. John?"
"Huh? Oh, can we get some sleep now?" John replies in a weary manner.
"Sure," Marco replies, not moving a muscle from dislodging his bod from partially covering John.
Feeling John's breathing slowing, Marco's ear right next to where his heart beat, he thought of how strange this evening had worked out, especially after taking Scott to the club. Thinking of Scott, Marco dwell on the events after leaving him at the Wildwood and feeling sorry for dumping him. Then, he thought out loud, "Hey, wait a minute?" Sensing John not moving a muscle, since he thought he spoke too loudly, he proceeded thinking about it, of how Scott was the one who 'dumped' him. As providence made it so, Marco wound up getting what he wanted anyway, a 'top' to suck up to!
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For the longest time, Tom lay there, waiting for Scott to fall into a deep sleep. As for himself, he was somewhat exhausted, but the adrenaline still making his thoughts reoccur over and over, lodged in his mind, minutes ago when they stood in Marco's dungeon. And as Tom slowly gave way to sleep, those thoughts crossed over to dreaming.
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Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee
`Bar Tab Buy-out!' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.
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