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Giv2GeT 19
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Next morning, Patrick didn't even hear Javier wake up, but rather was woken by the smell of bacon cooking.
Jerry and Clay were snoring, as well as Del, the trio winding up side by side, in what they would find out was quite the narrow bed, Clay, his pecker to Del's ass, Jerry's flaccid shaft awakening to the fact it rubbed on Clay's crevice. In retrospect, after their threeway sex affair last night, creme splattered sheets, pillowcases, their own bods, almost simultaneously falling into sleep, chests to backs, arms slinging over the sides of the one in front of them. Even in sleep, Jerry wore a smile on his face, subliminally thinking of how sweet it was, first making Clay drink his load, then pumping the next one up Del's ass chute. Leading up to this, both Clay and Del were `scammed' into sucking and licking Jerry all over, even where the sun don't shine!
For the others, Corky, Steve, Hwang and Kyle, the light through the glass panes were slowly making them come alive.
Breakfast was uneventful, except for, `Where was Ron and AJ?' Devil-smiles, sly with intent circulated the room, some wondering, others knowing for sure who fucked up who last night, reason enough for sleeping in.
Of course, if Bryce were present, he would have notice AJ and Ron's tardiness, jumped up from the table and hauled their asses out of bed. But he wasn't there and the others weren't about to roleplay `boss'!
The meal was superb, which it put a bright smile on Javier's face. Being Javier wore a smile, it made Patrick feel happy and proud. Coupled with being tongue-pampered last night, it made Patrick overjoyed with being fickled, bouncing back from friend to boyfriend status.
Of course, Ron and AJ being missing, dismissed thoughts in the others' minds, of how they spent their evening, which until yesterday remained a mystery, except for the knowledge of Ron with a passion to having his abs pounded and AJ, his own drive, pounding ass!
Clay looked like he slept for days, saying when `he' finished up, "Back to the slave labor, men!"
Things as usual, Del and Jerry walk out together. There wasn't a sign of Del's gut, nor balls having been worked over, before the three clandestinely met behind closed doors, nor telltale of getting his ass reamed by two dicks!
The others straggled out, yawning as they went, talking about how Clay was good at giving orders, but provided little action.
Today, if it happened again, they wouldn't complain, because Bryce wasn't around to complain to, but might turn their nose up whenever passing by him.
Unfounded, they made excuses, Clay unbuttoning his shirt, hiking it off over his shoulders and picking up a bundle of shingles, carrying it up the ladder like it was a sack of feathers.
At the top of the ladder, Clay stood there, just looking.
Corky always stay on the ground, because of one flaw in his character, afraid of heights, but notices, "What's up, boss?"
Jerry and Del worked the line, handing shingles and other materials up the ladder, like a smooth assembly line. With the line coming to a halt, they too wondered, but waited for Clay's reaction.
"Incoming!" he yells, tossing the pack off his shoulder, after noticing a portion of the roof `gone.'
"Shit! You almost killed me!" Jerry had jumped out of the way.
No one knowing the catastrophe above, Del, he toys with Jerry, "No problem. I'd still have another hot man to work me!"
"You'll pay for that!" Jerry meant it both ways, joking and with serious intent!
Corky literally fell from the second rung of the ladder, Clay's ass coming down fast, falling into Hwang's arms, Corky saying, "Nice catch!"
They all asked what's up, Clay simply saying, "Plenty," picking up a hammer to release the lock from the door the easy way.
Then all of them were abuzz with what Clay was hyper over.
From above, with a small amount of sunrise, Clay could see a gaping hole in the roof. Looking a little down into the cabin, with a small ray of light, he saw a foot sticking out from under some debris. Above all, there wasn't any movement whatsoever.
They were all ready to barge in behind Clay, but his hands on the door frame made them all plow into his bare back, warning them, "Hold it a minute, fellas."
"Hey, that's AJ!" Corky exclaims, looking under Clay's hairy armpit.
"All of you, stay clear," Clay ordered, carefully walking inside.
It had then been an obvious intrusion, AJ on the floor, with minimal amount of roofing material on his bod. Unsure of the state of his physical being, he checked to see if he was breathing. Finding it so, he didn't move AJ, but rather yells out, "Get to a phone and call 911!"
Corky, had gone against the rules, in case his grandma needed him and carried his cell phone, saying as he keys in the 3 numbers, "I hope Ron is okay."
Hwang helps, coming over to Corky, putting an arm over his shoulder, "Want me to do that?"
He turns his cell over to Hwang, who completes the call, but is asked to stay on. Because of the questions being fired at him by the 911 operator, he leaves Corky and wanders over to just inside the door.
"I thought I told you to stay out?" Clay barks, while picking debris off of Ron.
"I got the police on the phone. He wants to know what's up?" Hwang replies.
"Two unconscious, but breathing," Clay replies.
Immediately, out of relief, Corky breaks out, weeping.
With compassion, something they all were sure Jerry did not possess, he comes over, putting an arm over Corky's shoulder, saying, "Hey, Ron's a strong dude. He's going to be all right."
"Slap me... I must be hearing things!" Kyle says, seeing Jerry in a different light.
Standing right next to Kyle, he gets a small slap on the cheek from Steve, who waits for reaction.
"I meant it as a figure of speech, dummy!"
"Oh sorry," Steve says. "I just reacted, you know?"
Occasionally, Kyle has stopped working and gazed upon Steve, from head to crotch and opposed to public opinion fat was out', muscle in', when it came to how `hot' could be, when checking out a guy. All the more a reason for Kyle say, rubbing his cheek, "I know. Forget about it. Let's see if Clay needs help."
He walked to the door, Steve hanging back, `thinking', which looking about a chiseled guy such as Kyle, could be dangerous to a cub like Steve!
"No! Stay out!"
Next, Clay was cursing, a tiny piece of roofing material slapping him on the back. Del rushes in, against the order which made his cock stir, lifting Clay from the fetal position he fell into, "Are you okay?"
Del, who had worked his way through the sea of lads, stands right inside the door, dusts soot off Clay's shoulders and the hairy follicles of his chest, perfect for collecting dust.
Stepping out of fear and fright, Clay cracks a little smile, "I am now!"
What ensued, the call to 911, the chief of police, who happened to be over at the fire station, got wind of the call.
Unfortunately, Gordon Montelecque was unable to answer his cell phone being `indisposed', sitting in a chair, stripped down to his bulging briefs, arms behind the staffed back of the wooden bondage tool, wrists brought together by his own handcuffs.
"Hold on a sec," Bryce says, Gordon catching his breath.
"Who's on watch?" Ed asks Bryce, knowing a few of the cops, more than a friendship type of relationship.
"Who is this?" Bryce says into Gordon's cell, replying, not to the police chief, tied up for the moment, but Ed, "Vincenzo? Says he knows you?" he informs.
From casually lying on the bed, trying to stroke up his already spent, soft 7 inches, Ed suddenly leaps to his feet, stealing Gordon's cell out of Bryce's hand, "Vincenzo, you son-of-a-bitch, what the fuck?"
They made up a good trio or friends, going at their favorite `sport'.
Gordon, 39-years old, descendant of New Orleans lineage, still had a little French in his accent. The more he aged and stayed away from the southern Gulf town, the less his accent betrayed him around people, of where he hailed from. Regardless, sometimes in their roleplaying, he would turn on the French', because one time Ed said it sounded sexy'. Bryce cared less, as long as he got the `exercise'.
A meld of `working out' and getting it up, Gordon loved the physical more than the psychological warfare on his bod, but in the marriage of the trio's ideas and what got the others off, each had to give in to something.
Ed Farley liked the bdsm, but was always in a hurry to get to the sexual part of their play.
At times, the three would just tumble into bed, Ed getting his rox off first.
Right now, he had chilled out on the mattress, having Gorgon take his load down his throat, with the 39-year old still licking goo off his cock, "I'm done!"
Taking over, waiting his turn, Bryce used some of Gordon's cock-spit to lube himself up. At times, to prolong Ed's agony, like it was joke, Bryce would take hold of Ed's shoulder, pull him away, ripping Ed's long stalk out of Gordon's mouth and stuff his 9c right down Gordon's throat!
Ed in turn would condemn, "Fuck you, Bryce!" but blame Gordon his cock got scratched by teeth, warrant punishment, which fed right back, full circle, Bryce playing the part of `the punisher!'
As every gay dude knows, a guy can get partial to a warm mouth, versus a slicked hand and this is what got Ed riled up, even though he knew Bryce hadn't intended on coming, just tickle Gordon's tonsils for awhile!
Action had temporarily stopped. Gordon asking, "what does Mora say?" He never called his `male' employees by their first name, except in bed!
Ed, showing he was handling Vincenzo as good as the police chief could, waved his hand, like, `everything is cool.' Cool was right, Ed taking charge, as he would talk his cock down Gordon's throat!
Even though Bryce was a having a more than jolly time pulsing his cock in and out, of what he perceived as the best cock sucker who ever worked him, a ear was on Ed. Almost to the point of his volcano blowing its top, he pulls out, turning right around, his engorged cock, all slimy, slick, wet making Ed's eyes as wide as saucers, he suddenly changes his priorities of phone talk, "It's for you!"
"Me?" Bryce questions, suddenly going for the phone, "Gimme that!"
For the second time, Ed gets the double whammy, when Bryce realizes the dire circumstances, "Gotta go!"
On the cell, Ed had chit-chatted with his former employee, Vincenzo Mora, finding out, after Vin left for the new camp opening, he didn't like it there because he didn't have total control.
Some situations, Vincenzo was the most important person in the room. Other times, he didn't mind being on the outer circle, as an observant. However, when it camp to boot camp for boys, he could be overly dominant, demanding more than he was allowed. It's the reason he put his old police academy skills to work, applied for a job at the local cop station and as his application was in review, he sat on his ass answering 911 calls.
Vincenzo mentioning Gabe Lowe's son, the camp director felt obligated to tailgate Bryce out of the room. Both jumped into their pants, nixing the briefs, grabbing shirts as they ran out of the room.
En route, Gordon grabs their attention, "Hey, what about me?" still stocked-out with cuffs behind his back.
Bryce yells back, right before slamming the door shut, "I still didn't come!"
"Oh shit!" Gordon swears at the far wall, over the six bunks. Suddenly, his main concern is not going missing from the police station for hours, but if any of the firemen decided to take an afternoon nap. Most would not blink an eye. Even though all were not gay, married men, they knew fun was fun and sometimes another man's fun could get a little weird'. However, Gordon wasn't thinking on innocent fun, rather the fire chief, who acted cool in public, but knew the chief had a grudge against the police department over something in Gordon's office not up to code, a simple thing like a grounded coffee maker. Of course it was a bogus, trumped up charge, but it made the two lock eyes that first day and when Ed and Bryce weren't around, the fire chief could sure as hell make the police chief suffer!'
Gordon smiled, thinking of the prospects of being found by a certain individual, dwelling on a past experience, not in the fire station bunkroom, but rather basement. Stripped and tied, with his arms tethered to a water pipe, the fire chief kept the police chief's shaft consistently hard, working his muscled pecs, abs and occasional boxing glove punch between the legs. Arms were unbound for the finish, his ass fired up with a hot poker!
They rode in separate cars, Ed saying he had to do something.
By the time Bryce got to the farm, he had to hear it from the local paramedics, whom he well knew, "You owe the town a new set of shock absorbers!"
True, it's the reason he was having the farm renovated and the turf leading to some areas could be a rough road to traverse. However, now he wasn't thinking about sweaty bods toiling in the sun, rather, "What happened?" he asks Clay.
For now, Clay skips over the fine details, "Ron and AJ, they fell clear through the roof. You know how rotten it is?"
It hit home. Hard. Not hard like his cock working Gordon's throat, even more so. After his partner left his life, things went downhill. If only Ed could have pulled his life back together, not allowed things to go the way of a broken up jigsaw puzzle, maybe that cabin roof would be like new. In the timespan of 15 minutes, Bryce had changed from a mean ogre, battling Gordon's muscled pecs, six pack and stuffing himself down a primed throat, to someone much less than a top sitting on ass.
Leaning against the fence as the ambulance pulls away, the other boys jumping in a truck and following, Clay tells him, "Hey, we've all been there, done that," he pats Bryce on the thigh.
"Oh really? You don't really know what I'm thinking," Bryce protests feeling what he feels.
"Maybe not the same, but I once had a special someone in my life and if I wasn't so bull-headed, maybe he wouldn't have walked out," Clay says, looking around at all the work needing to be done to bring the ranch up to par, which took his mind off the handsome man who walked out of his life.
"Well, I can't say I wasn't the same towards him," Bryce realizes what's been done is done and there were new things to move on to.
Then the two look up, seeing a truck turn into the farm road, dust scattering.
Bryce says, "Looks like Ed's truck."
Too late, Ed had fetched Gabe. Along with Gabe, his newly made acquaintance, Richard Smith, insisted on coming along. When LL got wind of what was going on, he hijacked the camp bus, a small 8-seater, over loaded with all those concerned, curious, or with excuse for a change of scenery, from Camp Rufghup.
Gabe had jumped out before Ed, had run over to where Bryce and Clay stood, found out AJ wasn't on the grounds, hopped back in Ed's truck, Bryce following.
Clay decided to go where the boys are, piling into the mini-bus, cramming in with about a dozen on the 8-capacity vehicle. The bumpy lane out of Bryce's farm was superb, with almost every inch of Clay's barechested bod, banging against someone!
Outside the hospital, small community facility, it looked like the high school football team waiting to see how a team mate fared through a trampling. A short, wooden fence on either side of the entrance, to the left, the farm guys kept checking out Camp Rufghup dudes, vice versa, camp guys checking the opposition!
It might have been Jerry's true feelings, clinging to Corky, wrought with grief over Ron, but now felt abandonment, Jerry taking to standing and walking over to the strange, but hot guys across the way.
More respectful, Kyle, with vacant spot between him and Corky, picks up his ass and moves to his right, "You okay, Cork?"
"I sure wish I knew about Ron?" he turns and stares, teary-eyed.
Arm around Corky, to a stranger it would look like a gay couple, but not for the two involved, Kyle in a moment of empathy, "Hey, Ron's a strong guy, works out. Once a doctor told me, stronger guys get better quick."
First reaction, Patrick had the idea of Kyle attending to Corky with a false impression, what with Kyle rubbing Corky's thigh. To a distant observer, it could look like Kyle trying to slip a hand down the side of Corky's thigh, mingling with the 21-year old's pleasure center... But not!
Then, Kyle had a thought, looking up at Steve, coming to sit down on Corky's other side, like, `what's this about?'...
About why Steve suddenly has an interest in Corky, but attention affixed to Kyle?
Then, it was like a preacher in church, conducting members to rise, Bryce, Ed, Clay and a dude they didn't recognize from Camp Rufghup, known to the opposite camp as LL, come walking down the pathway, all turning and walking to form a crowd, Corky being the first to say, "How's Ron?"
Jumping up, Steve and Kyle's hands flow off Corky's bod. They realize an ulterior moment, hands having gravitated to each other behind Corky's back, like subconsciously they readied to make connection?
"Fine," Bryce says.
Corky could see right through him, like glass, "What's really wrong with him, sir?"
Manner in which Corky answered Bryce, got Jerry's balls pumping, only he wasn't into young weaklings, but rather strong contenders for the ways of he liked to have fun. Of course, Jerry's fun didn't come without `selection'. If the other dude wasn't into some innocent, masochistic play, could get his own crotch cooking, then it had little meaning to him. Switching his attention from the farm crew, to the campfire boys, Jerry stood behind, leaning over Eddie's shoulder, peering down into his shirt, tilting his head back up, Jerry saying, "Hey, you know either of the dudes in there?"
Turning only head on the pivot of his neck, Eddie first stares Jerry in the face, tries looking further south, but the dense herd of guys made Eddie look up, "No, but one of them is the son of one our campers," which made Eddie feel weird, the other camper a `man' and not young like himself or the other dudes.
How would Jerry have known to ask Eddie, of all people, having a history of being bullied?
"That's sad," Jerry didn't really give a fuck, "which one?"
"AJ," Eddie nods to the left, "that's his dad, Gabe."
Still hanging around Gabe, was Richard, around AJ's age, whom he connected with at camp. Confusion was easily dismissed, though Jerry could relate to older dudes as well as young, "Oh really?" he felt something warm move within.
To dispel any intentions, Eddie says, "The guy hanging on is shoulder is Richard, whom we have the idea he's Gabe's boyfriend, before you get any ideas?"
Turning the whole idea around, Jerry says, "Nah. I'm not looking to upset the balance between anyone, but what about yourself? Got a boyfriend?"
Thinking Jerry much too forward, Eddie decides to scare the shit out of him, turning from a friendly dude, putting on the pitbull stamina of being accused, "What the fuck? You think I'm gay?"
For only the second time he was wrong about a guy, Jerry backs up. Having learned from the first `mishap', he goes into defensive mode, not wanting to come out of a situation with bruises, "Uh, it's just the impression I've gotten out of what the guys at the farm say," Jerry tries dismissing already said thoughts.
It's been a short time since Eddie got off the bus at Camp Rufghup, but with working together with other guys in the controlled environment, sweating together, eating together, sleeping, hiking, delivering wood and other goods to different sites all over the terrain, the 25-year old, formerly shy and weak, says, "I might let you slide," he leads up to the letdown.
Now finding Eddie straight, Jerry is not afraid to use the line, "Anything, to patch up things between us?" He was also thinking, straight guys like to have a little fun from time to time, so why not, since Eddie looked hot!
"If you give me a blowjob, I might not think about shoving your balls up your ass!" This is something Eddie would not think of saying, but it was a line some bully used on him, when he was made to get down on his knees and suck off a line of guys!
"Sure. Maybe," Jerry replies. "Um, I better go see what my boss is saying," he uses Bryce as an excuse to tear himself away.
In doing so, Eddie sighs a long relief, exhaling. Holding his chest, he was proud of himself, though there was sense of doubt and yearning. It was fun to play around, but as he watches Jerry walk way, he was willing to hang up his dominant shoes and fit his feet into a pair just for Jerry's sake of entertainment!
Not far away, little did the two know, they had a spectator, "That's a change for you?"
All Eddie could say was, "Oh hi, Michael. I didn't see you standing there."
Having had some of the same problems Eddie has weathered through, family and school, the 19-year old says, "You handled yourself pretty sharp!"
Knowing Michael probably heard every word, "You think so?"
To let Eddie know his eyes were open and listening, Michael picks a key part of the conversation, "Might be nice to work Jerry from both ends!"
Knowing where Michael was taking this, "Oh really? Anyone in mind?"
Before they could solidify any plans, Bryce and Ed, who had been chatting about things, other than AJ and Ron, although LL was given the opportunity to elaborate on both their states of health, a short recovery period needed at the hospital, AJ's right arm broken and Ron's left wrist sprained, he announces, "I've been asked to announce we will not be eating canteen food this evening, we've been invited over to the farm for dinner and right now, Ed has invited everyone over to camp to check out the course, make sure it's up to par?"
From the start, when AJ spotted those bods bobbing up and down in the lake, there was a hunger to jump the fence. Going around and right through the front gate, that was way better an idea, guys hopping in trucks. Some farm dudes getting rides with the camp boys, they didn't need the bus.
Yet, Clay volunteered to drive it back to the farm. Having made friends with one of the campers, Gregg Harmon, former military school student, he convinced Gregg it would be a lonely ride, would he want to make the trip?
Called away in a hurry, Gregg had thrown on his camo vest and jumped into his pants. Stepping into his boots, he didn't have socks on. Regardless, his eyes were reevaluating Clay, by looking over his shoulder, in the drivers seat and into the wide mirror above, picking up Clay's reflection.
"Y'know, there's a big different between the `real' boot camp and boot camp like I knew in military school growing up?"
Figuring explanation due, Clay blatantly says, "What's the difference?"
Gregg could have dealt with Clay's sassy attitude right then and there, but that's not how the `game' went, "You want the militaristic version or mine?"
Time to play the game!
"I know `military', was once almost ready to make that fatal mistake, you know, being around all those hot soldier boys, being gay and not being able to do a damn thing about it?"
Gregg knew the stakes, "I lived through it. I know?"
Subject closed, they move on, "So," Clay asks, turning into the farm road, "what games did you have in mind?"
"Own or be owned?"
Knowing Gregg more than military, Clay asks, "Did you happen to do any military interrogations during your brief military stint?"
Standing at the top of the bus stairs, Clay at the bottom, it seemed to symbolize rank, dominant vs. sub, Gregg saying, "I'd like to see how much you can take, before you give away military secrets regarding your next mission?"
Waving a hand to `come on', Clay leads Gregg towards the barn.
Meanwhile, as soon as trucks pulled into the yard, guys piled out of it, stripping shirt, anxious to get into the lake.
LL, having a difference of opinion, about the campers, "Before the lake, comes the sweat?"
The camp director was ready to speak, but LL cutting him off, he let the authority slide. After all, Ed thought, like being snippy to someone, the nerve of LL to take command, telling Gabe is was okay to stay at the hospital, the ultimate insult, not even consulting him on Richard staying by his side! Too, on his mind was the chief of police, still tied up and nothing to do, but twiddle his thumbs, behind his back. Ed had already allowed LL to `walk all over him', looking less and less like an authority figure over the campers. If he planned on another year to his career at Camp Rufghup, he might have to jump the gun and take back his crown!
Sooner than later, he was left there, camp center, no one but himself. He thought about following along, but feeling too old for boot camp activities. His mind kept switching back to
Gordon, but too, wondered if Vincenzo and he were having any quality time together. Climbing into his truck, he decides to find out!
Meanwhile, the boys tore off into the woods, including Joseph, keeping right up, side by side with...
For a time, it worked with Joseph and Gregg, but it became a stalemate, neither one wanting to give in, give up being poked in the rear. Last night they played cat and mouse games, which led to Gregg leaving and Joseph going at a late night jerking off alone, which his heart wasn't fully into, his hand not an effective means to shoot a massive load, slight creamy meandering through his trail to the treasure and bellyhole swirl. In fact, having to rub his cum into his stomach hair, barely reaching his navel, a sign he wasn't up to par... This morning he was on the prowl for new company. For certain, with the way camp was going this summer, he would need new incentive for the volcano eruptions he was used to. It's why he got to talking with one the Gibs Security men, Wayne Wells.
Having a job to do, secure the perimeter, Joseph managed to talk him into, "Secure the perimeter from whom?"
Wayne had to admit, walking the beat, fifty yards up and fifty yards back was kind of boring, except for the occasional chipmunk he fed some candy bar snack to! Since Joseph was making him feel relaxed, Wayne allowed a few buttons of his shirt to come loosened, Joseph feeling up his pecs with two hands and then the rest was history, Wayne getting his knees dirty!
Now, you wouldn't have known any of that went on, the two running through the woods, Wayne slightly ahead, Joseph calling out, "You better not win, if you know what's good for you, boy!"
Wayne just laughed.
Then, for a moment, Joseph had to stand still in place, looking in all directions for which way Wayne went.
"Surprise!" he was hiding behind a bush all the time, jumping up and giving Joseph a `whoopie' with two fingers.
"Oh shit!" Joseph almost jumped out of his leather, feeling Wayne's digits `dare' to stab him in the crevice!
In and out the game, Wayne says, as Joseph faces him, "I guess you'll be whipping me hard with that cock tonight, huh sire?"
"You guessed right. I'll be `siring' you all right, boy!"
Wayne, saying they better catch up, catches Joseph's hand on his rear, to get them off and running!
"Son of a gun!" Joseph stands there, hands on hips, suddenly deciding, "Wait'll I catch up to you, Porky Pig!"
Right as Patrick tried to take off, he was stopped, setting his butt down on a boulder to think things out. Oh how he wanted to be a part of things. He was just missing Javier, when he heard a truck pull up, yelling, "About time you showed up to help the cripple!"
Finding Patrick no less than adorable, Javier feeling up Patrick's cheek as he bent over to smooch a kiss off of his lips, he says, "I thought I picked up some bad vibes. Was going to finish cooking up a feast for the jungle beasts, but decided on take out!"
Patrick had to laugh, not about the take out, but how Javier nonchalantly hangs both crutches up on and broken tree limb and goes for his tee shirt, "Mm-m!"
"Besides, I got kind of sweaty working the kitchen and thought, `why should I miss out on all the fun'?"
"Yeah, why?" Patrick replies, swiping his hand down Javier's sweaty chest.
"You keep it up with the hands and we won't make it to the swimming hole!"
To that, Patrick says, "It wouldn't do any good, but after my leg is all better, I'll be swimming in your hole!"
"Ha, ha," Javier retorts, like he's unamused, "not funny!"
However, each knew, once Patrick was all healed up and got word from the doc it was okay to ramble in the sheets, there would be a need for either to give in, in order for them to get it on. Though, neither had an inkling, each thinking of a first in their lives, going versatile!
It was a slow pace, Javier's muscle contracting to make it over the ropes, hang from bars and hand over hand travel to the other side.
Patrick didn't mind a bit sitting it out on the sidelines, watching that hot bod...
When they came to the narrow bridge over the brook, Javier stood there, Patrick on his back, watching them all come from the other side, Javier asking, "Oh, did we miss something?"
"Just the whole course!" one of them yells out.
Adult men among the youths, LL says, "We're headed to the lake, when you're finished!"
Patrick hints, in Javier's ear, "I think you're way over-dressed, dude!"
Sure enough, most had their cocks and balls bouncing around, all ready to take the plunge.
One of the rules, the obstacle course could be ran with shorts and sneakers, shirts optional. Javier and Patrick could well see that on their way to the monkey ropes, shirts and pants littering the woods. Later on, briefs lay helter-skelter-pell-mell. They would find out later, Vlad Bick had gotten his briefs caught on a branch, shredding the side. He had no choice but remove them, briefs falling to his ankles, acting like secured cuffs. From there, Avery hung his up on a tree, in passing. Other's feeling both erotic and cheated, decorated the path as well: CK's, Boss, Nouguet, Play, A&F, Champion and other labels, in all colors of the rainbow.
Patrick, feeling the same, says, "Don't you want to feel like you fit in, Javier?"
It was enough to convince Javier to drop Patrick's butt on a log.
"Yeah, put on a sexy striptease for me, Javier!"
It didn't start out that way, but to humor Patrick, maybe himself a little, Javier ground his hips, which after shucking his briefs, became quite a show!
"Now you?"
They wasted time, because Patrick's briefs got stuck on his cast. Javier manages, with a little distraction, casually glancing upwards, at bobbing balls!
"How apropos!" Patrick exclaims, noting what was slowing Javier down.
He didn't know the meaning of the word, but Javier was getting Patrick's gesture, there on one knee. Patrick, propped up on a log, legs splayed, it's not like Javier didn't think about it, all those hours in the kitchen with nothing to do except throw together dishes he has done over a million times. Coming to grips with it, he was not about to give up on the vision of Patrick's drop-dead, gorgeous features he has come to adore.
"Oh my god, Javier!" Patrick gasps.
Falling forward, Javier catches Patrick's cock in his mouth, with the help of a hand. Breaking his mouth free and after a slight massage of the tip, "You don't like it?"
"Of course I like it, but... what made you..." he knew it was on Javier's mind, as much as thinking about doing the same, for the same reasons!
"You want to go for a swim and we'll talk about this later?"
However, Patrick could not go in the water, so sat right at the edge of the lake, close enough to catch some Javier-generated waves.
While they were in the woods, the others had had their swim. Steve, floating on his back was a target for submarines and when they attacked, he went after whomever was closest, which happened to be Conan.
Both standing there in water half way up their hairy bellies, Steve says, "Kind of slow making your getaway?"
"How do you know I was trying to get away?" Conan replies, butting his big belly up to Steve's big belly!
Then they had a silly belly-butting contest, till Conan gave in and fell over backwards, hamming it up as his bod created a tsunami.
It made one of the guys yell, "Incoming!"
At the sound of it, all the guys in the vicinity of Conan's tidal waves, faked being overwhelmed!
The others, Hwang had complained, with the hint, it would be so nice if they could wander over to the lake at any time and grab a swim. It's why, twenty-five or so guys waded out of the lake.
Joseph stood there, admiring them all, as water cascaded down backs, giving way to the eye-candy below.
Five seconds ago, when Joseph was one of the torpedoers, zoning in on the chubs, he got slapped in the back by one of the other guys. It was his fault, but had accepted Wayne's apology of a simple, `sorry.'
As it happened, Wayne running by, felt a prank coming on. Running right past Joseph, he had his palm open, arm at angle whereas it would make the perfect shot, slapping Joseph hard on the butt, "Coming, big boy?!"
He was stunned, to say the least! It took all of a few seconds for him to reconnect with reality! One hand on his stinging ass, the other scratching his head with wonderment, Joseph finally gives way to running through the water, exclaiming, "You little shit!"
Wayne could have made his way to where the others were standing by the `electric' fence, but slowed his steps, with it in mind to let Joseph catch up.
Gravitating apart, but still remaining friends, so he thought, was the reason why Wayne still giggled when Joseph makes landfall, threatens, "I oughta hang you from the rafters and horsewhip you!"
Teasing, Wayne, knowing Joseph's extracurricular activities, says, "Fine, as long as I can whip your ass with my cock?!"
Not as big as himself, Joseph was sure, what was being held on Wayne's hand, could do some significant discomfort, "I withdraw the punishment!"
Like a little kid, testing the bully, Wayne replies, "Why? You ain't afraid of little ol' me, are ya?"
He could have gone for the cannon, but Joseph was beyond punishing this little prick, instead reaching out for the ginger-covered, meaty pecs, "Afraid of what?" he reeled Wayne in, planting a kiss on his lips.
Not what Wayne expected, however, instead of trying to pry himself loose, he embraced the moment!
Again, taking on leadership, LL, standing at the fence with the others, says, "It's stupid to be there in the first place, especially when it's bordering a friendly neighbor!"
"Thanks," Bryce winks at LL.
Tom Achille says something about it being electric, Joseph putting the idea to rest, "It ain't electric," he sideswipes Tom, elbow rubbing right across his hairy bod, taking a part of the fence and easily ripping it off.
Wayne notices `the elbow' swipe, frowning upon it. He toyed with the idea of turning the tables on Joseph, arms stretched high and warming his ass up with a strap, before diving in himself!
"Only one real way to find out!"
All eyes were on Gregg, picking up a log and tossing it right up against the fence.
"You fuckers didn't believe me!" Joseph says, like he's frustrated.
Again, though a little less force, Wayne swats Joseph's ass for the second time in 2 minutes, "I believe ya!"
With no electrical interference, they all went to work dismantling a portion, enough for a slew of guys to hike through, at which point they did, with pangs of hunger over the `big feast' Bryce had offered them.
Steve, standing with Conan, two whom did not participate, slaps both hands together, "That was easy!"
However, the onslaught towards the farm ceased, LL saying he didn't want to pick up any ticks, walking through the tall grass without a stitch of clothing.
Caught off guard, rubbing their beefy bellies, fondling each other below, Jose Bodego says, "C'mon gringos... time to fatten up!"
"Fuck you!" Conan replies to Jose's back, Steve giving him the finger.
Jose just laughed, thinking how things could go, taking them both on, one licking his ass, while implanted in the other, or his versatile side kicking in, his bod lying on a picnic table... This was tough choice, throat, ass... he was too hungry to ponder such choices.Besides, LL had caught up and changed the subject of his wild thinking.
Some couldn't find briefs, giving up, walking back along the path which was salt and peppered with pants and shirts. Almost back to where they had trekked from in the first place, they decided on taking the trucks.
By the time Steve and Conan return to camp center, there were no vehicles to be had. A security guard, Conan had a key to the mess hall. They went in and messed around!
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Copyright 2013 T. Chase McPhee
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