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THe HaRDee BoYs 03 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Hey! Want a burger?"
"Rick, I really wanted to spend some quality time with my little bro?" Jared tries being persuasive, as Rick shows up at their table.
"No prob. Burger?" Rick asks Jason, sitting down at their pub table anyway, offering up one of his three burgers.
"Nah," Jason replies, pointing to his food with his fork, "I'm more of a salad guy, thanks." Now he knows why Rick is a beefy cub!
"Your loss, my gain," Rick replies, then nonstop, goes into a tirade, "Would you believe Gregg Tillotson's new roomie passed me up for a hot fuck?"
"It wouldn't have anything to do with this?" Jared pinches Rick's muffin-top, the hint hanging out of the side of his shirt, because his belly was taking up most of the room.
"Get yer fuckin' hands off and no, it wasn't because I'm a little overweight, okay?" Rick protested after dropping his burger on his plate and trying to pull his tee shirt down over his exposed skin. He succeeded, until he picked up the burger again, his shirt tail hiking up!
"I don't get it, Rick? If you know you're overweight, why don't you do something about it?" Jason gathers, putting a fork, full of lettuce, a cherry tomato skewered onto the tip, in his mouth.
"Y'know, Jared, your little brother has a lot of moxie?" Rick says.
And since Jason got away with insulting Rick a little, he egged him on a little more, "Y'know Rick, it's polite to finish what you're eating before you talk. Your fuckin' spittle is like flying all over the place?" Furthering his point, Jason mops up the table.
Rick's jaw dropped open. Fortunately he had swallowed. Instead of Jason getting the backlash, Rick says to Jared, "You gonna let your little bro talk to me like that? I mean, who does he think he is, a fuckin' Martha Stewart?"
Using Jason as the vehicle to reinforce what Rick is and isn't, he says, "Hey, I think my bro knows what he's talking about, Rick. If you want to call him a liar to his face, go right ahead."
Playing right along, Jason turns on his acting skills, drops his fork onto his plate, sits up tall and says in a demonstrative tone, "Hey, you ain't callin' me a liar, are ya Rick?"
"Um," Rick panics, "no, no, no..."
"Because if you are maybe we should take this outside?"
Jared throws in a random fact, true or otherwise about his bro, "Jason studied kudo when he was a kid. Knows all the moves too!"
They had Rick going, so Jason thought, 'why waste the moment', replying, "Kick you so hard in that jelly-belly of yours, it'll dislodge that burger and upchuck it right across the room!"
"Yikes!" Rick was for real. Still in a panic, he gets up and asks, "Um, can I like buy you a beer?"
Jason replies, "Sure you can buy Jare and me a beer, Rick. Make up for fuckin' tickin' me off!"
"You got it!"
When Rick is out of sight, Jared laughs his ass off, almost rolling on the floor, saying, "Oh man, you pulled a fast one bro! I've never as hell seen Rick so scared shit!"
They exchanged a high five.
"Oh, by the way, Jase, it's 'judo', not 'kudo' and for your information I've never taken it?"
"Rick's such an ass. You think he knows the difference?"
"You didn't!" Jason tells the truth.
Jared replies, "Rick is right! You 'do' have a lot of moxie, bro and that's good. Good because then you won't have guys fuckin' you over!"
"Like they do to you?" Jason adds friendly insult.
"Maybe a little too much moxie for your own good, bro!"
Jason smiles back at his brother.
Then Jared enlightens him, "You know, you've like got Rick eating right out of the palm of your hand?"
After munching on more of his salad, Jason says, "So, what're you driving at, bro?"
"I got an idea."
"Yeah, me too. Put a muzzle on him!"
"No," Jared says, putting his hand on his brother's shoulder, "something much more fun."
Meanwhile, over at the bar, Rick is second in line for beer. At his turn, the bartender Heinrich Gudegast, asks the usual, "What'll it be?"
"Three beers." Then Rick informs Heinrich, "I've been scouting around for the 'Gay Brotherhood' and I think I've found a recruit?"
"You don't see any of the finders-fee unless I check the guy out first. I'm not going to get stiffed like you did me last time, Rick?" Heinrich says.
"You got your money back. Besides, how did I know the dude liked to switch?" And to dispell any thoughts this time, Rick cuts into, "You know Jared Hardee, right?" He nods towards the table he vacated.
"Who's the guy with him?"
"Our new recruit, Jason Hardee, Jared's bro."
"Nice looking enough," Heinrich states as he sets up three mugs of beer on the counter.
With his sights set on other things, Rick says, "Yeah, he's got the looks alright and the personality to go along with it."
"Tough one, I take it?"
"You think I'm tough, Heinrich?"
"Do you think I would have recommended you to the brotherhood if I didn't think so?"
"Yeah, well Jason Hardee is tougher than me!"
Heinrich comes back in a snide manner with, "Is that so? Then I think we should seriously consider inviting him to a meeting."
"Only problem is, Jared like hangs around him like he has his bro on a leash," Rick says, taking a sip of one of the beers.
"That'll pass. Let's give it a week. You owe me ten bucks!"
Rick smirked, thinking he had a lead for Heinrich, a natural shoo-in for the exclusive college-adult male club where he and Heinrich were members and would be courteous enough to let him slide.
Carrying them back to the table, Rick place them in the center. It's then he discovers, "Hey, what the hell happened to my burgers?" Only the half eaten one remained, the two whole ones, gone!
Jared says, "Jason thought it would be better if you cut back. He threw the other two in the trash."
And being Jason wasn't there, Rick's temper kicked in, "Fuck that!"
He watched as Rick went over to the garbage can and pushed the little door in to retrieve them, if possible.
In the meantime, Jared smiled, carrying a message long distance to his bro, hanging out by the jon. Since Rick's back was towards them, it was easy for Jason to step lively and sit down in his seat, without being detected. In a natural manner he reconnected with his salad plate.
"I can't fuckin' believe he..." And as Rick turning around, there was Jason, an angelic imprint on his face! He softened his reproach, "Oh, hey... like how's it going?"
Putting on a smile, Jason asks, "I hope you're not mad at me for throwing away your burgers, Rick. You know I'm only trying to help you?"
"Help me? With what?" He says, standing there, then taking a seat.
As he sits down, the chair breaks down to the floor, Rick sitting there.
"Oh my God, Rick!" Jared says dramtically, jumping out of his seat and looking over the edge of the table.
Jason, getting up, asks, "Are you okay Rick?"
"I'm okay. Damn!" he says, picking himself up and pulling his tee shirt down.
Right out, Jason suggests, "Damn Rick, you better loose some weight!"
Who would've thought the Hardee boys would stoop as low to play a trick on their good 'friend', Jason putting to use the compact screwdriver attachment of his pocket knife.
"I didn't think I was 'that' heavy."
"Well you 'are'!" Jared replies.
Rick gave Jared a dirty look.
Helping his brother, Jason, whom seemed like he could get away with anything, tells, "It's true Rick. You're a big fat oaf. A guy's got to be down on his luck to even want to get fucked by you?"
To make matters worse for Rick, he reaches up, latches onto the edge of the table to aid himself in lifting his bod off the floor. Another 'set up', with evil purpose Jason had Jared almost empty the ketchup bottle onto Rick's burger. If the chair didn't break right away, the ketchup would have oozed out of the burger as Rick took a bite. But in fact, 'plan A' working, Jason enhanced it, lifting the edge of the circular table, and as Rick pulled down to pull up, it toppled over.
"Oh shit!" Rick called out, the table upending.
As for the Hardee boys, then tried not laughing out loud at 'their friend's' predicament, showing some deep concern?
"Oh Rick," Jason shouts, "look what your fuckin' fat self did!"
Actually, 'plan B' wasn't a total loss, the table falling on it's side, everything on it careening towards Rick and as he stood up, not only was there streaks of red down his 'Finster School of the Arts and Sciences' Football Team tee, a team in which he was only associated by, wearing the tee shirt and serving up towels and Gatorade, but leaves of lettuce lay on his chest, several cherry tomatoes rolling down his belly.
To help, Jason leans over and lifts one of the little round, red tomatoes off Rick's chest and pops it in his mouth.
In addition to the food, one mug of cold beer had gone to waste, Jared and Jason grabbing their servings off before disaster struck!
He was about to cuss the world out, when Heinrich walks over and asks, "What the hell did you do to my chair, Rick?"
Cool, calm and collectively, Jason offers, "He's so fuckin' fat, he broke it. Then if that wasn't bad enough, he went to pull his fat ass off the floor and turned the table right over on top of him." He left a little detail out, Jason's hand offering a small tilt to the opposite edge of the table, helping it along to topple over!
Unknown to Jason, from the way he's acting, it's giving Heinrich some disturbance of the force in his pants. He sideswipes Rick, asking, "I don't think we've met. I'm Heinrich, owner of the place."
Instead of Jason being forward, Jared, being mighty proud of his brother, asserts, "This is my little brother, Jason, Heinrich."
"It's really good to meet you," Jason says to the pub owner, reaching out to shake his hand, "Nice place you've got here."
Taking his hand, Heinrich, all buttered up, says, "No, the pleasure is all mind."
Smiling, Jared is thinking his bro is getting more of a welcoming than he ever did!
Not afraid to speak his mind, Jason tells him, "Y'know, it's a shame Rick's fat ass broke your chair. Not to mention he's completely wrecked the place. I mean, all my bro and I did was to come here to your nice pub to talk up old times and help me get aquainted and look what Rick has gone and done."
Heinrich, as well as Rick stood there, taking it all in, Rick still cleaning himself up with a wad of napkins."
"Tell you, Heinrich, if Rick is any representation of 'Finster School of the Arts and Sciences', then this place is in trouble!"
Jared wanted to applaud his bro humiliating Rick in such a way. He remained silent and observant thinking 'what the fuck is he doing?'.
Rick's eyes were as wide as saucers, but didn't say a peep, mostly because after he told Heinrich about Jason, he wasn't about to put him down and forfeit his finders-fee. After all, the last guy he talked up to Heinrich, bombed out on initiation night and he wasn't about to put his reputation in jeopardy again.
Heinrich assesses, "Y'know Rick, you could stand to see the inside of the gym?"
Pissed off a second time, by Heinrich's comment, Rick says of it, "I go to the gym, okay?"
While he was on a roll, Jason says, "What? To check out the football team's anatomy in the shower?"
It made Heinrich laugh, "Oh my God that's the funniest thing I've ever heard!"
Rick wasn't laughing, turning Jared, saying, "You put him up to this?"
Hearing it, Jason says, "Cut it out Rick! Don't blame it on my bro. If you're going to blame somebody take it up with me. I can fight my own battles." He further provokes, "C'mon. Let's take it outside."
"Oh no you don't, Hardee. You're not going to use that kudos stuff on me!"
'Kudos?' Heinrich is thinking, scratching his head.
But Jason wasn't finished with Rick, as he stood there, his jaw dropped open with disbelief as Jason suggests, "In fact, if I were you Heinrich, I'd make Rick work to pay off the price of wrecking the place!"
Rick knew he couldn't do or say anything now. He could see Heinrich 'liking' Jason and to say anything to the contrary, it would have to be Heinrich he would have to take up his attitude with, especially after all the accolades he has added to Jason's superlatives.
"Sounds like a good idea, however the only drink Rick knows how to prepare is 'beer'!"
He laughed.
Jason and Jared laughed.
But Rick was the only one not doing so, claiming, "I 'know' how to fix scotch-on-the-rocks, dah!"
Since his brother was getting away with all these derogatory remarks, Jared says, "Jason knows how to make every drink in the book!"
Without thinking about it too much, Heinrich says as he takes off his apron, "Is that so? Well if you're needing of a job, I happen to have an opening for a bartender?" Arm extended, the apron hangs on the balance of his palm.
"How much?" Jason asks, leaving the bartender's apron in limbo. He stands there, like a big boss, arms folded at the front of his bod.
"$2.13 an hour?"
Roaring out loud with laughter, Jason replies with a fake, redneck drawl, "Fuck, I ain't no kid working in no candy store!"
One thing has been bugging Jared, it's this attitude of Jason. He wasn't like this on the homefront. He hadn't seen him much during the summer, pulling some extra credits, but home for the holidays and briefly after spring break, he hadn't seen his bro with this much nerve.
"$3.50," Heinrich offers.
In a serious tone, Jason says, "Eight bucks, plus tips and that's my final offer. Take it or leave it." He sits down, pulls on the table, uprights it, then bangs on his with his fist to keep it in place, tipping his mug for a sip, then setting it down.
"You got it," Heinrich replies. "When can you start?"
"What?" Rick got in a huff. "I like asked you last spring for a job and you were offering piddly-squat, Heinrich!"
Heinrich, attitude changed, tells Rick, "The big mouth gets the big salary. You? Where is that big belly getting you?" He 'towel-whips' Rick's stomach with the apron before slinging it over his shoulder and walking away.
Like Jason rubbing off on him, Jared jokes, "Bet you didn't even feel it, with all that blubber, huh Rick?"
"Shut up Jared, if you know what's good for you!" He walks out. Before he leaves, he turns to look at Jason, saying to himself, 'Wait till the hazing... I'll fuckin' get even with you!'
Slapping Jason on the back, Jared says, "Damn, we really did a number on Rick, didn't we bro? And look! You've got yourself a job at the campus hangout and what am I doing for a paycheck, working at the cleaners!"
Not gloating or anything, Jason sat there eating the dill pickle, then said, "After I get established, I'll get you a job waiting tables, bro, unless you want to work the grill." Touching on memories, Jason says, "As I remember, you were a pretty fuckin' good cook when we were kids?"
"Sure, if you like having burnt eggs and black toast!"
With those homey memories still reverberating through his mind, Jason says, "Back at the dorm, you said I was beautiful."
"You are. It seems your senior year in high school, you've blossomed into a real man... and the anatomy to prove it!"
They laughed, Jason smiling as he replies, "Thanks for making my first day really nice."
Exchanging smiles, the two knew, thinking to what transpired back in the dorm.
"Anytime," Jared replies. "If you need somebody to help get you off, before you meet some hot guy, I'm available!"
There was something Jason was keeping from his brother. He didn't feel right telling him he lied when he told him it was the best blowjob he ever got. His last year of high school, Jason really 'bloomed' and if it wasn't for getting drunk out of his gourd at an after-soccer party, he probably would never have established the reputation as 'the steed'. But he was putting those years behind him and starting out fresh. Too, he was being careful not to expose himself to the point guys would look upon him, pinning the name, instead of freshman, or even 'Jason', replacing it with 'nine inches and cut thick'! After all, he got so sick and tired of guys bothering him because they needed their ass plugged regularly. Sober, he rejected their bidding.
"Hey bro," he whistled, then snapped his fingers in Jason's face.
"What?" he came around.
"Did you hear a word I said?"
"What'd you say?"
"I was saying I could brush up on my cooking and then tell the 'slave-driver' at the cleaners to 'stuff it'!"
"I thought he was 'already' stuffing it?"
"I wouldn't let that bastard fuck me if he was the last fucker on earth!"
Thinking it so whimsical, Jason burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"You bro!" And not giving a shit who was observing, Jason tugged at the center of his brother's tee shirt and rolled him in for a kiss.
"Bro?" Jared said out loud, pushing him away. "Are you fuckin' crazy?"
"I thought you said I was beautiful?"
"Somebody could've seen us, Jason!"
Jason just sat there and smiled at Jared.
"Y'know, you were never like this before?"
"What, before when?" Jason asks.
"Don't give me that shit. You know what I'm driving at here. What in the hell happened to you?"
He knew what happened to himself, like a life-transforming experience, but was hesitant to share. Only, Jared was being too persistent. Plus, not only growing up as 'brothers', they were also the best of friends, so maybe it was time he got back to trusting, "Something happened last year," he meant last spring, "in school, Jare."
"Now we're getting someplace," Jared sat up straight, more attentive. When Jason didn't speak, he probed, "Well, bro?"
Smiling, Jason opens with, "I hope you're going to be forgiving when I tell you you didn't give me the best blowjob I've ever had?"
"I knew it! I knew there was something else. So, who was it? The captain of the football team? Coach Peterson?"
"Coach Peterson is gay?"
"Darned if I know, but even though he was married, I heard he hit some of the jocks up for a taste of their cocks?"
"I never thought, coach being so macho! But no, it wasn't either of them."
"Mr. Styvertson?"
"He retired when you graduated. Besides Jare, get a grip. I'm not into the senior citizen crowd?"
"Me neither, but...."
Discovering a piece of the puzzle missing, Jason says, "I'm not going a further step until you tell me!"
"There! That's what I mean!" Jared positions his hand like a gun, the barrel pointed in his direction.
"What?"
"That attitude. The way you answered me back, that authoritarian attitude!"
Not having realized he was behaving the same as his last year of high school, word spreading like wildfire when, after the drunken-soccer party, his cock being able to out perform his fellow classmen, his head possibly swelling as much as his cock did that night as he went from ass to ass, fucking the living daylights out of a quarter of the team.
Two minutes later, after Jason had spilled his guts, especially coming to the juicy part of his story, Jared exclaims, "You fucked how many asses?"
Counting on his fingers, Jason looks into the top of his eyelids as if he can see the thinking center of his brain, "Let's see.. one, two... I think that was it. Could've been one more."
"Oh man bro, you must have powerful balls to secrete all that sap!"
"Um, it's not like they all took it up the ass?" He waited for reaction.
"Damn bro. You would fit right in here." Then he remembers something, leaning in to the center of the table, "Hey, remember what I said about staying away from Rick?"
"No fuckin' trouble with that, Jare. The guy's like such a fat fuck." And then getting sweet, he says, "I like, like them muscled?"
Reflecting on past days, "Now I know why you liked it when I came out of the jon with a towel wrapped around my waist!"
And, keeping a high profile, Jason replies, "I'm not totally convinced it was the other way around... you stalking me?"
"And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"Get off it Jare. You were flirting with me everytime. You knew I was pretending to read my book when you came out, strutting your fuckin' muscles!"
Sitting back, Jared smiles, placing his folded hands over his gut. "Inquiring minds want to know?"
"So, if you were so smart and 'knew', why didn't you say something to me?"
"Because, sometimes it's better to wait and allow a person to come out of their shell at their own pace?"
"I was scared shit, after you came out. You call that pacing it?"
"Oh yeah," Jared remembers. "I forgot... the little woosie! So," he gets off this topic and back on the original, "who was it you fucked at the soccer party and afterwards, etcetera, etcetera?"
"Nobody," Jason replies.
Believing him, Jared just smiles.
"Except maybe the pizza delivery guy."
Jared bursts out with, "You fucked..." then lowers his voice, "You fucked John Whelan? He's such a greaser!"
"John Whelan? No, no, no, no, no... no fuckin' way. Even if I was desperate, I'd rather use the garden hose!"
"Um, like have you?"
"Damn bro... you saw it for yourself. Do you think it would even 'fit' in a garden hose?"
Knowing the score, Jared kicks it up, "How about the pool hose?"
"Neither and it was Tom Whelan, his bro. John joined the Marines and last I heard he was in Afghanistan."
"Tom Whelan huh? I didn't even know John 'had' a little brother?"
Left as it was, Jason knew Jared wanted followup details.
"What are you fuckin' tryin' to tell me here, bro?" It piqued Jared's interest so much he was licking his lips.
"Not old like in 'old', Jare?" Knowing Jared wasn't going to stop pursuing the truth of the matter, Jason digs right in, "Like I said, John joined the Marines, I think it resulted from a fight with his father, something about becoming part owner in the pizzeria... well anyway, I got this from Tom, their father cursed John out, telling him he didn't have the responsibility and blah, blah, blah, he laughed in John's face. Getting his revenge, John didn't serve notice, just up and left right in the middle of the afternoon. I was like so fuckin' surprised when Tom showed up in John's place."
"So, who made the first advance?"
Unknown to Jason, there was some movement going on under the table.
"It was like fuckin' weird! I yelled to the screen door for John to come in. I was in the kitchen, having just gotten out of the pool. Like, in my speedo, y'know?"
Grinning, Jared was getting it, replying, "Sagging right down to your barrel, huh?"
"I wasn't trying to be a flirt like somebody I know, okay?"
Giving Jason a sour face, Jared sticks his tongue out.
Returning it, Jason does the same, like they were two toddlers.
"Okay, so you were sagging and?"
"I'm not going on until you apologize for sticking your tongue out at me!"
"You did it back?"
"But you initiated it."
"Okay, so I'm sorry for sticking my tongue out at you, will you get on with it?"
Continuing, Jason tells of how they communicated mentally, him taking the pizza box out of Tom's hands, placing it right on the table in the foyer. "He got into talking about how muscular a bod I had and that he worked out too. I figured he was provoking me, so I asked to see his abs and..."
"Wait! How old is Tom?"
"Not as old as you think. I wasn't having sex with a fuckin' sixty year old?"
"How old and then get on with it?"
Jason replies, "Twenty-six, okay. He got layed off at his job and...."
Cutting him off, Jared says, "So he came over to get laid?"
"Y'know you have a fuckin' filthy mouth, bro?"
"Do you think guys care when my lips are wrapped around their shaft?"
He didn't mean it in this way, but rather than debate it, he continues, "So nothing you haven't heard of before bro, we stripped down, took it into the bedroom and... well the first time, Tom took his sweet time, but..."
"You fucked him more than once?" Jared exclaimed as his hand worked under the beltline of his jeans.
"Not in the same day, dah?"
"So, did he like suck you for awhile?"
Wise to Jared, Jason replies, "If you need some fuel for the fire, go look at some gay porn, bro! I'm going to talk with Heinrich."
"Oh man," Jared replies, talking mainly to himself, since Jason had left. Here he was all alone, his hand inside his briefs and no where to go with this major erection. He packed it in and sat there, waiting for it to go down. Too when he finished off his beer, he began downing his bro's remaining pint.
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