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.
% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.
THe HaRDee BoYs 05 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"We could be twins!" Jason exclaims after Sikandar has stepped from behind him, from tying his bowtie for him.
"We could, if you spent some time sunning on the beach?"
In front of the elongated mirror the two stare at each other, a smile on their faces.
Jason shouts, "Oh my God! What's that?"
Taking Jason by the arm, as if formally leading him, Sikandar replies, "Father 'thinks' he can play the trumpet. It is his way of calling the household to dinner."
"Oh, I was under the impression it was only you and me?"
As they venture from the bedroom into the hallway, Sikandar says, "It is only you and I, but at one time this house was teeming with life."
"What happened to everybody?" Jason asks as they step slowly downstairs.
"My father's brother used to live with us. He had a big family, but since he is now employed, he has a home of his own."
Curious, Jason asks, "And your mother?"
"My mother is from Britain, a free spirit whom has found her niche in being a nonconformist."
"Which means?" Jason replies.
"For now she prefers to live outside of our world and be a part of a unique lifestyle, living in community of followers of 'the free spirit'."
"Oh I see," Jason said, not really anymore enlightened than before.
"Someday I will explain more. But right now, I would like to tell you, don't be taken aback by many things my father will say to you."
"Like?"
Sikandar replies, as his hand presses lightly on the door between this world and the next, "Right away he will think you are my boyfriend and if he likes you, he will try to convince you to become more than my boyfriend!"
In a cocky manner, Jason says, "And what would be so wrong with that?"
With humor, Sikandar replies, "You really like my hairy pecs, don't you?"
"I like your pecs, but I like your ass even more!"
Sikandar throws Jason a slick, suspicious look.
"Come in! Come in! Welcome to our house!" Sikandar's father welcomes Jason, placing his hands to Jason's sides, kissing him on each cheek. "You may call me Sam."
"Affectionate," Jason replies, as he looks to Sikandar.
"This is Jason Hardee, father." And to send a message, "my 'friend' from college."
In a pompous manner, his father replies, "Oh! So you are Sikandar's boyfriend?"
Jumping the gun, right into Sikandar's father's hip pocket, Jason replies with a shrugging of his shoulders, "Who knows? Maybe more!"
And like a chip on the bargaining table, "I know Sikandar has very good choice in men."
Sikandar smiled, knowing Jason would 'pay' for his advance words, giggling as his father grabs Jason around the neck, leading him over to the table and his father boasting how happy a man he will make for Jason.
"You see, all this," Sam waves his hand over the large room, fitted out with lux paintings and statues, like talking about a kingdom of wealth and prosperity, "will one day be passed down to my son and whomever he chooses to be a part of his life."
Jason thought he was handling the 'gay' thing very well. When escorted to his place at the table, he thought it was going to be the three of them, but differed his opinion when looking at four place settings. He figured the situation with Sikandar's mother, she might be back to dine with them, a touchy subject, so didn't ask.
His question, at least regarding another individual joining them for dinner is answered, when Sikandar asks, "Is Denis joining us for dinner?"
"Denis?" Jason responds. "I thought you were an only child?"
Sam replies, "He should be here any minute?"
As they are speaking, a man, not much different build than Sam, bearish in stature, walks in, apologizing, "I am so sorry I am late."
So many questions, stoking Jason's mind were answered, when the two bears exchange a kiss on the lips. Looking at Sikandar, Jason's features, eyes and grin, shows his surprise. He words it so only Sikandar can see, his unvocalized question, 'Gay?'
Smiling, Sikandar gives a quick nod, 'yes'.
"Isn't this just lovely," Sam says to Denis, bringing the Frenchman over to where Sikandar and Jason are paired off, "Denis, my son has chosen a lover, Mr. Jason Hardee."
Not minding at all, Jason freely accepted Denis' show of affection, much like Sam.
While the two greeted one another, Sikandar corners his father to tell him, "Father, we're 'not' lovers. We're not even boyfriends. I met Jason on the road home from soccer practice. I was only giving him a ride, okay?"
"But you like what you see and you stop to pick him up, no?" Sam put it so logically, then called the two to dinner.
As he too sat down, it was running through his mind, his father's exact words, 'you like what you see'. Sikandar had to admit to himself, it was the first words to come to mind when he saw the hitchhiker!
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Rick crawled around in the dark, trying to find the boundaries of the hay-filled room. Standing, the ceiling was a little lower than a man's height, so he resorted to hands and knees. He then hears a moan, saying, "Somebody else in here?"
"Oh-h-h-h-h..." comes the response, followed by, "over here."
Dark, he couldn't see, but Rick's hearing was excellent, so he switched himself around and crawled. "Keep saying something."
"Over here.... over here... I'm over here..."
Reaching farther and farther in front of himself, Rick's hands traisped on hay, until he felt up a bare leg, him responding, "Is that you?"
"Yeah, it's me. Who are you?"
Forgetting, Rick stood up, bumping his head, "Owch! I'm Rick." Falling back down onto his knees, his head leaned on skin once again. "Oh sorry," he said, realizing he leaned on a bare thigh.
"I'm John, Rick. Remember me?"
He didn't. Like Rick thought before, with so many asses and so little time, he couldn't recall, nor picture a 'John' in his life. "Sorry, I don't." And knowing his incarcerating was over 'John', he asks, "Why am I here?"
Rather than cool and conventional, John replies, "I'm sorry I got you into this, Rick."
"Into what?"
"My father is very strict with Luke and I. I tried keeping my gay sexuality to myself, but there comes a time when a man has to stand up for what he believes in. I tried to tell him, but he wouldn't listen. And then, when I told him I had sex with another man, he went ballistic!"
Finding his bearings, sitting down next to John, the dark didn't show anything, but his arm brushing against him, told Rick, John either didn't have many clothes on or was totally in the buff. "Let me get this straight, your father's against you being gay, you told him you were, told him you made it with another guy and now you're being punished for it by being kept in this underground hole?"
"No, there's more to it than that and this is where I kind of got you into trouble. Believe me Rick, I would've held out, but he kept on with the strap on my back and would not let up until I confessed the name of the man I had sex with."
Not having to say another word, Rick replies, "You told him it was me?"
"I couldn't lie Rick. He would know. I would not have told, only I couldn't stand him whipping me anymore."
"Bastard!" Rick replies. Then asks, "So, what is he going to do with us?"
"He's a deranged man. All he can think about is 'purifying' us."
"Purifying us? Like how would that go?"
"He's already started on me," John replies, not really wanting to give details.
"So what does he do? Like take us down to the river, mumble some heebie-jeebie voodoo words over us," Rick makes a 'woo-o-o-o' sound, "and declare we're healed of being gay?"
"I wish it could be that simple."
"So?" Rick presses for details.
"Are you sure you want to know?"
"Not unless you know of a way out of here?"
John replies, "Not a chance. We're in the basement of the barn. It's very solid wood. The only way out is a door, but it would take a bulldozer to knock it down and father keeps it locked."
"Okay, so what do I have to look forward to tomorrow?" Rick asks, a little upbeat, but really he's dreading anything, especially after the treatment he has received thus far and John's talk of being whipped with a strap.
"You really want to know?"
Silence prevailed, which gave John his answer.
"Well first father will strip you down. Then he will insert this cyclinder over your cock and at the flick of a switch, a motor will engage. It will begin to vacuum air out of the cyclinder and...."
"And my cock will grow into a nice long, thick piece of meat!"
"Oh, so you know?"
"I know how a cock enlarger works. So, your father is making our cocks bigger... what's that gonna prove?"
"Um, it's like what he does 'after' he makes them bigger?"
In the dark, he couldn't see his boundaries, and when leaning over, Rick hadn't realized how close he had become, almost in John's face.
"He like, um... know what the machine looks like that milks a cow?" John, being a farmboy, knew.
"You're not saying what I 'think' you're saying? He's not like gonna put a milking machine on our...."
"He's already done it to me, so I kind of know."
"So, what's the purpose of vacuum-pumping our cocks?" Rick asks. Even though he dreaded the thought, he wanted to know all the angles.
"The tubes used for milking are big. Only a big cock will fit inside, but after he switches on the milking machine, it'll stay hard, that is until you shoot your load."
"So let me get this straight. He jacks our cocks up, inserts them into the tube of a milking machine and then pumps them until we shoot our loads. Like what does that prove?"
"In father's own twisted little mind, he figures if he gets enough spunk out of us, it'll kill the desire to be gay."
"And like, how long does he think that'll take?" Rick presents.
"I don't know. I don't know what he's thinking."
In the dark, even though he couldn't see John, he knew he was feeling futility. It began to irk Rick in the same way. He wasn't a great student in college, but common knowledge would lend a hand in the rational, knowing you couldn't extract the 'gay' out of a man. He knows he wasn't much for sentimental words, but found John's arm, rubbed it some and said, "Don't worry. I'll figure a way out of this for both of us." He was hoping Jared would miss him not showing up by two a.m., followed by his usual phone call.
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"Oh! Oh! Oh fuck yeah!" Heinrich calls out, shooting his load.
Jared responds, "You did it again!"
The two smile, looking at how Heinrich's 'mean' fuck caused Jared's ejaculation, hands free!
"I'd get messy, but the bar is about to come to life," Heinrich says, backing off the bed.
"Another time," Jared says, still lying there, his finger taking a taste of his own goo.
Usually, as time has permitted, Heinrich wound fall flat, between Jared's legs, onto the nineteen year old's chest and using Jared's gummy residue, would rubs chests. As a post-jerkoff, Heinrich got into feeling cum rubbed into his hairy bod. Round two, as Heinrich lay on the bed, Jared would lick off his hairy chest and stomach, cleaning off as much of his own mingled come.
"You coming or staying?" Heinrich asks, taking a few paper towels, wetting them in the sink, then dousing his bod.
Getting up from the bed, Jared walks over to him, holds up Heinrich's right arm and replies, "Right now I'm going to eat out your ripe pit!"
Smiling, Heinrich says, "If I had the time, I'd let you work your way down to my ass!"
"How about later?" Jared replies on the sly.
"I could use an extra waiter for the night?"
His statement caused Jared to think about his bro, saying, "I hear you hired my bro?"
"Smart fella," Heinrich replies.
"And I'm not?"
Dropping the sweat-soaked paper towel in the garbage, Heinrich says, "He's probably not as hot a fuck as you?"
"Funny Heinrich. Is that all I am to you?" Jared says, grabbing up his pants, shirt, briefs and heading for the door.
Tagging his arm, Heinrich swings him about. Putting him in a hug-lock, he replies with kissing instead of words.
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Because Sam began talking to Jason about how Sikandar and he met, Jason felt it gave the go ahead for his to ask, "So, where did you and Denis meet?"
With a smile to each other, Sam says, "Denis tells it very well," which gave his boyfriend the go ahead.
"Well, I had just entered the Van Axel Palace..."
Sikandar cuts in, "Sam and Denis were at the 2007 Biennale in Venice."
"Venice, Italy?" Jason asks.
"Exactly," Denis replies, "and it is for the love of art which brought us together!"
He thought it a little corny, 'the love of art' causing the two lean together for a quick peck on the lips, but it show they were in love. Strangely, Jason had wished he had a lead in to do the same with Sikandar.
"So, finish your story, so we can eat?" Sikandar rushed them.
Denis, in his French accent purports, "Youth! Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! They have no reverence for the matrimony of love and art!"
Placing his hand to his mouth, like telling a secret, Jason asks, Sikandar softly, "What did he say?" Even in secret, he meant it for all to hear.
Sikandar could see his father ready to react, so interjects, "Soccer practice was very intense today and I'm rather hungry. Do you think we can eat soon?"
Staring at Jason, Denis replies, "Very well."
He thought Denis angry at him, but changed his thinking when Denis placed a kiss in his hand and blew it across the table to him.
"Oh stop that Denis! You're going to make me jealous!" Sam quacks, slapping Denis' hand down to the table.
Wondering who was going to get up to serve, Jason thought of offering, but got a real kick out of watching Sam pick up a little bell and ring it, the kitchen door busting open, two servants entering with platters and bowls. Some they set on a side table, of which Jason figured he would have to get up and serve himself, but wasn't the case. He was amazed, watching these two go about the table, depositing a smigeon of food on his plate, then the others. It seems the way it went, him always being the first to see the new entree, the othes following, till they buzzed back in the kitchen. Jason jokes, "They practice that?"
"It is the way food has been served for centuries!" Denis quickened his reponse.
Recollecting something his granny back in Kentucky used to say, it came to him, it going around in Jason's mind, something about God making a mold and then it breaking. Out of reaction, he nodded his head 'yes', thinking Denis was one of those broken molds.
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Taking more care then Heinrich, with his personal hygiene, Jared used the shower, then rifled through Heinrich's messy medicine cab for a stick of deoderant. After opening each of the three doors, doing a thorough search, he came up empty handed, saying, "No wonder you have pits that reek!" Instead of a snub, his nose crinkling up, Jared took a long, deep breath, thinking of how hot it was to first smell, then taste Heinrich's rank pit. He licked his lips as if feeling the tuft of hair on his tongue. Then, upon hearing some laughter from the outside bar filter in, he came to his senses. Without deoderant, his next shot was a bottle of A&F cologne, which he smeared on his hands, then patted down his bare chest and abs. "Hmm," he said before tipping the bottle again and making application around his cock and under his balls, commenting to himself, "Won't hurt!" Being he's been there before, he puts on his briefs and pants, walks over to a dresser and
steals a tee shirt. They are all the same, 'Wildwood' logo on the front and back, but checks the size. "Perfect!" Being it's still a little steamy in there, Jared waits, putting on his socks, his sneakers over them. He smiles, thinking the heat a result of his and Heinrich's hot, sexual action. Whether the room temperature dictates it or not, doesn't matter. Standing, he walks towards the door and opening it, feels the rush of coolness enter. He looks down upon himself and smiles, seeing his nips as hard as rocks. It's this which reminds him of his shirt. "Oh yeah!" he says to himself.
Before he can turn and head back inside for his shirt, some guy passing by, says, "Hey hotman!"
Carrying gear, Jared watches as he walks past, heading into the lounge. To himself, he says, "Who the hell is that?"
Right behind him is DJ Rock deRock Rickman, saying, "My little cousin. Hey, take the rest off, why doncha Jared?"
"Ha, ha," Jared replies sarcastically, sticking his tongue out at Rickman. He knew, if DJ Rock deRock didn't have his hands full, he would have been facing a middle finger!
A couple of others entering the Wildwood Bar and Grill, which turned into an unclassified 'gay bar' at night, checked out Jared's barechest. It almost made Jared want to go topless, but he knew if he was playing 'waiter', he'd need to wear the 'uniform'.
So, going back inside the room, he found the shirt, lassoed it around his neck first, feeding his arms in second and planing the tight-fitting tee down his bod. About ready to leave, the door opens. Figuring it's Heinrich, he makes his exit.
It being someone else, he gets back in his face, "Y'know, it's polite to thank someone for holding the door for you?"
"Thanks," Jared replies, standing there for more observations. In passing, it was just another face, but standing there and getting the full picture, he thought DJ Rock deRock's little cousin kind of cute! "So, you're DJ Rock deRock's little cousin I here?"
"Do you think I'm little?" he replies.
Jared's eyes drop to where he views the pants and then looks up, responding, "If you are, it's not showing?"
"My real name's Dobie D'Angelo, but tonight I'm DJ Dobie Dildock."
Giggling, Jared says, "Rock deRock and Dildock, huh?"
It set Dobie to laughing out loud, saying, "Nobody's ever put it like that before."
"So I take it, since you think I'm a 'hot man', you're interested?"
Dobie replies, "Really I was taking a chance of it being 'you'."
"Me?" Jared places his palm on his own chest.
"Yeah, right. Sylvester told me.."
"Sylvester?" Jared questions right away.
"Like Dobie D'Angelo is my 'real name', Sylvester D'Angelo is Rock deRock's real name, but don't ever call him Sylvester, because he hates the name."
"He does, does he?" Jared packed it away in his mind for future reference.
"Jared, you me helping out or what?" Heinrich yells from the edge of the bar.
"Gotta go, but check with you later, okay?" Jared says, hustling away. As he walks towards the bar, he says to himself, "Sylvester, is it?" He sported a big grin!
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Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee
`THe HaRDee BoYs' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.
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