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, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state 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.
PaTRick'S LuCKy CHarM 10 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Have you slept with many guys?" The conversation turned to the gay lifestyle after the formalities were out of the way, Patrick finding out Officer Barredo's first name and that he's been on the force for six months.
"I guess I've been a `momma's boy' most of my life. Well that's how it's been since I took care of her till she passed on. You?"
"Can you keep a secret?"
"You don't trust a cop?"
They laughed and when the laughing died down, Patrick informed Austin of the only guy he's had sex with and it was oral only, his best friend, Jason.
"You are so way ahead of me!"
And thinking of Jason, of bold and outgoing he can be regarding sexual activity, Jason's comment hanging over his head, on how it was his own fault he hadn't felt the pleasure of having his cock massage by a hot ass canal, Patrick gave in, "Say Austin, how would you like to have your first oral sex experience?"
Austin spit out his coffee and started gagging.
Patrick slapped his back till he recovered. "Sorry there Austin. I didn't mean to make you choke."
"Not your fault," the twenty-four year old replies. "It's the way I get when I'm surprised by something."
"Oh. I hadn't meant to do that."
"Not a problem. Nothing a napkin can't handle."
They sat there for a second, till Austin says, "I think you're a nice guy and I'd like to."
It then occurs to Patrick, "Wait a minute. When you called Scott your partner, did you mean?"
"Oh no-no-no. I think I'm years away from having a partner. What I was going to say is I think I would feel real comfortable doing something with you Patrick."
"If you don't know what to do I can talk you through it?"
Austin giggled.
"Did I say something funny?"
"Oh no. It's just I've seen porno, y'know?" Austin hinted on his abilities to keep Patrick hard and happy.
Patrick sat back, smiled, with something else driving him on, other than Jason's words. "I bet you know how to really make a guy feel good!" And with Austin smiling, "So you want to try it?"
"Now?"
Suddenly Patrick gets all nervous. He takes Austin's wrist, turns it to look at his watch. "Oh man!" he says, jumping out of his seat.
"What's the problem?" Austin shares in his worry.
"In ten minutes Salv and I.... oh man! Salv! We've got to be at the airport in ten minutes to pick up Ke'ala!"
Of course Austin was confused other than understanding Patrick had to be at the airport.
"We've got to find Salv."
"I've got it right here. My own private line!" Austin said, taking his cellphone out.
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Except for his shirt attached to his cuffed wrists, Salv lay there on the concrete floor of Dom's homemade dungeon, still in captivity. However is wasn't like at all under Dom's rule. Twenty minutes ago Scott had found the key and `accidentally' dropped it between Salv's legs. Looking for it gave Salv quite a stir. Before long Salv lay there on the floor, totally in the buff, except for his shirt covering part of his arms. As for Scott he voluntarily removed his uniform and lay there on his bare chest tenderly massaging Salv's sore balls with his mouth, a hand to shelter his hard shaft from rubbing against the cement.
"Oh damn!" Scott called out when the cellphone in his pants pocket rang out with some pop tune from the 80's. First came the slurp, Scott popping off of Salv's tall shaft, then the voice, "Yeah... oh it's you Austin.... Um yeah, I found the key," glancing at Salv lying there, still cuffed around the workbench leg, his cock standing up straight and tall, Scott makes excuse, "but I've had trouble opening the cuffs... Yep. He's still bound to the workbench... Nope. No chance of him getting free anytime soon.... Okay... okay... okay..."
Of course the reason the cuffs would not open is because Scott hadn't bothered trying yet!
"What did he want?"
"Something about you and Patrick picking up some guy at the airport."
Salv, in his excitement of remembering, tried getting up. "Owwwch!" he cried out when his bound wrists kept his back glued to the floor.
In a crafty manner Scott says, "You ain't going nowhere. You're under my power now!" And he went right back to sucking around the base of Salv`s tall stalk, this time taking one of his big orbs in his mouth and licking his tongue around it.
"I guess Patrick... ooooh.... can handle it," Salv said in between his moans of pleasure.
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Where it would take an ordinary motorist an hour or so to reach the county airport, Austin sped by on the shoulder, weaving over to the left lane, back in the right, to the shoulder and back in lane, his persuasive patrol car lights buying him the freedom to do his bidding for space on the roadway, resulting in a ten minute, tops, trip, instead of the usual forty-five.
"Good thing I met up with you."
"In more ways than one," Austin said.
Before Patrick got out he reads the cop's thoughts, "Me too. I'm really looking forward to seeing what lies under the uniform." Was Jason wearing off on him or what?
The two, sitting there at five minutes till touchdown, Austin submits, "Who was the better um... oral guy when you and Jason, um... did it?"
"About even," Patrick replies, a stir in his pants as part of his reaction.
"I am very much so looking forward to this."
Patrick agreed and then said they better go find Ke'ala's flight information. The forty-eight states poured into the county airport, but it was a far cry from the vastness of a Kennedy, O'Hare or the likes of any major city.
"There," Patrick pointed out on the self-changing, computerized billboard of flights."
Austin read it off, "San Diego? I thought he was from Hawaii?"
"The runway is not big enough for international or overseas flights."
"Oh right," he replies, Austin realizing he should have known this fact months ago, since he was slowly becoming part of the scenery of the small town. "Says gate 2."
"C'mon," Patrick said, tapping the back of his hand against Austin's tummy.
In recourse, Austin tugged at Patrick's sleeve saying, "No, it's this way."
"Are you sure?" Patrick asks, looking in the opposite direction he was being tugged. His mind did linger a little longer, checking out the young guy at the smoothie stand. It was a distance, but he could have sworn he caught the dude's eye and caused him to smile. "I'm got to quit this!" he warned himself about checking out every guy who was hot, regardless if they were gay or straight.
"What?" Austin asks as he leads Patrick.
"Nothing."
It was only a few hundred paces and they stood at gate 2, Austin saying, "I see the plane. I wonder if he had to pay extra to transport the birds?"
With the itinerary already in his mind, Patrick informs Austin, "He didn't have to bring them. The birds are going to be on loan from the Atlanta zoo. An ornithologist and his assistant are transporting them directly to the country club."
"This Kayolla must be an important man in his field to get that kind of service!"
Both are totally whacked out of their gourds when they hear from behind their backs, "Someone mention my name?"
Turning around both thought they were in heaven, or close enough, looking at a curly, dark-haired man around mid to late-20's, scruffy beard and eyes as deep as blue coral.
"I did... I think I did," Austin tried recalling if he was the last one.
"Nice to meet you Salvatore," he said to Austin.
"Um, no, I'm not Salvatore. I'm Austin and this here is..."
"I'm so sorry, I thought..."
Cutting off his self-introduction, Patrick states, "Neither one of us are Salvatore. I'm Patrick and I'm the one who has come to meet you."
"I am very glad you have."
While Patrick and Ke'ala were making eye contact with each other, the twenty-five year old rookie was checking out Ke'ala's stats.
"Same here," Patrick replied, matching the smile on Ke'ala's face.
Noticing how long they held hands, Austin coughs into his hand to interrupt, breaking their chain of eye contact as well as the physical. "I think we better go?"
"And oh," Patrick steals Austin`s arm, "this is Austin Barredo."
"It is a pleasure to meet you, officer."
Now Patrick was a little confused, Ke`ala talking up a storm with Austin. "Um, do you have any luggage?" Patrick asks.
Ke'ala turns around, exposing the hiker's backpack, a sturdy metal frame squared off with canvas, extending from about the top of his head to his lower back. Everything I need is right in here," Ke'ala reaches over his right shoulder with his left hand.
Austin noticed the gap between the board shorts and Hawaiian shirt, the lift showing off some of the scattered, almost black hair, speckled across Ke'ala's lower abs and signs of a treasure trail. He brought up, "I was once in the boy scouts."
Turning his attention to Austin, Ke'ala says, "Then you must know much about nature?"
"Oh sure," Austin follows up with, "one whole fall our troop raked leaves for old folks who couldn't get out to do it!"
Patrick exchanged smiles with Ke'ala, Ke'ala replying, "Sounds like a very considerate thing to do," even though it probably didn't merit a nature badge.
After a moment of silence, Austin says, "Well guys, I'm sure they will be missing me back at the station."
The hint dropped, Patrick stood in between the two others as they walked to the patrol car. Popping the trunk, Ke'ala slid his backpack off, Austin's eyes busy focusing on each opening between buttons of the stretched Hawaiian shirt, more body hair visible at the chest area than stomach. Like many men, a man's hairy front was a big turn on and proving his liking for it Austin felt some pulsing down yonder.
Unlike the sedan of yesteryear, the patrol car resembled an all-terrain model, Ke'ala taking up residence in the rear and within conversation distance. Even though Austin began the conversing off with, "Did you take a direct flight?"
Ke'ala replies, "From Honolulu to the mainland, yes, then a transfer flight to here."
"Tired?" Patrick asks.
"Yes," Ke'ala answers, "from sitting!"
"I had a college mate who was a surfer and used to travel to Hawaii for just that purpose."
"It is one of the great places of the world for surfing," Ke'ala tells Austin.
Even though Austin was checking out Ke'ala in his rear view mirror, not once did he make eye contact. In totally an opposite perspective, he noted Ke'ala's attention on his passenger.
But then again, the conversation seemed more related to Ke'ala's field, Patrick asking, "I hope you like the accommodations the Atlanta Zoo is providing and the birds they are bringing are suitable to you."
"Oh yes. I have been in close contact with them. The person in charge is very knowledgeable and obliging support person on behalf of the zoo and I`ve been assured his assistant is a top notch student from the university. He also happens to be a collegue of mine. We went to the same college."
For the duration of the journey back to the country club, the subject matter coursed over Ke'ala's life in Hawaii to his area of study, back to Hawaii, then Ke'ala in the asking of Austin and Patrick about their situations in life.
With hardly any luggage accompanying Ke'ala, it became easy task for Austin to let the two out at the cul-de-sac, the entrance to the country club. "Anytime it interests you to take a guided tour around the countryside, I'm available," he told Ke'ala before departing the grounds.
In the lobby of the club, Patrick and Ke'ala were immediately greeted by Mr. Alvarez, who's interest was in shaking Ke'ala's hand before asking Patrick, "Is Salv with you?"
"He hasn't returned yet?" Patrick inquired.
"I haven't heard from him since you two left for the airport," Alvarez replied.
"Um, we kind of ran into some little difficulty."
Even though Austin talked to Ke'ala about the town, the country club and then branched out towards other areas of interest, Ke'ala found it tough keeping his attention on Austin's meanderings of subject matter.
With Patrick assured Alvarez, "I'll follow through and see what he's up to, after I get Ke'ala situated."
To Austin it seemed like this is where the road ended for himself. Promising he would call soon, on account of he hadn't filled out a report, he excused himself. His was very obliged when Mr. Alvarez offered to walk him to his patrol car.
As with Salv, accommodations for guest presenters required a set of bungalows set aside on the far side of the country club campus. Walking across field, through a grove of bushes and along a path, Patrick pointed out, "This is Salv's bungalow," and skipping the next one, "and this is yours."
Before proceeding, Patrick did something which came natural when things seemed to be going his way, he smiled as he slapped his hand against his chest. "Oh my God! Oh my God!" he called out in horror. "My good luck charm!"
In seconds he had dashed back across the lawn and was just in time to flag down Austin. In fast he almost got rundown!
Quickly, Austin stepped on the brake and leaned out the window. "What's the matter?"
In a real panic, Patrick rattled off with great concern, "We have to go back! My good luck charm! It's gone!"
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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