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.
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PaTRick'S LuCKy CHarM 18 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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With morning, the sun began peering in the windows before the cabin-couple awoke. Finally, Patrick did flutter his eyes open. In a position where he couldn't move much, except flex a couple of muscles, he began to take advantage of Ke'ala sleeping. He felt up his skin, thinking how smooth. A scent lay on his skin and even though he wasn't freshly showered, Patrick breathed it in. Closing his eyes, the side of his face rubbed against Ke'ala's beard.
Ke'ala's eyes opened, then closed, then opened again. "How long have you been awake?"
"Two minutes, three," Patrick replies.
He then realises, "Oh, I'm crushing you, aren't I?" He rises up off of Patrick.
"Yeah, but it's a nice crush!"
Ke'ala runs his hand over the side of Patrick's face, stopping on the side of the cheek as he kisses him on the lips. "I would like to make love to you all day."
"Um, but like don't we have to work?"
Smiling, Ke'ala releases his hold over Patrick. "Yes." Picking a towel off of doorless shelf, Ke'ala wraps it around his waist as if putting on a pair of lowrise briefs. "I will use the community shower so you can use mine."
Jumping out of the bed, Patrick replies, "Why? Is it too small for two?"
"I don't know," Ke'ala says, shrugging his shoulders.
"I think we should try it and see!"
Feeling randy, Patrick pulls on Ke'ala's towel, unwrapping his waist. He turns midway to the jon and asks, "Where's your towel?"
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It was a long morning for Jason. They stopped off at an all night bar, played some pool and had a couple of beers. Both realized they didn't know each other's name. He found out, because he had asked, point-blank, "Like how old are you?"
After two beers, they had loosened up, him asking, "I figured you would like to know the name of the guy who picked you up, first?"
"Sure. What's your name?"
"Sean Berenguer. And you?"
"Jason Halpenny and you probably already suspect I'm eighteen or else you wouldn't have bought me two beers!"
Sean's smile sparkled in the flashy neon bar. "Actually? I figured twenty, but I'll settle for eighteen." And sticking his hand out, "Nice to meet ya!"
Quickly setting in, Jason's opinion wasn't of Sean being an evil biker dude. On the contrary he was very nice, cool and in the light of the dimly lit bar, as opposed to the college parking lot, he was quite a handsome find. "Age?"
"Twenty-seven. That bother you that you picked up an older dude?"
"Me pick you up? Hey buddy, it's like the other way around. It's not me' who came tapping my keys on your' car window!"
Sean stood there, smiling, the contour of his closely cropped beard following the shape of his upturned lips. "So be it," he coolly replies.
"So, what were you doing speeding through the parking lot at one in the morning, most likely breaking the speed limit?"
"Taking a short cut."
"Isn't that illegal?" Jason accuses.
"Um, not if you're a professor at the college and trying to get from one side of the campus to the other?"
"Oh," Jason said as if disappointed. "So what do you teach?"
After a swig, Sean replies, "English."
"Do you like it?"
"Very much so. I'm also involved in the theater, which enhances the position." And knowing he was giving himself away, not which he didn't suspect Jason could not handle, "Plus, I get to stare at all the hotties in my class."
"You talking girls or boys?"
He thought he was making it plain, but forgot about the distinction or maybe it was Jason making it rough on him. Instead of taking the roundabout way of doing this, Sean comes right out with. "I'm gay. Does it clarify things?"
"Does this clarify things better?"
Sean about falls off his stool as Jason grabs hold of the middle of his shirt, chest level and brings their bods together. It was only a few seconds before he lets go, returning Sean to his seat. "I hope you're out!"
It left Sean giggling as he replies, "Somewhat, but I suppose this confirms it and yes, you really know how to make the truth clear!"
After a game of pool, which Jason has never played and after the ball jumping the table a few times, Sean called it quits.
"Don't you teach tomorrow?" he asks Sean.
"I have late classes and a drama group in the evening," tacking on, "if you would like to come?"
"I can't come."
"Why not?"
Jason responds, "I don't even go to the college!"
"So? Who would know the difference?"
"I don't know," Jason replied with skepticism. "I'm not an actor."
Being frank, Sean jokes, "Neither are half the students who have auditioned!"
"What movie are you doing?"
It became obvious to Sean, Jason not having much of a serious education when it came to the language arts. "We're doing a play. Shakespeare."
"I think I've heard of him," Jason says, scratching his head, like it's going to stir up some past memory.
"I bet if you read him and understood what he is trying to convery to his readers, you would learn to like his plays."
"I guess I could try," Jason didn't turn him down. As time ticked away, Jason says, "I better get going. I've got this crappy job to do tomorrow at the country club."
As they walked to Sean's motorcycle, they talked about Jason's shitty job, but also of some of the off the books' benefits, Sean telling about some of his english professor' tales!
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"I told you we both could fit in here!"
However, for Ke'ala it was a tight squeeze, one he did not mind at all. "You were right," Ke'ala awarded Patrick the benefit.
"Maybe you should turn around," Patrick says as his back presses up against the wall of the shower meant for one. "On second guess, maybe this wasn't such a hot idea after all?"
Ke'ala was quick to remedy the situation. Bringing Patrick forwards a few steps, he reached behind, connecting Patrick's hands with his, bringing them forwards, to his sides. Taking the cake of soap, he places it in Patrick's hand and with the same hand, moves Patrick's hand around in a circle on his own chest.
"Oh, I like this!" Patrick exclaimed, even though his face was smooshed into Ke'ala's shoulder blade.
Slowly, a good idea turned erotic, when Patrick's hand glided down Ke'ala's hairy front, following the wide trail to his pubes.
He dropped the soap, "Oops!" when his hand gave way to soaping up cock! And even though the water cut down on the lubrication, Patrick managed.
What became really intense, is Ke'ala bending over to pick up the soap. Set on target, it would be a cinch to make insertion, but it didn't work out as Patrick dreamed it would. Instead of Ke'ala getting impaled, his butt pushed Patrick's thick shaft downwards. "Not enough lube, I guess."
"What?" Ke'ala asks over his shoulder as he hands Patrick the soap.
"Oh nothing," Patrick said.
If he could look over Ke'ala's shoulder, he would have seen the big grin on his face!
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Jason didn't go home last night, er rather early this morning. Instead, he slept in Sean's bed. When he awoke, his hands were swimming over the double-sized bed, searching. He realized he was alone, but not forgotten, smelling something cooking, waifs of aromas traveling upstairs. Getting up, he found a robe on the back of the door and helped himself. Following the scent to the bottom of the stairway, he turned left instead of right. After hitting home, Sean's home in the wee hours of the morning and after two beers he had a memory of sorts, but with daytime filtering in through the windows, he could better get a look of the house Sean lived in. "Nice," he comments out loud, seeing the paintings on the wall as geniune and some bronze guy sitting, elbow on his knee, his head in his palm.
"It's `the thinker'," a voice came from a doorway.
Upon hearing it, it sounding like a warning, Jason withdrew his hand as if it were hot.
"You can touch it," Sean said.
However, right now, Jason thought about touching Sean, standing there in boxer shorts and a scantily clad kitchen apron clinging to his bod. "If I had known you were going to dress like this for breakfast, I would've forgotten the robe!"
"Hungry?"
As Sean turned and led him into the kitchen, Jason wiped out his assumption. Sean had only the apron on!
"Probably not as hungry as you were an hour or two ago?" Jason replies, sending a message.
"Even though I like your `cooking' Jase, I didn't quite get my fill!"
"I could come back tonight and feed you dessert?" he tells Sean.
"Actually," Sean went to say something, but withdrew.
"What?"
"Nothing. I just have this little fetish thing."
"Oh, are you into that whips and chains thing?"
"You know about bdsm?" Sean asks.
"I've experienced it from time to time. Hey, how's a poor boy supposed to get some of the finer things in life without a job?"
It irked Sean as he thought about it, it showing on his face. "I don't quite get what you're saying there, Jase."
"I guess I didn't make myself plain enough, `teach'." Then he went on to make his point, "iPods, A&F tee shirts and jeans? Um DVD's? It costs money to buy all this stuff and since the rents didn't have it in their budget to shell out allowance and underaged... a guy's gotta make some loot with whatever resources are available to him." He rubbed his crotch, pooling the bathrobe up into the pocket of his midsection.
"Swapping loot for sex?"
"Hey, you asked last night where I learned to plow your ass so hard?"
"I was joking. Besides, you didn't give me an answer," Sean replies.
"So now you know."
"How do I know you're.... clean?" Sean questioned him with the medical issue in mind.
"Tested negative near the end of the school year. I talked my science teacher into taking me to some doctor he knew at a clinic two towns away," Jason fills him in.
Sean sets a cup of coffee in front of Jason, saying, "You drink coffee?"
"With cream," Jason returned with a smart answer.
He followed up with a plate of bacon and eggs.
"Fancy," Jason remarked of how it was laid out, two strips of bacon on the side, some twist of a fancy herb decorating the top of the omelet.
"I'm a gourmet cook. Something you could benefit from?"
As Sean toiled at the stove, preparing his own plate, Jason wondered what that was about. When Sean sat with his own fare, Jason asks, "What are you driving at here Sean?"
"I'm just saying. At the bar you talked about your family, saying you feel like home is a place to sleep and you're not there very much. I figured I've got more than one bedroom upstairs, plus I'm less than half the distance to the college than your house is."
Getting it, Jason asks, "How much or do I pay you in sex?"
Sitting back in his chair, taking a sip of coffee to wash down the toast, Sean coughed it back up, replying, "Neither. I'm just out to make your life a little easier. That's all."
"And why would you want to do it for a guy you met in the parking lot and downed a couple of beers with. I'm a stranger to you."
Differing, Sean presents, "Okay, so I need somebody to play with."
"Forget it. I'm not letting some guy tie me up in the basement and work me over."
"I don't mean anything of the sort Jase. Fact of the matter, I think you would get a kick out of lying freely on the kitchen table and allowing me to lick chocolate sauce and whipped cream off of your hot bod?"
Gazing at him strangely, Jason asks, "Chocolate and whipped cream? That's it?"
"Well maybe a cherry topping each nip?"
Joking, Jason replies, "Do I get to make a banana split out of your ass?"
Sean's serious, "If you want to?"
"Why me?"
"Because you're unattached and frankly I have a gut feeling I can trust you that you're not going to go and blab it all over town?"
"What else do you get into?" Jason waited to hear about the whips and chains.
"Domination. Deprivation. Nothing too extreme."
From his experiences, hired to perform certain tasks in his early teen years to make spending money, Jason asks, "No watersports or whipping?"
"I'm open for suggestions," Sean covered himself.
"I don't know. I have to think about it."
It was a mutual decision, but Jason did agree to come back tonight and stay at the house.
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"Best shower I ever took!" Patrick said as the two readied themselves for work.
"It was a bit crowded."
"Yeah, but nice!" Patrick looked upon their dilemma.
"It was very nice," Ke'ala conceded.
"Right, but I think we should try getting you a bigger bed."
"I think we take what we get," Ke'ala reasoned, regarding the accomodations.
"Nonsense! Salv has a double bed. I'll ask him if there is another one around."
"I'm all ready. How about you?" Ke'ala asks.
"I love you in a Hawaiian shirt," Patrick says. "Especially when you leave two buttons open. You look so sexy with your dark, hairy chest showing!"
Ke'ala smiled back at Patrick. He couldn't believe he was making such a big deal out of his hairy frontal region. "Nobody has ever paid as much detail to my hairy chest!"
Closer, Patrick slipped a hand in between the buttons. "I really like it."
"Obviously."
He really made Ke'ala squeal when his finger found a nip!
"You better not make me hard."
Patrick's asks, "Why?"
"Because it will show right through these shorts!"
Withdrawing his hand, Patrick remedies the situation, "You should start wearing darker shorts!"
"Light blue matches the shirt. It's part of the act, `Birds of The Islands'?"
"Speaking of which, we better get to breakfast because your feathered friends are arriving this morning."
Before Patrick set foot out the door, Ke'ala body-blocked him, intending on a sweet kiss. Instead, he was surprised when Patrick did the leading and he did the following.
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"Where's your car dude?" Salv asks Jason as Sean drops him off.
"Back at the college. Nice motorcycle, huh?"
"It's nice what's on it!"
Jason responds, "He's mind and you can't have him!"
"Well!" Salv says pompously. "The absolute nerve! After I set you up with Brett and..."
"You didn't set me up with Brett. Your master friend did the setting up and oh, by the way, what's this about the paper he gave me?"
Salv replies, "You're so lucky to own such a hot stud, Jase-my-boy!"
"Own? Yeah right. Like probably Brett doesn't even want me to own him."
"Why? What happened? You two left together. He didn't like cut out on you, did he... because if he did I'll tell Mohamed and he'll..."
"Will ya shut up a minute, Salv? Brett didn't cut out on me. I cut out on him."
"What?" Salv asks, half-sketchy on the details.
"I went to his dorm last night, had threeway sex with him and his room mate and then cut out. And oh, by the way, the night security guard is pretty hot. Worked over his ass before I left. You should go back tonight and do him."
"Really?" Salv replies with interest. "How old? Does he like have a big one?"
"Not as big as you, but he's got a real tight ass. And oh, he's thirty-something. Early thirties, I'd say."
"What time tonight?" Salv asks.
"Late. I left there after midnight. You can do him right there in the security booth."
"Hot!" Salv says with excitement. "I might even take one of Mohamed's boys and watch him get it on with the the dude."
"Whatever. Do what you like. I've got better plans," Jason says, grabbing the keys for the gardening shed.
Salv takes them and puts them back.
"What are you doing?"
"Hard labor isn't your job anymore. You're moving up Jase-my-boy!"
He wondered what he did to deserve the red carpet treatment, Salv taking him to the facility which housed the country club uniforms. "Like what am I going to do now?"
"Oh, do the same job I do primarily, a little work and then hang out?" Salv replied as his hands pushed uniforms on a rack from left to right.
As Jason saw it, Salv's job involving more hanging out than anything, but hey, he wasn't arguing over earning an easy buck.
"Here, try this on," Salv said of the navy pants and jacket.
"Um, like got a shirt to go with this?" Jason said, holding the two pieces on a hanger.
Back to the rack, Salv searched, while filling Jason in on first order of the day, "Walk around to all the guest bungalows and make sure every guest is getting the proper attention. Especially work it into the conversation of any complaints they may have."
Wise to Salv by now, he asks, "And what are you going to be doing now that I'm doing your job?"
Giving Jason a smirk, Salv resolves, "Sleeping in, lazing around until I start my job."
"Oh really Salv? And what will there be left for you to do once you shove all your duties off onto me?" Jason wises up.
"I'm not shoving `all' my duties off onto you," Salv relays. "There are some parts of my job I actually find pleasureable!"
Jason, standing there with only the dress slacks on, fly left open to tuck his shirt in, when he got it on, responds, "Tell ya what," he began to call the shots, "how about we split everything fifty-fifty?"
Salv looked upon this as Jason cutting in on some of his territory. "How about sixty-forty?"
"Sure. I don't mind getting sixty percent!"
"You know what I mean," Salv gave him a sly look.
"Yeah, okay. I guess I owe ya one for getting me out of slinging shit all day."
"Deal," Salv said, adding, "And take my advice."
"What's that?"
Salv replies, "While you are making your morning rounds, save bungalow number five for last!"
"Oh? What's that about?"
"Trust me, Jase-my-boy. It'll make you your first big tip of the day."
Not foreign to making an extra buck in this manner, Jason asks, "Is he cute?"
"Twenty-nine, six foot-one, beefy, muscular build, eight inches, answer answer your question?"
"What's his game?"
"Give him a nice tongue bath and if he's in the mood you'll walk away with a hefty sum by the end of the summer!"
"Could be fun," Jason replies with a mediocre reaction.
"Do a good job and he might request an afternoon performance!"
"Got a name?"
Salv not only names the guest in bungalow five, but digs deeper, "Adnan Almaadi, comes here every summer, sometimes visited by other business associates..."
"Like what business is this Addin in?"
"Ad'nan', not 'in' and he's into Diamond mining. He owns two or three mines in Africa."
"So he's a top?" Jason asks, with concern for his own interests.
"Adnan is also a gentleman. He won't do you unless you give the go ahead."
"So where does he get his `jollies', if I don't go for his cock up my ass?"
Salv fills Jason in, "He doesn't go on vacation without being prepared. He gets on his laptop and drums up some business on the net. Sometimes he rakes in two or three tricks at once."
"Oh, so there will be other guys having sex with him, all at once?"
"Could be one on one. Adnan's funny that way. Sometimes he likes three hot guys licking his chocolate bod and other times he's into taking it one at a time."
Jason asks, "Any other dudes who require special service?"
Silent, Salv smiles.
"Who?" Jason reads right through him.
"The gay couple in bungalow fourteen. Two very nice gentlemen whom have been vacationing here since meeting two years ago."
"Hmm," Jason wondered. If he was referred to the `chocolate' dude, how old were the two hotties Salv was saving for himself? "So, what's so special about the couple? They just hit puberty or something? They got cocks so long they'll straighten out your intestines? Got balls big enough for Michael Jordan to dribble? Huh?"
"Are you finished?" Salv said, arms folded across the middle, fully knowing he was ready to make a sap out of Jason.
"For now," Jason replies.
"Well Mr. Smarty-pants, for your information, Saul and Tommy experienced puberty `quite' a number of years ago. Their cocks? Moderate. Balls? Nah I don't think Jordan would be interested. But for the record I love being the center of attraction, sandwiched in between the two hot, beefy men, despite their old, old ages of thirty-six and -seven."
"Oh," is all Jason could think of saying.
"So, if you don't care to have your balls dribbled, I suggest shirting up and get on with your chores?"
"Yes, sir!" Jason mocked Salv out, pertaining to what transpired last night in Salv's bungalow.
Salv said, "Anytime you want to put on the bracelets for Mohamed and me..."
"Ah, no thanks. I like don't swing that way."
Though, as Jason left, Salv stood there, thinking of Jason, cuffs on each wrist, connector in between and strung up like a slab of beef. He smiled, thinking of how much fun it would be to tickle-torture him!
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