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% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.
PaTRick'S LuCKy CHarM 19 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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While Ke'ala went to check out the bird cages, Patrick made his way to the front building, the main lodge. Out front he continually checked his watch, waiting for the bird man from Atlanta to show up. While standing there, whistling a Broadway showtune he had seen eons ago, he halted in the middle when a compact vehicle drove up. Patrick had never seen a Cooper mini, so became interested in looking at the detail as he rounded the car. Instead of the usual good morning' or good afternoon', Patrick greets the passenger as he opens the door, "I haven't seen one of these before. How's the gas mileage?"
Rising up out of the driver's seat, the gentleman addresses Patrick, "Nice to meet you too, mate!"
"Oh! I hadn't realized... oh I'm so sorry for my rudeness," Patrick said.
Before Patrick could do it, the dude extends his hand, "Oh shoo! Think nothing of it. I'm Mick Weatherly. I think you were expecting me?"
Making a connection, Patrick greets him, "The bird man from Atlanta." Then noticing the mini-car once more, Patrick had a different thought on his mind, "Where are your birds?"
"Back up the road a few miles. Flat tire. As soon as they get the utility rolling they will be arriving."
"Utility?" Patrick questioned.
"As you can tell I'm originally from the land down under. Utility... truck?"
"Oh right," Patrick replied. Though, his mind was on something somebody else had said, the `land down under' having a sexual connotation. He smiled, which apparently Mick did not pick up on.
"Say, is Ke'ala about?"
It was still stuck in his mind, thinking Mick Weatherly would be around Ke'ala's age. "Yes. He was busy getting the cages ready. I'll take you to him."
"Say mate, where's the car park around here?"
"I'll have one of the guys do it," Patrick answered, having the feeling he could figure out what `car park' meant, reversing the words!
The whole time it took to walk through the lobby, out the side door, down the walk and to a building across the lawn, Patrick had this sensation of being watched, or at least eyes upon him, being checked out.
"Nice block of land you have here and... Oh my what a `lovely' view!"
Patrick turned to the direction in which Mick's attention is drawn. Sure, the property was immaculately manicured, bushes taking on different forms, but he guess Weatherly was eyeing up the man doing outfoor calistenics on the grass. His intuition drove him onwards, so he announces, "The hunk in the distance is Adnan Alhaadi!"
Turning his head towards Patrick, Michael had the widest grin on his face. "You are a smart boy. I will have to keep my eyes on you."
"Oh really? Like they haven't already been? That is before you began checking out Adnan?"
And continuing in his faint Aussie accent, "I like you Patrick. I think we will become good mates."
However Patrick guessed Mick was an agressive one and soon Adnan would be his best friend around here. As they began walking, Patrick tells, "Ke'ala is across the field, then past the club house. Are you up for it?"
"Mate, when you sit on a jet for hours, then drive an hour, a bushwalk is just what I need to limber up!"
Patrick smiled as they walked. Not until Mick tripped over a stick, did he break his attention towards Adnan and look where Patrick was leading him.
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"Hey, hold up Salv. I got a text message," Jake said.
"Anybody I know?" Salv said, at first trying to look over Jake's shoulder, at which time Jake quickly shut him out.
Before Jake folds his cell in half, he asks, "Say, any chance I could quit today at three?"
"Oh you can take off anytime after two, if you want?"
"Cool!" Jake said, quickly handling his cell with two hands and typing like mad. "Done!" he calls out.
"So, who's the lucky guy?" Salv butts into Jake's business.
After naming "Sean Beurenguer," Jake went on to sum up how they met in the early morning hours.
"Motorcycle huh?"
Knowing what Salv was thinking, Jake said, "No-o-o-o he's not one of those," meaning the `gang' type. "He's an english professor at the college."
"Hot?"
"Very warm," Jake said it in a sexy manner.
Then Salv and Jake walked towards the office, parting company, Jake going off on his first duty of checking up on the guest bungalows.
First, was a middle-aged couple who used to be golfers, up there in the golf world, but long since retired. They were very cordial. Jake nicely stood there with his pad in hand, listening for about five minutes to some story, which took the couple back in time when they were young enough to be able to swing a club without getting dizzy!
Guest house #2, he came across Angus MacDonald, from Scotland, who traveled here every summer for the Bald Mountain Golf Tournament and also to cash in on some local fishing.
Jake spent quite a bit of time at guest house #3, talking with gay boyfriends, Aaron and Keren, from Israel, whom had entered their first golf tournament.
"Are you guys good?"
"How do you mean that?" Keren said as he stood behind Aaron, wrapping his arms around his middle from the back.
Aaron broke away from the prison of Keren's arms, saying, "Where's your manners Keren?"
"Uh, sorry there Jake," Keren said, but still wore a smile.
"No problem," Jake replies. Helping to cover Keren's ass, he asks, "What size iron do you use?"
Aaron didn't get it until he realized Jake's eye contact with Keren, staring at Keren's crotch.
Smiling, Keren replies, "I `always' use a seven. How about you?"
"I always use a nine," Jake replies. "Gets the ball right into the hole!"
Keren then addresses his boyfriend, "Hey Aaron, why don't we have Jake here in later for some cocktails?"
Arms folded across his middle and tapping his foot, Aaron replies, "Why don't we `not'?"
`Uh-oh', Jake thought, then announces, "Well I've got to be going. Nice to meet you guys." When he got outside he wondered how forgiving a person Aaron was!
At guest house #4, he met the golfer from Montana, Hannah Cannuck.
Then #5, the writer from Oregon, Chase McFee, there on assignment from Golf Adventure magazine, there to cover the Bald Mountain Golf Tournament. Right away Jake started to feel some tingles from down below, McFee standing there in his morning garb, a pair of CK low-risers clinging to his torso. He dropped his pad lower. The blond hair, light covering of chest fur, the trail down the middle, running right over McFee's bellyhole and the inch or so of pubic hair above the briefs, all made McFee's appearance very sexy. Jake had a feeling McFee was coming on to him, and he would have liked to have stayed, but had a job to do. After leaving, he thought the invitation to stop by later stuck in his mind and he filed the idea away for later.
Numbers six, seven and eight came up with nobody coming to the door, Jake figuring they left early.
Nine, some little kid came to the door, a bowl of cereal in his hand, telling Jake his mommy and daddy were still in bed. When Jake asked if there were any problems, the kid asked Jake for some chocolate milk. He wrote it down and told Mikey he would try to get some for him later. It was the first time Jake was called `mister'!
Guest house #10 turned up empty. Looking through the door, he saw the place looked a wreck, like somebody carried on last night, with what looked to be a frat party. He felt sorry for `housekeeping'!
Last on his list, Jake approached guest house #11. He stopped dead in his tracks. Unlike the other guest houses, the blinds were all open on the side of the cottage. And, through the far side window he saw a dark-skinned dude, arms up in the air, hands attached to the rafters, doing pullups. He was really going at it as Jake walks towards the back of the cottage to get a better advantage. Thinking he was in a safe position, he found he wasn't, when the dude stopped his exercising, walked over to the window, opened it and yelled, "C'mon in!" He shrugged his head in the direction of the front door.
Taking a quick gulp, Jake replied, "I'm here to check up on you.... I mean to see if you need anything."
"See you at the front door."
Walking around the cottage to the front, Jake was met by... his list had him down as Adnan Alhaadi, which he very badly pronounced, "Ad-nan, um... Al-ha-a-ad-die?"
"Let's make it Adnan," Adnan said, extending his hand and literally pulling Jake inside.
It was musky smelling to say the least. From outside, Jake could make out Adnan wearing something about his loins, but up close found it to be a skimpy pair of shorts and was it `packed'!
"Do you work out?" the twenty-nine year old asks.
"I haven't since school ended. I used to work out in the gym five times a week," Jake replies.
"Why don't you strip down spot for me?" Adnan asks, going to the window and letting the blind down.
"Sure," Jake replied. After all, Salv had made it a point to put Adnan last on his list and far as he knew, Salv didn't have anything else for him to do after he made his rounds of the guest houses. But he got a little worried when, after Adnan had let all the blinds down and tilted them shut, he turned to Jake and peeled off his shorts.
"Might as well get comfortable," Adnan replies.
He got to where his shirt was unbuttoned. He peeled it backwards, over his shoulders.
"Hey, nice pecs," Adnan said, gaining some distance.
"Uh, thanks," Jake replied.
At five feet, ten inches, Adnan only had about two inches on Jake's height, but the muscular beef which hung from both his frame and loins, made him look taller and definitely wider and where describing the package, beer can-sized and more than golf balls.
"Oh yeah. I like these," Adnan says, sinking to a knee and licking over one of Jake's pecs, feeling the other up with his thumb.
"Oh-h-h-h-h fuck!" Jake replied. He was actually thrown off course. Figuring, with the size of Adnan's meat he surely was going to try to plug his ass, but doing a lunge in order to suck on his nip and lick his hairy teen chest, he was really surprised. But the enjoyment of a tongue licking over his pecs and eventually Adnan working at his belt buckle, gave him a more relaxed feeling.
With a slight accent, Adnan exclaimed, "Fuck yeah!" when he unveiled Jake's teenhood. He went right to work, bending over and engulfing Jake's 9-club.
Later Jake would tell himself he received the best blowjob, however when Adnan got in doggie position, Jake thought it over. "Um, I'd really like to do you Adnan, but I've got a boyfriend and..."
"Not a problem," Adnan replies. "You lay down. I'll take care of you."
"Um, but," Jake was concerned about Adnan's tool making its way up his ass canal.
"No. Trust me. I will not fuck you." And something which rang a bell from last night's encounter with Mohamed, "You the master. I will be your slave."
So Jason took up position, lying on the bed. He relaxed, for he knew if Adnan came anywhere close to his ass, a swift lift of his knee would put him out of commission for awhile.
"I will treat you very good. You see."
And Adnan showed him. He licked Jake from neck to navel, including his pits and pubes. Then zeroed in on Jake's cock, licking around the base, up and down the sides like catering to a popsicle. Jake grabbed the pillow when Adnan tantalized each of his ballsacs and marvelled at how he could fit both inside his mouth, then felt his tongue juggle them around inside.
"Uh, like I'm not going to be able to hold out much longer," Jake said.
Right away Adnan spits Jake's balls out and goes to work on his cock.
Jake moaned at feeling Adnan swallow him whole and then doing some type of musical number, humming an unknown tune, how it affected him to the point he couldn't contain his teen-seed any longer. After it was over, Jake's cream in Adnan's stomach, he was sweatier than Adnan doing pullups off the rafters.
"I will come now," he said and it didn't take much before Adnan's ropes of cum shot out, reaching as far as Jake's pecs with two or three ropes, a few more touching down on his stomach, and a few short ones lower. Adnan instructs him, "Now I will clean you up!"
As Adnan's tongue vacuumed up his own residue from Jake's bod, he purposefully spread it around, which seemed erotic in itself to Jake and soon Adnan was being poked on the underside. And when Adnan was satisfied he sopped up Jake's cum-smeared pecs, stomach and had gotten every drop out of his deep innie, Adnan pushed himself down farther on the bed and began doing Jake all over again.
Not only did Jake get another hot blowjob and ball-licking, but this time Adnan folded his legs towards him and gave him a nice tongue fuck up the ass. He marvelled out how deep Adnan's tongue could get, which only made his cock tingle more. Jake tried touching himself, but Adnan sensed it, withdrew his tongue from Jake's ass, said, "I will do that," parted Jake's legs and went down on him.
"Are we having fun?"
Adnan's big bod was in his way, but Jake could swear it was the tone of voice from the dude in guest house #5.
Keeping on, Adnan didn't stop for a second, sucking away on Jake's 9c.
Then, from behind Adnan, after hearing the door shut, Jake exclaims, "Mr. McFee?"
"Hey, how you doing?" McFee said to Jake.
"Oh real good," Jake replies.
"Adnan is a helluva good cocksucker, isn't he?"
Jake replied in the affirmative and knew how McFee knew! Even though he could feel Adnan's tongue once again sliding up and down his barrel, he watched as McFee silently began stripping down, which was primarily only his tee shirt. He did make comment, "Are you like okay walking around outdoors with your in only your briefs Mr. McFee?"
"Hell, who gives a damn and stop calling me by my father's name. It's Chase."
Jake smiled. He thought McFee was quite a character. And while on the small talk, Jake says, "Being a writer, `Chase', do you think you and I could get together and talk about the professional aspects, because I'm going to be an english major this fall and maybe I'd like to get into doing what you do."
Chase knew what Jake was referring to, but changed the meaning quite a lot, "It's for very few men I bottom. Let's get together later and see where it goes, huh?"
"Cool!" Jake replied, forgetting he was now boyfriend status with his last night motorcycle professor. Then for awhile things were silent, Jake watching Chase lube up his cock, which apparently needed a lot of grease to cover the rather large endowment. And then Jake wondered something when Chase mischevously mouthed the words, `Watch this!'
Adnan's lifting belt was laying on a chair. Chase picks it up, walks behind Adnan and with it doubled in half, takes a mighty swing with it.
"Ow-w-w-wch! Oh fuck!" he screams, popping off Jake's cock, then reaching behind him and feeling up his ass.
"Oh shit!" Jake expresses his feelings, watching a guy no taller than he, wielding Adnan's exercise belt as a tool to strike Adnan's ass cheeks.
"Don't give me that boy," Chase treats the six-footer like his own personal slave. "You liked it, didn't you boy?"
"Um," Adnan looks Jake in the eyes.
Drawing off his experiences from Salv's little slave party last night, Jake addresses Adnan in a stern manner, "Answer him boy!"
First, Adnan's eyes light up and a brilliant smile of glee comes over him, saying out loud and clear, "Yes sir!"
McFee prods him on, "You liked it so much that what boy?"
"Sir, may I have another?"
Jake smiled when Adnan rolled his eyes and he could see it in his disposition, preparing himself.
"Raise that ass up boy!"
And as he did, Jake could see right down the underside of Adnan, his hairy chest, abs and his cock and balls hanging down. He didn't exactly go for the S&M thing, but found it humorous, when Chase whacked his ass this time, Adnan's balls swung furiously and he got a kick out of it!
"Now get back on that cock boy!"
"Yes Master," he responded to Chase.
And as Adnan lowered his head, another whack of the weight-lifting belt came upon him, with Chase telling him, "Did you ask your new master if you could suck it, boy?"
"Oops!" Adnan replied.
Jake couldn't believe it. After Adnan receiving three whacks on the ass, he was smiling.
"May I please suck your cock master?"
Playing the game, Jake replies, "I'm not sure if should let you after you didn't ask."
"Oh please master," Adnan begged, "I need to have your sweet, juicy piece of meat in my mouth sir?"
"Alright, but I want you to pull off when I say and when I come on myself I want every dropped licked off!" Jake replies.
It was cool, Jake thought, Adnan slowly making love to his cock all over again, but the difference this time, was Chase, behind him, plugging his ass. And as time progressed, there seemed to be a rhythm developed, whereas Chase would fuck inwards as Adnan slid his cock down his throat and as Chase pulled out, Adnan blew him in reverse.
"I'm getting real close," Jake announced.
"Oh-h-h-h-h," Adnan whimpered when Chase pulled out.
Normally, Chase would pound Adnan's ass, but he wanted Jake to get the benefit, so he ordered Adnan to pair his cock up with Jake's and with one of his big hands, jerk both. With his free hand he did Chase's cock and all at once the flood gates opened, flooding Jake with a frontal assault of waves of cum. Jake lost track of who's cum was flying where, assimulating it to a fire, where hoses are bearing down on the fire from different directions. It was cool, he thought, Chase lying down next to him, Adnan painting both of their bods with the pasty goo, then licking them both off. Jake also found out how romantic Chase could be, allowing Adnan to fend for himself, filling his gut, while the two caressed and kissed.
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"Hey Tony! Long time, no see!" Patrick said, walking towards Tony Foresi as he walked towards him.
They embraced in a sweet show of affection, kissing on the lips, parting, but walking towards Mick and Ke'ala.
"Who's the blond hunk?" Tony asks Patrick as they slowed their pace.
"Mick Weatherly... the bird man from Atlanta."
Right away Tony says, "He owes me fifty bucks."
"Fifty bucks? How's that go Tony?"
"The driver of his truck got spooked, breaking down on the road, which happened to be right in front of my property. Hank down at the service station wouldn't take on the responsibility, so he pawned it off on me." Then Tony theorizes, "I happen to be in the right' place at the right' time, according to Hank."
When Patrick presented Tony to Mick, Mick replies, "What happened to my driver?"
"Woosed out," Tony replies, "and you owe me fifty bucks for driving those noisy birds up here."
Stepping over to Tony, Mick, with purpose, makes like he's checking Tony out from head to toe. "Oh really? A strapping mate like you letting a bunch of canaries get to you?"
"My fifty bucks?" Tony replies, sticking out his palm.
Ke'ala speaks up, saying, "Give it to him Mick!"
Patrick looks from Ke'ala to Mick. Something personal had crossed the airwaves and he wondered what the secret code meant. Ke'ala began laughing right away as Mick roughly grabs the front of Tony's shirt, yanks him forwards and butts chests, plastering Tony's lips with his. Right away Tony begins fighting him off, but slowly the hands which are prying Mick off him, change, slipping around Mick's back and giving in.
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