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RiNG DaNG DoO 07
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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After knocking twice, an interval of time left in between, Ari tried the door knob, it turning like a charm.
"Anybody home?" he softly called out, like if it was any louder, at nearly three in the morning, it would wake somebody.
Then again, Ari realizes why he is here in the first place. His immediate response is the action is over, because there's no noise, no moaning, no guys shouting because they are shooting their load or having the hottest fuck of their life.
He wandered, in a home which was not so different off than his own. Seeing double doors, he tried opening, expecting more or less the same, as if walking into a room like it at his own house. "Same old, same old," he said of the very large study, laden with old books, a huge desk, other furniture of comfort. However, something caught his eye, the moonlight through a window shining off it, "Nice guitar!" he remarks, running his hand from the small gap of the harp to the column. He quips, "Just like you used to play, `mom!'"
"Somebody in here?"
Ari had to adjust his vision, passing from almost pitch black to like the sun was out, "Only me!"
Standing there in one of the double doors was a guy, a plate in his hand, a sandwich topping it.
"Who are you?" Ari asks, coming closer.
"Domenic Briansky, the old man's illegitimate half-son?" Novak made it concise and to the point.
Not following, Ari quizzes, "Old man?"
Chuckling, Domenic replies, "People think Sam Scorpion' is his real name." Straying off topic, "His wife happened to be in Italy on a long, long vacation, on account of she had shacked up with another man. Then boom'! I came along."
There were a lot of pieces missing, but if what happened to him, happened to Domenic, having two parents, one with more money than he knew what to do with, the other more brains, but the same application, he could very much relate, "Did you ever see much of either, growing up?"
"How would you know anything about that?" Domenic stepped into the room.
Ari got a clearer picture. Domenic indeed was not wearing a shirt, something he wasn't sure of in the dim lighting. He didn't mean to `check him out', but couldn't help comparing the distinctions.
"I know," Domenic says, "I'm fat, right?"
"Average," Ari put it at. Domenic definitely was not the swimmer's bod guy you usually picture being at a porn studio owner's mansion. Trying to redeem himself, thinking of the beefy build, "You remind me of somebody, my friend Wrolf."
"Woof!" Domenic returns. "He a hot cub?"
"Cub?" First time Ari's heard of it.
Running his hand over his own furry chest, not thick, but obvious, the light brown rug, down to his fuzzy stomach, "Nice cub like me?"
Ari smiles, saying, "He's almost as much," he meant hairy.
He even giggled when Domenic pokes a finger into his own navel, saying of it, "Got a nice deep bellyhole like this?"
Making like amazement on his face, he notices the finger buried up above the first knuckle, "That I'm not sure of."
"Hmm."
"What?" Ari asks.
"This friend of yours. He gay?"
Ari knew where this was going, but at the same time he began to develop some strong vibrations of his own. Three feet away, he made the trip, helping himself to Domenic's sandwich, "What do we have here?"
"No! Wait!" he says.
Ari wondered why, after taking a bite. "Oh my fuckin'...."
He spat out what he hadn't swallowed.
Grabbing Ari's hand, Domenico rushes out of the study, around a staircase and down a long hallway, Ari more of less skating down the slick wooden floor on the designer sandals he wore in the fashion show. He would have been impressed, maybe backed up and did the slide a few more times, but his mouth on fire was priority!
"Here!" Domenico grabbed the whole pitcher of ice water out of the fridge, shoving it at Ari.
It slopped all over his shirt, but with two hands, Ari drank and drank and drank. "Daymnit Domenic, what was on that damn thing! Chilies?" He drinks more.
"Horseradish," Domenic replies. "I like a lot of it on there."
After handing the half-gone pitcher of water back to Domenic, Ari pulls at the front of his shirt, separating the wet from his chest a few times, airing it out.
With coy, Domenic says, "I can throw it in the dryer?"
"You got one handy?" Ari asks.
"First you gotta take it off?"
Ari tried, but the buttons, soaked, were stuck and tough to get through the eyelets.
"Need some help?"
Allowing his hands to drop to his sides, Ari stood there, staring, then sarcastically saying, "Well, are you going to stand there looking like a statue, or are you going to help me?"
Domenic approaches, reaches for the first button and tries to unbutton it. He then asks, "How much do you like this shirt?"
It had been a long two days, melded into one and at this moment, Ari didn't care much about it, "I hate it!"
They both laughed as Domenic tears it right down the middle.
Ari replies, "Good luck finding all the buttons!"
"I'll tell the cleaners to keep a lookout for them!"
He wasn't lying, Ari saying, "It's kind of stuck to my skin," peeling it back.
Turning his back, Ari allows Domenic to peel it off his shoulders. With chest forward, the two stare at each other.
"This is a first for me."
"Oh?"Ari questions. "How would that go, Domenic?"
"Dom. You can call me Dom and it's a first I've ever even been near a hot guy, let alone do a sexy thing like be `allowed' to take his shirt off?"
It was strange. Very, very strange. An intense strangeness, Ari standing there and like it was some hot guy like himself, perhaps like a notable porn star, he didn't think anything of the black-rimmed glasses encasing the looks of the hot guy in front of him. At least, it wasn't only his mind telling him, but down below Ari was really feeling the hots for this bear-cub'! Then he did the unthinkable, placing his hand on the shirt the cub' still held in both hands and snatched it away.
"Huh?" Dom replied to the swift action, breathing in a short, quick, quantity of air. Then, with Ari's face moving closer, his eyes grew as wide as saucers. "What.... are... you... do...."
Ari sealed Dom's reply off, placing his mouth over the gaping hole of astonishment. He couldn't help himself at this point, arms weaving inside Dom's arms, hands touching the soft skin, back, bringing their bods together, touching. From a distance, he had seen the beautiful nips adorning Dom's bod and now, closeup, moved in for the kill!
"No, no, no! Oh no!" Dom said of the moment, when Ari's lips touched the left side of his chest. He looked down, not believing a hot, slender dude was making love to his nip and it felt so awesome, his pants were filling up quick! Then, as if he willed it, he felt a pair of hands on his belt.
Totally losing control, as if still on some high from Michael's bottle of wine, but that wearing off some time ago, Ari continued his descent, dropping to his knees, then looking up at Dom, "Alright if I go here?"
"If I stop you, slap me!" Dom replied, almost comical. "Wait!" he then interrupted.
"What?"
"You wouldn't want to do this in bed, would you?"
Rather than botch things up, taking too long to settle down in one of the upstairs bedrooms, Dom headed off towards the chef's quarters. He thanked his lucky stars it was still being renovated.
"Nice place," Ari joked about the condition. Yet, it still resembled a bedroom for the fact there was a bed!
With haste, Dom removed the tarp, both fighting off the dust with their arms. Afraid his slender love-man might change his mind, Dom flung off his clothes, tore the top sheet from the bed, climbed in, saying, "Hurry up and get in before I think this is a dream and wake up!"
However, as it proved to Dom, this was no dream. Very much real, he watched as Ari went through the motion, going at his own belt buckle, stripping himself low and high and then his contoured thigh in bed next to him.
"Who woulda thought?"
"Hey, you're not the only one," Ari replies, snuggling up next to the Italian bearcub.
"Um, they really fascinate you, don't they?"
Ari, a hand rubbing over Dom's left pec, feeling up the cub-fur, "Yeah, I can really get off on furry dudes. How about you?" Because Ari was smooth, on down to his thin t-trail, says, "Like smooth guys?"
"Hairy? Smooth? Heck, as long as they've got a nice size between the legs..." Dom's hand checks, "heck, you got nothing to worry about, Ari!"
Ari cuts a joke, "I'm only about a nine and almost `there'?"
Sure, if felt good to Dom, having hands explore his pecs, but right now, with Ari's statement, he couldn't help but follow his own desires. In one swoop, he was up, on his knees and then plunging down over Ari's pubes with mouth wide open!
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Copyright 2011 T. Chase McPhee
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