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RiNG DaNG DoO 09
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Awesome!" Ari says, looking up at the two story modern building, a curved neon sign reading, Bear & Grill', "But hey! Where's this Bear-Boozled' place?"
As they entered, Adri, a little under the influence of Ari's strong drink-mixing skills, but Ari more so far gone, educates his date, "First it's the `Bear & Grill', then we go downstairs to the night club."
"Whateva!" Ari replies.
Little did Ari know, while he and Adri sat in the backseat of the limo, hijacked by Steve, Wrolf and his date coversed in the front half of the luxury car.
Within the time it took to ride from the Scorpion mansion to the Bear & Grill', Steve finds out Wrolf s uncle is the bouncer at the establishment.
Taking advantage of Ari's borderline state of drunkenness, they concoct a plan.
It is, as they enter the packed atmosphere of the foyer of the `Bear & Grill', Steve says, "Remember who to ask for, Ari?"
As Steve looks to Wrolf, both with hands in the devious plan, Adri asks, "Steve, what are you guys up to?"
Same time, Ari replies, "No sweat," repeating what Steve has said to tell the big bouncer, "make sure I ask for this Wing Dang Doodle dude."
Both Steve and Wrolf correct him, "Ring Dang Doo!"
They laugh.
Adri says of it, "I don't know about all this?"
As is customary, like a speakeasy joint out of the age of prohibition, Ari knocks on the door.
Within the door frame, a small portal, wooden frame opens. No bigger than a man's face, a man shouts, "What's the word?"
Steve nudges Ari on, whispering in his ear, "Ring Dang Doo!"
"Wing Dang Dude!"
Knowing he was being checked out, summed up, Ari goes to extremes, grabbing the edges of the bottom of his tee shirt and whips it off overhead, with the words, "C'mon! Open up Doodle! We wanna get it on and party!"
That did it, Ring Dang Doo licking his lips and unknown to Ari or his three friends, the sight of the `otter' got RDD so wound up, his hand fell down to his crotch as he unbolted the door, saying, "C'm..oon-in!"
Pushed in, not only by Adri, Steve and Wrolf, but others wanting to enter, the bouncer cared less at the moment, allowing another eight or so patrons entry, before slamming the door shut.
They both stood there, about the same height. Like day and night though, Ari was this smooth otter, Ring Dang Doo, a built, wide-shouldered bear, complete with all the expectations, meaty pecs covered with dark brown fur, a channel of hair connecting his abs, a swirling mass around his bellyhole, it ending at a brass buckle.
After taking the tour of the bear's bod, Ari focused on the bearded face, "Hey, y'know you're kinda hot!" As Adri rolls his eyes, Ari takes both of Ring Dang Doo's massive pecs in each hand and jokes, "Are these for real?"
Normally, anybody who lay a hand on Ring Dang Doo, would find themselves, first, slammed up against the door, their ass kicked on the way `out'. However, the electricity he was feeling, looking down upon his aggressor, he allows Ari to mess with his hairy pecs, gets the joy of his life at watching and feeling thumbs pressing against his nips, massaged in a semi-circle.
Almost as soon as they entered the Bear & Grill', Steve and Wrolf took off for the lower portion of the building, the club know as Bear-Boozled'. Adri hung around and as he was about to warn Ari about keeping his hands to himself, who should walk in, but Sam Scorpion, with Dilan on his arm!
With a rousting "Ring Dang Doo!" Sam announces himself. Seeing Ari still clutching pecs, "You take care of my new assistant, `Doo'!"
In more than a happy mood, Sam suddenly recognizes Adri, saying, "You and Ari, you still together?"
It was a sticky situation, Ari `clinging' to Ring Dang Doo, Adri looking on.
Then, having neglected his job, "One second," takes Ring Dang Doo out of the scene momentarily.
All of a sudden, Ari starts praising, "That Ring Dang Doo dude... isn't he fuckin' hot? Man," he makes like he's feeling up RDD's pecs, his hands to his own bite-sized pecs, Ari says, "would like hold onto more than those big pecaroo's!"
Adri figured Ari wasn't being himself, yet not knowing him too long, a matter of a few hours, he was already getting the picture, his date was more akin to the carefree gay life. So, to answer Sam, Adri replies in a manner he thought he would never do, "We came together, but if I see something which interests me more..."
Sam wasn't sure of what to make of this.
Ari, he's passed the line a few times, not to mention hearing it from other dudes, so thought it nothing out of the ordinary, "Sure. Whatever gets you going!"
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that," Sam says to Adri, when Ari turns back to the door and `pec-man.'
"Nah, it's okay," Adri says. "I didn't feel much like partying anyway."
As Adri says it, a dude comes walking up the three steps to the door. First step he and Adri lock eyes. Second step, more of a confirmation their stares were meant for each other. Third step, they are a foot from each other and sure they had made a connection, via sight, resort to `sound', him asking, "Were you looking..." he had made the gesture to gulp, "at me?"
Replying in the positive, Adri says, "Uh yeah. I hope it's okay," a little unsure of himself. He wasn't into picking up guys, something he was sure was common for Ari. It then snapped in his mind `Ari', Adri casting a glance over his shoulder, giving it one more doubt that possibly their evening could be resurrected. Seeing Ari hanging over Ring Dang Doo's shoulder, proof enough their evening was concluded.
"Are you with somebody?"
"Excuse me," Sam says, him and Dilan passing by Adri, Dilan saying, "Good luck this time, Adri."
He smiled at Dilan, saying to the dude, still in front, but slowly getting swayed by the crowd, "No I'm not with anybody. Well, I came in with my roommate..." seeing Adri concerned over this, "No! Not my roommate like in a relationship roommate. My college roommate! Are you coming or going?" he asks Adri.
Looking around and because Adri could not possibly believe this hunk of a human male was asking him such a question, he points to himself, "You mean me?"
"Yeah," he says, smiling. Possibly out of frustration, coming and going in a matter of a half hour, he adds, "and don't take this personal, but..." Then he caught himself with words unspoken, yet if said, could possibly `cut like a knife.' Instead of what he was going to say, he looks at Adri's chest, "That's a really nice shirt you're wearing."
Smiling, Adri says, "That's a really nice shirt you're `not' wearing!"
"Thanks," he says and in the old-fashion way, puts his hand out and greets, "I'm Zach."
Not in a firm grip, taking Zach's hand, "I'm Adri."
"Adri," Zach sounded the vowels out a little longer, "now that's an unusual name."
The way Adri was figuring it, outside the Bear & Grill,' he felt like a foreigner, not one who fit the crowd. However, he had the same feelings about Zach, not your typical party guy who sought out places like the Bear & Grill', nor Bear-Boozled', for the purpose of picking up guys. Plus, he thought Zach to be out of this world'. About an inch taller, though who could really tell, Zach was a light brown-haired bombshell, who didn't go crazy on his hair, a moderate cut with a shaggy approach. He looked solid without the shirt, a faint brown swirl midchest and... he didn't further his gaze purposefully, thinking Zach might think otherwise if he knew he was being checked out down below.
"Israeli, but I grew up in Brooklyn, you?"
"I was born in Finland, but have lived in about three or four other places, most recently the United States. I just graduated from Gallaudet University and intend on pursuing a masters." Zach was about to say something else, but figured his finances, or lack of, was his business.
Finally, Adri admits to himself, along with telling, "This isn't really my scene and..."
Smiling, Zach says, "Same here. Like I said, I came with friends, but I have a feeling I'm not going home with them." He offers, before Adri has the chance, "Would you like to get some coffee?"
Agreeing wholeheartedly, the two make their exit, then stand there, Zach tagging Adri's arm, "Wait a minute. Unless you've got some wheels, we're going to have to take a taxi or walk?"
Zach hoped, since he was short of cash, walking was in Adri's physical vocabulary.
"Uh," Adri thought for a moment, looking over the stretch of parking lot. There were two limos parked. One, to the left vista he knew was the one he came in. There's where a problem lay, knowing Steve had driven them to the `Bear & Grill.' Farther to the left, he knew that had to be Sam's limo. Sam never drove anywhere without Kit, short for Kittiphan, his East Asian driver, who had a first name nobody could ever say correctly, hence the nick. Regardless, Adri, because he thought Zach could be more the intellectual mate, probably the glasses, he was looking for, plus downright fuckin' cute, he gave way to evil intentions.
"This yours?" Zach's eyes grew white in the reflection of parking light poles.
"My employer's," Adri replies.
Standing at the driver's side, the dark window drops open, a hardly recognized form of American English asking question.
Adri hardly understood himself, but knew Kit could understand him, "Sam said he'll find his own way home, for me to take his limo."
Not questioning Adri as much, Kit tilts his head out of the window, summing up the guy next to his fare, "Hmm-m."
The window zips up, Zach asking, "I didn't catch what he said."
"He didn't say anything," Adri replies. " C'mon. Get in."
Zach felt strange, being catapulted from a life of a poor college boy, to what seemed something along the lines of the life of a richman!
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Afflicted by the duties of his job for the past ten minutes, `Ring Dang Doo' made sure he kept tabs on Ari, which for the most part wasn't a chore at all. Rather, he was more the force of protection, keeping Ari from being stolen away from him, each time he opened the door.
`Protect' Ring Dang Doo did indeed, especially upon the second time he opened the door, a small entourage of businessmen entering, having to warn, "Keep your fuckin' mitts off?"
Forming a rounded `O' with his mouth, the suit'n'tie dude replies, "Oops! Sorry!" and kept going.
Wise to this guy, Ring Dang Doo had kept his eyes on this character, especially from past episodes, guys telling him this dude couldn't keep his hands to himself!
Then there was a lull, him turning to Ari, breaking down the tough facade and asking, "So..." he flashes a debonair smile, "you think I'm cute, do you?"
Of course, it wasn't a one way reaction, with those businessmen, Ari helping himself to touching and feeling, even loosening up a button of a shirt or stripping a tie from around a collar. However, right now, alone with the giant bear, Ari smiled as he say, "I never thought I'd like a big, hairy, hunk of a guy, but... you got a break coming soon?"
Any other guy who tried something fancy, Ring Dang Doo would have bounced them out immediately, except maybe a certain stature of a young cub. Strange he thought, being attracted to `fur', he was now salivating, with a strong desire to lick the smooth bod all the way down to the bellyhole stripe. His theory of being a total top went right out the window, his lips wanting to taste teen meat and maybe more!
"Sooner than you think!"
Ari watched as this Ring Dang Doo character made such a strong, shrieking whistle sound, it cut through the wall of loud music. In a flash, a guard from the inner sanctum of the club appears, Ring Dang Doo `commanding', "Hey Steve, wanna cover for me for awhile?"
"Sure, but you owe me, Ak!"
Steve got a mouthed, `Fuck you' in return, which made him smile.
Leading Ari outside the club, down the alley way, he yells out, "That guy Steve... what'd he call you?"
Fifty feet down, Ring Dang Doo keys another entrance to the building, responding, "Ak. Short for Aksel."
"That your real name?" Ari asks, following `Aksel' inside.
"Jenson. Aksel Jenson."
"Wrolf's uncle. Same last name?"
"You got it!"
Walking upstairs, Ari figures they are headed to a bedroom, being the place didn't look so well-kept, more shoddy stairway and then the hall, which looked like it needed new wallpapering. Upon impact, walking through the door of a keyed apartment, it was like walking into paradise!
"You live here?"
Walking over to a bar, which could probably rival one of the ones at the club, Aksel asks, "What'll you have, Ari?"
Burning off a little of the effects of his drinking binge, plus the cool alleyway in which the two trekked down, barechested, sobered Ari up some, him saying, "Got beer?"
"Pick one," Aksel said, holding two beer bottles in front of him.
Ari didn't know what was wrong with him, couldn't begin to guess, but the two nips showing through the fabric of Aksel's chest hair was turning him on so, he licked his lips saying, "These?"
"Oh shit!" Aksel responds, dropping his head back, a result of Ari mashing both his nips.
Laughing his ass off, Ari stops and plucks the beer bottle from Aksel's left hand, saying, "A little sensitive there, are we?"
Because Aksel was standing behind the bar, Ari couldn't see, but he sure felt it, saying, "Oh you can't see it, but I can sure feel it!"
Standing up on the rungs of the bar stool, Ari leans over the top of the bar, saying, "Lemme see!"
As Aksel backed up, Ari's eyes floated from chest, down the outlines of a six pack, over a bellyhole swirl and then a belt buckle, which secured Aksel's assets.
"Nice!" Ari comments, regarding the bulge.
"Um," Aksel treads as if on sensitive ground, "you wouldn't happen to be sharing the same opinion?"
Plopping his ass down on the stool, Ari confides, "Ya know, I never thought of myself as liking big, hairy guys like you, but right now..."
In a split second, it seemed Aksel had walked to the end of the bar, with two beer bottles in hand, nodding, "C'mon. Wanna go exploring?"
It's the exact thing Ari was thinking and after tipping the bottom of the bottle, setting it down on the bar with a thud, he hops off his seat.
Such were desires, for Ari, he didn't even care about the ornate deco of the bedroom, nor that it was huge in size, accommodating now only a queen-sized bed, but sitting area and fireplace. Right now, it wasn't the plush carpeting which caught his attention, but rather the plush feel of Aksel's pecs.
Because Ari had made the first move, with a driving desire to `taste', in seconds his tongue was licking the hairy, basketball-sized pecs.
"Oh... oh, oh, oh, o-o-o-o-oh!" Aksel clamored, by the wet tongue on his pecs.
However, Ari wasn't the only one who had driving desires and as Ari gave Aksel's pecs an oral workover, Aksel busied his hands with dismantling the framework of Ari's pants!
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Copyright 2011 T. Chase McPhee
`RiNG DaNG DoO' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.