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Give till it hurts...and if that's not enough, get with some s&m!
'YoGA MaTt' o3
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Sunday's Matt's Yoga Studio was closed.
It gave those who worked there time to be with their families, or those without, an opportunity to catch up on business or participate with friends in activities which required more than a drink at a bar, more bedtime for an extra romp in the sheets!
One thing which bothered Elton, when he moved in, was the paper thin quality of the walls. Fortunately, on the south side of the apartments, where his was located, there was not a neighbor next door, but a lushmeadow. Not enough room to build additional unit, a sidewalk ran the length of the side, right out onto the parking lot in front. For two grueling years he endured, with those cardboard walls, a hetero couple, who every night seemed to try to break the bed!
When the apartment next door became vacant, Elton couldn't have been more relieved. Not which he couldn't be a friendly neighbor, he felt he was trying too hard, when saying good morning to the male half of the relationship, whenever he went out for his 'shirtless' jog in the morning! It was just, a wave didn't compensate for stopping and take the time to chat. Oh well, at least Elton got his morning 'eye candy'!
For three grueling weeks, Elton had to wait for the vacant apartment to fill, wondering who the next tenants would be. How delighted he was when a truck pulled up and out of a chink in the blinds, spied two men get out. His eyes keenly stalked in particular, a younger guy, tall, strands of blond hair, some braided, walk to the bumper. With the little older man giving direction, they untied a canvas, threw it back and began unloading boxes. When they began coming closer to the vacant apartment, Elton had to withdraw from where his vision traveled through the blinds, not wanting to give himself away.
What was even more awesome, the older guy who helped the younger dude unpack the truck, left with it, which gave Elton some hope that if he was lucky, the long-haired guy might be single, gay, and other superlatives to already add to his handsome features!
The downer that set in, as usual when he spotted some hot, trim guy, would they be interested in a chubby guy?
Now, for the past few months, with Randy as a neighbor, all that ruckus of living with a hetereo couple has been replaced with near silence. At various parts of the morning or evening, Elton would lay awake in his bed, trying to listen to 'sounds', but none came other than the flush of the toilet or a pot or pan clanging in the kitchen. On rare occasion his stalking through the wall, he would hear a glass item drop, immediately followed by the 'dropper' saying 'oh shit!' He thought he heard a 'hum', which made him do the old trick of holding a water glass pressed against the wall, his ear to the bottom, to catch a trickle of noise. This worked for the most part, but became a hazard, when one morning he thought he got an earful of hearing Randy jerking off. It served purpose, Elton rearranging his studio apartment, moving a chair and table out of the way, swinging his bed over, parallel to the wall. Then, how delightful it became, whenever his ears picked up on the apartment dweller next door, jerking off, causing him to do the same!
So engrossed in the sound, he lowered one of his hands to his privates and in the process of 'massage', dropped the water glass. Shattering, it scared the whits out of Elton, not only because of sound, but hoping nothing could be heard on the other side of the wall. He felt he was in the clear, Randy never mentioning about it. Then again, up until this morning, there hasn't been a peep out of his neighbor, until he hurried himself to get ready for work, just in time to 'accidently' meet Randy at the front door.
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Yesterday, while decorating that cake at the store, he wondered what transpired between Randy and Harry. After Randy ordered up the birthday cake, the duo loaded the leftovers from the deli counter from the day before and being he was on the verge of being named manager, Elton decided to donate yesterday's bakery goods. Randy was so delighted, face lighting up, a great smile beaming and to top it off, like adding an olive to a martini, Elton received a warm hug!
Then, beyond his wildest expectations, right after Randy broke off the affectionate 'thank you', Harry gave him a quick gesture of gratitude, "thanks for that." With too much thinking, Elton wondered if Harry ever had his eyes on him at the store, 'nah!'
He probably lost a half pound or more trucking goods from the inner store to the loading dock. In those in between times Elton lingered at the dock puposefully. What a sight it was to see Harry and Randy working fervently to pack all those goods into the back of the truck, squaring corners off, juggling things around to fit the most they could. How nice to come out with a third load, deciding to donate paper goods and plastic utensils, Randy and Harry sweating from the excessive heat generated.
Standing there before the cart Elton hesitated to fully expose himself to them on the loading dock. Waiting in an alcove he could see them, but not be detected as he stalked the two.
Between runs, which took about five minutes, it was enough for Harry and Randy to decide, all this hauling of merchandise was making then work up a sweat.
"I don't know about you, but I don't feel like walking around in sweaty clothes all day."
Randy, up in the bed of the truck was given a bird's eye view of Harry, working a store-branded apron off, followed by unbuttoning a standard white shirt, parting it in the middle, removing it by allowing the shirt to fall behind the back, catching it just in time so it didn't fall on the dock. Frozen in place, Randy, whose long locks had mixed with sweat, but still smell of shower gel, shooed the strands out of the way, was beholden with the sight of Harry's fine bod, which had him react without restraint, "dude!"
"What?" Harry play coy, knowing his fine bod could be an eye-catcher.
Placing a hand on the side of the truck, Randy uses it as leverage to hop over the back, feet stomping onto the dock.
For a second they both stare at each other, Harry knowing Randy was window shopping.
"Man, you look awfully hot in that shirt?"
A powerful tool of suggestion, Randy reacts, "kinda stuck to me. I might need a hand getting it off?"
Since they had a choice of color, Randy's blue 'Matt's Yoga Studio' shirt was slowly hiked up the sides of his muscled lats, Harry helping to pull the sweaty shirt overhead, "you know I'm going to run into trouble with..."
"I know," Randy grabs up his hair, pulls an elastic from his pocket and with precision mops it up into a bun..
Fortunately for Elton, this last batch of goods were something that was not going to melt or spoil. He stood there as long as possible, watching Randy and Harry get their hands all over each other and kiss. What an eye-catching moment for Elton, gazing at the two as if they were performing on his laptop. But all this had consequences, which had Elton running for the nearest secure room. What came to mind was the restroom, questionable, since any guy could walk in on him, hand wrapped around and pumping. Another option was the managers office. Without hesitation he turns the handle. Locked, he fishes in a pocket for the key.
Upon opening it he's surprised out of his gourd, "Eddie?"
It was a first for Eddie, doing anything like this, outside the confines of a bedroom. Chip's bod was spread out on the floor. So surprised was Elton's bro, the jackknife he did over the liftoff was clean and precise, Chip's dick pulling right out.
It was enough to get Elton riled, Harry and Randy half-naked on the loading dock, but to see Chip lying on the floor, shaft as rugged as beer can, standing straight up, all glistening from Eddie's ass juices, "bro, what's this about?"
First thing Eddie was feeling was his vacated ass, but shocked by his brother's entrance, "I guess you can say," he fished for words of explanation, while trying to hide a massive erection with both hands, "it is what it is?"
Allowing feelings to get the best of him, the Chipster was more confronting, "hey, you see we're busy. Can we just finish up, then you can have your family moment?"
Elton had it in mind, to react to the callous words spoken by Chip, but the idea of his hand moving up that lubed tube softened his words, "um. Okay. Um, Eddie?"
It wasn't any secret, Chip down on the floor, could vey well see, the outline of Elton's pent up emotions, "might as well drop those pants and take care of that erection, while I finish fucking Eddie up?"
Who was fucking who could be debated!
No strangers to each others bods, Eddie stood there taking it all in, but not until Eddie mentions it, concedes, "fine with me."
"Really?" Elton questions it, "in front of Chip?"
It's then Chip gets the signal, "don't tell me, you two've got a bromance going on?"
"Had," Eddie says, "you know, young siblings there, in need to help a brother get off?"
Chip didn't care at this point, the family ties that bind a relationship, instead dishing it out like a dom top, "talk later. Right now, you better get that hot ass back down here Eddie, 'fore my shaft runs cold."
Elton was surprised, Chip acting out like a big boss man, when he thought him to be a mere wallflower. Another thing that struck him, Chip's bod, what muscle was hidden by the store uniform!
Throwing hint, Eddie says, "whether you want to go or stay, better make sure the door is locked, bro?"
Too late!
Just as Elton's hand clenched the knob from the inside, Harry's hand did the same on the outside.
"It won't turn," Elton reports.
When he let go, the knob did turn, from Harry, gaining access from the hallway.
Harry's reaction was on the mark, "fuck, Chip!"
Answering in crude way, Chip says, "right you are and if you're up for it, Harry, I think I'll have enough leftovers to do you, after I pump Eddie full of lead!"
With not a lot of experience with anal sex, Randy, right behind his hands-on other half, didn't get how this was going to go, playing it by ear.
"Oh really, Chip, you're so sure of yourself?"
Randy, Elton and Eddie were ready to see Harry and Chip get it on, with warlike motions, after Harry had just kicked the tip of Chip's dick with the tip of his shoe!
After the initial reaction, the stinging of his dick-head, Chip bounces to his feet in confrontation mode.
He could a bad boy if the situation demanded it, Chip, on a face-off with Harry, "after I beat you to a pulp, I'm gonna ram it down your throat!"
More the peaceful-minded individual, Randy has Tom to thank for maturing that part of his being, steps between the two, "hey now, I'm sure we can find a better way to resolve this."
Each of Randy's hand was against a chest, left stopping the provocation by Harry, right hand on Chip's lightly fuzzy mid region, in response to try to settle this peacefully.
Harry backs down, "never mind. We should get this stuff over to the pride center." He also takes a stab at Chip, "I just wanted to tell the boss I was going to be away from the store for a while," then with directness, "okay, Elton?" he stares at Chip!
Not sure if Chip was above or below him, on the store totem pole, Elton concedes, "uh, yeah. Sure."
With that, Randy drops hands, one going around the side of Harry's waist, "c'mon, before the butter in the truck melts."
That hand touching right above his belt, Harry was ready to melt!
"Let's finish this," the Chipster barks out the order, telling Eddie to get on the floor, on all fours.
Even though one year older, Eddie has always been the bottom for his brother, "what about you bro?"
As teens, they did each other simultaneously, but as maturity has it, Eddie became the glorified cocksucker, a hand in between to get himself off.
With two spits in his hand, Chip was inside Eddie, but not without a short howl and words of warning, "will you take it easy?"
Neither did Chip listen to Eddie, nor care!
Still, Elton didn't feel a place in all of this, but certainly his crotch was telling him different. Standing there, watching, he couldn't help but unbutton pants, unzip and after his pants meet with ankles, dig his pent up erection out, pinning his briefs below the balls.
Like old times, Eddie smiles, in between groans, "hey, bring that over here, bro. I'm hungry for a hot sausage."
Hankering to see more, Chip says, "and let me have a look at the rest of you?"
Whereas Chip was dictating to Eddie, he was sweet as pie on Elton, "please?"
In no time Elton had his shirt off.
"Beautiful," Chip says.
As with Randy this morning, Elton couldn't believe that this trim guy was admiring his fuzzy tummy, which for a few years he's thought of working it off, but his mind lacking the initiative. Later on Elton would not be able to recall if he stripped his shirt first, or Eddie helping himself to the plump shaft, feeding his open mouth.
Like old times, Eddie says, "all ready," having followed by opening his mouth wide.
The only thing holding Elton back from inserting, was Chip, kneeling there on the floor, his shaft implanted, rocking forwards and then putting it in reverse. Occasionally Chip would lean forward, put Eddie in a bear hug, which thrust his pelvis closer, as if a viking ship at ramming speed.
"Ohhh-hh shit!"
Elton watches, not with regret, Eddie's anal pain feeding the fuel of his working hand, "damn, Eddie!"
Then Elton totally goes bonkers, when in one of those moments of frenzy, Chip connects chest to Eddie's back, grabs him up in a bear hug, shoves it in and then looks up, "hey, if you're not gonna feed Eddie that sausage, I'll have it here."
"You," Elton had to make sure, "want to suck my cock?"
"Fuck Johnson, hurry up before you get the rug wet!"
Upon opening eyes, he stares at Elton, Chip saying, "this is no time to be scared, bro."
Shocked, but also being realistic, his shaft engouraged and without relentlessness, Elton edges himself closer.
Using Eddie's back as a brace for his chest, Chip rests the full weight of his bod, one hand caressing Elton's balls, the other directing his cock to mouth.
Loving the taste, Chip gobbles Eddie's bro up, right to where the tip was begging for more.
"Wow, that feels really good, Chip."
Right in the middle of him fucking Eddie, Chip, without saying anything but a little hint, grabs Elton's thighs, pushes him away and with gesture, "hey," pulls Elton forward and engages in a kiss.
Eddie was jealous, "hey, what about me?"
What about Eddie? He howls as Chips hands find his nips, gives both a hefty pinch and then twists them about!
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Back in the cab of Harry's truck, of which he and Randy decided to allow the open windows to fan their bare chests, they don't immediately take off.
"Hey, thanks for stopping me from doing something I might regret later on, Randy."
Elbow on the open windowsill, makes good for Randy to turn to Harry, "no problem, but I'm wondering something."
"What's that?"
A little smile, Randy says, "do you often get angry when you've got a full blown erection?"
Meant to end this now, before he gets another full blown erection, Harry says as he keys the ignition, "you'll have to wait till the next time to get your answer!"
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As it happens with three guys going at it at once, one can often fall by the wayside, reason Marc is sitting there in his car, in the same alleyway parking space as when he arrived the first time at the store Elton works at.
"Dammit!"
Sitting there, sulking, Marc hopes he hasn't blown it, taking off with Alton and Greg, when his intentions had been to be leaving the store with Elton, or at least making a meaningful connection.
Tapping the steering wheel, he ponders.
The more he thinks about leaving the store with the other two, it leaves him feeling sore about himself, having left Elton at the store.
He then tries talking himself out of his guilt, with the excuse, "but he was on the company clock."
It still doesn't sit well with Marc, which propells him to roll up the windows, get out of his vehicle and key the locks, again condemning himself, "fuck!"
This time, more out of conviction than blame, but not only that, 'used', taxi-ing Alton over to Greg's motel he was staying at while in town. He should have seen it from the beginning, while he drove, the other two in the backseat lip-locking. Alton, the more adamant of the pair, telling Greg what he was going to do to him when they got to the motel. Such is the role of the driver, resigned to listening to his passengers' whims!
Nice to have a room all ready, but as Greg led Alton in, he was left to secure the door. Lo and behold, as Marc turns around, the other two are stripped down to their chests, each busy at the others' belt buckle.
Prolly his own fault, he thought, Marc standing there, watching as if viewing a stream of gay porn, hand on his crotch, warming it up for the impending action. Then again, that's what it became for him. Always man to man sex, he's never been involved in anything more, except one time, at a sex party, but there too, didn't feel like he fit in. Well, eventually he did 'fit in', not feeling it like part of a 'falling in love' ritual.
The last straw was when Marc decided to assert himself, get it on with some of that affectionate kissing, Alton having the impudence to tell him to 'suck toes' or involve himself elsewhere!
Jumping off the bed he whacked Alton in the ass, retorting, 'get your buddy to suck your toes!'
Alton's reply was a direct, 'what was that for?', rubbing his ass.
More compassionate was Greg, propped up on his elbows coercing, 'oh, don't be like that Marc. Come back.'
Alton made no attempt to have Marc stay. And rather than stick around and be the stray goat, got dressed and left. For spite he stole Alton's pair of Versace low rise briefs. Enough to get his revenge for the 'suck toes' comment and 'car fare'.
Marc, sped back to the store, smiling, thinking how comfy those Versace's felt, clinging to his loins!
Finding the same convenient parking place, Marc heads towards the store, with an adamant gait, thinking of going after something, someone he wants, he's a man with a mission.
Entering the small sized green-grocery, the first person he spots is, "Elton!"
"Hey, Marc," Elton feels comfortable in addressing his new friend, "what's up?"
He wishes he could share, the feeling those Versace's were having on his crotch, of which perhaps it's not a thing, but a person, "you. I mean...you need a hand?"
Not waiting for an answer, Marc picks up a grocery bag and bags one item.
"That's okay, Marc. I've got this."
(As opposed to moments before, when things got out of hand in the manager's office, Chip and Eddie fighting over who was going to swallow the load of manjuice!)
"Oh. Okay, anything you want," Marc takes the tin can out of the bag.
'Anything?' Elton thinks to himself, thinking, with Chip and Eddie, he was in a position of getting anything his heart desired!
Next thing on Elton's mind, "so, did you and the others get to where you were going okay?"
He didn't know if that was a dig, but Marc felt he earned it, "I did, but," he kept it in code, "I didn't like the merchandise the store was selling."
It felt funny to Elton, "really? What was it, they were out of bananas?"
Whereas he thought Elton would be ticked off, resulted in being otherwise, "yeah, like, not as well-stocked as here."
It made Elton blush, not because of Marc's remark, but of his first shot of spunk for the day, Chip and Eddie literally rolling around on the floor and like clawing their way up a mountain, fought for his slimy goo, "I'm kind of busy at the moment, Marc."
He did feel a little funny saying it, 'Marc', Marc being older than himself.
"Of that I can see," Marc says.
Marc also wondered if Elton was really interested in him, an older guy, whose days of fishing for a younger man were being whittled away every birthday!
Perceiving it as telling Marc he was no longer interested 'in what he was selling', Elton says, "but maybe we can meet for coffee when I get a break?"
Feeling rejection, Marc perks up, "sure. That would great. Why don't you take my number and text me when you're ready?"
A turnaround on how Randy put it this morning at their doorstep, Elton pulls his phone out of his pocket, "you want me to text, put your number in my phone."
Marc takes the phone, hesitating for a second, then installing the necessary information, ending with handing it back, "great. Now you can text or call me when you find a need to."
Elton smiles, thinking this dude is really serious about him, which not wanting to miss a minute, "great, because after we meet for my break, maybe you'll want to take me out to dinner."
Marc thinks Elton is moving kind of super-speedy here, but is liking it, more than what he predicted his expectations would be, "I'd like that."
All and great, Marc leaves the store, but halfway between here and his car he is greeted by half of the whole he left behind at the motel, "Marc, where'd you go?"
First thing Marc could sense was Greg hadn't showered, "oh, I had to get back. I forgot to tell Elton something."
He was hoping Greg wouldn't pick up on the modern convenience of texting and when he doesn't, "well, you certainly missed a good time."
"I figured that," Marc fibs, fingers crossed behind his back!
Walking Marc back to his car, Greg says, "I think you mentioned you were a temporary bus driver and I was wondering if you consider a more stable position?"
"Such as?"
"Upon final assessment of the situation, I'm not certain that neither Chip nor Elton are the right fit for the job of store manager and was wondering if you would be interested in applying?"
"Applying? That would mean giving up my day job before I've secured another?"
Smiling, going clear off topic, Greg says, "I admire a man who takes care of himself."
It was a strange statement, Marc pitching back, "which means?"
Thinking it better to fess up now, Greg lays it on the line, "without your clothes, you're a hot looking man, but I need personnel who go beyond the good looks. I like the way you handled Alton back at the motel. I need more people in the field who are not afraid to take the reins. People like you."
Marc got to thinking, not being much different than Alton, guesses, "after I left your motel room, was wondering something?"
Standing with back to Marc's car, Greg leans, "what's that?"
"After I left, did Alton cuff your wrists to the bed?"
Indirect answer, Greg says, "now, if you didn't leave, you would have the answer to that question."
"My bad," Marc smiles.
"Well, I've got to get inside and finish sorting things out."
Leaving the car, Marc calls after him, "I didn't give you an answer, Greg?"
Turning back, Greg retrieves his phone from a pocket, "put your number in. I'll call you later today for your answer." With a wink, "I hope it'll be positive!"
It took under a minute for Marc to enter his details and Greg was on his way.
Sitting in his car, Marc thought on it, the job offer, but also distracted by how, after leaving Elton at the store with intentions of having sex with two other men, how cool was the twenty-one year old's temperament. Relaxing in the comfy car seat he's thinking on it, when he gets a text jingle. Elton's name comes up. Suddenly he's hit with a hot flash of guilt.
Elton texts him: 'On my break in 5 min'
Marc decides, since they are going for coffee, having gummed up the inside of his Versace's, it wasn't like they were going to cuddle up for sweet sex, texts back: 'Parked. On my way to meet you now'
Realizing 'on his way' means feet should be moving, Marc hops out of his car, exits the alley and heads up the avenue. From the side street he has to cross he sees Elton waiting outside the store. Instead he doubles back to his parked car, hope in and meets Elton on the curb, holding a square box.
As Elton enters the sporty vehicle, Marc says, "donuts?"
"Nah. A birthday cake. I was hoping, if you don't mind, driving me to deliver it. Randy was supposed to take it, but I'm guessing he forgot."
Elton didn't say it was probably 'Harry' that made him forget, with hot, shirtless Harry... how could Randy forget the birthday cake!
"Not a problem. Got nothing to do all day anyhow."
When Elton had popped his head in the door to alert Chip he was going on break, but also making a delivery, he wondered if this was the end of the first or second round, "um, going to deliver a birthday cake. I hope you don't need me for a few hours?"
Regardless, Chip with hands parked behind his head and enjoying the orals massage, assures Elton, "go. I'll take care of the store."
So, Elton feels scott-free to take his time.
On his way out of the office, Greg is on his way in. Elton was just about ready to mention the stench in the manager's office, but smiles, leaving what he would find, as is!
Whisking away, Marc asks, "where to?"
Meant as a sly joke, Elton says, "the place where you do nude yoga?"
Marc smiles, saying, "maybe you'll be in for a treat. If we get there at the end of class, you'll be priveledged seeing a roomful of hot, sweaty men heading for the shower!"
"What time does class end?"
"In about 15 minutes, why?"
"Drive slower!"
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Approaching the pride center, Randy grabs his shirt from the middle well of Harry's 4x4, "time to make myself look presentable."
With one hand on the wheel, the other grabbing at Randy's shirt, "don't be ridiculous. The director loves a little man-candy as much as we do!"
With a giggle, Randy says, "stats?"
"Do you like bears?"
"Camped Montana once with my buddy. We didn't exactly enjoy having a third join us in our tent at 3 o'clock in the morning!"
Sitting there behind the wheel of his stationary truck, Harry says, "well, first I have to confess I like bears. Secondly, Bill is one of the most charitable men I've ever met. He's also one of the hottest looking and sexy as hell!"
"As hot and sexy as me?" he looks for Harry's approval.
"Okay, so Bill's next in line, after you."
Randy smiles after Harry leans over and gives him a peck on the cheek.
"So, where does the 'bear' come in?"
Harry was thinking Randy wasn't thinking clearly on the hirsuite subject, "he's not overly fat, got a nice plump stomach, hairy bod, nice dick and balls, a real treat to munch on."
"Wait," Randy stops him there, "nice dick and balls?"
"Yeah. Okay, I know what you're thinking."
Randy says, "what am I thinking?"
"When I first met Bill we kind of had a couple of flings. Then, with no place to go at the time, he invited me to come live with him."
He could relate, Randy thinking about Tom, finding him eating out of a dumpster.
"One night I got lonely and helped myself to walking into his bedroom. Bill was in bed, hugging a stuffed animal. It turns out, it was a bear. I lifted the sheet and slipped in under. I took the place of 'Teddy', and from there on Bill and I have been sleeping under the same covers."
"You're partners?"
"Boys who are friends. No, we're not that serious, though the force of how Bill fucks, you would think it was a real committment!"
"I thought you were a top?"
"I tend not to dwell on titles. More fun to meet a guy and just go with it."
Placing a hand on Harry's knee, Randy says, "I feel the same."
What could have turned into a tender moment is interrupted by a tap on the window, two fingernails drumming out a tune.
"Dammit, Bill, you're gonna scratch my window!"
Out in the sun, Bill wore dark shades, responding, "take that tone of voice with me boy, and I'll have you over my knee!"
"Just kidding," Harry says.
Nonstop, Bill is reaching his whole upper half in Harry's window, leaning over with an extended hand, "hi, I'm Jean Le Jeune, but my friends call me 'Bill'."
Unknown to the greeters, Harry was in heaven, feeling Bill's hairy arm graze over his chest!
"I'm Randy," they connect hands.
Bill noticed Randy's shirt not fully pulled down to where his navel was shriveled up, tiger trail in a zigzag, which gave his bolt a jolt, "glad to meet you Randy."
It was nice that Bill got to know Randy, but between the hot day and Bill's sweat, Harry was feeling faint, "uh, Bill, I think that's enough of a welcome?"
As Bill vacates Harry's open window, he gives the 22-year old a pinch on the cheek, "that's Harry, always wanting to keep all the candy for himself, the selfish pig," cheeky laughter follows.
With a snappy reply, Randy says, "I hope Harry's willing to share?"
"Oh my gosh, Harry, where did you pick up this treasure?"
Perhaps Harry was thinking of Bill getting too close to his treasure, he pushes his door open, "wouldn't you like to know?"
Not as enthused about the food in the back of Harry's pickup, Bill did appreciate the gesture the local grocery store could provide, but very keen on watching the unloaders as they worked. Normally Bill would tend to other business, but the drive he was feeling, the 31-year old set right to work on bringing over an old wheelbarrow and helping out.
After minutes of unloading and ferrying the goods indoors, Bill, who would rather be beside a swimming pool in this 80-something degree weather, on this day didn't complain as Harry, Randy following his lead, stripped shirts off.
When he comes back with the empty wheelbarrow, sets eyes on the two, "oh my," Bill is overcome by what he gazes upon, "I think I feel faint!"
Followed by laughter, Harry and Randy couldn't help to at least smile.
Harry does offer, "don't worry Randy, you'll get used to his crude humor!"
All prepared, due to his instantaneous quick-wittedness, Randy says, "not a problem, but what I'm wondering is how Bill manages to work with a shirt on!"
He laughs.
Bill's jaw drops.
Harry joins Randy, saying, "when you do, you'll be in for quite a sight!"
"Oh?" Randy stops, rubs a hand down his sweaty chest. Without offering further explanation, he walks over to where Bill is, pinches the side of Bill's shirt, lifting it, "can I take a peek?"
Feeling a little risque, Bill looks around, makes sure there's no onlookers before pulling the tail of his shirt out of his pants, lifting his shirt to below his pec-line, "feast your eyes boy!"
What Bill didn't see, coming from behind, one of the other pride center workers, slaps Bill's stomach so hard, it sounds like a gunshot, "put that away Bill, before you corrupt the youngsters!"
At which point Randy steps up on a tire and hikes up, over the side of the truck and is back to unloading.
Not as powerful as a gut punch, still it startled Bill to get a pink belly, grabs his guts and doubles over, "I oughta take you over my knee for that one, Nick!"
Bill and Harry, he's seen them before, but when he sets eyes on the blond angel up in the truck bed, "now I think I've died and gone to heaven. Who might you be?"
"Oh, I'm Randy," he wipes a hand off on his pants to offer it up.
"Nick Rodgers," Nick says, taking Randy and in taking it, makes the 20-year old go off kilter.
Fortunately for both, an order of rice was sitting on the dock, which made a softer landing for Nick, after literally pulling Randy over the side, "umphuff!"
Chest to chest, Randy says, "nice landing, Nick!"
Feeling good vibes, Nick says, "oh, I'd love for you to use a lot more than my chest!"
Thinking Harry had brought Randy to the pride center, not only to deliver goods, but having eyes set on setting up house with a new mate, Bill says, "well, I guess you're stuck with me, Harry!"
"Really, Bill? Stuck?" Harry questions, cordially giving Bill a sweet little pinch of the nip, before getting back to work, taking Randy's place on the truck bed.
When Bill was making all those remarks about stripped shirts, it was mainly directed at Randy, being he's seen more than Harry's sexy chest, "should I shower or you want to lick me raw?"
"Do I really have to answer that, Bill?"
"Raw it is," Bill says.
It didn't take long for Nick to find Randy more than an attraction, explaining Bill had recommended him for the new administrative position at the pride center and to answer Randy's question of why he hadn't seen Nick here before, "today's myt first day, a lucky day at that!"
They stood there for a moment, staring at each other, Nick with the initiative to take Randy's hand in his. Maybe they forgot they were in a public place and not a bedroom!
"Hey, Nick," Bill calls out, "they didn't hire you to make goo-goo eyes at the first hot guy that comes along?"
Nick says, "is this characteristic of Bill?"
From what Randy has observed, he says, "Bill loves to be challenged."
Literally and figureatively, Nick says, "keep your shirt on, I'll be right there."
Looking up at Harry in the truck bed, doing Randy's job, Bill says, "I'm achin' to take that boy over my knee and show him who's boss."
"Uh," Harry stops and scratches his head, "in case you forgot, Nick is the boss?"
With a hand bracing him on the truck, Bill, "oh man, I need a promotion!"
They were joking, laughing, getting back to hauling freight.
Before Nick does the same, he yells over, "hey Bill, Randy's coming to the pool party."
Even though Nick has pulled this a couple of times with him, Bill questions, "what pool party?"
"The one I invited Randy to, and oh, pull a couple of steaks out of the freezer when you get home."
Randy wanted to get it out in the open, like a statement from the start, saying, "when do I get to boss you around, Nick?"
"Ooooo," Bill says, "looks like you've met your match, Nick!"
Harry laughs as he literally applauds Randy for dueling with Nick's intentions.
Turning Bill's favorite phrase around in his favor, Nick says, "and don't forget to pick up some corn on the cob, Bill, or I'll have to take you over my knee!"
Making like his life is being threatened, Bill says, "ooooo, then we better get moving, Harry!"
"Me?"
"Yeah," Bill says, "my truck is in the shop, remember?"
"Oh. Right."
"Yeah," Nick says, "and I can give Randy a lift to your place."
Feeling like he's being owned, Randy says, "maybe I want to ride with Harry and Bill?"
Not used to rejection, due to his incredibly good looks and fox bod, Nick caves, saying to Randy, now that Bill and Harry are sequestered away in the truck, "there's a blow job in it for ya?"
When he first lay eyes on Nick, sneaking up behind Bill, Randy had hoped the new pride center director was single, presuming gay, "now that could possibly change my mind. Do you prefer it up the ass or down the throat?"
For Nick, this wasn't how he thought it would go, "let's have some steak and take a swim, then we'll talk about that."
"Oh, that's my steak you're talking about?"
Not the force of the hand he pummeled Bill's stomach with, the flipside of his five digits move towards Randy's abs and without the punishing blow, rubs up and down, "we've got all night to talk about the menu?"
He ends with sliding his hand into the front, middle pocket of Randy's jeans and in pulling him close, kisses those sweet lips!
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