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. % Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.
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"Friendly Persuasion" 04 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"This is going to be so cool, Troy."
"Easy for you to say, Juan. Like how many times have you done a kinky scene like this?"
"Oh, I'd say around thirty times. When I was sixteen, it was all domination, with oral sex," the twenty year old told, "but as I got older, I branched out."
"I hope this guy is going to take it easy on me. I'm not as seasoned, as you."
Didn't I tell you already?
As Juan said it, Troy reiterated it, the two saying at once, "Don't worry... he's not going to do anything you don't want to do."
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After Matt had left, Scott had left his car, to change in the men's jon, tempted to pick up a young kid. Even though the seventeen-ish kid, Scott could tell, seemed to flirt with him. Although he unashamedly allowed the twink to view him, as he stripped down, then reassembled himself in the chaps, vest, boots and to top it off, a signature cap. Leaving, Scott did a turn around, enough question in his mind to find out the young man's interests, "Like what you see, boy?"
"Uh, sure." the blond replied, still taking in his first view of a man in leather, other than an internet image.
Walking back, right up to the young stud, within breathing distance, but not touching, "What's your name boy?"
"Jerry," He replied, hiding his real identity. Another facet of this conversation, `Jerry' knew he read the proper way to address an man in leather. With being nervous, he couldn't remember.
To find out if Jerry' was into it', Scott tries to lead him on, "That's sir' to you, boy'!"
"Um, yes sir," it came back to Jason, immediately, the term used to address a man of authority.
Then, as if looking up and down at himself in the mirror, Scott reassesses, "I think you could be fun, boy."
"Um," a bit scared to say, Jerry nervously tells him, "I never did any of this stuff... um, sir."
"Oh really now? Then how is it you are so complying?" Scott asks, hands on both hips, showing off his manly stance, in the room, flanked by sinks and urinals.
"I don't know. I suppose it's because of the way my pa brought me up."
"Let me guess," Scott starts out with the same story, heard over and over, by men who have have met with him, to provide services of working over their bods, for the purpose of fulfilling some desired fantasy, same time, keeping their cocks hard, "growing up you were abused?"
Shocked at the `sir' telling him what lurked in his mind, Jerry stood there, with the obvious painted on his face.
Scott had to smile, in between his next rationale, already spotting the bulge in Jerry's jeans. He wanted to, but knew the horror stories about underaged young men reported being touched, by an older man. When he started playing around, at eighteen, two years ago, it's one qualification he required, of a guy around his teen years. A valid drivers license would do, as evidence of his age, to `play the game'.
Futhermore, Scott kept on, close enough to the five foot, eleven inch teen, to feel the excitement Jerry felt, the labored breathing, "Tell me, was it an uncle? An older brother perhaps, finding it fun to use you as a punching bag? Or, maybe a father who found pleasure in slapping his son around after getting drunk out of his skull?"
Knowing he hit pay dirt, Scott sensed one of the three matched Jerry's circumstances, when the teen's eyes welled up, a forewarning tears could follow.
With shoulders drooping, Jerry responded, "I.. I made the mistake of confiding in my big brother..." Then, as if to clue Scott into something he hadn't already sense, "I'm gay."
"And when did this take place?" Scott asked, his eye glancing at his watch, seeing it almost time to meet up with his maso-boys.
"Two years ago, when I was fifteen, but he didn't use me for a `punching bag'."
Waiting, Scott sensed Jerry wanting to unload some more of his past.
After exhaling, Jerry says, "I never told anyone about it."
"Do you want to?"
It's then the tears started to drip from Jerry's eyes. Maybe Scott had a vow, but it wound up where Jerry made him break it, as the teen reached forwards, wove his arms in, under Scott's, his arms pressing against the sides of the leather vest, Jerry's shirt against the division of the black vest, lying against the twenty year old's bare chest, tears felt on his shoulder, as Jerry cried.
"What's this, Scott? Making it now with minors?"
At first he froze in place, thinking he was about to live out his greatest of fears. Then, recognizing the voice, he turned, breaking Jerry from him, saying, "Aren't you supposed to be out chasing the bad guys, Matt?"
"I could take you in, you know? Book you for messing with a minor?" Matt stated, as he walked away from the jon door. He even went as far as to say, "'Could make you..." he hesitated, when realizing he wasn't alone, talking to Scott, "do what we agreed to do," also not wanting to reveal something in front of the youth, "make my chest feel better..." Then, running his hands down his pecs, over his shirt, happily sighing when they connected with his pecs, but..." Then, figuring Scott was getting the message, turned to Jerry and asked, "So, where is it you're from?"
Scott looked confused as all hell, asking a simple, "From?"
Then he let Matt take over the interrogation, as the uniformed police officer stepped up to Jerry, same distance as he had been positoned. "And don't think you can pull anything over on me, son," he addressed Jerry. "Sleep in the dumpster all night or were you rummaging around for food?"
Looking to Scott, then back at Matt, Jerry says, "I'm not going back there and you can't make me!"
"You're a runaway?" Scott asks, not that he had to, being he already read the situation.
"Sorry," Jerry sincerely said to Scott, contrary to his attitude with Matt.
"So, where is it you are from?" Matt inquires, his little pad out and a pencil.
"Are you arresting me?"
Another glance at his watch, Scott knew his maso-boys could very well be sitting out in the parking lot. But then again, he didn't want to leave Jerry hanging. He took the chance of waiting it out, see where all this was going to lead.
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Both from well-to-do families, the two college dudes drove through the park entrance, in Juan's sporty 2008 BMW Z4 roadster. With his car backed in, it would be easy for Scott to spot the bright red sport coupe, the light from the pole, bouncing off the hood. However, Scott's ass wasn't parked in the driver's seat, at the moment Juan turned off the engine.
"What does he look like?" Troy inquired, as Juan cased the perimeter of the parking lot.
"I'm not sure. The stats he has at the chatroom, say he's twenty years old, six feet tall, a hundred and ninety-two pounds, ten inch cock..."
"Whoooa! Ten inches?" Troy asks, astounded.
"Yeah. Cool, huh. I bet he gives a hot fuck."
"I thought he was going to..." Troy hesitates, because he's not sure about all this BDSM stuff, being a novice, "torture us?"
"It's not like real torture, Troy," Juan says, knowing he explained it all to his college bud, last night. However, seeing him on edge, Juan reiterates, "Trust me. I told the leather dude some of the stuff I wanted to do. He sounded cool with it and said we could discuss other stuff he wanted to explore."
"Did you tell him this was all new to me? That I'm not sure if I really want to go through with all this?"
"I told him, so be cool Troy."
"What happens if he gets us all tied up and then does `real' torture on us?"
"Why do you think I asked to bring you along, doofus? He said you could watch, untied, in case I got worried."
"Oh, so he's going to torture you and I have to stand and watch?" Troy asks, a little less nervous.
"I thought you had an interest, Troy?"
"I did. I mean I do, but I thought he was going to..." again Troy doubted himself, stuttering as he says, "...to torture both of us?"
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"So, let me get this straight," Scott sped up things up, giving the synopsis, "You tell your brother you're gay, he says he won't tell the old man, as long as you give him sexual favors?"
"Yeah," Jerry solemnly responds.
"He has you give him blow jobs, nightly?" Scott asks.
"Well, yeah. Sometimes it was morning and night."
"Then, at your expense, he invites his buds over on the weekend, when your folks are away and turns you into their cumdump?"
"Really, Scott," Matt, who was more mild in his wording, confronts, "do you have to use such vivid descriptions?"
If any other guy, Matt would be on him, hands behind his back, slapping the cuffs on him, hauling him off to jail, but when Scott demanded, "Butt the fuck out, Matt." Matt `butt the fuck out'!
However, Scott did have the decency to ask, "This language bother you, Jerry?"
"Um, no. Matter of fact, `cumdump' is a nick name they gave to me. I can't tell you how many times they fucked me or made me drink them down."
With the insight to know the red BMW he was supposed to meet up with, should be parked outside the men's jon, Scott ripped off the facts, "Then, when big bro heads off to college, he rats on you and tells the old man?"
Breaking down again, Jerry cries, as he tells, "It was the worst. He would pick on me for every little thing. I... I didn't know what to do... other than run."
Bringing up one little detail Matt hadn't got out of Jerry, Scott asks, "And what did your mother have to say about all this?"
"Nothin'," Jerry replied, low-keyed, staring at the pattern of tiles on the floor. He then got up enough gumtion to say, "When Jack and I were kids, she ran off with some guy. We never heard from her again."
"Jack... that's your older brother?" Matt asks, but then getting the evil eye from Scott, shut up.
"Yeah," Jerry returned with. "He's a junior at Greenville College, in the midwest someplace."
Looking intently at his watch, Matt picks up on it, daring to say, "Late for your maso-boys?"
Again, he gets an evil stare from Scott, until his face changes to something with a little more humor, mixed with an evil smile.
"Why don't you get out there and use your policeman skills and question them for loitering?" Scott comes up with the idea to stall.
A total submissive, Matt proceeded willingly, with a chance to play around with two young college jocks. If he played them right, he might be able to experience a little cock-driven porn!
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"I can't believe this," Juan said, taking his frustration out on the steering wheel.
Looking over at his friend, Troy says, "He's only ten minutes late. Maybe he'll still show."
"I should've know better than to trust some schumck in a chat...." Juan trailed off, when a cop, all decked out in uniform, bent over, his face showing through the open window.
Even though knowing inside information, the red BMW, two college dudes, into what he's into, Matt asks, "Waiting for your girlfriends to show up, gentlemen?"
"No," Juan at first answered honestly, then faked, "yeah, that's it. We're waiting for our girls to show up.
"Mind stepping out of the car?" Matt asks, his real intention to get a lifesized view of the two college dudes.
"Um, did we do anything to break the law, sir?" Juan inquires, along with his cock reacting, wishing it were this cop who was working him over, instead of their mystery master, thinking what a hot fantasy it would make.
"Um, yeah," he responded, quickly calling up the database in his brain, searching for something to pin on the two. After patrolling this park for numerous years, Matt knows every square inch. He knew there wasn't any sign, but stated anyway, "No loitering after dark. Can't you read the sign?"
Leaning forward, Troy searched for the sign in the dark, looking out the front and side windows. However, Juan, cock-driven, ready to crossover from reality to fantasy, pulled on the handle of the door, setting Matt to stand back. Without further ado, he reported to the front of the bright red roadster, Matt following, as he volunteered to place his hands on the hood, lean over and spread his legs far apart. For the moment, Troy was entirely forgotten.
"That wide enough, officer?" Juan inquired about his legs being spread, which had been wider than shoulder-width.
Although Matt didn't perceive it as being a deliberate act, he took in the view of the jeans spread tightly over the two perfectly shaped mounds. At times, before he met Scott, he's thought about fucking a guy, but since surrendering to his submissive side, Matt now stood there, licking his lips, wondering how the Latino's ass crevice tasted. Around the other side of the car, Troy reported, making like Juan, spreading himself out over the hood, only feet closer together, an act to protect his assets.
"Well, you going to frisk us or what?" Troy asks, brazenly, tired of standing there. As he casts his head over his right shoulder, he notices the police officer totally ignoring him, cruising Juan's bod, from head to toe. So much, he didn't even respond. To test his theory, the dark blond college jock pressed, like doing a pushup and detached himself form the hood, standing. Right away he didn't have any reason to doubt his own suspicions, seeing the tent in the cop's pants. Not really experienced at the gay lifestyle, being a late-bloomer, he was rusty on his terminology, so hoped the cop could translate, as he had the nerve to say, with indignation, "If you want it, why don't you just go for it, so we can get the hell outta here!"
He was noticed! Right away, it drew Matt's attention away from Juan, like a dog on the scent, turning to face the nineteen year old blond. Still keeping his composure, Troy definitely felt his bod get sweaty. Nobody could be more surprised, than the college sophomore, as Matt stared into Troy's eyes, his hands going for the button holding Troy's jeans in place.
"Don't mind if I do," Matt says, a slight grin on his lips, as he started to fidget with the waistline.
"Um, I don't think so," Troy replies, his hands on Matt's stopping the cop from invading his privacy, more reluctant to have a cock up his ass than Juan.
Still with his chest pinned to the hood, Juan looks over his left shoulder, at the two.
Knowing he's already into it, forgetting about his oath to truth and justice, Matt asks, "Not into getting a hot blow job?"
Being neglected, Juan stands up, moving over to the two-way conversation, standing to the side. "I thought you were going to do me?"
Juan became old news, as Matt catered to the authoritative way Troy conducted himself.
"What's happening here?" Scott calls out. "Are you Troy and Juan?"
Before Scott can get a word of truth out of either, Troy says, "This cop just offered to give me a blowjob!"
Without a word from Jerry, Scott says to him, "Go over and sit in my car over there, Tris," he pointed out the only other car in the lot, except Juan's and the patrol car.
"Tris? Like in Tristan?" Matt questioned.
Scott didn't bother to take the time to explain Jerry's real identity, revealed to himself in the men's jon. After Tris was safely inside Scott's car, out of earshot, but probably not from view, he walked over to the trio, summing up the scene in his mind. Right away, Juan scans Scott's bod, voicing his opinion, "Hot leather, sir!"
He had expected two subservient boys, but already worked up in his mind other opinions. Sometimes surprise situations demanded plans to be changed or amended. He curved his lips into a slight smile, as he saw a new plan fall into place.
"When are you off duty, pig?"
Troy and Juan stood there, eyes wide as saucers, mouths gaping, forming little `ohs'. They waited to see their leather man from the internet chatroom be cuffed and hauled off to jail.
Not knowing the relationship between the two, instead, Matt replies, "I was off duty a half hour ago..." After looking to the two college frats, knowing he was already knee-deep into the bdsm fantasy play, Matt replies to Scott, "um, sir."
Ready to say something, Scott got cut off by Troy. "You fuckin' played us," and since Scott already used the term and Matt did nothing about it, uttered, "pig!"
As if watching a porn video on bdsm, Scott's loins tingled at the scene, watching Troy telling Matt where to get off. Again, his plan created a spin off. He decided maybe this fantasy still had a chance at being salvaged, yet!
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Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.
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