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Giv2GeT 24
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Unlike around the office, back where LL presided over in `real life', unofficial meeting of the unofficial board wasn't to be held until afternoon... late afternoon.
Good thing for all involved, Bryce among them. It had been the only way he could get out from under the debt ceiling lurking above him, a buyout by LL's firm. However, LL wasn't leaving him in the lurch, appointing Bryce as overseer of reworking the horse farm and bringing it up to par.
Little did LL know whatever became of Gio last night, but bright and early, ahead of opening his eyes, his cell phone went off...
"Which one of you has the nerve to have your phone on?" the sheriff says in a grouchy manner, trying to plant ears under a pillow.
Having left his in the lumberyard office, Samuele says, "Not me!"
By the time LL got to it, it had gone to his inbox. Seeing it was Gio, it became urgent, LL called back, "What's up Gio?" hearing the familiar voice.
Brad, his head still buried, Samuele was wide awake, out of bed and already pulling himself together, one leg in, the other diving into boxerbriefs.
Despite having a threeway love match last night, Gio was up at the crack of dawn. Showered and dressed, stealing whichever guy bunked in this cabin, he looked like a soldier, in camo pants and shirt. Be it, the gear could have been one size bigger, the shirt pulling across his pecs and abs, pants an inch too short. Nevertheless, he had communicated with the main office this morning and was right on it, business began the day before.
"Good work, Gio," LL ended his conversation. Turning back around, lying down as he went, LL notices Samuele missing, Brad lying with back facing him, pillow wrapped around his head. `Oh how tempting,' Brad's ass looked!
"Owch! Oh shit-oh shit-you're dead!" Brad exclaims, having been aroused out of light sleep by LL's hand!
"What're you gonna do, arrest me sheriff?" LL laughed his ass off.
Turning slowly back around, facing LL, Brad's legs got wound up in the sheets, "I have a good mind to do just that, except you're so damn cute!"
"Oh really?" LL goads. "In the dark last night, you couldn't tell, could you?"
In the dark last night, the three had taken to the bed, LL making love to Samuele. In the middle of the bed, Samuele traded off kisses with Brad, at which point, bored, LL took to making love to Brad's cock.
Last night, LL had really gotten worked over, switching off to sucking Samuele, Brad, having been brought to total hardness, paid back LL's kindness for doing so, by reaming his ass.
After Brad came, shooting his load onto LL's back, Samuele and LL coupled up, 69-ing. Waking up, Samuele was in LL's arms, his back to LL's hairy front.
"In the dark last night?" Brad recalls, "All I could care about is finding the back door to your hot hole!"
"Yeah, well you could have been a little more gentle. I'm feeling a little sore back there this morning?"
Brad getting out of bed, tells him, "Catch Samuele before you put your clothes on. He loves tonguing ass!"
Having a job to do, protecting the good guys from the bad guys, Brad was on his way out, leaving LL at the mercy of Samuele's cooking.
He had smelled the aroma, which according to Brad, didn't seem half bad, "I've been warned," LL tells Samuele, walking into the kitchen.
"Of?" Samuele thinking it could go either way, the kitchen or back to the bedroom.
LL was about to mention his sore ass, but alluded to, "Your horrible cooking, which," he looks over Samuele's shoulder, weaving hands around the waist, "neither looks terrible or smells half bad!"
Turning the gas off and stepping around in full circle, Samuele says, "I had a good time last night. I'd like to sleep with you again."
"Sounds good to me!" LL replies.
They kiss.
Samuele then alerts him, "It won't always be with Brad?"
"I'm sure I won't be too disappointed," LL smiles, "as long as you can take his place?"
"Your ass is sore from his big cock?"
LL replies, opening his mouth and exercising his jaw, "My molars got a good workout too?"
Smiling, Samuele felt like he needed to throw in a compliment, "Love the taste of your sweet cream." Not wanting LL to get the wrong impression, "But I'd love to find out about Brad's opinion of how tight you are?"
It was the open ended question which broke the camel's back, LL saying, "Oh, have you got a treat in store, mind you!"
"Brad has to head back home. How about yourself? Heading back to the office?"
LL had his opinions. When he did business with Samuele, he was all business. Pleasure was a whole different side of Samuele, which LL notes, "What a difference in you from yesterday to today."
Samuele sweetly levels with LL, "I'm kind of shy when I'm around people I don't know."
"Oh really? Just how many guys did you dance with last night, before you hooked up with me?"
Samuele says, "Dance? That wasn't dancing."
"Then what do you call squeezing by a guy, grinding your crotch or ass against him?" LL puts it to him.
"Uh, grinding my crotch against an ass?" Samuele puts it to him straight!
Leading to a dead end or for argument's sake, leaving things be, LL says, "These eggs are good. Bacon's done just the way I like it... nice and crisp."
Since LL had led them off subject, Samuele alludes to, "What's your plan for today?"
"I don't know. I'm on vacation. I leave all the details up to Gio and my team," LL replies.
A little worried, but confident things will turn out okay, Samuele asks, "How do you see things ending up at the lumberyard?"
"Again, Gio will have to give us the final run down, but as far as your job goes, you'll be carrying on as usual, with possibly some added responsibility. Far as your brother is concerned, and I won't be the one to deliver the news, I think he better start looking for a new line of work."
"I can't say I don't think you're wrong, but he is family?" Samuele says.
LL has had people like Andres Larregina in his employ. Not considered young, but at 27-years old and some college education, he should be more responsible. Partial to Samuele's request of `family', he says, "I think our only alternative here would be for Andres to accept a position at the bottom of the employment totem pole and then show he is responsible enough to fit into management. What do you think?"
"He has a teaching degree in biology and worked the lumberyard until he could find a teaching job. I'm not sure how he will react," Samuele assesses the situation.
"Hmm," LL rubs his day old scruff.
"What's up? You have something?" Samuele, who was standing, takes a seat across from LL.
"I think I might be able to make it simpler on both of us. Let me get with Gio first and then I'll spring it on you, if it's feasible."
At first, Samuele was real worried about Andres. It wasn't that he was a bad seed, just that he was frustrated over having a solid college degree and not doing what he set out to do in life, be among nature, the earth, teaching others. Cocking his head, smiling, he says, "I trust you. You do what you can."
"That's what I plan to do," LL gets up from the table. "Maybe you can show me how the shower works? Every house is different!"
Seeing Samuele hadn't had a chance to eat, LL made some phone calls right there, speaking with the only man who could get the ball rolling, "Gio!"
He expected a hard luck story of a late night out and early morning hangover, but as it has happened, nine times out of ten, Gio was fit for work.
Samuele listened, in between woofing down bacon and eggs, coffee to wash it down the gullet, hearing first about the camp. LL seemed pleased to how things were working out. When it came to the lumberyard, it was quite the opposite, closing with the need for more time. Bryce's farm seemed to be a done deal. With more creditors than Bryce could handle, LL was a `godsend'. However, all which he had put into the farm, even though left for years to the elements, Bryce still came out ahead, some cash in the bank and a job, overseeing the place.
En route to Bryce's farm, when Gio had hung up, he gave Pavel the directive to find the rest of the crew, assemble them and have them back to the farm in time for LL's visit.
"If anyone's missing, you know who's responsibility it will fall on?" Gio tells Pavel, slamming the door closed before an answer could be had.
He knew it wasn't at all fair, putting it all on Pavel, when he knew how uncooperative the others could be after a long night of booze and sex, but smiled, knowing, Pavel would have them there, regardless of the condition they were in!
Rather than have Pavel drive all the way up the lane to the main house, he got out at the main road. For a change Gio was not dressed in a suit and tie, rather camo pants and shirt, a military styled cap on his head. Feeling more relaxed, he walked with his laptop over the shoulder, taking in the clean air and...
"Excuse me, captain," a voice seemed to come out of nowhere, "but is this the farm where they're hiring?"
After looking everywhere except behind, Gio turns around laying eyes on the stranger. He looked like a hiker or mountain climber for that matter, a very long pack on his back. Figuring the pack looked heavy, he knew he had to be strong, "Might be. Who's asking?"
Dropping the pack onto the dirt road, it stirred up dust, the strange dude saying, "I'm Jarrett Bright. I heard by word of mouth there would be some building going on over here and I'm really good with my hands."
He was Bright' all right, energetic, bright smile and all, but he made Gio smile, the good looking features and thinking about good with his hands', "Are you a carpenter?"
"Inside and out," Jarrett billed himself.
Taking Jarrett's hand to shake, Gio found out just how strong he could be, "You feel solid."
Unknown to Gio, Jarrett was feeling kind of `solid' at the moment, "I workout."
Toying, but also out to test him, Gio says, "This fence... it has to go. How about your first job is to dismantle it?"
"Are you the foreman?" Jarrett asks, walking over to the fence.
If that's what he thought, it was good enough for him, "You might say that."
Instead of having Jarrett do the whole job himself, Gio joined in. In no time both had worked up a sweat, the shirts coming off.
"You are quite muscular at that," Gio lends compliment.
"And you're not at all skimpy!" Jarrett laughs, returning the compliment.
Back to work, Jarrett sees a bug on Gio's shoulder blade, slapping it, "Got'em! I think!"
It stung for an instant, Gio straightening up, saying, "Are you sure that was a bug?"
"Of course. Do you think I go around slapping guys for the sheer pleasure of it?"
"I suppose not," Gio says, "not that I haven't known guys who have!" he laughs. Though, a slight memory crossed his mind, LL's abduction and the price he paid, whereas in the long run they became friends for life.
Picking up a section of the fence to toss to the side, Jarrett says, "I've known a few myself!"
Quickly analyzing things, Gio didn't know whether Jarrett was gay, but could guess what he was into. Chances are, if he was into the same stuff he had sampled, he could be gay. He decides on letting things take their natural course, "What have you done?"
Lots of stuff, Jarrett replies, "I don't want to scare you off."
Firming up the log pile, Gio says, "Scare me off? Would take a lot do that. I don't scare easily!"
"I suppose I don't have anything to lose, since I haven't been hired for any job yet."
Gio tells him, "I owe you at least an hour's pay?"
On account of them just meeting, even though he was liking Gio, not only for his strong pecs, abs, curvature of his six pack and what he perceived as meat packing his pants, Jarrett divulges, "To begin with, and I think you'll be able to guess from this, I've been made to suck cock."
Gio giggles, saying, "`Made' to suck cock?"
He had opened Pandora's box, feeling like he was at the point of no return, Jarrett saying, "Um, made to, but it's not like they had to force it on me?"
Wanting Jarrett to know they were on the same page, Gio says, "Bet you got a tight ass to fuck?" he looks up from squatting down.
Seeing something he can't bear to let go, Jarrett tells him, "You're the one squatting over a log?"
Standing, Gio treats him like one of the office gang, "Oh shit man, you got me!"
"Well, I'm sorry," Jarrett wasn't, "but you left yourself wide open, Gio!"
Gio laughs even harder, thinking it a joke, "`Wide open?' Oh my god, that's so funny!"
It wasn't that humorous. Only fun, because that's how Gio was making it, turning nothing into something!
"Doesn't take much to make you laugh, does it?"
Walking over to Jarrett, Gio wasn't in any laughing mood, taking him by the belt buckle, digging digits into his pants and pulling Jarrett close, smashing their lips together.
Breaking apart, except for Gio's fingers, Jarrett says, "I wanted to do that a half hour ago, only I didn't want it to cost me my job."
"What job?" Gio asks.
"The job you're giving me so you can keep me around to make love to every night!"
Somehow, Gio felt very comfortable with it, "You wouldn't know how to fix cabinets, would you?"
Grabbing up their stuff, they walked up the driveway to the house, discussing more Jarrett's life, than Gio's. An informal interview, Gio was impressed Jarrett did not hold back on any details.
"Yeah, had a damn good job with a contractor, but got into drinking. Last straw is when I wrecked a company truck. Had to pay it back too, washing dishes at the diner after I was fired. Been roaming ever since," Jarrett tells him.
"And why should my boss hire you?" Gio asks.
"I made a mistake. Traveling on foot I ran into different people. I've learned a lot along the way, like I'm not the only important person in my life. I'm also sworn off alcohol. I've decided I'm not going to allow myself to ruin my life anymore and if you'll give me the chance, I'd like to put my life back together again. Anything else?"
"Any boyfriends? Long distance lovers?"
Smiling, Jarrett says, "As long as you don't go too far away?"
Gio replies, "I'll answer that after our second date!"
"That was a date?" Jarrett asks, thinking about getting sweaty hauling down split rails.
"We kissed, didn't we?" Gio replies.
Jarrett had to admit it, they did, saying, "Okay, so when and where is our next date?"
"Both are to be determined. First I want you to tear out all of the kitchen cabinets and strip this place bare."
A look of disgust, Jarrett says, "I have to wait `that' long?"
"You better get busy," Gio says, leaving him to it, like he would do any other of his business associates.
Walking outside the farmhouse, he found the perfect way to break Jarrett in, Pavel returning with the cartload of worms!
Piling out of the car, all decked out in camo uniforms, Gio instructs them all to go help `Jarrett' rip the insides of the house apart, Pavel saying, "Have fun boys!" he returns to sitting inside the car.
However, Pavel was shocked to hear Gio order him to the barn and work on getting the tractor to turn over, "But I'll get my clothes dirty, Gio?"
Always an answer to a problem, Gio leaves the barn, Pavel stripping down. Then, things didn't seem so bad, a cowpoke entering the barn, bale of hay on his shoulder, with both hands holding it in place. Pavel's attitude takes a leap, along with his heartbeat and throbbing down below, taking in the sight of the gleaming bod, from sweat dripping down like a waterfall.
He had his limo driver's jacket off, slung over a stall fence and was just placing his black neck tie in the jacket pocket, when this shining beauty appeared, "Hey, how's it going?," he volunteers.
"Hey," Eddie Raleigh simply says, going to walk out of the barn.
Far as Pavel's history goes, 25-years old, dark hair, smooth, except for an abundance of pit and pubic hair, very slight boy-trail, he always thought of himself as a magnet for picking up or dropping men on the route to and from corporate headquarters, which somewhere on the road, a stopover at a rest stop with a hot man in the back always took care of the tip. Sometimes if it got hot enough, Pavel would pick up tips anyway! Really, the only times he got turned out, were by straight guys who weren't into an occasional gay fling or the ladies', whom Pavel was definitely not' into, which took extra effort to fend off, sometimes throwing the biggest hint of all, `I suck cock!'
Getting the brush off, Pavel figures the hay-laborer not gay, laughing to himself, "One of the 1%!"
"1% what?"
Pavel's attention had been on watching Eddie's ass leave through the back of the barn.
Arch Geller had been itchin' to hookup with some guy, any guy, ever since, as he put it, Ed Farley cheated him out of a summer of fun, when the man he was matched up with, Ben Harris, never showed. Instead of riling up Arch further, Ed sent him off on a wild goose chase, in the name of camp business, to pick up some papers. He figured, Ed figured, he would make something up when he got back, because after having to spend a week to travel to D.C., then to Atlanta and jet back to the outskirts of town, travel by bus back to camp... well, it was damn frustrating to Arch, when returning to find Ed removed from the job and everything in disarray, Instead of waiting for the hot `youngster' to answer, Arch pursues, "Who's in charge here?"
In Pavel's line of work, he picked up or dropped off men at the airport of all ages and whereas sex in the back seat was concerned, age nor size mattered. What ruled was how hot the atmosphere could get inside the limo. One of Pavel's turn ons was staring him down right now, suit, black tie, white shirt and a very big plus, the `suit' holding an attache case at his side. With no preference, Pavel could fit into a mold any man wanted. Because he had a new throb beating in his heart and down below, he lies, "I'm in charge," and specifically to lead him on, "what's your pleasure?"
Walking up to the limo driver, it was like reading a history book, Pavel's history. Testing Arch tells him, as he stares, "I'd sure like to ram my case into your balls?" he smiles.
"What's stopping you?" Pavel says.
He had no intentions on having his balls crushed, which proves true, when Arch draws his case back, claiming, "A man after my own heart!"
With total surprise, Pavel says, "Here, let me make it easier for you," He stands back against the corral fence, places hands behind his head and spreads legs.
"Sweet," Arch says, turning slightly to the side he holds his brown leather case.
How surprised Arch was, when he thought he had a maso-boy exactly where he wanted him, taking a leap forward, only to have Pavel jump up in the air and grab an overhead beam!
"Tricked ya!" he yells out, dropping down.
Sure, Arch ran into the fence, but didn't drop the case.
Instead of a royal fake out, Pavel dropping down, which his plan was formulated as it happened, he sadly had to lament, "Or maybe not," when he lands with legs parted, his crotch pulverized right at the spot where Arch's hand held the handle of the case. "Oh shit!" Pavel falls to the side in a clump of hay.
"Ooh, that must've hurt," Arch laughs, seeing Pavel holding his crotch with both hands.
"No," Pavel says with sarcasm, "it tickled!"
"Nice," Arch continues, "how about we try my knee next?"
"What are you, some kind of sadist or something?"
"I can be with the right man... Or, with a very, very special guy, things could go the other way?" Arch says, bent over, analyzing the situation.
Even though 40-years old, Arch was young in his ways, didn't look a day over 30, according to some and because he kept his youthful shape with gym activity, "How about I let you get even?"
Not impervious to Arch's totally good looking face, feeling drawn to him, Pavel says, "I'm not into that pain shit, but I have cuffed a guy to the back seat and raped his ass, so it's not like I don't know what you're driving at... whatever your name is."
"Arch," Arch puts down the attache down and reaches out with a hand, "Arch Geller."
Pavel wanted to take it, but was leery, "How do I know you're not going to pull my crotch into your knee?"
"How about I give my word?"
"Okay," Pavel replies, but with caution, "but I'm still guarding my balls with one hand!"
Perhaps missing the connection with Ben Harris was a good thing. Throughout his whole trip, which proved a total loss, because whomever he was supposed to see in D.C., didn't know what Arch was talking about, picking up `what?'. However, one particular taxi driver, young guy from Pakistan, working his way through law school, got sweet with him and for once, life wasn't about nip clamps, ball parachutes and whips, but good old-fashioned sex. Feeling comfortable, Arch did level with Emre and was pleased the 20-year old wanted to try a little bit of bdsm magic.
However, drawing off the experience, Arch had hoped someday he could meet up with another young guy and... helping Pavel out of the haystack, "See? I'm being as gentle as a kitten."
"Right," Pavel is watching every move, especially Arch's `knee'!
Back on his feet, Arch helps dust him off, "Turn around."
"Why, so you can shove a giant buttplug up my ass?"
Making a fist, Arch smiles, says, "I think this might work?"
Slapping Arch's fist with his hand, Pavel jokes, "Put that away," turns his back, saying, "careful brushing my ass off!"
One of the things with Arch's encounter with Emre, he found out just how much he missed sweet, compassionate love. Instead of brushing too much, he wove his hands in between Pavel's arms and with his lips to an ear, as he unbuttons the shirt, like he was doing his own, "Were you about to get out of this?" he kisses Pavel on the neck.
`Damn, what's happening?' Pavel had to question himself, just standing there, not flinching a muscle, except to drop his chin and watch Arch's hands busy at unbuttoning his shirt and looking upon his own smooth self!
"Nice," Arch says, peeling the shirt off Pavel's shoulders.
Turning around, Pavel says, "Now, can I knee you in the balls?"
Cracking half a smile, Arch says, "You're so hot, you can do anything to me!"
"Okay. Forget the balls. I'll fuck you instead!"
Would have been sweet, except Gio happens upon them, with a simple, "Put a cork in it, Pav. Who's this?"
"Arch," Pavel replies.
In a total turnaround, as Arch turns to face Gio, he extends a hand, "Arch Geller?"
"That's me?"
"Giovanazzo Jones, but don't call me that. Call me Gio."
Pavel jokes, "Because if he hears you calling him that, you're entitled to getting your balls twisted up the wrong way!"
A start meant to say something, like what was just communicated between himself and Pavel, Arch reacts altogether differently, "Yikes! I'll have to remember that!"
However, what's the point, when `Gio' is so much easier!
Taking Arch under his wing, ushering him out of the barn, Gio informs, "Since you have an MBA, LL has decided to place you in the financial office, if you'll accept the position of Chief Financial Officer?"
"Is that an executive position by chance?" Arch inquires.
"Sounds like it, doesn't it, but the only executive at this point is LL, but you will be financially rewarded for the merger," Gio replies.
"Uh, see you later," Pavel says.
"Right," Arch tells him, waving.
Whereas before, when Eddie came and went, Pavel wasn't into doing much. However, holding the shirt Arch just stripped from his bod, he felt more confident about doing something and fitting in. Instead of only himself, he thought about Arch. However, for certain, he was not going to go at fixing some beat up, old tractor in his limo driver's suit. Leaning against the stall fence, he lifted each foot to remove the scratched up dress shoes, which were once glassy enough to see a reflection. Next, Pavel had to think on the black socks. After peering down at the barn floor, he left them on. Definitely the pants had to go, not giving a shit if he worked in his briefs. So there, Pavel went to work in only his briefs and black socks.
He had tools in the limo, but they might not be a match for a tractor, so set about looking around. In doing so, Arch kept on creeping back into his mind. One of the things which astounded Pavel, with so many hot men around, most around his age, younger and older, of all things to happen, he's swept away by a dude `much' older than himself.
"Hey!"
Pavel turns around to find Arch looking at him, "What's up?"
Now, before Pavel was dressed in so much more, which gave Arch a bunch more to view, "Just wanted to let you know, in case you go looking for me," he also made sure there was an interest, "I'll be working in the farmhouse, even though there's a mass remodeling going on."
"Oh, okay," Pavel wasn't sure how to handle this, "thanks for letting me know."
"Thought I would, just in case you wanted to... you know, hookup later?"
Pavel didn't know where these words were coming from, "Looking forward to it."
"Really?" Arch was really surprised a 25-year old kid still had an interest in him, "Then okay... see you later."
Five seconds after Arch leaves, Pavel is interrupted by an entrant from the back of the barn, "Hey, how's it going?"
He expected Eddie again, but it wasn't, at least not the voice, more a sloppy Italian-accent, mixed with a little `Brooklyn', "What happened to the other guy?"
Making matters easier, by lying, Giuseppe says, "Reassigned. I'll be bringing the hay into the barn."
According to what Pavel was thinking, Giuseppe was real cute. Dark brown or black hair, it hard to tell from not being up close, nicely styled, though a bit messy. Chest fur, a little around the nips, it made Pavel's mouth water, seeing the swath below the navel leading to `full pants.'
Slinging the bail of hay down, like it was a box of feathers, he offers Pavel his hand, "I'm Giuseppe. You can call me Seppe, or Sep, whichever fits."
"I'm Pavel."
Seppe already knew that, but pretended he didn't, "Nice to meet you. What do you do around here?"
"Seems I've inherited the motor pool. Know anything about tractors?"
"Yeah, they're great for snowboarding!" Seppe laughs.
"I'd like to try that sometime," Pavel stared, leaning on an old rake he found.
Seppe was frozen in place too, rubbing a hand over midchest, like he was trying to get all the particles out of the thicket. Finally he says, "I better get back to work before Clay finds me gone missing."
"Great to meet you," Pavel says.
After Seppe leaves, Pavel is stuck in a reverie, thinking of how, not sitting, bored in a limo could have its good points!
Meanwhile, inside the house, LL's crew, plus a few Gib security guards, were hacking away, removing walls and ceiling tiles.
"Watch it!"
Like teamwork goes with LL's band of workers, it didn't matter to neither Jef, nor Bastian, the office elite members reading each others minds at a moment's notice, when ceiling tiles begin caving in on one of the Gib security force members, Clyde Merritt.
From behind, Jef had thrown his arms around Clyde, pulling him backwards. With the same idea in mind, Bastian rushes the security man from the front. As a result, Clyde was covered, from both sides, Jef winding up as wall plaster, Bastian's back an umbrella for debris.
Fortunately, LL had covered all other bases, providing hardhats. However, it had already gone to Bastian's head, forced up against Clyde, the man was right there, fresh for...
"How can I ever thank you two?" the 31-year old guard asks, each brushing the other off.
"Um, I could think of a few million ways," Bastian replies.
"Count me out," Jef replies, walking off to get busy again.
Clyde's eyes following Jef, he comments, "Talk about the brush off!"
It was a perfect lead in for Bastian, especially when owed so much, "Don't mind Jef. He's very picky about his men. Oh look... your shirt is torn."
"Oh?" Clyde looks down upon himself.
Sure enough, force of Jef grabbing from behind, Bastian as his shield, the bottom buttons of his shirt, even though heavy duty canvas, had torn the fabric centered right around his bellyhole.
"Hmm, I wonder how that happened?"
Bastian is quick to put the test to Clyde, "Don't go blaming Jef. It was probably all my fault!"
This could go several ways. Either Clyde would not know what the hell Bastian meant, or he could and ignore it, or, as he chose right now, "Well, what are we gonna do about that, um..."
"Bastian," Bastian liked the way this was going, "but you can call me anything you think fits?"
Not the place, nor the time, with the others laboring on tearing apart the farmhouse, Clyde says, "Maybe later when I get you alone."
Because neither crews had formally introduced each other, Bastian asks, "What do I call you now?"
"Now?" Clyde plays along, "Clyde, but don't get too used to it!" he winks.
"What about your shirt?"
Clyde nods, the two ducking out the front door of the house. Around the side, he says, "Strip!"
"Hell yeah!" Bastian gets the wrong impression.
Going for his belt buckle, Clyde cautions him, "No, your shirt. Gonna make you wear the torn shirt," and to let him know what's in store for later, "`boy!'"
"That's what I thought you meant," Bastian refastens his belt and begins to unbutton his shirt.
With his shirt open, Bastian was feasting his eyes on Clyde's hairy front, as Clyde says, "Like it so bad you can taste it?"
"Oh, you bet!" Bastian licks his lips.
"Good, because got a nice big one to clog your throat later!"
They were bonding, clicking, Clyde pushing all of Bastian's buttons, Bastian letting him know where he was coming from and willing to go, "I'm a glutton for punishment?"
With shirts exchanged, Bastian buttoning his up, Clyde says, "No, no, don't tuck it in. Open your pants and do it right!"
Bastian already knew the story, Clyde just imagining it, the hardness a cock can get with vocal interpretation of how the story could wind up.
"Nice," Clyde stuck his hand in Bastian's business. Looking into the 29-year old's eyes, he asks, "How does this feel?" he grabs hold of one of Bastian's walnuts and tries cracking it open.
"Good, sir... very good," Bastian tilts his head back, pressing his lips together.
"Well, that's enough of that for now," Clyde was done with his `test.' "Back to work."
"Wait. Can you just give me a little something tide me over?"
"Like what?" this interested Clyde.
"A few gutpunches?"
He had viewed Bastian's abs, knew they could take some abuse, but didn't think he was in the mood right now to deliver. However, "Okay. Stand against the side of the house, spread your legs and put your hands behind your head."
"Awsum!" Bastian says, carrying out the orders.
Both had buttoned up, but there stood a gap in Bastian's shirt, around the stomach.
Carefully, Clyde builds the drama, unbuttoning the few others, "Gotta see where I'm gonna aim my fist," he laughs.
Bastian didn't care how long it took, his cock and balls pulsing, just waiting for the moment when this hot man's fist caved in his abs, "And don't hold back. I can take it."
"Hold back? Never!" Clyde laughs.
With the stage set, Bastian eagle-spread, hands planted behind his head, Clyde does some minor adjusting, lifting his elbows up, which Bastian feels the stretch in his abs.
Holding his closed fist up to Bastian's furry stomach, he says, "Oh, one last thing. Close your eyes. I don't want you to see this coming."
"Hell yeah! I love the element of surprise!" Bastian squints his eyes shut.
Building up the moment, Clydes tell him, "Think I'll give you the old one-two!"
"Three-four, five-six, seven-eight, whatever man!"
Clyde couldn't deny all this wasn't making him hard to the point of his volcano wanting to explode, but there was also an element he loved to explore; depravation!
"Okay. Now hold that pose while I psych myself up for this."
"No problem," Bastian stood there like a statue, in anticipation of Clyde's fists working his tensed gut over.
He saved his laughter until he had rounded the front of the house, laughing his ass off, leaving Bastian in position.
Finally Bastian got wise!
Filling up the front doorway, Bastian confronts Clyde, "That wasn't fuckin' funny, you asshole!"
"Oh really?" Clyde unfolds his arms, "Well later, more than your abs are gonna suffer for your display of insubordination, boy!"
"Gotcha!" Bastian changes attitude, from anger to laughing his ass off!
"Yeah, but I wasn't kidding!" Clyde goes to walk back into the house.
Bastian plays along, "Like, I'm really scared!"
Going back to work, neither mentioned anymore about their secret desires.
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Copyright 2014 T. Chase McPhee
`Giv2GeT', and developing segments of this story, may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.