The following story is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to accurately depict, nor reflect upon persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in 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. This is fiction. Do not forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matter'; got condom?
"Muscle Jocks For Domination" 09 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Is... is it...over?"
"Yeah, baby and shit! I never shot so much cum before..."
"Your cum?"
Ian smiled, using a blanket to wipe his cum off of Steve's belly and chest.
"Yeah. Pulled out the last minute, Steve."
"And me?"
"You, Steve? Hell, I was massaging your prostrate so hard you shot your load before I could stroke you off!"
"Oh man... I... I didn't even realize it!"
Ian smiled. He didn't doubt it, the way Steve carried on so. Then, tossing the blanket aside, he lay down on Steve, going for his lips again.
"Damn it, Steve, I think I'm going to have to take you home and make you mine!"
After breaking the sweet kiss, Steve asked, "I hope you're serious, Ian."
Both shared in the mutual proposition.
"C'mon. We better go check on Raavi."
Leaving the closet, Ian caught the arm of another orderly.
"Hey, Bill, go clean up the linen closet."
No please, no asking, but telling.
"Um. Okay Ian. No problem, man."
"Isn't he going to sense that...."
"Payback for the last hot fuck he got from me," Ian filled Steve in on.
"One of the fringe benefits of working here, huh Ian?"
From a distance, with the closet door closed, the two heard Bill yell, "Oh shit!"
They laughed.
"I bet he'll hate cleaning that up," Steve told Ian.
"You kidding? Bill's a real cum dump. Most of the cum will be sucked out of the blankets before he makes it to the laundry room."
"You're kidding?"
"Nope. There's a couple of us around here that fuck other guys. Bill is always begging to have cum shot down his throat."
"Others? Like who?"
Entering Raavi's room, where he still slept, Ian reports, "Let's see. There's the security guard on the third floor, Malcolm. Oh man, you should see the size of his dick!"
"Huge?"
"Huge ain't the word for it."
"And how would you know the size of Malcolm's cock, Ian?"
"Oh, a couple of guys from Intex Pharmaceuticals came in one day. Really hot looking studs. One was bisexual. I took him. I never fucked a bi guy before. The other, a ripped abs jock. Malcolm ripped his ass to match his abs."
Steve laughed along with Ian.
"We threw both their carcasses over the table and fucked the hell outta them."
"Exciting life here at the hospital, eh, Ian?"
"I get my share of the action. I gotta tell you this one though, Steve."
Resting in a chair, Ian stood there, the six foot, four inch tall, two hundred and five pound, semi-jock body staring at Steve, relaying the story, "A football jock is scheduled to have his leg reset. The jock asks his parents to wait outside. Being this is like the fifth or sixth time the jock has met with the doctor, he has inside information. So, before the doctor goes to work on him, um, I know this, because I was the attending nurse, the doc eases his cock up the jock's ass. Then as he's fucking the jock, he works on his leg."
"No way. That's insane!"
"I know it sounds that way, but the football jock claims he felt no pain, other than riding the doc's ten inch, thick shaft."
"I don't believe it!"
"No, it's true. I swear it, Steve."
"I believe you, Ian."
Then to reaffirm his statement, Steve gets up. Taking the initiative, he grabs hold of Ian's scrubs and pulls him in for a lip lock.
Breaking, Steve asks, "Ian?"
"Yeah, Steve?"
"Were you pulling my chain or did you mean it about taking me home and calling me yours?"
Ian stood there and smiled. Then, placing his hands on the sides of Steve's face, he sweetly strokes his stubble.
"Y'know, Steve, I think it's time I've settled down to fucking only one man's ass."
"I always knew I was saving my cherry for that one and only, special man!"
The two kissed passionately.
"Steee...."
Until they became interrupted.
"Hey, babe, I'm going to go catch a quick shower," Ian told Steve.
"What about the stench on me?"
Smiling, Ian replied, "I'll take care of that when we get home later."
"Steeev..."
"Raavi, how are you feeling?"
Responding, in slow mode, Ravvi replied, "I... I gotta get... get to...work..."
"You're not going anywhere, after taking a gunshot to your arm like that, Raavi."
"Gun? Shot?"
Raavi's head turns, his chin pressing into his chest, the eighteen year old trying to see the place on his left shoulder that bears the bandages from the injury.
"Hey, take it easy, Raavi."
"Oh man... that's....scarry!" Raavi replied, as if suddenly snapping out of his groggy nature.
"Hey, you're going to be okay though, Raavi. I swear it," Steve told him.
His hand brushed up and down Raavi's hairy forearm. At least it diverted the teen's attention from his wound, as he looked first at the hand massaging his dark-haired arm, then up the arm to the face smiling at him, showing reassurance.
"Thanks... Steve. You... you're all I got."
On the return volley of his petting of Raavi's arm fur, near his hand, the teen caught Steve's hand.
As they held hands, Steve asks, "I've been meaning to ask you about that, Raavi."
"What, Steve?"
"I came to take you home today. What's your address? Do you have a phone number as to where I can contact your parents?"
With a sullen look, Raavi replied, his head shaking `no'.
"No, what? You don't have a phone where they can be reached?"
"No, they can't be reaches, Steve. You see, they're dead."
"Dead? When? I mean, I'm sorry to hear that."
"Last year. I take you to their house now?"
"No, not now. Do you have family I can call?"
"No. Only me. I have to go home and feed my dog."
"Your dog?"
"Raj. Where is my jacket? You take the key and go feed him for me?"
"Sure, I'll do that, but I think your jacket is back at the donut shop."
Thinking quickly, seeing the concern Raavi had over the pet, Steve searches his brain for an alternative.
"I got it."
"What Steve? You go feed Raj now?"
"No, but I'm sure Jim wouldn't mind."
"Jim? Is he a nice man? Raj only like nice men."
"He's friendly," Steve replies.
Dialing 911, which he knew was a no-no for personal business, Steve gets the desk jockey at police headquarters.
`Easier than I thought.' Steve said to himself, after asking for Jim. In the background he hears, "Hey, Jimmy, beam on up... phone call for you...who is it?" Steve laughs at the answer the desk jock gives, "Your fuck buddy... I don't know who it is...whadya think, Jimmy? I know who all your sex buddies are?" Then, as sweet as pie, Steve is told, "Um, Jimmy will be right with you."
Steve thanked him. Really he wanted to joke about being one of Jim's sex buddies. Finally getting Jim on the phone, he agreed to go to the scene of the shooting and find Raavi's jacket, but he would bring it to the hospital, since he couldn't take time out to do anything personal right now.
"Is Jim going to feed Raj?"
Looking at the eighteen year old Indian kid, Steve smiled at the cutie.
"He's bringing your jacket here. I'll go take care of Raj. Don't you worry."
"Thanks Steve. You're the first person who cares about me."
"What about your friends?"
"When my parents were alive, they don't let me out of the house."
"But surely, you spent some time with your friends from high school, Raavi?"
"No. I tell them I'm gay and they tell me I can't go out. They strict parents. My father beat me if I disobey."
"Beat you? How so?"
"I have to drop my pants and he hit me with wooden rod on ass. It hurt."
"Yikes! I don't blame you for behaving."
"Then I be careful not to do wrong things."
"How many times did that happen?"
"Only twice. Second time worst than first. But then my mother bring home Raj and I glad to be at home with my little doggie friend."
Touching Raj's arm, Steve reached out, heart and mind to the young Indian.
"Well you don't have to worry Raavi. Hey, you know what?"
"What, Steve?"
"At the place I work there's a couple of nice young guys. Do you think you would like to meet them?"
"Are they like us?"
"Now that you mention it, yes. But I didn't think of them for that reason. They're just nice guys. What do you think, Raavi?"
"Okay. I meet them, if you think they will like me, Steve."
"I can't think of anyone that wouldn't like you, Raavi."
"Do you like me, Steve?"
Smiling, Steve replies, "I think you're a nice guy, Raavi and right now you need a friend."
"Steve, can you be my boyfriend?"
"I'll be your friend and since I'm a boy'," Steve giggled, "I guess I could be your boy' `friend'."
"Thanks Steve. Um, can I ask you for a favor?"
"Sure. Name it, Raavi."
"You will not think I'm strange, if I ask if I can reach in your shirt and touch you?"
"In... inside my shirt? You mean touch my body?"
"Never mind. You now think Raavi a pervert, right?"
Smiling, Steve then resigns to, "Nah. I think there's a lot of other perverted acts out there, more so than touching another man's body. Um, will unbuttoning my shirt be good enough?"
"If it's okay, Steve?"
As Steve backs up, he begins to unbutton his shirt, starting with the middle button.
"Hey, what's going on here?"
"Oh hi... Ian?"
"It my fault," Raavi says.
"Yeah, sure. Like you're in the position to jump on Steve here?"
"It's not how it looks, Ian, if you'll let me explain."
"Explain what Steve? You're stripping down to get into bed with my patient?"
"Now you just fucking wait a minute there, Ian..."
As before, Steve didn't catch on to where this `moxie' attitude was pouring out of, but he really dug his heels into Ian.
Pounding his finger into Ian's chest, he lit into him, "You're reading this the fuckin' wrong way and if you don't want to hear it like it is then you can just take your head and stick it up..."
"Hold it! Hold it! Don't get your balls all twisted up, man!"
To calm Steve, Ian added his hands to the sides of the twenty-five year olds arms, rubbing them up and down.
"Hey, I didn't mean to get you all knotted up, Steve. I'm sure there's a logical reason."
"Damn right!"
After a pause of silence, Ian asks, "So, what is it?"
Smirking, Steve replies, "Raavi had a request and being sensitive to the kid's needs, I was only unbuttoning three lousy buttons to let the kid feel my body. That's all. Is that such a sin, Ian?"
"Hmmm," Ian thought, his hand on his hip, a finger scratching the side of his nose like it would help speed up the thinking process.
Then, without speaking, he goes to the door, turning the ketch, to lock it shut.
"What are you doing, Ian?" Steve asks.
As Ian turns around, he lifts the blue scrub top at the tails and peels it off, up over his head, revealing his thick, brown hairy chest.
"Hey, if you think you're going to get all the action Steve, forget it!"
Raavi, his eyes focused on Ian now, asks, "Can I touch your hairy chest?"
Smiling, Steve watches Ian walk over to the side of the bed. Picking up Raavi's hand, he places the Indian's hand right in the center of the hairy mass.
"Go ahead. Get your kick's Raavi."
Steve watches, Raavi between them, rub Ian's chest. He then clues the kid in, "Play with his nips, Raavi."
He looks to Steve, then up to Ian's face, asking, "Okay, Ian?"
"Yeah. Sure. Get your pleasure out of me."
"Who's getting the pleasure?" Steve asks Ian.
Deep down in Steve's pants, sure as hell his cock and balls pulsed, however peering at the blanket over Raavi, he could see the tent growing. He couldn't see Ian's hardware too well, but knew it probably twitched into action, especially when Raavi found one of his nips, integrated among the thick hair follicles.
"Oooooooh!" Ian groaned, throwing his head back.
"Hee heee... told you so," Steve reported to Raavi, of Ian's moaning.
With eyes closed, head back, Ian didn't exactly request, but in a demanding attitude, said, "Steve, why don't you get over here on my cock."
Smiling, Steve knew it not a request and he accepted it that way. After he had Ian's scrubs down to his ankles, the briefs peeled, he began to work the semi-hard 11c with his lips.
"Doesn't look like there's anything wrong with your plumbing, Raavi," Ian remarked, seeing the puptent progress into a fullsized structure.
"I see Steve suck you and it happen!" Raavi summed it up.
"Quit bs-in' me, Raavi. I saw your dick get hard way before that," Ian told him.
With a grin on his face, Raavi replies, "You find me out Ian. You smart guy. If I could, I get up and fuck you."
"Fuck this ass? Oh not. Not in your hottest dreams, baby," Ian replied. "However... hmm..."
Ian looked down at his feet.
"Hey, Steve, why don't you drop those pants and let Raavi fuck your hole?"
"And what happened to the `one man' fuck business?"
"That was my vow. We didn't say anything about your ass, did we?"
The twenty-five year old sat there on his knees, looking up at Ian. Sure, Steve wouldn't mind having the teen cock messing with his ass chute, but he thought he had something intimate going here with Ian. Now he wasn't so sure that he wanted remain committed to a relationship with him, if this is part of how it would go, from time to time.
"So, what you're saying is..." Steve began getting riled up again, slowly standing, "you want to be committed to fucking one ass, but you don't mind lending mine out, Ian?"
"I didn't say that Steve. I was only thinking of the kid here."
"And getting your rocks off watching me get penetrated?"
Raavi broke in, saying, "I don't make trouble. I keep my dick under blanket."
"This isn't about you, Raavi," Steve replied. Then going at Ian, like a platoon of armed marines, "If you think that this is how it's going to go, then you can take all your sweet talking and shove it!"
"Hey, baby....."
"Don't you fuckin' hey baby me, Ian."
Buttoning up his three buttons, Steve picked up his jacket, saying to Raavi, "Sorry, Raavi. This doesn't have anything to do about you, but I've gotta get some air. See you later."
Unlocking the ketch, Steve left the room. Walking down the corridor, he passed by the linen closet where Ian fucked him. The young guy, Bill was holding his nose, spraying the room, as if fumigating for bugs.
Passing right by the room, Steve hears, "Hey, you okay mister?"
"I'm fine," Steve replied, even though he was pissed at the moment.
At the elevator, which just arrived, again that Matthew' buy was on board. Steve punched the lighted L'.
"Got a problem, Steve?"
"No. No problem," He replied, with a sarcastic attitude.
"Oh. Okay. Just figured since I'm good at listening to people with problems, I'd sit and listen to you, but that's okay. If you've got things under control, Steve, then...."
"Alright, so I've got a problem, Matt."
"I didn't mean to pry, Steve. Do you want to talk about it?"
"Sure, if you've got the time."
"I'm finished visiting my buddy and I've got a coupla hours before heading off to Pazzo Pazzo," the twenty-four year old replied.
The two exiting at the lobby, Matt asks, "Coffee shop alright?"
"I was headed there, to cool off."
"What'll you have?"
Seriously thinking, Steve wanted to say `him', but resorted to something hot, with dairy dream.
"I'll have a hazelnut coffee."
"You should try the hazelnut coffee at Pazzo Pazzo's, Steve."
"I have. Remember? I was there?"
"Yeah, I remember. I just don't remember what you had."
Walking to the table, following Steve, Matthew wished he could have what he wanted right now, as his eyes followed the ass in the dress slacks.
"Is this good?"
"Huh?" Matthew asked.
"The table," Steve replied.
"Oh! The table. Yeah, it's great Steve."
"And thanks for the coffee," Steve raises it up, as if toasting him. "My treat next time."
"Hey, a buck isn't going to break me. So, what's happening, Steve?" Matthew inquires, as if a shrink asking his patient his life story.
"Oh, I don't know. A guy falls in love, then falls out of love is a good way of summing it up, I suppose."
"Alright if I ask a question?"
"Sure, Matt."
Smiling, Matthew says, "You know, you're the first guy in a long time that I let call me that?"
"That's your question that's supposed to address my problem?"
"No," the blonde replies, giggling. "Um..."
"And why's that?"
"Why is what, Steve?"
"Why didn't you bust my chops over calling you Matt instead of Matthew?"
"Um, can I ask another question first, Steve?"
"Is it on target with the subject, Matt?"
Matt laughs, "I suppose so. Are you going with a guy, Steve, like got a boyfriend or anything?"
A quick thought and Steve is replying, "No and I can't believe I let myself do that!"
Reporting to Matthew the answer, Steve also `kicked himself in the ass', over letting Ian take his cherry.
"I can't believe I surrendered myself so easy. I could just..."
"Wait a minute now, Steve. We all make mistakes. Um, look, the café is filling up. Do you want to go someplace where there isn't so many people around?"
Looking about, Steve agrees.
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Continued.....
Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.