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Give till it hurts...and if that's not enough, get with some s&m!
'SoLO ChRiStMaS | HaNuKkaH' o2
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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After showering the cum and sweat off their bods, which Tomer and Gio did together to save water, a habit acquired while being roomies at college, they stuffed duffle bags with essentials and were on their way.
"Are you sure we packed everything you'll need?" Gio questions before pulling out of the apartment complex lot underneath the building.
"Just checking," Tomer says, "but I think you said you had a whole foot locker full of sex toys?"
Sitting there in the driver's seat, Gio places a hand over his crotch, "hey, the only sex toy I need is right here!"
"My bad. What I meant is..."
"I know what you meant and yeah, I've got a good stash of bondage equipment and then some."
"Okay," Tomer sits back, belts up and relaxes.
"Oh, and remember, mama doesn't know anything, why we do down in the basement, so we have to keep it quiet."
Tomer just had to go off on Gio, but not in a mean or vengeful way, "oh, you mean like how you kept from mama that you and Ruggerio were having a bromance?"
"I dunno," Gio says as he drives towards the West Side Highway, "I thought she took it pretty well?"
"You're lucky she's not judgemental. Oh, by the way, it'll be quicker to take the tunnel."
"Oh no. You know how it gives me the creeps to drive through the tunnel. Taking the Verrazzano."
"Whatever. Wake me up when you get to the bridge."
"It's like, ten minutes away, dude."
"Hey, you're thirty-nine years old and forbidden to use that word!"
Turning up a nose, like in disgust, Gio says, "sweet dreams!"
What could have been ten minutes, because of their romp in the sheets, causes the trip to the bridge an arrival time of forty minutes later.
Waking up as they pass from New York into New Jersey, Tomer says, "you were supposed to wake me up when we got to the bridge?"
"I figured instead of a cat nap, you needed more rest."
Looking at a clock on the car dash, Tomer says, "I told you the tunnel would be quicker."
"Hush. If we took the tunnel you wouldn't be looking at this gorgeous view."
Tomer smiles and rather than hushing up and keeping thoughts to himself, "do you mean Jersey, or gorgeous-you?"
Gio smiles, but it is suddenly turned upside down, when Tomer jokes, "though, the scenery is kind of nice this time of year."
As Tomer sees the smile disappear from his friend's face, he quips, "just kidding!"
"I know," Gio once again creases his lips up into a smile, "me too."
They could have very well left things unsaid. Throughout teen, frat and the latter years which would bring them up into their thirties, thoughts and actions at this point were of no surprise, but often either or the other would react as if the first time.
Rather than dwell on getting 'cute' with each other, Tomer moves on, "so, what do you think, mama will have the same spread as last Christmas?"
"You mean the same that she has been preparing for us, for the past twenty-five years?"
Tomer has to remind, "except that one year you decided we should try snowboarding?"
"Oh. That. Well I did pack some food and bring it to the hospital. Remember I spoon fed you?"
"With one broken arm and a sprained wrist, I have to admit you did a good job at that and 'other things'!"
That wasn't enough, being it was Gio's idea to go snowboarding the first place and in making amends, "and what about the twins?"
Tomer had to admit, twin nurses, two hot men to check his vitals, twin no. 1 in the AM, twin 2 in the PM, made him want to heal slowly, "yeah, I have to say, you were good to me."
"I still am. Look, I drive all the way out from Princeton to pick you up at your Manhattan apartment?"
Placing a hand on Gio's arm, Tomer says, "I have a confession to make Gio."
"What's that?"
"Even though the money's good, I'm not happy living where I am. I was thinking, maybe I could move back to Jersey and commute?"
"Done!"
"What do you mean, 'done'?"
Gio couldn't be more happier, saying, "last week a distributor was in at the restaurant," the family restaurant that's been part of his heritage since his grandfather opened it in the fifties, "and he said there's a French restaurant opening in town and guess who owns it?"
"You?"
"You want to give mama a heart attack?"
"Okay, I give up. Who?"
To make it sound officially French, Gio pronounces out the whole name, completely with French dialect, "Jacque-Francois Lafrance, remember him?"
"How could I forget, but I thought Jon-Jon hated that he had to work at his family restaurant and vowed when he graduated college, he would have nothing to do with it?"
It tickled Gio to say this, "yeah, well, the family did sell the restaurant, but Jon-Jon likes the new owner. Much, much different than the former owner."
Tomer, as well as Gio knew of Jon-Jon's history, how if he made an error, it cost him fifteen minutes in the wine cellar, his father's hand on the strap, to make what went wrong, to be corrected.
"Well, I can't think of anyone more deserving than Jon-Jon, after what his father put him through."
"I can," Gio smiles.
"Who?"
"You?"
"Me? I haven't a clue to what happens in a French restaurant."
"Jon-Jon can be a very compassionate man these days and if you tried it and didn't like it, I was thinking of adding a second restaurant to our family business, farther north, maybe Summit."
It almost brought tears to Tomer's eyes, "you've done so much for me Gio, since my folks died."
"I know, but I don't let it go to my head!"
"You just did," Tomer smacks Gio in the back of the head!
"Oh. I guess I did," Gio chuckles and with motive, "but I'll make it up to you when we get to the hotel suite I got us for the weekend."
"I hope it's the one you brag of having the hottest bellboys, the sexiest waiters and..."
"Yup, that's the one!"
One last detail puzzled Tomer, "um, do you think that guy, the one I liked a lot, because of 'you know?', is still working there?"
When he booked the reservations, Gio knew this question would come up, "uh, 'no', Russo no longer works at the hotel."
The way it sounded, it was final, Tomer solemnly saying, "oh."
"But let me finish," Gio says, entering the NJ Turnpike southbound lanes.
Getting his hopes up, Tomer says, "there's more?"
"If you'll let me finish?"
Gio steals a glance to his buddy, "being in the restaurant business, it didn't take much to track him down. Seems Russo has been busy at setting up a restaurant in Philly."
Within the tristate area, Tomer is glad, "not far from us, about what, 50 miles?"
Being in the restaurant business full time now, Gio has made the trip to Philly and back, "about 2 hours round trip."
Gio wasn't counting time spent in Philly, meeting up with a friend or two at a hotel in town, getting it on with his sexual jollies!
"That's an hour one way, if you drive."
Nudging Tomer in the arm, Gio jokes, "hey, didn't know you were such a whiz at math?"
Reminiscing, Tomer says, "nah, when it came to addition and substraction, you were always better than me."
Anything good he thought of Gio made Tomer invoke a feeling of warmth, of love, which made his buddy pick up on, "the feelings mutual."
Such was the love the two shared, it almost made Gio want to pull over and give his buddy a loving hug, which would most likely lead to kissing, then the build up which would have Gio unbuckling Tomer's belt.
However, it does have him joking, "maybe I should pull over and prove it to you?"
With 'Russo' on his mind, Tomer had set his priorities, yet his buddy came first out of all the men he's met along life's passageway, "if you need it, I'd be more than happy to take care of that need?"
"Nah, that's okay," Gio says, slowing for traffic, "I think I can contain myself."
They were in their thirties, but there were times in their past when Gio had an urge so great, Tomer came to his rescue. In their teen years, neither of them were 'out', so in order to fulfill desires, after they outed themselves to each other, their friendship went beyond being ordinary friends. Though in those days Gio and Tomer would just stand facing each other, taking cocks in hands and jerking each other off.
In fact, right before heading off for college, Tomer, on the day of his eighteenth birthday claimed, instead of Gio giving him a present, he wanted to give one to his dear friend.
Gio wasn't surprised, finding that through the past two years of their 'gay' association, it was about time they escalated in their way of thinking and doing and he couldn't be more happy when Tomer suggested he give his friend a blow job.
From there and halfway through their first year of college, Tomer took such great pleasure in servicing Gio. It was Gio who first recalled, never doing a sexual act with their shirts on, but soon after saying it, the same became true with going pants-less. Tomer was the one who took the initiative to say this was silly, having sex with their briefs on, when they would only wind up getting precum buildup, having to wash them out.
But some things don't happen without a reason, Tomer volunteering to prewash Gio's and his own briefs out in the sink, drying them before tossing them in the hamper. Did Tomer reallly have to go to all that trouble?
Tomer didn't realize it at the time, but that one little simple act of taking his and Gio's briefs to the sink, was the beginning of what would become lots of ways in which he subjected himself to kinky kind of fetishes. Not so much enthused about his own pair of briefs, but Gio's briefs. Not only had he secreted a fair amount of sexual fluid onto the fabric, but Gio had a big cock, big balls and the briefs had touched those items of lust. In those early stages of male sexual development for the two, Tomer's first encounter had him giddy, lifting Gio's briefs to his nostrils and breathing in that sweet male aroma. Furthering, Tomer's next kinky thought was of tasting. He had taken it up a notch already, licking Gio's thick sex-juice from the fabric, so sucking on the material, trying to get every salty drop on his tongue and down his throat, wasn't any reason for hesitation. As he sucked the cream from the briefs, all he could think of was wanting more, thinking of getting that salty treat directly from the source. In no time Tomer himself was leaking, thinking of taking Gio's hard shaft in his mouth and then finding relief himself. That didn't stop Tomer from having a liquid treat, squeezing his own cock, taking what release came out, off on his fingers and then licking his fingers off as if just eating Colonel Sanders' tasty chicken!
"By the way, tracking Russo down wasn't all that tough, being Italian, in the restaurant business, living near Princeton and..."
"Lives near Princeton? Wow, he must be doing good!"
That wiped off the board, having to travel to Philly, which had Gio saying, "yeah, how convenient, right?"
From that comment, it had Tomer lusting for information, "uh, yeah," Gio gulps down spit, knowing how his buddy and Russo had not gotten along in high school, the bullying, "now that his restaurant entrepreneuring has taken off." Wanting to throw his buddy off track, "not only has Russo been busy building his business, the premeire guide of 'Vogue Foodies', rates him within the top 10 of the 50 Best Restaurants of the year. Yep, Russo's doing alright for himself.
Tomer, not in the dark about Russo, following his career moves as well, "yeah, not bad for now being known as 'the shirtless chef'?"
Sharing more experiences than other men, Gio says, "aren't we lucky to have known him as 'the naked chef'?"
It got Tomer to thinking, "I wonder if he remembers me?"
"Of course he does. Well, maybe he doesn't remember sucker-punching you in the stomach, but how can any guy forget an expert cock-sucker?"
Even though being bullied, taunted by Russo, Tomer slowly learned to secretly love the Italian rather than project hate, which has him saying, "did I ever tell you I thought Russo tasted good?"
"Good as my sausage and onions?"
Smiling at his buddy, Tomer says, "better. A delectable treat!"
"Hmm," Gio mulls it over, "guess I should think about getting a penis-pump and swallow a couple of Viagra, to see if you can tell the difference."
"Why? I never did fit all of you down my throat!"
Gio lets it go, "I suppose."
He thought he recalled his buddy having mentioned it, that they met up on ocassion, "when you saw him, did Russo ever say anything about me?"
"Of course," Gio says, exiting the turnpike, "he still remembers how long you took massaging his shaft with your tongue and how, after the buildup you still managed to drink down every ounce of his spunk, not to mention those taps to your stomach."
"I did like Russo in that respect, mixing sex with a little abuse."
At first Gio didn't get it, Tomer taking the gut punching with man-sex, as if the two were on the same moral plane. With passing time, he's met other guys like that, wanting to be dominated, feeling the euphoria of not only gut-punched, but flogged on the back, taking thin and fat toys up the ass and other things which he didn't like doing, but did it anyway, it turning the other guy on. If he hadn't experienced it with other men, surely he would not have felt it right with his buddy.
Russo did share more with Gio, claiming a special affection with Tomer and even though he's had several encounters with men who felt the urge to totally service, "and Russo thought you kind of the cream of the crop, when it came to men who wanted to be totally dominated."
"Oh? What else did Russo say about me?"
Russo didn't tell Gio much more than Tomer being a fantastic cock sucker, that edging him on made for a massive buildup, but also, "he said he was disappointed you chose to attend a college which put such a great distance between you both."
Then Tomer pops the big question, "did he ever find a partner?"
"Nope. Russo says there's been some guys, but none like you."
"Oh." He sat there a moment and sulked, thinking more about s&m than the sex between, "he never, at any time, said anything about the pain I can take, that it's more than any guy he's ever been with?"
"Russo never said he's met any guy for anything but sex."
Rather feel bad about it, being Russo the only one who enjoyed more than sex with him, "confession."
"What?"
"I liked Russo beating on me as much as the sex."
"Hey," speaks casually, "this is 'me' you're talkin' to. Like, you think I didn't know that?"
"Um. I guess."
"You guess? You don't remember when you would almost begged me to hang you up like a punching bag and beat your stomach?"
Tomer knew it, but wasn't sure Gio did, "and how you gave me my first whipping on the back?"
They tossed experiences back and forth as if to blame, but instead to revisit places in time, "and how I told you not to tell anyone, but you instead went right ahead and had to mention to Russo that it felt good when I whipped you on the back with my belt?"
Revenge tactic, Tomer says, "and if I hadn't, all three of us would never know how it could be with three-way sex, not to mention what a high it was to have two guys taking turns whipping my back?"
Gio wasn't thinking on the latter, "yeah, felt good to fuck you while you took Russo down the throat."
"So maybe it should be you apologizing to me."
Caving in, Gio says, "sorry."
Making him drag it on, Tomer says, "for?"
Feeling this absurd, Gio says, "sorry for not fucking you harder, driving Russo down your throat till you felt the tip in your stomach!"
"You're a natural born sadist, Gio," Tomer says sarcastically.
"I know," Gio smiles.
"I can't believe you didn't tell Russo I still like s&m."
Gio saw that this left Tomer dissatisfied, "at the time we didn't know what it was, that it was called that, but hey, maybe we can set something up?"
"You have his cell number?"
"Not only that, I have his home address. Maybe we can pop in on the way to the hotel."
Tomer liked the idea.
"But I don't think I'm going to make it to my place, without a visit to the rest area."
They pull off at the rest area, Gio taking the twist and turns, offramp, like a pro, which has Tomer saying, "you maneuver those turns like a pro, like you've been here a lot?"
The restaurant business doesn't take Gio more than a few miles from town, but he travels further out of his way, for other reasons, saying, "sometimes, on out of town on business and it takes me up or down the Turnpike."
Gio hoped Tomer would not seek further, discovering his liking to meeting up with truck drivers!
"Okay, well, while you're taking a leak maybe I can get something to drink."
With that agreed, after they park, Tomer heads off towards the food court, Gio towards the mens room.
It was deserted, which had Gio thinking out loud, "where is everyone today?"
Regardless, he had to piss something fierce, which had him doing the customary thing, unbuckle his belt, allow his pants to snag around the hips, pull his junk out, anchoring balls under the elastic of his skimpy briefs, lets loose, "ah-h-h-h."
During which, as happens without thinking, an arm goes over head, leans against the tiled wall, the last ounce trickling out.
Gio would only seem obvious if he chose, if a guy happened to be on his left or right, for the same purpose. Of times like that, he would add a moan, like he was stroking up his own shaft for purpose of unloading it. Sometimes the bait would get a bite, but most of the time turned off the dude pissing next to him, eliciting a crimeful, 'pervert', 'homo', 'I oughta report you', or other slur. However, it's times like these Gio regrets having shaken the last droplets from the tip of his cock, when he senses a guy pulling into the stall next to him. He makes like he's still in the process, eyes peeking to his right as the guy approaches. He always swears, having developed a keen sense of peripheral vision from eyeing guys in mens room stalls, an asset in times like these.
Unzipping, pulling it out, the dude, looking to be about Tomer's age when he first introduced his friend, then 18, to playing with other guys, says out of the blue, "do you suck cock?"
Talk about being bold!
Never without a kickback, Gio backs out of his pissing stall and whereas his pants were snagged around the waist, allows them to drop below the knees and facing the dude who did the same, "if you'll do the same?"
Yeah, Gio notices the wide eyes, gaping mouth, like that of a goldfish, but also what the kid holds in his hand.
Not only Gio's opinion, the teen exchanges glances, "dayam, you're big!"
It made Gio laugh out loud, thinking this had to be the kid's first time, complete with the Polaroid finish, "let me guess."
"What?"
Working his own shaft up to the tip and back down to the bottom of the barrel, Gio also stoked the kid's interest, "this is your first time picking up a guy in a public restroom?"
He was about to answer Gio, when in walks a uniformed guy, prompting the kid to quip, "oh shit," turning back into the urinal stall, pretending it was his first time to take a leak.
But Gio wasn't scared, but for the teen's benefit, follows, turning back into the urinal corral.
"I know what you were up to," the 'tin badge' says.
Gio backs out and with his cock all tidied up, stuffed back into the pouch, pleads, "if I give you a blow job, you'll forget about this, huh?"
His heart wasn't racing though. Gio tries signaling with a nod, eyes motioning towards the teen in the urinal.
If the kid had caught on, he would have seen the signs, the two sending each silent messages, which has the uniformed man saying, "you, from the stall, get yourself out here. I know you ain't doing any peeing."
Indeed, as Gio had predicted, this was the kid's first attempt at a mens room hookup, saying the unthinkable, "I swear, officer, I was just minding my own business, when this pervert starts talking sex stuff to me."
As the kid had rushed back into the stall, he had quickly done what he's reheased over and over in his mind, had he been discovered, stuffing his junk back into jeans, which not having briefs on, had to be careful not to catch anything in the zipper. He had done a perfect job of that, but nervous, forgotten to buckle his belt.
From an overhead blueprint view, the kid is behind Gio, realizing he hadn't finished tidying up, begins to buckle his belt.
Gio, in front of the lad, looks towards the officer and having recognized the cop from a year or so ago, smiles, wiggling his eyebrows.
Most men have a planned escape route, of which Gio crafted years ago, when in the same rest stop mens room, met the police officer. After quite a bit of chat, Gio positioned the garbage can under the door handle, and after having the cop drop his pants, had him on his knees, firming him up.
Though, with another guy, not just Gio, he had to play the cop knowing exactly how to handle situations such as this one, "I'm going to have to take you both in."
"But officer," Gio pleads, "I swear, it wasn't me who came onto him, but just the opposite. This dude was preying on me soon as he stepped into the stall."
Like jury and judge, the cop says, "oh, so you were here first?"
Gio was smiling, wanting to burst out in laughter, but instead stuck to the script, "uh, yeah. In fact he was the one who started saying stuff like 'do you suck cock' and 'could I give you a few bucks to have you suck mine?'"
His wording made the cop understand, this was the young guy's first time, or maybe the second cock he's ever sucked, but definitely not a seasoned meetup guy, "I see. And what do you have to say for yourself, young man?"
They both could see the kid definitely scared shit, but also adamant in his choosing of words, "I never offered any money," he went to his back pocket and having discovered his wallet missing, went back by the urinal to search.
It gave Gio and the officer a chance to exchange smiles, Gio again voicing his opinion in a silent way, wiggling eyebrows, which meant he dug the guy. He got the same reaction back.
"Here it is. Must've fallen out when I unzipped. Here," he holds it open to view the bills, "as you can see, all I've got is five bucks."
"Hmm," the cop says, rubbing his beard, "I can that. Five bucks is hardly enough to buy a lick!"
Since the cop was between him and the teen, Gio saw fit to move things along. Taking his hand, straightening out his fingers, he ran the tip of fingers from the bottom of the cop's ass, assaulting him by running it up to where cuffs were enclosed in a leather casing.
"What-the-fuck?"
It made him lurch, which when he did, bumped chests with the teen and with both unsuspecting, made the kid fall backwards, the cop forward, pinning the lad to the floor.
Since the charade was still ongoing, the cop does a quick pushup and turning around, "you, hands behind the head!"
Gio did what he was told, even though he was lip-reading, 'what the fuck you do that for?', which made him smile, looking over the cops shoulder to make sure it was okay to talk back, 'do anything for ya?'
At first the teen was stunned, not only because of being knocked off his feet and pinned to the floor by a cop, but that a man on top of him had stirred his loins. As he got to his feet, he had to follow his instinct, look down to make sure his reaction wasn't showing.
Turning around, he said to the teen, "hey look, this other guy pushed me."
Gio had to fuel the flame, "sure, blame it on me, pig. We both know you have a hardon for him."
The teen might've been poor, but smart, saying, "I have a theory."
It made the cop say, "theory?"
"Yeah, that you two know each other."
Gio didn't waste any time hiding it, "you found us out. I'm Gio and this is Antonio."
Turning around, Antonio says, "what the fuck, Gio?"
"I knew it," the kid stares at the back of Antonio's pants and seeing the black leather case, "I should cuff you and take you in, as a citizen's arrest!"
Antonio says, "see what you got us into, Gio?"
"Me?" Feeling more like a prankster, Gio says, "I'm not the one who forced him to the floor and tried to rape him!"
The teen looks to Gio, then addresses the cop, "yeah, this is not going to look good for you."
If they had backed up to where Marco never entered the mens room, a different scenario might have played out. It would come out later, the teen having stalked Gio the minute he entered the rest area and after getting up the nerve, entered the same mens room. The rest is history, but not how he pictured it turning out.
"Are you going to help me out here, Gio?"
Already Gio thought the kid was on his side, "what's your name?"
"Scott."
About the 200th time or so Gio has trolled for men at a rest stop area men's room, he knew the clientele who hung there, "running away from home?"
"What makes you think that?" Scott says, making it more like an accusation of Gio not minding his own business.
"Five bucks in your wallet?" While he was calling the shots, "and let me guess that this is the first time you've picked up a guy in a mens room?"
Scott confesses, "okay, right on both accounts, but what about you and him?"
Gio then, feeling bad for the teen, "okay, so we played you."
Antonio finally speaks up, "I'm not going to arrest you," but thinking about Tomer, "unless you want to be?"
Not only loving Gio's handsome looks, but also his big cock, the way it can be made to look big and awesome, Scott finds trust in the twenty-nine year old, "what does he mean by that?"
Not a subject which takes five minutes to explain, Gio keeps it short and picturing the first time he tied up Tomer, "some guys can get hard being tied up and having stuff done to them."
"I don't get it."
If Tomer hadn't guzzled down the drink he bought at the food court he might not have had the urge to unload. It was obvious, being not the first time he's walked into a 'Gio scenario', "hey guys," and knowing the two players of the script, "making another arrest, Antonio?"
Gio and Officer Bonomolo exchange eye contact.
The young guy looks straight ahead, "who are you?"
Antonio tries keeping to the script, "you're interfering with an arrest. I suggest you leave and come back later."
Antonio was frustrated of most things, which all stemmed from being a gay man, forced to live in a straight world. His first wrong choice had been to marry. A woman, when pressed into it by parents who strongly suggested either do what was expected, multiply the family name, or be cut out of a hefty fortune.
Gio was the first to meet up with Antonio, Tomer being allowed to be a part of their meetups, eventually joining in. Therefore, he was no stranger to sharing a scene with his friend.
Maybe out of the three, Tomer was the one with more empathy, walks over to the lad, places a hand on his shoulder, comforting, "hey, stop worrying. You're not under arrest. Antonio, he's a real police officer, but this isn't an arrest."
Antonio mouths the words to Gio, 'why-does-he-always-do-that?'
Everyone has a dark place to go to and for Tomer, he liked to play the underdog when it came to bdsm games. However, right now his alpha-male was showing, "assure him you're not going to arrest him, Antonio?"
Tomer could see the teen almost had tears welling up in his eyes, "oh, I'm so glad you came along."
Frankly, Tomer was feeling no remorse, "me too," wishing he was this hot looking when he was this teen's age.
Often Tomer and his good buddy, Gio, had reminisced about old times. Tomer always wondered, if he and Gio could become lovers and not just good friends, maybe they would have a different outlook on 'gay' life. Tomer was always in search of loving a man and getting loved back, but after turning thirty, now thirty-eight, those ideas and dreams began to fade. Like Gio, he turned to meeting guys on occasion. It's not that it didn't match Tomer's lifestyle, having this special 'need', a yearning to bottom for a man who was into a particular kinky way of having fun. He appreciated the fact Gio was always the man there to observe, mainly to keep a dominant dude from going too far.
Regarless, right now Tomer wasn't that character, instead his real self, "I hope this isn't your first time?".
"At what?"
Trying to set things straight, which has Gio and Marco as his audience, Tomer says, "trying to hook up in a rest stop mens room?"
Turning around, the dude puts his fears aside, laying eyes on his savior for the first time, staring at Tomer, at that beautiful face, and getting sweet, "what's your name?"
"Tomer. You?"
Kind of dumbstruck, the dude says, "my real name or the name I use as a disguise?"
Tomer thinks as he smiles, knowing Gio really took that edge off of meeting guys and not getting all clammy, "whichever you feel comfortable with. Tomer, that's my real name."
He could've been using an alias, but feeling this real, "Scott. You need to know my last name?"
"Nah," Tomer says, "I hope I can be given the time to find out."
Gio slides a hand over his face, from forehead to mouth, like he was trying to sober himself up to a situation.
Antonio says of it, "jealous, Gio?"
"Of what?"
"Having your boyfriend stolen away from you?"
"I've told you a million times, Marco, Tomer's not my boyfriend."
In a few short words of conversation, Scott finds out, as he suspected, Tomer an older guy of thirty-eight and to sweeten the pot, "I'm eighteen, but next month I'll be nineteen."
Tomer shares a short story of how he had his first mens room encounter, same place, "yeah, I was on one side of this guy, my friend, Gio on the other and had this guy pissing, boxed in. Gio did all the talking, as I was scared shit to say anything.
"Gio," Scott says, "is he the tall, dark and handsome one?"
"Yeah, the one out of uniform," Tomer says.
Tall, about five-eleven, Scott walks forward, leaving Tomer's company and addresses Antonio, "are you a real cop?"
"That I am," Antonio stands there with a smug smile, "but I'm off duty. Why? You want to get it on?"
Ignoring it, Scott says, "and these guys are your friends?"
"Yup."
"So, you're not going to arrest me?"
"Nope."
No one in the mens room was prepared for this, the auburn-haired lad saying, "good," and with that grabs the chest area of Marco's uniform, pulls the cop towards him and lifts a knee!
"Oh fuckin' shit!"
Calling out the explicative, Antonio is more moved by the knee to his groin, which has his knees buckling, falling to the floor, both hands cuddling his balls and rolling up into a fetal position.
Being Gio has played some rough games with Marco, knowing the ripped police officer probably felt a little more than a punch to the abs, says, "that was fuckin' beautiful, Scott!"
"Oh really, Gio?"
Tomer could see this coming, but maybe his friend had it coming to him, Scott at Gio's side, lifting his arm and coming down, the elbow caving in Gio's solar plexus!
"Ugh-gh-gh-gh," Gio belches out, holding his gut and doubling over, diving in slow motion to his knees.
"Now 'that' was beautiful," Tomer has observed, putting a hand on Scott's shoulder.
"Really?" Proud, Scott says, "I learned how to take care of myself from my uncle."
Not sure it was the right time, Tomer goes for it, "like, I know this sounds weird and I've lost more than acquired a friend in saying so, but you feel anything, like get hard, when you do that to guys?"
It then dawns on Scott, what Gio said to him, Tomer making the connection, "you like getting gut-punched?"
Like, he's suddenly madly in love with Scott, "oh, and so much more, plus, I think I'm a really good cocksucker."
With all these older guys around, Scott wasn't feeling duped by every man in the room, saying, "I always hoped I would meet up with a guy like you and sure, after you helped me, I'd love to help you out."
Tomer couldn't believe his luck, having this teen turn around to face him, place both hands on his arms and then guiding him in for a sweet kiss.
Upon breaking, Tomer says, "you're really the only guy, next to my friend Gio, that I've shared a kiss like that."
"I don't really have that much experience myself, but have to admit, you're the oldest guy I've kissed."
Meanwhile, rolling around on the floor, Gio helps Antonio upright himself into a sitting position, both leaning their backs against the stall doors, taking the scene in.
"Does that bother you, age?"
Scott smiles, "not if it doesn't bother you?"
Another concern of his, whether it'll make or break the situation, "it's okay with you of what I said?"
"You mean about punching you in the stomach?"
Cracking a bit of a smile, which enhances Tomer cute mug even more, "I lose more guys that way, suggesting it."
"People say violence begets violence and of that I take it as true. I'm not a violent person, but I have needs as much as the other guy. If it wasn't for my uncle, probably I never would be able to take care of myself, but he also had some kinky stuff he liked to do. What do you think?"
If he was thinking the same, Tomer started feeling the pangs, wants and needs he's been looking for for years, decades, "do you believe in love at first sight?"
He did, but Scott evades the subject for now, "you might change your mind after the first punch!"
From sliding a hand down his arm, it only made Tomer's crotch react, feeling Scott make a fist and grind it against his abs, "I think maybe, it might just help to seal our relationship."
"Oh, so you just met me and you're talking relationship, like, I guess that means you're okay with dating a young guy?"
It began to get too sappy for Gio, saying, "hey, I think you guys might consider getting a room?"
From perched on his feet, looking down at his good buddy and the cop, Tomer says, "not a bad idea. Thanks for offering to pay for it, Gio!"
From the first time Gio met Antonio, then the second and third time, their affair began as meetups in the rest area mens room. With the garbage can wedged under the door handle, Gio would have his pants drop to below the knees and with Antonio on his knees, perform the most beautiful of orgasms. Then, fourth time they met up, Antonio asked about the subject of 'fucking'. Gio explained he doesn't get fucked, but wouldn't mind poking Antonio in the ass. However, the rest stop mens room wasn't the place, being he liked to be worked up into a frenzy very slowly. From there Gio, since it was better to pull up to a motel in a plain car, rather than with a police emblem on the side, he was always the one who drove, got a room and while Marco sat in the car, Gio drove them around to the side of the motel which faced the woods and not the main drag, with Tomer in the back seat.
Today wasn't much different, Tomer saying, "Scott and I will be waiting for you in the backseat."
Exiting the mens room, Tomer stirs up conversation, "where are you parked. I spoke too soon, that maybe you would want to follow us to the motel?"
The tall teen plays with his mopped head, running fingers through his hair says, "uh, yeah, that's the thing, I didn't get here by car. I hitched."
"From where?"
It's not which Scott didn't feel comfortable unloading his thoughts on Tomer, but it's the dry stuff which can make a budding relationship shrivel up, "it's complicated."
A quaint smile on his lips, Tomer says, "I'm okay with complicated. Been there myself at one time or another."
Even though they were both clothed, Scott was feeling something righteous about Tomer, "would you be okay if we dispensed with the gut-punching right now?"
Funny, unlike other times, Tomer wasn't feeling in the bdsm mood right this minute, "of course. I'd like to get to know you more without all that drama."
"You're into roleplaying, too?"
Tomer smiles, feeling the excitement of meeting up with another such as himself, "I'd love to have you interrogate me sometime!"
Unlike the other times, Tomer and Gio sharing a room with a trick Gio has found at the rest stop, or with a hitchhiker on the road, when they pull up to the motel another scenario unfolds.
"Scott and I want our own room and you're paying for it, Gio."
"Oh?" Gio says, looking his friend up and down, like he's transformed to a being from another planet, "since when are you calling the shots?"
Right outside the motel office, Tomer says, "I know you like to have a third just for the kick of being watched, but I think you might have to get used to something else?"
Looking back to adversaries, Scott and Antonio chitchatting like they were old friends, Gio says, "I don't begrudge you. We both have the right to be happy in life. You already know I'm not the kind of guy to get tied down, no pun intended, so yeah, I'll pay for two rooms, no sweat."
Embracing each other, Tomer initiating it, they resemble more lovers than friends, "thanks Gio."
Giggling, Gio says, "I hope you've met your match, but don't worry about me. You know I have this charisma about myself that lures guys in like a magnet!"
He could have slighted Gio for that personal remark, but knew it to be not far from the truth, "I know it's Hanukkah..."
"...and Chrismas," they always had this friendly battle.
"you must have one lonely friend looking for a home?"
Gio stands there with his friend, looking like lovers, until Antonio shows up, "here, I got the toolbox out of the trunk. You ready to tie me down and work me over?"
All Scott had to do was to look at Tomer, for them to know the same thing, only without the toolbox of toys.
No doubt, things were looking up for Gio, as the guy at the desk, Luis, said he got off work at eleven and would love to join in on the fun, which had Gio counting the money for two rooms for the night, for not just a couple of hours!
Tomer and Scott were in walking distance of the motel office, Gio and Marco, after tossing the toybox in the back seat, drove off to the other end of the overnight facility.
Scott asks, "what's in the toolbox, or toybox?"
"Gio likes to call it a toolbox. Since it has some awesome gadgets to use on his bod, Antonio likes, toybox. What's in it? Everything a man could want to enjoy using, like I wouldn't mind having you use on me?"
Not sure this would drive Tomer away, Scott chances naming, "you mean stuff like ropes, chains and whips?"
They stopped walking.
Scott says, "I guess this is the part where you turn around start running for your life?"
Instead, Tomer keys the door with a card, "I'd be crazy out of my mind if I did!"
"Really?" Scott feels new confidence, along with a twitch of his cock, following Tomer into the motel room.
Sitting on the edge of a bed, Tomer looks up, says, "I'm all yours."
Scott, having locked the door, "I guess I should pull the drapes closed?"
He did it without response, then turns to find Tomer, lying with his back to the bed, legs bent over the edge. It was hard not to tell, the erection in his new friend's pants.
Taking off his light coat, tossing it on the chair, Scott removes his shirt overhead, same time walking towards the bed, "oh, what I'm going to do to you!"
He then laughs, telling Tomer, "that's what my uncle said I should say, after tying him to the bed."
Even though Tomer was thinking of some sweet kissing, he says, "I'd like to hear more sometime. Are you going to get rough on me?"
"Oh, rough you're gonna get," Scott sends a message, using a knee to separate both of Tomer's legs.
He makes like he's going to lean a knee on Tomer's balls, but instead fakes him out, swinging it over a leg, till both his knees have thighs boxed in. Falling forward to connect lips, "I hope I didn't disappoint you?"
Tomer didn't have to form the words to explain how Scott was satisfying his desire to have lips meet, caress, make his crotch swell.
Scott had sucked cock, which usually comes to a hitchhiker, in finding a roof overhead for the night, warm food in the belly, all for a blowjob at night, maybe the next morning. However, he's been fortunate enough not to provide an anal experience in bartering for goods. He had always thought of anal sex, a bargaining chip when meeting just the right man, like sealing the deal.
While his mind was on the subject, Scott asks, "can I ask something personal?"
"Go ahead," of which Tomer wasn't sure after he said it, being there was some history there he wasn't sure he wanted the rest of the world to know.
"Have you ever been fucked?"
"I don't have Aids if that's what you're driving at?"
"Nope. Not what I meant at all."
"Gio, he wanted to fuck me, but when he gets hard, he's so big, that he didn't want to tear my ass open. Other than that, no. You?"
Here Scott was, barechested, straddling boxed in legs and the fact Tomer was hard, could feel through tented pants, the simulation of his ass being poked, "it's complicated."
"So you said. Uh, we're going to be here all night and it might be a good time to unload?"
Neither of them were thinking about unloading their balls, more the twists and turns life takes.
"I have an older brother. He's in the army. Two years ago he brings his buddy home. Jake, my brother, he was the only one if our family I was out to. He claimed he was straight, but whenever he and his army buddy, Uwe, came home, it wasn't exactly for a family visit. My folks were hard workers and therefore were hardly at home. Uwe and me would strip naked and as Jake watched, holding his dick, stroking, watched us as we made love. Uwe wasn't bad looking, a blond, blue-eyed German guy, muscled, with these amazing pecs. I can't say I didn't lust to suck his nipples. Anyhow, come to find out, Uwe was more a bottom than a top and what I thought of as a bad situation to find myself in, fucking this big, bubble-butted man, it wasn't half bad that my own brother was using me."
"You didn't like fucking Uwe?"
"Oh, I loved it. I never wanted to cum, the way he tensed his ass muscles, but cumming was a fact of life and fucking him couldn't last forever."
"We could only wish," Tomer says, staring up at his new friend.
"Some things don't happen without reason and as I come to find out, like masturbating two times in a row, the same could be true for fucking a guy."
Tomer muses, "I bet twice could really fill a condom!"
Scott found it humorous, "yeah, could you imagine, like helium filling a balloon?" He holds both hands up and with a whoosing sound makes like it bursts.
"Man, I'd love to feel your goo all over my chest."
Backing from the bed, off of Tomer, Scott says, "Uh-huh," he disagrees, "you're gonna be licking every little bit of sap off mine!"
Watching Scott strip, incites Tomer to do the same, wiggling off his pants.
Faster, the eighteen-and-a-half year old not only is out of his pants, but stands there with his junk visible and whereas Tomer is slower, "hey, let me give you a hand with that."
It was good of Scott to offer, being Tomer studied what hung from between the legs, thinking if...no, when he faced that hefty mass, would he be even able to fit it halfway in his mouth, which has him stuttering, "um, you're like, really big. Don't know if I can even get half of that in my mouth?"
It's not the first time Scott has gotten that reaction. First time he didn't know what to say other than 'thank you', but after the only second time he got a guy to suck him off, he answers Tomer in a made up, memorized, response, "like I'm giving you a choice?"
Whatever man got that answer before, Tomer wasn't any different, liking it when a guy flashed his authority, "yes, sir."
'Sir?' Scott thought, 'here we go again,' of the other time he confronted a bedmate, wanting more than oral or anal sex, but other kinky stuff. The one other time he played top dawg to a bottom-pup knew all the ins and outs, which fit Scott into the role quite easily, "and you'll do everything I tell you to do, boy?"
Tomer was having other thoughts, his 'sir' being at least a decade younger than him, barely a kid out of high school, playing 'boy' to this frat, "of course. Everything and more, sir."
With experience in only one game of this control stuff, Scott loved the twist it was taking. First of all, even without all the hoopla over bondage and all that jazz, he first and foremost was being entertained by how Tomer was naked and lying, by own definition, in fake bondage, spread eagle out on the bed in an act of surrender. Not to mention, he was handsome, hairy, and as his eyes traveled down the midchest trail to the treasure, well endowed.
"Like what you see?" Tomer notices, relaxing on the bed like an 'X'.
"Oh yeah," says Scott, and based on his last s&m trick, what he said, 'I got a lot to work with', "you've got a lot I can work with, Tomer."
Funny, Scott thinks it the first, maybe second time he's said the name, this time it went beyond games, matching the name up to the beautiful man lying there, waiting on the attack.
"Well, you better get to work on me then. Gio is fast. He's one of those guys who's in and out in a jiffy."
Must've been a generational thing, Scott thinking on 'jiffy?', "how old are you, anyway?"
Tomer was having not only a sexual high, but hope that this young guy would fancy him as much, that this would not be the first and last time together, "um, thirty-eight. That a problem?"
Not which Scott felt he had to inform Tomer his last willing victim, over forty, "Problem?" But seeing maybe his new willing victim was having a problem with his youthfulness, decides he better make a move, doing what his last trick looked forward to, which was delivered by the victim, step-by-step, goes on the attack.
Tomer was a little uneased by Scott placing a knee on the bed, right between his legs, the ball of the knee planted up to the base of his fuzzy balls.
Realizing it himself, feeling the contact between himself and the orbs, Scott nervously says, "almost."
Playing Scott, even though he knew what was said and for what reason, Tomer likes the verbal approach, "almost, what?"
After spending roughly two and a half hours with the last guy into this kinky stuff, probably only a half hour of thinking for himself, the rest of the time instruction, Scott, testing Tomer out, "if I wanted to, I could've kneeled, with intention of crushing those balls!"
He waited for a reaction.
Never having had his balls toyed with in that way, Tomer knew of the implications of it, "um, like I never had cbt done?"
Scott could pretty much guess what the 'c' and the 'b' were for, decides to come clean, "um, I haven't done any of that before. Like, what does it even mean?"
Frankly, Tomer knew the definition, "cock and ball torture. I've only seen it done once on a guy and by accident found out that kneeing a guy in the balls, because the guy wants it done to himself, is called that."
Tomer's 'X' position had morphed into an 'M', since Scott was taking so much time planning his attack.
The less he thought about attacking Tomer's balls, more bent on assaulting his lips, "move over. We've gotta talk about this."
Now, 'that' was deliberate deception, Scott making sure he didn't do any damage to the anatomy, keeling to his right side, Tomer's left and aligning bods side by side.
Good thing Tomer had good reflexes, the mattress kind of loose and bouncy, for if he hadn't grabbed Scott around the back-chest, he might've wound up on the floor!
"Whoa, that was a close one," Scott says.
"Yeah," Tomer smiles, caressing the eighteen-and-a-half year old in an upper bod hold.
Realizing the hunter has gotten captured by the game, in the prison of Tomer's arms, Scott gives in. Their half-hard shafts were already ignited by touch, which gives into sealing the chasm between chests, starting a kissing frenzy.
They kissed and moaned, sounding like gulping down a pack of Rollo's, enjoying the taste of lips and tongue.
After about ten minutes of exchanging lips and tongues, Scott says, "I'm not sure I should be asking this."
Tomer, not a dumb bunny on this stuff, says, "in the back left pocket of my pants," thinking like himself, Scott ready to have a fucking good time.
Back about a year ago when Scott met up with a dude, with a suitcase full of toys, which kept him from using his eight-inch tube for a ramming rod, "uh, this is like, my first time."
Sliding off the bed to pick up his jeans, Tomer says, "not mine!"
Crawling to get back on the bed after retrieving the foil package, Tomer waves it almost in Scott's face, "ready? I am."
Scott took the foil pack.
"You have to open it to use it?"
With a pouty look, Scott says, "I know that much!"
Knowing what hesitation could mean, and not in any hurry himself, "or we could wait."
That signals Scott, like maybe this would not be the first and last opportunity, "wait?"
"For the next time we both get horny?"
Later on, Scott thought it the best decision, since after they made out some more, Tomer hinting for some rough play, winding up with Scott almost sitting on his pubes, "love your ball torture," ass crushing his nads, that with a noise like he's getting a friendly flogging, Scott shoots his load up Tomer's abs, to middle chest.
With his own wailing sounds, Tomer about to come, Scott says, "oh no you don't!"
Scott physically takes Tomer's erupting shaft and points it towards the same bod he's soiled up. With both their puddles of semen all over Tomer's bod, Scott didn't think anything other than sharing the warmth. He keels forward, "timbr-r-r-r!"
They hug. Kiss. Rub bods, sliming that goo between, coating pecs, abs and mashing cock and balls.
Finally, the engine losing speed, they slow the affectionate kissing, giving way to closing eyes, in the solemn enjoyment of caressing each other, lying side by side.
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