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Give till it hurts...and if that's not enough, get with some s&m!
'SoLO VaLEnTiNeS - HaPpY St PAtRiCk's DaY!' o1
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Tomer might have thought of himself as a 'bottom', 'submissive', whatever constitutes being a minion among men when it came to roleplaying, but in the real world, whenever Gio did something to make him unhappy, his friend was more the one on the receiving end of a tongue-lashing.
It was the day before Valentine's Day, February 14, a yearly mark on anyone's calendar, but between friends, which not only coincides with their buddy-love for each other, but the day, if Gio forgets, Tomer is always there to remind him, "did you remember, it's my birthday?"
Tomer never tires of the joke Gio plays on him, "oh, it's today? Gee, I've been so busy I've seemed to have forgotten!"
It's then a war ensues, Tomer trying to get Gio to bring out into the open whatever it is he is holding behind his back.
When kids, it was something to relate to the times, a game to pop in the console, newly released CD by a favorite group, shirt Tomer has had his eye on, or mid-teens, a pair of Nike's.
Today, their friendly fight was over not a shoe-shaped box, nor rounded like a basketball, shirt box or long like a hockey stick. Instead, the box was hardly concealable, about as big as Tomer's 39-year old buddy, six-foot-four, of a footballer's build.
Tomer didn't even need to circulate to how he usually did it, wrestled Gio for his birthday present, which resorted him to distract his friend with a friendly gutpunch!
Except for the year Gio let Tomer pick out a puppy at the pound, all other birthday presents were delivered in the house, usually when Mama Bonomolo brought out the birthday cake, candles illuminating the dark dining room, with lights turned off.
As they aged, Gio thought it better Tomer opened his present in a more secluded area. Something like a set of buttplugs would not go over very well, a more private gift only certain eyes to see!
This February 14th, Tomer was called into the garage of the house Gio owns and after they walked in, Gio made sure the garage door was down and secured.
An enormous box, it was a little taller than Gio, but as wide as any man in width, which had Tomer studying from all angles, "this is my birthday present?"
At 38 and 39-years old, it would seem like the gift-giving phase would've passed, but it was as fresh as when they turned 10 and 11, Gio following, like Tomer was a k9 following a scent, "what do you think, Tome?"
"Wait!"
Tomer stops abruptly and whereas Gio was like a hound sniffing out drugs, runs right into him, "you have to warn me, bro!"
From sitting on his ass on the cold concrete floor, Tomer extends a hand, "you have to watch where you're going and about my present, how many packages of paper did you need to wrap it?"
"I dunno. I had our slaveboy do it," Gio chuckles.
Of that slaveboy, Tomer says, "well, all I can say is, Marco is a good wrapper. I can hardly see a seam where it's been put together."
He was running a hand along the side of the box, Tomer trying to find where the beginning and ends of the wrapping paper were, when they hear a sneeze!
Pointing to his birthday gift, Tomer asks, "wait-a-minute, is there a person in there?"
"Yep," Gio says, rubbing hands together as if conjuring up a fully crafted plan.
Next they hear a gruff voice from inside the box beckon, "hey, hurry up and sing happy birthday. It's getting sweaty in here!"
Not only does Tomer's ears perk up, but with raised eyebrows, "sounds like my type of man!"
Gio rushes through the birthday song, missing most of the words, singing in less than ten seconds, "there, now you can open it."
However, there was nothing for Tomer to do. Instead, a side of the box opens up, revealing a tall man, not as tall as Gio's 6'4, but looking mighty bold in the leather outfit, leather chaps, leather vest, leather cap, leather boots, the complete leather man adorned with all the necessary hardware.
"Dammit Gio, next time spend up and get a refrigerated package?"
At first Tomer thought it was a man Gio hired to roleplay with him, which it didn't have to be his birthday to have an alpha man dressed as a pizza delivery guy, an EMS driver, driving around in a vehicle resembling an ambulance, but really a darkroom on wheels, with a arsenal of fun and exciting torture toys, or the one time he hired 'the Grim Reaper', out to provide a grim experience. Then as it began to sink in, "hot-dig! Russo?"
Even though Gio had run across the high school bully once or twice over the years, earning extra cash, much like he did, tying guys up, playing rough or only 'sex with cuffs', they were more colleagues than friends, "yeah, kid. I'm your worst nightmare. Happy birthday!"
'Kid?'
Tomer, 38yo, was hardly a kid. Neither was Russo, 44yo, but according to the rulebook for alpha, dominant, tops, whichever the title was, befitting for a scenario to unravel, Gio says, "yeah, I thought you'd like the bad boy-dad punishment scenario, Tome?"
Of Russo holding a pair of fuzzy handcuffs in front of Tomer, he says, "oh? And who sprung for the pink cuffs, you or Russo?"
Standing in the shadows, Tomer didn't see the other part of Gio's gift, stepping out and speaking up, "actually, they're from me. Happy Birthday, Tomer!"
"Pete?" Tomer questions.
"Yeah. I was in town on business," Tomer's old boyfriend explains precisely, "birthday business and Gio invited me to the 'lynching' party!"
He laughs at the alternate word he uses for a guy being cuffed and hanging from the ceiling, a position Tomer most prefers.
"You didn't tell me there were two boys to work over, Gio?"
"Oh, there's not," Gio replies, walking over by Russo.
Laughing his ass off, Russo says, "unless you're giving in and making it three?"
"On the contrary, Russo, I thought maybe you would be man enough to become boy number two?"
All the humor drains from Russo, "what the fuck, Gio, what are you trying to pull here?"
Gio unloads, "well, you see, Russo, I did a little research before even considering hiring you for the 'party' and come to find out, you're a little behind in paying your mortgage and being the kind-hearted kind of guy I can be, thought in addition to the five Franklins I'm paying you, if I were to double that, it would give you incentive to put on the other pair of pink cuffs?"
"You're crazy Bonomolo!"
"Am I, Russo?" Gio runs the back of his fingers over Russo's fuzzy tummy, a knuckle slipping into his deep bellyhole.
With haste Russo brushes Gio's hand away, "watch it there, Bonomolo, you're treading on quicksand here."
Having dug deeper, not a finger in the navel, Gio reveals, "or maybe while pleading poor, the Feds might like to know about your offshore accounts?"
"Fuck you, Gio," Russo starts walking towards the garage door, after having thrown a handful of Franklins on the floor, "you have nothing on me."
Pete steps forwards, "probably not as much as I have!"
Under such circumstances, about a year ago to the day, right after he and Tomer met during the Hanukkah season, Pete had secured a job in Seattle, which took him away from the type of play he, Gio and Tomer lusted for. However, he found out a different love for himself, that of playing the alpha male part, quite by accident. It had been a Grindr meetup, with a detective, only he said at first he was a grocery store clerk. When they met up in some seedy motel, his 'trick', going by the simple name of Dirk, informed him he wanted to roleplay an undercover cop, found out, then tortured for information. Pete was under the impression that he would be the one tied to the bed, but when Dirk offers him a handful of cash, what choice did he have. Upon moving to Seattle, he had transportation costs still to be paid. It was life-changing for him. First off, Dirk was very hot without his shirt on, auburn colored hair, but more ginger without the shirt. Pete did marvel at his beautiful pink nipples, with a dusting of hair over the pecs. It was, as his eyes descended the abs trail, getting to where a chisled trail was tucked into the waistline, he decided to change sides, ordering the 'detective' to strip the pants.
After Pete, who through the meetup with a 'real' detective, had decided on a career in that field and now who has crossed over from being a meek cock-sucker, to one that makes guys suck cock, "actually, Russo," Pete pulls a bunch of papers from a leather portfolio, "I have enough information here to put you away for life. Oh, and," Pete pulls another sheet of paper, "if I were you, I'd sign this."
Russo wasn't out to do that, but curious of what was on the white piece of paper, "gimme that," he swipes it out of Pete's hand.
"Where did you get this?"
"A little research I did on the job," really, it wasn't Pete, even though he's become an investigative reporter, but his live-in partner, the real detective who wanted to roleplay the same, months ago.
Handing it back to Pete, it drops on the floor.
"Pick it up, Russo."
Like hell, he didn't want to, not with Gio and Tomer standing there. It was below him to do so!
"Now Russo, do I have to pull out another document of very incriminating evidnce of your misdealings?"
Russo bends over, picks it up and hands it to Pete, "there. Satisfied?"
"It's a start," Pete says.
Tomer and Gio follow every word. Gio can't deny how hot Pete is, a man after his own heart, beind the dominant he is portraying.
"Don't get used to it. I didn't come here to be no slaveboy."
"I know," Pete says, putting the portfolio aside, then removing his black jacket attire, "but on the contrary," he starts unbuttoning his shirt, "that's exactly what myself, Gio and Tomer, if he chooses, will assume the positions as, masters to the new slaveboy."
Unlike minutes ago, after exiting the birthday box, Russo slowly had melted from the mighty stature of a full-fledged dominant master, to doubting he was going to be leaving the garage being able to hold his head high.
Knowing Pete had clout, he can only think of doing what's asked and moving on, "what do you want me to do?"
"I can think of a few ideas," Gio says.
On the other hand, Tomer has ideas of his own, "well, being it's my birthday, and you can guess what my wish is, I'd like to be the same person I always am in a scenario?"
When they were younger, yeah, Gio could play the dominant master to Tomer, but as they aged and were able to get other men to play the alpha role, Gio bowed out of the role.
On the other hand, Pete, who came to mutual agreement with Tomer in that motel room a year ago, hardly felt like he could pull of the same deal as Gio, "then I think it should go this way," he starts summarizing, "Russo and Tomer will play the subs, Gio, you and me the doms."
Side by side with Tomer didn't jive well with Russo, "that's a terrible idea."
Pete came fully loaded, "oh? Do I need to show you any other papers in my briefcase, Russo?"
He knew he had been had, but glad the birthday was in a rural garage and not some swanky leather club or gay bar, "whatever. Let's just on with it and get it over with."
Pete says, "good. You can start by stripping down Russo and Gio will get the winch ready."
"Winch?" Tomer says, puzzled, since he didn't know one existed, being he had been in the garage before.
Gio chuckles, "yeah, bro. Had it installed in the darkroom as part of your birthday package. You're gonna love it."
"Tomer?"
"Yeah, Pete, or should I call you Master Pete, now?"
"Pete is good," he smiles, both reconnecting with the feelings they felt for each other a year ago. "Why don't I help you into your birthday gift?"
"Oh wow," Tomer visions, "am I the one that's going to be hanging from the winch?"
"Yeah," Pete surrounds one of Tomer's wrists, "I think you're going to like how it stretches you out."
What Pete couldn't wait for, was getting his lips on Tomer and as they have made out before, grabs him around the waist, working feet backwards till he's backed Tomer up against the wall.
While they made out, Russo is creating small talk, "I never thought you would do me dirty, Gio."
As he fastens the other pair of cuffs around Russo's wrists, Gio says, "hey, the directive is not coming from me."
"Of course it is. You're the one that's hired me."
"Oh, about that," Gio says, fastening Russo's cuffs together to make one parcel, "Pete has taken full monetary responsibility. I don't have to pay a dime. If you want your fee, you'll have to take it up with him."
"That's so fuckin' unfair!"
Gio loves watching Russo getting disturbed, like getting even for the times he's bullied himself and Tomer.
"Yeah, I kind of thought so myself, but like I said, you'll have to take your grief up with Pete. The deal is out of my hands right now."
As he fashioned the cuffs around Russo's wrists, Gio was not immune to the tall furry man without the chaps covering up his loins, "nice endowment you got there, Russo."
"Anytime you want to take a closer look, Gio?"
"Nah, there's only one guy I'd get on my knees for and it's not you!"
Truthfully, Gio's mind deviated from looking at Russo's big balls and hanging meat, thinking of the first time Tomer sucked his cock. Right after Tomer's mouth got flooded, he's wiping the goo off while taking a couple of extra swallows, then with no other reaction, wonders what it feels like to get his cock sucked!
Gio was a little reluctant to follow through and even though he trusted Tomer with his life, made him swear he would never tell a living soul about separating his friend's legs, bending over and slowly working until his shaft erupted like a volcano. Truthfully though, the Italian hunk liked laying back and getting serviced, fucking a guy if it felt right.
Russo had his suspicions of who, but not given enough time, what with Marco crashing the party, "hey, I hope you didn't start partying without me?"
Gio asks, "is that the cake?"
"Yup, but the Italian place you told me to get it at wasn't open."
"Not open?"
"Yup, and the place looked like it was cleaned out. Y'know, no glass display cases or anthing. Not even a chair."
"I guess they went out of business."
While spilling out the info, Marco couldn't keep from studying the guest who arrived in the box, "by the way, who's the bear stud?"
Tomer, who had been reconnecting with Pete, overhears, "you don't remember 'Russo', the bull-headed musclehead who stole our lunch money to allow us to use the playground equipment, back in grade school?"
He had walked from Pete to where Marco confronts their mutual bully, "nope. Oh, wait a minute, yes. He's grown a lot since grade school," Marco stares at his pubes!
Gio not only intended this as a birthday gift to his good buddy, but was feeling the 'bounce-back', balls churning as it began to play out as an unrehearsed script.
Russo didn't know what to think, being his power of aggression had been taken from him, the money as clout working against him, thanks to Pete for his inquisitive investigative efforts.
That man who Russo had daggers in his eyes for, Pete sashays over to where the group has gathered, a folder in hand. It was empty, except for a few 8x10's of blank paper, which who would know?
"Now, going on my own opinion, I would think, if I had something to hide, specifically a ton of money, from falling into the hands of the Feds, not to mention doing jail time, I'd be more than obliged to do what it took to keep that from happening. You catch my drift, Russo?"
"How do I know you're not bluffing?"
Gio steps forward and with an intimidating stance, his big bulk of a bod standing almost in Russo's face, chest hairs about to tangle, "you don't know that, Russo, but being Pete here is not only top detective in his field, but holds the key to putting you away for life, if I were you, I wouldn't toy with his patience. Ain't that right, Pete?"
Fear did suddenly grip Pete, being the folder he had, held blank replicas, but in his line of work, facial expression could make or break a deal, so keeping composure, "that's right Gio and being I have a fax machine all set up in the house, you better not test my patience, Russo."
Tomer is proud of Pete. Back a year ago in a seedy motel off their main route for Gio and his annual trek to mamma's Christmas-Hanukkah dinner, their chance meeting was a life changer. Maybe things had started out mutual, kissing, leading to hands all over each other, twisting bods around until Tomer's head hung over Pete's loins, Pete's face in Tomer's bush, that was the past. Afterwards, hours, days, weeks, months, a year later, each has been on a journey, both in the recycle of life, and in sexual meetups. Even though their time together has been limited, when Pete visits he always brings another man along, hoping one of them will make a connection with Tomer.
Fortunately, Gio got tired of the Manhattan commute to pick up Tomer, every time he wanted to get together with his buddy in the fresh air of Jersey, found not only a job for him, but a place to shack up.
Because of that, Gio, today, was making a proposition, "oh, and Russo, as of today I'll be assuming the ownership of your Italian bakery.
He waits as Russo blows up over the acquisition. Once does Russo butt chests like bulls, but Gio pushes him away, saying, "you're never there away."
Reluctantly, but with some sense of dignity, Russo says, "well, no, I'm spaced out over the state, with other more important business assets I own."
Gio was loving this. He hoped Tomer was enjoying it too, revenge for the literal years Russo put him through some intense physical and mental bullying. Gio had often communicated to Tomer he was sorry he could not be there, evey minute of the school day to defend him.
Water under the bridge, Gio says, "eventually all that will be history for you Russo, but I'm not without compassion, even when it comes to how you fucked over Tomer for all those years."
Not only adamant, someone could accuse Gio of suffering anger issues, which had Russo wiping Gio's spit off his face!
Right now though, it wasn't only the head henchman, but others who took their orders from the top. Tracking down the others, it was easier to come at the sole kingpin and thanks to Pete, a bargaining chip in place of a sword.
"So," Gio steals the folder out of Pete's hand, "as of today, I own your bakery."
"Fuck that," Russo curses the transaction.
Back in Russo's face, Gio smiles instead of sneers, "but I'm not about to leave you without some means of return on your investment. As of tomorrow morning you will be at the bakery at four in the morning, preparing for the days business."
Russo again curses, which has Gio silencing him with a finger to his lips, Gio saying, "sh-hh, there's more."
Not which Russo was about to stand there and take all this dictation of matters, but Pete, flexing that folder in his hand, had him sucking up everything handed to him. Truly, even though part of his business dealings had been taken away, there were others to fall back on.
"And Tomer," Gio places a hand on his buddy's shoulder, "is going to be your new boss!"
He knew that would rile Russo up and without dissapoint, "boss? Ha. That little wimp couldn't manage his way out of a closet!"
There was double meaning there, which included Russo, back in high school, forcing Tomer out of the closet, with a clip on his iPhone, showing a blurred face in the pit of a high school footballer's crotch. The footballer caught hell for it, Gio threatening to make 'him' the subject of the video, which outting him, might jeopardize a football league picking up on his extraordinary abilities? Some coaches might like the additional benefit of hiring a hot, handsome quarterback! For Russo to withdraw it, was no consequence, being there were other ways to torture Tomer, so erased the video. At the time, Tomer wanted to come out in his own time and space, but to be forced by a bullie's video, he never forgot that, especially when the whole student population assumed he was the cocksucker in the video.
While Gio and Russo bartered, Pete, Tomer and Marco had gathered on the sidelines.
"What a hunk," Marco's eyes scanned over Russo's hot bod, fuzzy black hair on the chest, short stripe till it opened up over his stomach, the bellyhole swirl, deep navel, thick thatch barely making his balls visible, hard-looking cock, even when unswollen, his mouth watered, "wish I was his slaveboy!"
Pete says, "I thought you had to give all that s&m up, Marco, with your job and all?"
As they went their separate ways from mama's dinner last year, over the period of time from then to now, each has found their own calling. Whereas Pete had become a dectective, Tomer a barista in Manhattan, Marco has found his place working for another muscle man, in a gym that someday he hopes to make the foundation of his own gym.
"Yeah, the rough stuff, but once a maso-man, always a maso-man. There's always the drive," he touches his shaft, "that is always there, like I can't get enough of?"
Tomer was curious, "you have a play mate?"
Marco had come up with that term!
"Oh sure. A couple of older guys from the gym, a pair of gay guys who spend their winters in Florida," Marco smiles, "who like to take their own personal trainer along on vacation?"
Since last year, even though Tomer and Pete haven't always been face to face, via phone, "that's what we have to find for you, eh Tome?"
By any of the small circle of friends, Pete, Gio, Marco, Tomer has always been under the gun, to find Mr. Right.
"Um, I haven't found anyone I'm interested in right now."
"Oh?" Pete finds contrary, "what about that dreamy boss at the barista you're always gloating about?"
"He doesn't know I'm gay."
Pete badgers, "have you dropped any hints?"
"I don't think he's gay."
"Oh," Pete stops badgering.
Marco says, "well, if I find any hot daddies, looking for a son, I'll give them you're number," he laughs.
"No offense, Marco, but I don't want some old fogey. I want a guy more my age," which has Tomer staring at Pete.
They had hashed that out already, Pete and Tomer coming to agreement they had become too much 'friends' to act out any aggression and Pete, he wasn't really into s&m, had done a little of it just to please Tomer, but it wasn't truly from the heart.
"Okay," Marco says, "if I come across a forty-something dude, how's that?"
"I'm thirty-eight."
"Oh come on, Tome, if he's tall, hot and chiseled, what does it matter, a few years difference?"
"I don't want chiseled."
"Persnickity, are we?"
Pete speaks up, "no, like all of us, Tome has his own vision of how the perfect man for him looks."
"Yeah," Tomer says, "he looks a lot like you, Pete!"
Gio was right in Russo's face again, fist ready to punch his gut, when there's a knock at the door.
"Hey, anyone around?"
Gio's rage turns to a soft smile.
Russo, inquisitive, "who's that?"
Walking towards the door, Gio's shaft swaying back and forth with the rhythm of his gait, says, "well, you don't think I'm going to leave Tomer in charge, without the help of a real baker?"
Not only the portfolio of his misdealings, Russo tensed up, seeing a tall, blond dude, taking on the figure of a Dolph Lundgren physique, walk through the door.
After small chat, walking the man over to where Russo stood by the big parcel, the blond jumps the gun, "damn, Tomer, you're fuckin' hot!"
"No," Gio says, taking the blond by the arm, turning him around, "this is my buddy."
"Oh." He stood there for a few second, almost looking disappointed, but then greeting, "high there. I'm Ty Johansson."
It was no secret to anyone, even though Ty had perused the crowd of naked men with his eyes, his scanning of Tomer's bod had been given the once over more than twice!
"Nice to meet you," Tomer says meekly. "Sorry I'm not as good a build as Russo?"
He was tall, lanky, but Ty had met other guys who were as un-muscular, not a match to what his own bod looked like. Still, for guys like that there was always the gym!
"Nonsence," Ty says, "if I had you as one of my clients in the gym, I'd have you in shape in no time!"
"I thought you were a baker?"
The others in the room 'fade', allowing Ty and Tomer to chat, since it looked like more than first introductions.
"A baker I am, but if I left my life up to only creating carbs, I'd be eating up the profits. Nope, I have to have something of a goal, that if I eat even as much as a smigeon of what I'm baking, I'd be jeopardizing all that work to keep my bod fit."
Knowing the perimeter around them were like himself, naked, plus the desire to find out, Tomer says, "why should I take your word for it?"
Gio nudges Pete, whispering in his ear, "that's a new one on me!"
Ty says, as he unzips his hoodie, "you drive a hard bargain, Tomer."
Tomer smiles. Little did he know that remark would lead to Ty getting out of his clothes!
"Oh shit, stuck again," Ty tries moving the zipper up and down.
"You have to know how to do it."
Ty freezes hands, looking to Tomer.
Nothing needed to be said, till Ty realizes staring isn't going to get him out of this hoodie, "mind assisting me?"
Tomer took hold of the situation, gently moving the zipper up, then even more so, down. It zipped the hoodie open.
Gio again quips to Pete so it couldn't be heard beyond themselves, "I bet he uses that on all the boys!"
Pete retorts, "too bad he didn't ask for my help!"
"Some guys have all the luck," Gio says, kind of feeling happy for Tomer, being more assertive.
Their attention is drawn to the two, Ty saying, "why stop there?"
For certain, whether it was a gut reaction or that his balls were feeling the effects of gazing upon this hot man, Tomer inquires, "how old are you?"
"Thirty-seven, if it matters?"
Both Pete and Gio answer, "perfect!"
It seemed to pass over both Ty and Tomer's hearing, Pete and Gio beating up on each other for being so bold, working each other over with tiny punches.
"Ahem," Russo interrupts, his intention, "can we get on with whatever it is you want? I'm got places to be, people to meet."
"Right you are," Gio says. Then, "Pete, have I ever shone you the makeshift darkroom I've got in the basement?"
"No, you haven't." Then, for Russo's benefit, "Pete, know of those kind of tables that, after tying a man down eagle-spread, it splits in half at the legs?"
Surely, any man would get the meaning of the table, sole purpose to work the hole between the legs, "sure do," Pete says loud enough to torment.
"Fuck that shit," Russo says, "I'm outta here."
"Not quite yet, Russo," Gio says.
With a hand to the arm, Gio turns the Italian around, planting a fist in his gut. Not enough to put a dent in Russo's ego, he comes up swinging, hitting Gio in the jaw.
Pete jokes, "I thought you took that well, Gio!"
"Fuck!" Gio calls out, blocking Russo's escape, the door next to the garage opening, grabbing both arms right above the elbow, planting a knee to the back.
Not only mesmerized by Ty, Gio gazing at the hot back Tomer has just unveiled, but wanting assistance, yells to him, "hey Ty, need some punching bag practice?"
"Not now," Ty refuses, "can't you see I'm busy?"
"Nerve!"
Marco, always wanting to get in the act, "damn, Gio, you never held me like that?"
With Russo trying to inch his way out of the bondage of Gio's muscled hands, thinking of more than himself, "I'd love to take on that gut, Marco."
The wheels of Gio's mind start turning till the light bulb flickers on, "hmm, how about this. You give Russo here ten gut punches, Marco, then I'll let you two go play in the darkroom?"
Truthfully, if Russo had his pick of men in the room, it would have been Gio. However, after Marco walked in, his taste in men wandered. It was like his dream man walked in, hot facial features, enhanced by the beard and as Marco began peeling off his street threads, a fuzzy frontal assault, the tattooed cross midchest, thick trail down to the deep navel and as the pants came off, nothing to be ashamed about down below.
Still in the bondage of Gio's arms, Russo says, "man, would I love to get those orbs in bondage!"
Lusting for it, that he could almost taste if, Marco wets his lips, "how about we put off the gut punching for later, Gio?"
"Your call, bro," Gio looses the grip he has on Russo's arms.
"Now you're talkin', Gio. Where's this darkroom. I can't wait to lace up them balls!"
By this time, Russo's palm feels up Marco's tattoo, sliding his hand down the thick abs trail, softly poking the navel, but with more interest feels what's poking out of Marco's bush, "yeah I think we can definitely have a hot time!"
"Oh, one more thing before you and Marco get your jollies on, Russo."
A hand on Russo's arm once more, has him turning around, rather unsuspecting of Gio's intentions, a fist thrust into his midsection!
"That's for the punch to my jaw. Now we're even."
Doubled over by the hefty gutpunch, Russo, knowing what he was getting out of the deal, "yeah. Sure, Gio. What about my bakery business?"
A surefire answer, Gio says unforgiving of how Russo's bullying carved out Tomer's life, "I'm sure you'll love having Ty as your boss. Better measure out the flour right. He's got a big left hook!"
"I'll show them the way," Pete says to Gio.
"I better go with you. There's something I don't trust about Russo."
Meanwhile, Tomer has Gio's old motorcycle looking like a clothes rack.
"Um, Gio have a place we can better get to know each other?"
Tomer, glad of it, can't believe his luck, "really? You want to get it on with a guy like me?"
Little does Tomer know, how Gio went out of his way for him. Not only did he find a baker for a business, which after Pete seals the deal, but a gay man, one interested in meeting a man his own age, give or take one of two years on either side of the scale.
Both naked, having gotten to point at least their hands on each other, Ty says, "what is it you don't think I like about you?"
"Well, here you are, big muscles, blond, gorgeous and here I am, frail and...and, that just about does it for the description."
"I don't see that at all," Ty works a hand up Tomer's shoulder, targeting the back of his neck, "what I see is more a sensitive man, with a lust to be wanted, to be kissed..."
No more words were needed as Ty move his smooth bod closer to Tomer, lips colliding.
When they part, "wow, I've never been kissed like that!"
"Really? By the way Gio's talked, you and he have many moments such as this?"
"Sure. When we were teenagers. Maybe even in college, but up until now it's been a... desert, except for...well, that's not important."
Tomer was reluctant to share, being if he did, he might shock and scare away the hottest guy he's come across in years. That is, except his boss at the coffee shop in Manhattan. Then again, he thought, what was he waiting for, when he already knew Ty was gay?
"Oh, by the way," Ty says, "that thing about s&m? Gio mentioned you were into it and although I'm only slightly familiar, I find it kind of interesting, if you want to do some of it sometime?"
Still reluctant, that Ty-beautiful is going to grab his clothes and run, "we don't have to."
Up until he walked into the garage, Ty didn't believe in 'love at first sight', but now, "I know I don't have to, but I want to."
He had to make sure, Tomer saying, "it's okay with you that I like what I like?"
"Isn't that part of what makes a relationship?"
It blew Tomer's mind that this muscled, blond bombshell should happen to walk into his life, and on his special day, "did Gio mention it's my birthday today?"
"Yes he did. How do you like your present?"
All Tomer could view was Ty, naked, except the big wrapped box Russo popped out of, "is there something more inside the box?"
"No, but what would you think about going upstairs and fucking around?"
"With you?" Tomer still couldn't believe it.
"I don't see anyone else volunteering!"
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