The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. % Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.
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APRIL Showers 02 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Sometime during the night, after Aldo had been fucked over twice, Jean-Claude receiving two hot blowjobs - nonstop between other oral ministrations - front and back, Aldo's leather harness had been removed. Getting up in the darkness, Aldo found his way to the jon, a small room off of the bedroom next to the walk-in closet. "Oh man was that fuckin' hot!" he exclaimed to himself, working his deflated cock and balls through the leather harness which had earlier prompted them to fullness. Looking down, he loosened the attachment, the optional strap which held the cock and ball gag to the harness. A sigh of relief broke further silence. Not that Aldo didn't like wearing the leather apparatus, but mostly gone was the adrenaline rush which perpetuated a feeling of eurphoria, linked to his loins.
"Need some help?"
"Huh?" Aldo said, head popping up and seeing Jean-Claude's reflection in the vanity mirror. "I thought you were sleeping?"
"Gotta pee," he responded.
Not part of either Denny's or Aldo's indoctrination, he wasn't geared up to hear from Aldo, "Want me to handle it for you?"
Staring into the mirror, Jean-Claude's face turned sour as he asks, "Beg your pardon?"
"Never mind," Aldo replied. Then busying himself with removing the harness, "I think I've surprised you enough tonight."
"This morning," Jean-Claude refreshed the subject, nodding his head to the clock on the wall.
Referring to the little hand on the two, Aldo says, "Well I guess Rahmi's opening shop for me tomorrow... I mean today."
"Your florist?" Jean-Claude assumes, being they had talked about Aldo's employment on the way to his Manhattan space.
"Right. I took a chance of hiring someone who knew little English, came with no references, but tell ya Jean, he's turned out to be such a right-hand-man for me?"
With a risque thought in his mind, a smirk on his face, Jean-Claude asks, "Oh?"
"It's not what you're thinking okay? He's got a girlfriend."
"Oh? And why would that make a difference?"
Exhaling laughter, Aldo changes subject, "I thought you came in here to...."
"Oh yeah. Forgot!"
So straighaway, Jean-Claude stands before the toilet and firms up his cock so it's pointing towards the pool of water. "What?"
"Nothing," Aldo says as his tongue runs the crease of his lips, left to right and back.
It didn't take a rocket scientist, even though Jean-Claude knew one from college, to make the correlation, licking lips to suck cock and take down a load', to licking lips and taking down a...' well, knowing it was too gross-out to think, there was a lot to this bdsm-master-slave-boy-sir-authoritarian-leather-what-have-not stuff he didn't have a clue about. But he knew Aldo wanted something. With devious thoughts attending his mind, just as he was ready to let loose he turned the hose on Aldo.
"Oh shit!"
He laughed! He was having fun, both surprising Aldo and same time thinking he might be turning him on as his yellow stream put out the fire of desire in Aldo's soul. "I knew I was right!" he exclaimed as Aldo fell to his knees and allowed Jean-Claude to pee all over him. "Oh man! Now that's gross!" he said when Aldo opened his mouth to catch some `lemonade'. But he chocked it up to, "You're one weird bird, Aldo!"
And as the stream wound down, Aldo complains, "That all you got, Jean? I mean sir?"
By now it wasn't grossing him out. He wasn't reluctant saying, "Um, aren't you going to clean up the floor?"
Flipping over, from being on his knees to kneeling on all fours, Aldo bent his shoulders to the tiles.
"Ugh! I think I'm gonna be sick!" Of course he wasn't, but it kind of shocked Jean-Claude watching Aldo move around on the floor sucking his piss up, down into his gullet. Then again, his soft cock began getting a rise, his hand helping it along as he looked down onto Aldo's hairy asscrack.
In and out of the roleplaying, Aldo wasn't surprised to hear, but surprised it came at this time when Jean-Claude said in a nasty tone, "Now look what you gone and done boy! Get that ass up and over the vanity!"
"I knew you could get into watersports, Jean!"
Forgetting the formalities, Jean-Claude responds, "I'll feel better when I get in your ass, boy!" And somehow he let his authoritative side kick in, hold up to his projected role, shoving his 9.5c deep into Aldo's craving ass chamber.
"Oh fuckin'........."
Later he would recall to Aldo how he couldn't believe himself laughing as he worked Aldo's ass over and over.
As they lingered in bed once more, the two, head to pillow, reflectioned on the moment they walked in the door, Aldo asking, "So how long you going to be in the city?"
Hands atop his stomach, a finger playing with his own shaggy trail cutting his abs in half, Jean-Claude says, "The way I figure it is, I'll take Kevin back to my place to recuperate and..."
"Yeah?"
"Well he might not go for it... he's a very headstrong, young lad...."
"Go for what?"
Turning to his side, parking his elbow in the pillow, Jean-Claude flops his hand down onto Aldo's stomach, "Someway, somehow I was going to try to convince him to stay in Jersey."
Then Aldo comes up with brilliance, "And why wouldn't he if he had someone to share an apartment with?"
"Nah," Jean-Claude reckons. "We've been over this. It's quite obvious Kevin is `not' into me. He wants to be on his own and..."
"No, dummy!"
Immediately Jean-Claude smiles.
"What?"
And joking about the lack of obedience, Jean-Claude jokes, "Should I quirt your balls?"
Overriding the subject matter, Aldo switches back to all seriousness, "I meant what's-his-name, the guy who was taking interest in Kevin?"
"Ohhhhhhhhh," Jean-Claude's face flashed a temporary shade of pink, "you mean Emre? Well-l-l-l I don't think there's much to come of..."
Positions reversed, Aldo more the commandant, Jean-Claude's arms behind his head, attention to the ceiling, Aldo's hand plays with his stomach and chest as he tells the facts, "Jean, you've got to let him go." Then point blank, "Kevin's not interested. It's Emre he's interested in."
Something rumbled in Jean-Claude's stomach and it wasn't Aldo's hand rubbing circles around his tummy. Almost pouting, Jean-Claude fesses up, "Yeah," he swallows, "you're right." And shrugging his shoulders, "I guess I'm just not good enough for him."
Leaning in closer, feeling sorrow in Jean-Claude's whole disposition, a feeling like he could almost kick off and cry, Aldo butts his hairy front up to the side of Jean-Claude's bod, fits his left shoulder into the hairy pit like a perfect fit of a jigsaw puzzle, leans his head on Jean-Claude's shoulder and speaks softly, "There's nothing wrong with you Jean. You're a sweet, kind, lovable person. It's just that Kevin and you don't click and... well we could never kid ourselves and say you and I do."
It was something Jean-Claude pondered in the dark last night, after their second ritual, Aldo doing him over with a hot oral work and he in return enjoying a hot fuck, unloading his balls for the second time. Before the two o'clock meet up in the jon, it had occured to Jean-Claude it was `nice', their short time together, but Aldo was looking for something more. "I know."
"You understand?"
Then in his own thoughts, out loud, "You're a sweet guy Aldo," drew the two into a melancholy moment of making out.
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Three knocks at the door startled Kevin and Emre, Emre popping up to his feet, a move to upright him from bending over Kevin's bod, intent with a face-to-face hookup.
"J-C!" Kevin said in exclamation.
"Whoooooa! Where're you going?" Jean-Claude says to Kevin, who cast the sheet aside, slapped his thighs over the edge of the bed and was ready to dismount. "You're not going anywhere!"
But it was too late, Kevin on his feet, meeting and greeting Jean-Claude as he approached to stop his feet crash-landing on the floor.
"Hello," Jean-Claude said sweetly to Emre and smiled, as Kevin and he clung to each other, Jean-Claude's chin resting on Kevin's shoulder.
Emre responds, with a `stop-sign-handwave', "Hi, um J-C", he meekly says.
Breaking his hold, Kevin tells, "It's so good to see you."
"What brought about all this?" Jean-Claude asks. For his own perceptions, he had thought he was on his way with the outs' as far as Kevin was concerned. For all intentions he was more or less thinking of this visit as his farewell speech', but instead he was ready to become speechless after hearing Kevin's next few words.
"J-C," Kevin started right in, "I was wondering."
Knowing this was going to have something to do with Emre, the way Kevin was glancing to him, knowing the two had talked among themselves already, just knowing the look a person usually has before asking something... well he put his thoughts to rest and waited in anticipation. "Yes?" He folded his arms across his chest.
Kevin stood next to Emre, the two being like moral support for each other. Kevin breaks silence, "Um, I was," he puts his arm around Emre's back, clasping his left shoulder with his left arm, "We were thinking maybe it might be a good idea if we moved out of the city somewhere... maybe New Jersey?"
He gulped. It wasn't at all what Jean-Claude anticipated. Running through his mind were questions regarding this whole matter.
"Um, do you think Emre and I could like... stay at your place til we can find a place of our own?"
And even though Jean-Claude thought of this as a dream come true, he pondered the matter. He switched positions, his right elbow hanging in the balance of his left palm, a hand to his chin, his thumb strumming over his late afternoon shadow. "Hmm.. I suppose it would be alright."
Having his doubts, Kevin asks, "You don't have anybody else like... living with you, do you?"
Trying to read into all of this, Jean-Claude decided to let his mixed reactions pan out. "Um, no." But then to clear matters, "Were you under the impression there was?"
A quick glance from Emre, back to Jean-Claude, Kevin responds, "Um no. It's not what we were thinking at all J-C."
He still felt a little unsettled. Now Kevin was dragging Emre's opinion into this. Something was up and he wasn't getting it. He decided to keep alert. Something had to give. And since Kevin had already dragged Emre into this, he probes, "So, when do you two think you will want to be moving to Jersey?"
"Would tonight be okay?"
Up til now Emre was the silent partner. "I have registered at college and start next week."
"Oh, so you'll be commuting to the city on a regular basis?"
Kevin smiled. "Um, no J-C. Not exactly."
`Here it comes!' Jean-Claude thought. "And so?"
"I've done a lot of thinking J-C and..."
Taking the forefront, Emre pipes up with, "I wanted to go to school in the city, but then Kevin comes up with a brilliant of a plan. He says we can go to college in New Jersey and then..."
Jean-Claude asks, "We? Have you made a monumental decision Kev?"
"Um, Emre?" Kevin tried cutting in.
But Emre kept right on, "...we can maybe stay with you so we can save on dorm fees? And..."
"Um, Emre, I think.."
"I see," Jean-Claude says. Not at all perturbed by Kevin not mentioning all of this, hearing on spur of the moment, Jean-Claude is feeling rather entertained by Kevin's getting raked over the coals by Emre's truthfulness.
Emre concludes, "If it is okay we stay with you, Kevin and me find odd jobs and pay you rent?"
Red-in-the-face, Kevin says, "I `was' going to mention all of this to you, but..."
"And, if it is okay by you," Emre forfeits one more piece of information, "may my brother and cousin, please stay with us for awhile?"
The first part seemed fine by Jean-Claude, but the second delivering of information found him to really be put on the spot. From the way Emre spoke, Jean-Claude pictured two eight or nine year olds running around the house. "And exactly how old are we talking here?"
Suddenly Emre shut up, reluctant to give out any more details.
Kevin had rather an elaborate scheme to divulge all of the facts, but since Emre had presented the gist of them, he at least leveled with Jean-Claude on some of the details, "Emre's cousin, Alkan, is seventeen and his brother, Gazi, is twenty-six." And while he was at it, "Gazi is starting up a business."
Emre steals the limelight, "Gazi will be able to pay you for expenses. He told me already..."
With Kevin's jab to Emre's side, a thumb pressing against his rib, was enough to give his boyfriend the notion he had confessed enough.
But Jean-Claude wasn't born yesterday. Way ahead in thought, he inquires, "Oh so you've already cleared this with Emre's brother?"
Both, the twenty and nineteen year olds, sat with their fannies on the edge of the bed, waiting as if for a judge taking the jurist's ballot.
On his way over to the hospital, Jean-Claude didn't listen to much of what Aldo was saying. Instead he tossed over and over in his mind, thoughts about Kevin and how he would be seeing him on occasion. He was more than joyed to hear the opposite. The ideas of being alone when he returned to Asbury Park made him feel depressed. Elated when Kevin informed him of the two wanting to move out to Jersey, he still had the feeling, but wondered about the two other wrenches' thrown into the works. But one thing weighed on his mind; if he turned the two down on the accomodations, hesitated too long, what would be his chances of seeing Kevin more' often, as opposed to `less'?
"I mean we can wait, but Gazi.. I mean...." Kevin started to say.
Catching himself from telling too much was a surefire sign, signaled to Jean-Claude that there were still more mystery needed to be unraveled. "Yes? What about Gazi?"
Kevin wasn't fast enough, Emre revealing, "My brother. He is late on rent and him get kicked out. He be very ob-blig-ged if you take him in?"
He had plausible reason to turn them down, but the way Emre composed himself as he told about Gazi and the way he said was just too cute for words. He equated his feelings to that night at the soup kitchen, when he first laid eyes on Kevin. Two of a kind', he thought to himself. "Alright," Jean-Claude said, after mulling it over, taking everything of his own personal thinking into account. "But I think we should go into all of this on a trial basis." Of course, he was still in the dark about Emre's cousin, but he figured he was part of the package and without all three things in consideration, the deal' would be off and frankly where it came down to, it wasn't anymore When would I see Kevin again?', but What would make Kevin happy?'. When neither of the two responded, Jean-Claude poked, "Well what do you two think? A trial basis?"
"We'll take it!" Kevin said.
With Kevin adding a mock handshake, Emre shook Jean-Claude's hand more along the lines of accepting his terms. Jean-Claude couldn't hold back the smile.
"Thank you Jean-Claude Lomberiou," Emre said, seemingly making it more formal. But it wasn't all. "You are a kind man to take my family to live with you."
Lightening up, Kevin tagged Emre's arm, saying, "Yeah... yeah... don't tell him too much Emre. It'll go right to his head!"
Jean-Claude giggled, but what Kevin had realized is Emre's handshake had indeed make matters go right to his `head'!
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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