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The following story is a work of fiction, set in the
format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is
entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to
accurately depict, nor reflect upon persons in towns,
cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is
staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male
relationships offends you, then you should not read
this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of
age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed
to read this story by law. This is fiction. Do not
forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety
matter'; got condom?

"Muscle Jocks For Domination" 09 (M/M oral anal D/s)
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Is is itover?

Yeah, baby and shit! I never shot so much cum
before

Your cum?

Ian smiled, using a blanket to wipe his cum off of
Steves belly and chest.

Yeah. Pulled out the last minute, Steve.

And me?

You, Steve? Hell, I was massaging your prostrate so
hard you shot your load before I could stroke you
off!

Oh man I I didnt even realize it!

Ian smiled. He didnt doubt it, the way Steve carried
on so. Then, tossing the blanket aside, he lay down on
Steve, going for his lips again.

Damn it, Steve, I think Im going to have to take you
home and make you mine!

After breaking the sweet kiss, Steve asked, I hope
youre serious, Ian.

Both shared in the mutual proposition.

Cmon. We better go check on Raavi.

Leaving the closet, Ian caught the arm of another
orderly.

Hey, Bill, go clean up the linen closet.

No please, no asking, but telling.

Um. Okay Ian. No problem, man.

Isnt he going to sense that.

Payback for the last hot fuck he got from me, Ian
filled Steve in on.

One of the fringe benefits of working here, huh Ian?

>From a distance, with the closet door closed, the two
heard Bill yell, Oh shit!

They laughed.

I bet hell hate cleaning that up, Steve told Ian.

You kidding? Bills a real cum dump. Most of the cum
will be sucked out of the blankets before he makes it
to the laundry room.

Youre kidding?

Nope. Theres a couple of us around here that fuck
other guys. Bill is always begging to have cum shot
down his throat.

Others? Like who?

Entering Raavis room, where he still slept, Ian
reports, Lets see. Theres the security guard on the
third floor, Malcolm. Oh man, you should see the size
of his dick! 

Huge?

Huge aint the word for it.

And how would you know the size of Malcolms cock,
Ian?

Oh, a couple of guys from Intex Pharmaceuticals came
in one day. Really hot looking studs. One was
bisexual. I took him. I never fucked a bi guy before.
The other, a ripped abs jock. Malcolm ripped his ass
to match his abs.

Steve laughed along with Ian.

We threw both their carcasses over the table and
fucked the hell outta them.

Exciting life here at the hospital, eh, Ian?

I get my share of the action. I gotta tell you this
one though, Steve.

Resting in a chair, Ian stood there, the six foot,
four inch tall, two hundred and five pound, semi-jock
body staring at Steve, relaying the story, A football
jock is scheduled to have his leg reset. The jock asks
his parents to wait outside. Being this is like the
fifth or sixth time the jock has met with the doctor,
he has inside information. So, before the doctor goes
to work on him, um, I know this, because I was the
attending nurse, the doc eases his cock up the jocks
ass. Then as hes fucking the jock, he works on his
leg.

No way. Thats insane!

I know it sounds that way, but the football jock
claims he felt no pain, other than riding the docs
ten inch, thick shaft.

I dont believe it!

No, its true. I swear it, Steve.

I believe you, Ian.

Then to reaffirm his statement, Steve gets up. Taking
the initiative, he grabs hold of Ians scrubs and
pulls him in for a lip lock.

Breaking, Steve asks, Ian?

Yeah, Steve?

Were you pulling my chain or did you mean it about
taking me home and calling me yours?

Ian stood there and smiled. Then, placing his hands on
the sides of Steves face, he sweetly strokes his
stubble. 

Yknow, Steve, I think its time Ive settled down to
fucking only one mans ass.

I always knew I was saving my cherry for that one and
only, special man!

The two kissed passionately.

Steee.

Until they became interrupted.

Hey, babe, Im going to go catch a quick shower, Ian
told Steve. 

What about the stench on me?

Smiling, Ian replied, Ill take care of that when we
get home later.

Steeev

Raavi, how are you feeling?

Responding, in slow mode, Ravvi replied, I I gotta
get get towork

Youre not going anywhere, after taking a gunshot to
your arm like that, Raavi.

Gun? Shot?

Raavis head turns, his chin pressing into his chest,
the eighteen year old trying to see the place on his
left shoulder that bears the bandages from the injury.

Hey, take it easy, Raavi.

Oh man thats.scarry! Raavi replied, as if
suddenly snapping out of his groggy nature.

Hey, youre going to be okay though, Raavi. I swear
it, Steve told him.

His hand brushed up and down Raavis hairy forearm. At
least it diverted the teens attention from his wound,
as he looked first at the hand massaging his
dark-haired arm, then up the arm to the face smiling
at him, showing reassurance.

Thanks Steve. You youre all I got.

On the return volley of his petting of Raavis arm
fur, near his hand, the teen caught Steves hand. 

As they held hands, Steve asks, Ive been meaning to
ask you about that, Raavi.

What, Steve?

I came to take you home today. Whats your address?
Do you have a phone number as to where I can contact
your parents?

With a sullen look, Raavi replied, his head shaking
no.

No, what? You dont have a phone where they can be
reached?

No, they cant be reaches, Steve. You see, theyre
dead.

Dead? When? I mean, Im sorry to hear that.

Last year. I take you to their house now?

No, not now. Do you have family I can call?

No. Only me. I have to go home and feed my dog.

Your dog?

Raj. Where is my jacket? You take the key and go feed
him for me?

Sure, Ill do that, but I think your jacket is back
at the donut shop.

Thinking quickly, seeing the concern Raavi had over
the pet, Steve searches his brain for an alternative.

I got it.

What Steve? You go feed Raj now?

No, but Im sure Jim wouldnt mind.

Jim? Is he a nice man? Raj only like nice men.

Hes friendly, Steve replies.

Dialing 911, which he knew was a no-no for personal
business, Steve gets the desk jockey at police
headquarters.

Easier than I thought. Steve said to himself, after
asking for Jim. In the background he hears, Hey,
Jimmy, beam on up phone call for youwho is it?
Steve laughs at the answer the desk jock gives, Your
fuck buddy I dont know who it iswhadya think,
Jimmy? I know who all your sex buddies are? Then, as
sweet as pie, Steve is told, Um, Jimmy will be right
with you.

Steve thanked him. Really he wanted to joke about
being one of Jims sex buddies. Finally getting Jim on
the phone, he agreed to go to the scene of the
shooting and find Raavis jacket, but he would bring
it to the hospital, since he couldnt take time out to
do anything personal right now.

Is Jim going to feed Raj?

Looking at the eighteen year old Indian kid, Steve
smiled at the cutie. 

Hes bringing your jacket here. Ill go take care of
Raj. Dont you worry.

Thanks Steve. Youre the first person who cares about
me.

What about your friends?

When my parents were alive, they dont let me out of
the house.

But surely, you spent some time with your friends
from high school, Raavi?

No. I tell them Im gay and they tell me I cant go
out. They strict parents. My father beat me if I
disobey.

Beat you? How so?

I have to drop my pants and he hit me with wooden rod
on ass. It hurt.

Yikes! I dont blame you for behaving.

Then I be careful not to do wrong things.

How many times did that happen?

Only twice. Second time worst than first. But then my
mother bring home Raj and I glad to be at home with my
little doggie friend.

Touching Rajs arm, Steve reached out, heart and mind
to the young Indian.

Well you dont have to worry Raavi. Hey, you know
what?

What, Steve?

At the place I work theres a couple of nice young
guys. Do you think you would like to meet them?

Are they like us?

Now that you mention it, yes. But I didnt think of
them for that reason. Theyre just nice guys. What do
you think, Raavi?

Okay. I meet them, if you think they will like me,
Steve.

I cant think of anyone that wouldnt like you,
Raavi.

Do you like me, Steve?

Smiling, Steve replies, I think youre a nice guy,
Raavi and right now you need a friend.

Steve, can you be my boyfriend?

Ill be your friend and since Im a boy, Steve
giggled, I guess I could be your boy friend.

Thanks Steve. Um, can I ask you for a favor?

Sure. Name it, Raavi.

You will not think Im strange, if I ask if I can
reach in your shirt and touch you?

In inside my shirt? You mean touch my body?

Never mind. You now think Raavi a pervert, right?

Smiling, Steve then resigns to, Nah. I think theres
a lot of other perverted acts out there, more so than
touching another mans body. Um, will unbuttoning my
shirt be good enough?

If its okay, Steve?

As Steve backs up, he begins to unbutton his shirt,
starting with the middle button.

Hey, whats going on here?

Oh hi Ian?

It my fault, Raavi says.

Yeah, sure. Like youre in the position to jump on
Steve here?

Its not how it looks, Ian, if youll let me
explain.

Explain what Steve? Youre stripping down to get into
bed with my patient?

Now you just fucking wait a minute there, Ian

As before, Steve didnt catch on to where this moxie
attitude was pouring out of, but he really dug his
heels into Ian.

Pounding his finger into Ians chest, he lit into him,
Youre reading this the fuckin wrong way and if you
dont want to hear it like it is then you can just
take your head and stick it up

Hold it! Hold it! Dont get your balls all twisted
up, man! 

To calm Steve, Ian added his hands to the sides of the
twenty-five year olds arms, rubbing them up and down.

Hey, I didnt mean to get you all knotted up, Steve.
Im sure theres a logical reason.

Damn right!

After a pause of silence, Ian asks, So, what is it?

Smirking, Steve replies, Raavi had a request and
being sensitive to the kids needs, I was only
unbuttoning three lousy buttons to let the kid feel my
body. Thats all. Is that such a sin, Ian?

Hmmm, Ian thought, his hand on his hip, a finger
scratching the side of his nose like it would help
speed up the thinking process.

Then, without speaking, he goes to the door, turning
the ketch, to lock it shut.

What are you doing, Ian? Steve asks.

As Ian turns around, he lifts the blue scrub top at
the tails and peels it off, up over his head,
revealing his thick, brown hairy chest.

Hey, if you think youre going to get all the action
Steve, forget it!

Raavi, his eyes focused on Ian now, asks, Can I touch
your hairy chest?

Smiling, Steve watches Ian walk over to the side of
the bed. Picking up Raavis hand, he places the
Indians hand right in the center of the hairy mass.

Go ahead. Get your kicks Raavi.

Steve watches, Raavi between them, rub Ians chest. He
then clues the kid in, Play with his nips, Raavi.

He looks to Steve, then up to Ians face, asking,
Okay, Ian?

Yeah. Sure. Get your pleasure out of me.

Whos getting the pleasure? Steve asks Ian.

Deep down in Steves pants, sure as hell his cock and
balls pulsed, however peering at the blanket over
Raavi, he could see the tent growing. He couldnt see
Ians hardware too well, but knew it probably twitched
into action, especially when Raavi found one of his
nips, integrated among the thick hair follicles.

Oooooooh! Ian groaned, throwing his head back.

Hee heee told you so, Steve reported to Raavi, of
Ians moaning.

With eyes closed, head back, Ian didnt exactly
request, but in a demanding attitude, said, Steve,
why dont you get over here on my cock.

Smiling, Steve knew it not a request and he accepted
it that way. After he had Ians scrubs down to his
ankles, the briefs peeled, he began to work the
semi-hard 11c with his lips. 

Doesnt look like theres anything wrong with your
plumbing, Raavi, Ian remarked, seeing the puptent
progress into a fullsized structure.

I see Steve suck you and it happen! Raavi summed it
up.

Quit bs-in me, Raavi. I saw your dick get hard way
before that, Ian told him.

With a grin on his face, Raavi replies, You find me
out Ian. You smart guy. If I could, I get up and fuck
you.

Fuck this ass? Oh not. Not in your hottest dreams,
baby, Ian replied. However hmm

Ian looked down at his feet.

Hey, Steve, why dont you drop those pants and let
Raavi fuck your hole?

And what happened to the one man fuck business?

That was my vow. We didnt say anything about your
ass, did we?

The twenty-five year old sat there on his knees,
looking up at Ian. Sure, Steve wouldnt mind having
the teen cock messing with his ass chute, but he
thought he had something intimate going here with Ian.
Now he wasnt so sure that he wanted remain committed
to a relationship with him, if this is part of how it
would go, from time to time.

So, what youre saying is Steve began getting riled
up again, slowly standing, you want to be committed
to fucking one ass, but you dont mind lending mine
out, Ian?

I didnt say that Steve. I was only thinking of the
kid here.

And getting your rocks off watching me get
penetrated?

Raavi broke in, saying, I dont make trouble. I keep
my dick under blanket.

This isnt about you, Raavi, Steve replied. Then
going at Ian, like a platoon of armed marines, If you
think that this is how its going to go, then you can
take all your sweet talking and shove it!

Hey, baby..

Dont you fuckin hey baby me, Ian.

Buttoning up his three buttons, Steve picked up his
jacket, saying to Raavi, Sorry, Raavi. This doesnt
have anything to do about you, but Ive gotta get some
air. See you later.

Unlocking the ketch, Steve left the room. Walking down
the corridor, he passed by the linen closet where Ian
fucked him. The young guy, Bill was holding his nose,
spraying the room, as if fumigating for bugs. 

Passing right by the room, Steve hears, Hey,  you
okay mister?

Im fine, Steve replied, even though he was pissed
at the moment. 

At the elevator, which just arrived, again that
Matthew buy was on board. Steve punched the lighted
L. 

Got a problem, Steve?

No. No problem, He replied, with a sarcastic
attitude.

Oh. Okay. Just figured since Im good at listening to
people with problems, Id sit and listen to you, but
thats okay. If youve got things under control,
Steve, then.

Alright, so Ive got a problem, Matt.

I didnt mean to pry, Steve. Do you want to talk
about it?

Sure, if youve got the time.

Im finished visiting my buddy and Ive got a coupla
hours before heading off to Pazzo Pazzo, the
twenty-four year old replied.

The two exiting at the lobby, Matt asks, Coffee shop
alright?

I was headed there, to cool off.

Whatll you have?

Seriously thinking, Steve wanted to say him, but
resorted to something hot, with dairy dream.

Ill have a hazelnut coffee.

You should try the hazelnut coffee at Pazzo Pazzos,
Steve.

I have. Remember? I was there?

Yeah, I remember. I just dont remember what you
had.

Walking to the table, following Steve, Matthew wished
he could have what he wanted right now, as his eyes
followed the ass in the dress slacks.

Is this good?

Huh? Matthew asked.

The table, Steve replied.

Oh! The table. Yeah, its great Steve.

And thanks for the coffee, Steve raises it up, as if
toasting him. My treat next time.

Hey, a buck isnt going to break me. So, whats
happening, Steve? Matthew inquires, as if a shrink
asking his patient his life story.

Oh, I dont know. A guy falls in love, then falls out
of love is a good way of summing it up, I suppose.

Alright if I ask a question?

Sure, Matt.

Smiling, Matthew says, You know, youre the first guy
in a long time that I let call me that?

Thats your question thats supposed to address my
problem?

No, the blonde replies, giggling. Um

And whys that?

Why is what, Steve?

Why didnt you bust my chops over calling you Matt
instead of Matthew?

Um, can I ask another question first, Steve?

Is it on target with the subject, Matt?

Matt laughs, I suppose so. Are you going with a guy,
Steve, like got a boyfriend or anything?

A quick thought and Steve is replying, No and I cant
believe I let myself do that!

Reporting to Matthew the answer, Steve also kicked
himself in the ass, over letting Ian take his cherry.


I cant believe I surrendered myself so easy. I could
just

Wait a minute now, Steve. We all make mistakes. Um,
look, the café is filling up. Do you want to go
someplace where there isnt so many people around?

Looking about, Steve agrees.

%

Continued.

Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee
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