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  Chase sat up suddenly, and slid off the table.

  “How was that?” Amanda asked, smiling, wrapping herself in her robe, and leaning over to taste the strawberry pudding with her finger.

  “Sticky,” Chase said simply, which caused Cassidy to laugh.

  “Good thing that table is solid oak,” Amanda grinned.

  Cassidy laughed even harder.

  “Are we finished? I think I need a shower,” Chase mumbled.

  “Sure, have a good night, boys,” Amanda said, then she grinned, “And have pleasant dreams. I know I will.”

  * * * *

  Chase tossed and turned that night in his sleep. He dreamt that he was floating naked in the air and above him were beautiful, red roses dripping with dew. The dew fell on his naked flesh, and ran down over his chest and stomach. The smell was incredible, and as the roses started to close in around him, a multitude of soft licking tongues began to lap over the droplets. He felt his nipples stiffen, and his cock throb. All his senses were being awakened.

  When he finally opened his eyes, the sun was up, and he felt as if he hadn’t slept. He moved his hand down over his chest and stomach, then to his half erect organ which was sticky with its own juices. Damn. Had he had a wet dream? Shit, he hadn’t had one of those in awhile. Damn that Cassidy and his stupidity.

  Once in the shower, Chase let the shower heads assault his flesh. This shower had the ability to hit every erogenous zone possible, and he couldn’t bear to subject himself to a cold shower, at least not this early in the morning.

  The warm water was causing his cock to lift and harden, and his nipples had stayed hard since last night. He smiled slightly as he took his cock in his hand and began to masturbate.

  God, having Cassidy lick that casserole off of his nipples, cock and balls last night had been erotic. He couldn’t remember ever having been so horny, then when he’d cuffed his hands behind his head, well … it had taken all his control not to blow his load right there.

  As his mind moved over the events of last night, his hand began to move faster, up and down the shaft of his cock. He leaned back against the ceramic tile, letting the spray hit him directly on his left nipple as he flicked the right one back and forth with his free hand. He spread his legs, his balls tightening as he beat faster and faster, then a rush of air came out of his lungs, he threw his head back and moaned as the force of his orgasm shook him, lubricating his hand and washing away down the drain with the water.

  “Early morning hard on,” a voice said suddenly, causing Chase’s eyes to snap open. He pushed away from the wall, and pushed open the steamy shower door to see Cassidy standing there. “How long have you been there?” He growled the words, turning off the water and reaching for a towel.

  Cassidy held it in his hand, just out of reach. “Long enough. Quite a show you put on there, stud.”

  Chase reached for the towel again. “Want to give me the…?”

  “Give you what?” Cassidy cooed, letting his eyes move slowly over Chase’s wet, naked body. “What is it you want me to give you, Chase?”

  “Very funny,” Chase muttered, stepping out of the shower now, taking a step towards Cassidy, then yanking the towel away. He fitted it around his waist and scowled, “Don’t you ever knock?”

  “What for?” Cassidy shrugged. “It’s not like I’ve haven’t seen what you got.”

  “Yeah, well you don’t have to see it all the time,” Chase returned, taking his razor out of the medicine cabinet.

  Cassidy grinned, and moved closer. “You still using one of those old man razors?”

  “There’s nothing old man about it,” Chase protested.

  “Why don’t you use an electric one like everybody else?”

  “First of all, I’m not everybody else, and secondly, I have a tough beard and…”

  “Here,” Cassidy said, reaching out his hand. “Let me.”

  Chase narrowed his eyebrows suspiciously as Cassidy took the razor.

  “Don’t worry. stud, I’m not going to cut your throat,” Cassidy said. “Come sit down over here.” He indicated the chair in the bathroom beside the door. “My grandfather used to be a barber. I’m good at it.”

  Chase moved hesitantly over to the chair and sat down. “Don’t take my face off.”

  Cassidy chuckled. He took two washcloths off the stand and put them in the sink. Then he turned on the hot water. “You have to soften the beard first. It makes for a better shave.”

  “How would you know?” Chase said lightly. “You’ve only got peach fuzz.”

  Cassidy stuck out his tongue at him. Chase laughed. After a few minutes, Cassidy brought over the hot washcloths and told Chase to lean back. Then he laid them on his face. They were exactly the right temperature and it felt damn good. After a few minutes, Cassidy took them off, then, spread shaving gel on his palm. “Move that long hair back,” Cassidy advised, “or I’ll have to put you in the shower again after.”

  Chase moved his hair back. He closed his eyes as Cassidy spread the gel on his cheeks and chin, then around his mouth. “I thought Amanda didn’t want you shaved? She likes you rough and ready.”

  “I have to shave sometimes,” he said. “I’ll begin to look like the old man in the mountain.”

  “Not to mention that it scratches when I kiss you,” Cassidy said.

  “You don’t kiss me that often,” Chase commented.

  “Want me to kiss you more? I can if you like,” Cassidy said softly, running the straight razor up over his cheek, then, leaning over to the sink to rinse it.

  “That’s okay,” Chase murmured, getting a little nervous when Cassidy tilted his head back and began to scrape the razor up over his jaw.

  “Don’t like my kisses, is that it, stud?” Cassidy said, rinsing again.

  “Didn’t say that, I…”

  “You what?” Cassidy began, leaning down close to him.

  Chase opened his eyes. Cassidy’s mouth was just inches from his. “Nothing,” he breathed. “Are we done yet?”

  “Rinse your face, and we’ll see if I missed a spot. I bet ‘cha I didn’t.”

  Chase got up and walked to the sink. He rinsed his face, and then nodded. “Pretty good. So your Grandfather was a barber, eh?”

  “Yep,” Cassidy said, coming to the sink now to rinse off his hands. He reached up and ran a finger over Chase’s shoulder. “A drop of cream,” he said softly, meeting his eyes.

  Chase felt his pulses flutter, and for just a fraction of a second, he felt as if he wanted to lean over, grab Cassidy to him, and kiss him. Instead, he cleared his throat, and moved away. “So, why didn’t you follow in your grandfather’s footsteps?”

  “With this ass?” Cassidy grinned, turning around and slapping his own ass which was contained quite nicely in a short pair of jean shorts.

  “You’ve got a point,” Chase said.

  “Oh,” Cassidy said cheerfully, heading to the door, “the reason I came up here is that Amanda is taking us both shopping and to the hair salon at ten. So eat something, and get dressed will ya?”

  Chase opened his mouth and then closed it. Cassidy was gone. Oh God, how he hated to shop!

  * * * *

  Amanda was in a glorious mood. She appeared to love spending money. Cassidy too was in seventh heaven. He kept nudging Chase every time Amanda took out her gold card. It was almost five o’clock when Chase finally told Amanda in the most polite way he could manage that if he had to try on one more piece of clothing, he was going to throw up.

  Luckily, she found his comment funny. She hugged Cassidy to her and said, “…looks like our big grumpy boy is worn out.”

  Cassidy of course went into hysterics and wouldn’t stop calling Chase “big, grumpy boy,” until Chase threatened to “kick his butt.”

  At six o’clock, Cassidy was whisked into one of the most exclusive hair salons in Beverly Hills, and into the chair of an overly dramatic queen called, “Hans.”

  Chase always thought those ster
eotypes of the effeminate male hairdressers was an exaggeration in Hollywood Hills, but it looked like this guy was the poster boy.

  As Hans chopped and chiseled Cassidy’s dirty blond hair, he talked a mile a minute. At one point, he said, “wait until that gorgeous man of yours sees you. He won’t be able to resist stripping you naked and…”

  “I’m not his man,” Chase said, from where he was standing nearby checking an array of very expensive hair supplies. Amanda was busy talking on her cell phone.

  “He’s just my fuck toy,” Cassidy leered at him through the mirror.

  Hans narrowed his eyes, and studied Chase in the mirror as he turned on the blow dryer. “Well, if he isn’t exclusively yours, lover, I wouldn’t mind having a crack at him.”

  “He’s off limits for now,” Cassidy said. “He’s exclusively my fuck toy for the next six months.”

  Hans looked confused. Chase was about to come over and plug Cassidy right in the mouth. “Don’t listen to him,” Chase said, coming closer. “We’re just friends, that’s all.”

  Hans batted his eyes at him. “Maybe we should go for a drink sometime.”

  “He’s too old for you, Hans,” Cassidy made a face as Hans lifted off the plastic cape. “He’s twenty-six.”

  Chase shot Cassidy a dirty look.

  “Oh, honey,” Hans said, “I’ll take him.”

  “So, aren’t I beautiful?” Cassidy demanded, checking himself in the mirror.

  “Stunning,” Chase said between clenched teeth, fighting his irritation. Cassidy’s admiration of himself reminded Chase of a young kid, unaffected, without guile, but the haircut made him look a little older, and showed off the angles of his delicate face. The hazel brown eyes seemed more prominent now, and so did his mouth.

  As Amanda paid Hans, Chase drew Cassidy aside and chastised him. “You don’t need to tell everyone about our arrangement.”

  “I didn’t.”

  “You started to. It’s a private thing. Keep your mouth shut.”

  “I didn’t tell him everything, so cool your jets, stud.” Cassidy almost pouted at him.

  “Stop calling me stud!”

  “Ready to go?” Amanda came over to them now, and smiled.

  “Yes,” Chase said.

  “So you really like my hair?” Cassidy asked for the thousandth time.

  Chase rolled his eyes, as Amanda went on and on about it.

  They went to some fancy place for dinner, and ate fillet mignon, and cherry cheesecake. It was almost ten by the time they came back home. Thankfully Amanda was tanked on wine, and wanted to sleep. Everyone went to bed early and slept late.

  Chapter Three

  Over the next few days, Amanda did not call on them. She seemed preoccupied. Chase went to register for his courses, with a blank check from Amanda, and Cassidy made himself scarce. Chase was surprised that he wasn’t spending his time around the pool drinking fancy drinks.

  One night at the supper table, Amanda announced she would be going on a business trip for three weeks. “You boys will be fine on your own,” she said. “Remember the rules. Usually I allow you to get a little for yourselves, as long as it’s not with each other, but this time … well…” she pursed her lips, “not this time.”

  She laughed. “I know three weeks is a long time. It is for me too, but when I come home, I plan to work you both hard. So may I ask you to refrain from jerking off as much as possible? Especially not the last few days before I return.”

  “Anything for you,” Cassidy said, reaching over and touching her hand.

  “No problem, Amanda. I can go three weeks, but I don’t know about the young one.” Chase looked over at Cassidy and stifled a grin.

  “Are you saying you’ve got more control than I do?” Cassidy looked shocked, tossing his blond hair around.

  “Yep, that’s what I’m saying,” Chase replied, finishing off his salad.

  “Amanda, can we try it out, I mean, will you let us…?”

  Amanda smirked at Cassidy. “I have kept you guys on rations, haven’t I? And this is the last night before I leave.”

  Chase narrowed his eyes. “What?” he said, checking out Cassidy’s delighted expression.

  “I got it,” he said, jumping up. “Each of us has to try and make the other come, and when I win, I get to fuck Chase any way I choose.”

  “Sounds fine,” Amanda said, grinning over at Chase’s flabbergasted expression.

  “What do you mean … when I win?”

  “I will win,” Cassidy said smugly.

  Amanda stood up too. She looked at Chase. “Come on, big boy, show the kid what it is to be a man.” She practically growled at him.

  Chase couldn’t help but grin. The lady was horny tonight. He stood up himself.

  “I’ll just slip into something a little bit more … convenient,” Amanda said. “The two of you go into the little playroom and wait for me.”

  Chase watched Cassidy strut around the mirrored room from where he sat on the floor. “Don’t get too cocky,” he advised as Cassidy started to do a mock striptease by pretending to open the buttons of his brand new blue shirt.

  Cassidy swayed his hips seductively in the mirror. “Come on, stud, wouldn’t you love to shove that big, juicy cock of yours up this?”

  Chase smiled faintly and closed his eyes as Cassidy grabbed his two butt checks with his hands, and shouted, “Yahoo, ride ‘em, cowboy!”

  “I like cowboys,” Amanda announced as she walked into the room wearing only a see through red dressing gown and a pair of fluffy high heeled satin slippers. Already Chase could see her dark nipples stiffening as she reached into the cupboard of goodies and pulled out her personal vibrator.

  “Cowboys are nice,” Chase replied deeply, bringing himself to his feet. “How do you want your cowboys, boss?” He teased, glancing over at her.

  “Oooh,” she sighed, sitting up on her seat, vibrator poised, “all like you, Tex.”

  He laughed under his breath, then glanced over at Cassidy. “How about I rope and tie this little stray?”

  “Oh no,” Cassidy said, backing up against the mirror, “that’s not fair. I thought we could…”

  “You thought wrong,” Chase said, moving towards him. “You said have a contest to see who had the most control. You didn’t set down any rules.”

  “Amanda,” Cassidy complained, racing over to her, “this isn’t fair.”

  “Well technically, he’s right, hon,” she said, smoothing back his blond hair.

  Cassidy let out what sounded like a squeak as Chase grabbed his arm and pulled him over to him. He half slid on the polished wood floor, then ended up on his knees in front of Chase. “You can’t always have all the fun, Cassidy.”

  Cassidy looked up at him seductively. “Who says I’m not going to have fun?” he replied.

  “Ah, so you want to lose, do you?” Chase asked him softly, feeling his cock shift a bit in his jeans. “You want to get fucked nice and hard?”

  Cassidy licked his lips, innocent eyes gazing up at him. “Is that what you’re going to do to me, stud? Ooh, I don’t know,” he sighed. “I’m not even naked yet, and do you have the…” he paused, letting his hand snake up Chase’s leg, “equipment to ah … do the job?”

  “Want a see?” Chase taunted, undoing the top snap on his jeans. Already his cock was straining hard against the material.

  “Looks crowded in there,” Cassidy said softly, “better give him some room to breath. Tell me,” he said, scratching his fingernail over the zipper of Chase’s jeans, “how big is he?”

  “He’s pretty big. Sure you can take it?” Chase said breathlessly.

  “I don’t know,” he replied, undoing the first three buttons of his shirt, “I’m pretty tight. You’d have to stretch me pretty wide, baby.”

  Chase swallowed. His chest was heaving, his balls constricted, his cock screaming for release.

  Cassidy slid away from him across the floor. He finished opening his shirt, then drew
it off, throwing it aside. He moved his hands over his creamy skin, pausing at his nipples. He ran his thumbs over them, then pinched them, moaning softly in his throat while Chase watched him. “My nipples are so hard,” he said. “My cock … well … I’ll have to see. Are you hard, stud?”

  “Yes,” Chase managed.

  Cassidy undid his pants, then, slid them down to his ankles, wiggling his ass on the floor as he did. He reached over and threw off his shoes, and socks, then pulled the pants off and spread his legs.

  Chase felt his balls tighten again. No, no, he wasn’t going to make him come like this. He held on, biting his lower lip.

  Cassidy ran his hands over his own cock and balls, then widened his legs further, and opened the cheeks of his ass. “I’m so … ah … empty … here. I need to be filled. Can you do it? Can you fuck me, Chase, fuck me up the ass with that powerful cock of yours?”

  Chase undid the zipper on his pants. His cock sprang out, straight up when he did. He let his pants and underwear fall to his feet.

  “Ooh, it’s big, I…”

  Chase moved over to him, then went down on his knees, straddling Cassidy’s neck. His cock moved over Cassidy’s lips, and Cassidy dipped his tongue out and began to lick the head of Chase’s cock. Chase shuddered. “Suck it,” he said softly, grabbing his dick and positioning it over his mouth.

  “I’m afraid,” Cassidy grinned, batting his eyes.

  Chase placed a hand on his jaw and forced his mouth open. “It will pass,” he said demurely, pushing the head of his cock into Cassidy’s mouth. Cassidy opened his mouth wider and wiggled his body into a more comfortable position, so that he could take the cock deeper into his throat. Chase knew how long he could tolerate the cock sucking before exploding. He also knew that Cassidy liked sucking dick big time. It was simple mathematics.

  As Cassidy began to really get into sucking his cock, Chase stroked his hair. Meeting his eyes, he said, “I bet you can’t wait for me to fuck you. I think I’m going to use that chair over there with the extendable table, the one with all the straps and ties. Umm, maybe I’ll connect your ankles to your wrist, really spread you…”