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  Copyright © 2012 by Blaine D. Arden

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  "You're nuts!"

  "Oh, come on. I know you're dying to try it out."

  "Nuh-uh. No way. Your brother—"

  "Won't be back for at least another two hours. Besides, he asked me to put it up for him."

  "For the kids, Alex, not for us to... fool around on."

  "One quick rinse with the water hose and it'll be as clean as it was before."

  Seth shook his head. He and Alex had done some crazy things, but this... "There is no way you're going to get me up that thing to..." He froze as Alex dropped his sweat pants, and he nearly started drooling as he noticed the heavy cock ring, the one he'd bought Alex for their tenth anniversary. The sudden spluttering of the pump saved him from making a fool of himself. He should never have told Alex about wanting to fuck him on a slide. He should have known Alex would remember.

  Alex sauntered over to check it out. Seth bit his lip to keep from groaning as he watched that bubble-butt walk away from him and spotted the black marble coating of his favourite butt plug clenched between them. Behind Alex the inflatable slide rose and rose and rose. Seth swallowed as he imagined Alex face down on top of it as he pounded into him. For two seconds Seth panicked and patted his pockets for a packet of lube, until he remembered Alex bringing a backpack.

  Seth found the backpack near the back door. In it, he found the much needed lube, rope, cuffs, two dildos and a crop. Alex had planned this. The sneaky bastard had planned it from the start. Seth grabbed the lube, but left the rest of the toys. His pushy little bottom was in for a surprise if he thought he could manipulate him like this. Two could play this game.

  Alex was still watching the pump and the slide, wiggling his bubble butt, but not even once looking back at Seth. Seth shook his head and made his way to the tiny shed next to the terrace where he knew the kids' toys were kept. It didn't take him long to find the table tennis paddles.

  Seth stuck the paddle between the waistband of his jeans and his back, pulling his t-shirt down to hide it, and walked back to Alex. He stood behind Alex, pressing his coarse jeans into Alex' butt, rubbing against him as he grabbed Alex' hips to keep him from moving.

  "I knew—"

  Seth clamped a hand over Alex' mouth and ignored the mumbling. "You think you're clever, don't you, boy?"

  Alex froze. Seth smiled at Alex' effort to keep from moaning. He swallowed the 'good boy' comment he was about to utter. Alex had done nothing to deserve it... yet.

  Seth studied the slide and shook his head. This thing didn't even have proper rungs, just a strange set of scattered foot rests. There were two he thought were the right height for him, but that would leave Alex with no foot rests at all. Seth grinned. The idea had some merit, after all. "As soon as that pump is done, you're going to strip and drape yourself over the top of the slide." He took his hand away from Alex' mouth. "Is that understood?"

  "Yes."

  Alex bounced on the balls of his feet as he watched the slide and the pump. Seth stepped back and watched him, shaking his head at the realisation that he was actually going to do this in Chris' back yard. Two hours, Alex had said. They'd better make them count.

  Seth enjoyed watching Alex undress as fast as he could once the slide was ready—maybe Seth should have told him to go slow—watching him scramble up the slide was even better. Especially when Alex lay down and tried to find purchase with his feet, only to realise he couldn't quite reach any of the foot rests.

  Seth kept his expression blank when Alex looked down at him, but smiled as Alex let his legs hang down awkwardly. He only took his shoes, socks and shirt off, before going after Alex. Once he reached the right height, he bounced up and down to make sure he wouldn't slide down once they begun. It wasn't perfect, but it would have to do. At least on this side there were ropes he cold hold on to, as opposed to Alex. "Are you comfortable?" He asked Alex while he rubbed a hand across Alex' butt. "Yes," Alex said without hesitation.

  Alex didn't move, didn't wriggle, not until Seth slid a hand down to his balls and cock and tsked. Alex' cock was pointed up and trapped between slide and belly. That just wouldn't do. Without a word, Seth rectified the situation, freeing Alex' cock and moving it so it was pointed down and rested against the slide between his legs. He gave it a couple of tugs until Alex' breath hitched just the tiniest bit. "Are you ready, boy?"

  "Yes." Again, no hesitation.

  Seth grabbed the paddle with his left hand, while he wrapped his right hand into the rope. He bounced once to check his feet were still firmly planted into the foot rests and turned the paddle in his hand, getting a feel for its weight. Alex would expect the crop or his hand, maybe, and Seth smiled as he tried to gauge Alex' reaction.

  When he issued the first slap with the smooth side of the paddle, he wasn't disappointed. No movement, aside from his butt muscles contracting in reaction to the slap, but a surprised gasp that Alex only just kept from turning into a moan. Seth knew Alex was already trying to figure out what he was using. Maybe after a nice set, Seth would let him guess.

  Though the angle was awkward, Seth manage to settle into a rhythm, hitting Alex' cheeks, but avoiding hitting the butt plug, and by the time Alex was moaning continuously, his butt had a nice red glow and his cock was dripping. Alex even tried to push his butt up when Seth stopped. He knew his boy wanted more, and he would get more, but his butt was red enough... for now.

  "You have one chance to guess what I'm paddling you with. If you're right, you choose, if you're wrong, I will." Seth didn't need to spell it out that he meant where the next slaps would hit. Alex would know. Seth smiled as he remembered the outrageous items Alex burst out in their earlier days, like a map of the Ukraine or ballet shoes. Since those early days, Seth had tightened the rules somewhat. Alex was only allowed items actually on the premises. Anything outrageous would mean end of game and cock lock-up for Alex for twenty-four hours.

  "Cricket bat."

  Oh, clever boy. They'd bought the kids the cricket set on their last trip to the UK. "Nice try, but no." Yet, despite these tightened rules, Alex had never once guessed right. "Spread your legs."

  Alex moved his legs sideways brushing against Seth's knees as he passed them. Alex' legs trembled slightly. Without anything to rest his feet on, it wouldn't be easy to hold them like this, and Seth was about to make it even harder. He slapped the inside of Alex' thighs, left and right, switching between pimpled and smooth sides as he listened to Alex breathe, alert to any sounds that indicated he was struggling.

  Alex lasted longer than Seth thought. His legs were severely trembling, and his breathing was fast and laborious, but no signs of stress whatsoever, and Alex' cock was still happily dripping pre-come. Still, Seth let the paddle fall to the ground. He trailed his free hand across the reddened thighs, brushing Alex' balls as he changed legs. He enjoyed the heat and the trembling beneath his hands. He kept touching, soothing Alex with his touch until his breathing slowed down again. Then he moved his hand towards the butt plug and gently eased it out. Alex sighed loudly as it sl
ipped free.

  Dropping it, Seth checked his footing again. He leaned his knees against the slide and unwrapped his hand from the rope. He unzipped himself and freed his hard cock from its confines. Grabbing the lube was next. Seth worked some into Alex' crack and his used a generous amount on his own cock, before letting the bottle join the paddle and the plug on the ground.

  "Ready?" he asked as he grabbed the rope with his free hand as well.

  "Yes." Alex voice wasn't much more than a whisper this time.

  Seth entered Alex slowly, ignoring the pleas for more and faster. Alex seemed to have forgotten where they were, but Seth couldn't. One wrong move and they could both fall. Besides, he loved going slow. As much as Alex was wont to cry for more, Seth knew going slow, hitting Alex just right, was much more effective.

  And Alex responded so well. He moaned, he gasped, he pleaded, and every change in pitch told Seth how close he was. Seth wished he could touch Alex, could feel the sweaty body tremble beneath his hands, but he needed to hold on to the ropes. He closed his eyes when Alex clamped down on his cock and bit his lip. They were both getting close.

  His thrusts lost rhythm after that. Alex' hole kept clenching around his cock, and he was almost keening now. Seth grabbed the rope tighter and thrust, once, twice. He gasped and grunted when he finally let go and let himself fall forward onto Alex' back, Alex' strangled cry echoing in his ears.

  "Oh, God," Alex said, voice hoarse, "That was so much better than I thought it would be."

  Seth kissed Alex between his shoulder blades. "Been thinking about it a lot, have you?"

  "Ever since Chris told me he rented the bloody thing."

  Which was weeks ago, Seth was sure. No wonder he'd been so horny lately. Not that Alex was ever not horny, but he'd seemed needier these past few weeks. Seth kissed Alex again, smelling and tasting his sweat. Seth smiled. "Maybe we should buy one."

  "And put it where? In the attic?"

  Seth snorted. "Yeah, I get your point."

  "I think we'd better move, if I want to rinse it down before they come home."

  "We'd better." Seth straightened up and let his cock slip free, enjoying Alex' moans as he did.

  He knew Alex was going down as soon as he felt Alex' legs pushing against his. He was lucky to have hold of the ropes or he would have lost his balance.

  With a "Whoop" Alex slid down the slide into the grass, softer than Seth would expect, laughing and rubbing his chest. Seth didn't think he'd sweated enough to ease the path.

  "Come on. It's fun." Alex rose and waved him down.

  Seth was about to refuse, when he realised he, at least, was wearing his jeans. Bracing his knees against the slide, he tucked himself away and zipped up before hoisting himself up to the top and sliding down in a sitting position.

  He nearly swiped Alex off his feet, but Alex jumped aside just in time, still laughing. He dove on top of Seth and kissed him, mauled him more like, until they were both breathless. Alex sighed into Seth's mouth and pushed himself up a bit. "So, what was it, really?"

  "What?"

  "What you paddled me with?"

  Seth brushed his lips against Alex' and smiled. "Table tennis paddle."

  "We're taking that one home, and I'll buy Chris a new one in the morning."

  Blaine is a purple haired, forty-something writer of gay romance with a love of men, music, mystery, magic, fairies (the pointy eared ones), platform shoes, and the colors black, purple, and red, who sings her way through life.

  Born and raised in Zutphen, the Netherlands, Blaine spent many hours of her sheltered youth reading, day dreaming, making up stories, and acting them out with her Barbies.

  Though she wrote her first gay fiction as a teenager, Blaine's true inspiration comes from the wonderful gay romance called Beautiful Thing—adaptation of the play by Jonathan Harvey—through which she gained some very dear gay friends and a postponed bout of puberty that caused an introverted and shy Blaine to finally grow into herself.

  Supporting Blaine in all matters regarding household, teenagers, cairn terrier Kendra, and pursuing her dreams, is her long-suffering husband for over twenty years.

  When not writing, reading, or at choir practice, Blaine has singing lessons and hopes to be in a band someday.

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