Getting Back At Larry - Part 5

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Part 5 - Red-Flag Warnings

Arlene, Larry, and Alice

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And then it was over. I had fallen. I knew that as deeply as Larry loved him, now I loved him too. Just like that, and with perfect clarity of thought, I knew Bob was it. Bob was the one. Bob was the love of my life.

Dear god. What was I going to do?

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My moment of clarity ended as the lightning bolt of Bob Carson struck me. If my emotional state just then had been broadcast as a news item, it would have been a fire report:

'A sudden wildfire sprang up late Saturday afternoon and now threatens the community of Barrowville. Area residents have been evacuated by local authorities. The fire appears to have started from a lightning strike in remote Carson Canyon, but it quickly exploded out of the canyon and has grown exponentially in a remarkably short time. Initial reports had the fire at around only 400 acres, but fire officials now estimate that upwards of 27,000 acres are ablaze.

'More crews are being rushed to the scene, both from county and state emergency services, but with the fire currently at only 5% containment a request has been sent for additional help from the National Guard. Red-flag warnings remain in place for surrounding communities, and residents have been told to prepare for possible evacuation. The Forest Service has attributed the uncommonly rapid spread of the fire in large part to the ongoing emotional drought in the region combined with strong winds off the high desert, and has called this an exceedingly dangerous and unstable situation.'

"Larry? You ok?" Bob's voice broke through my jumbled thoughts. I tried to respond coherently as a drumbeat of desire pulsed beneath the raging inferno of my emotions. My cock was fully hard again, and the energy that had been buzzing in my body and pushing me to work out was now pushing me to take Bob and claim him, right here, right now.

Upgraded!!

How do you fancy a break away from home, work, your life even your body; And on return have a completely new body and outlook on life?

That was the parting comment from my business partner of four years. He was the type who lived it up big style. Partying, vacations, girls even guys on demand. Sure he worked hard for it, we both did. He spent his cash; I invested it. But somehow he had it all. Little did I know of his secret to staying looking, sounding and feeling youthful.

I explained that we couldn't both take a holiday, but he was adamant that it would all be left in very safe hands  and no one would notice any difference. I have to admit a 16 night vacation to Japan sounded bliss right now and was just what the doctor ordered!

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Getting Back At Larry - Part 4

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Part 4 - System Reboot Complete

Arlene, Larry, and Alice

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I closed the door and locked it again, then turned and leaned with my back against it, wondering in what other ways my world could be completely altered in the course of an afternoon. One thing was for sure: I had to call the "Sisterhood of Three" and let them know what I had just found out. I wasn't sure how they would take the news, but all of Alice's plans were pointless now, and we were in a whole new ballgame.

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"Hi! This is Donna Graham, and you've reached my cell phone. Please leave me a message and I'll call you back as soon as I can! Bye!"

"Donna, I already texted you, but call me back as soon as you get this. Something big has happened, and we're going to have to change the plans for tonight. See if you can get hold of Alice and Arlene too. I can't get through to them either. Call me! Bye!"

I ended the call with a grunt of frustration. How was it possible in this day and age that I couldn't get a response from any of them by either phone or text? Alice and Arlene were probably all wrapped up in setting up Alice's bedroom for the "Larry-palooza" video shoot, and I had no idea where Donna had gone. I suppose I could have gone ahead and gone back over to Alice's, but I was enjoying being away from the fraught situation I had become embroiled in, and I wasn't entirely ready to dive back into the fray.

Besides, I was still trying to process Rebecca's revelations and what their impact would be on the rest of us, although ultimately, it seemed pointless to speculate without the others. I wondered how much longer I had before I had to be back at Alice's, but when I looked at the clock I was shocked to see that it was only 3:30, a mere three hours since Travis had pulled up in front of Alice's house. The afternoon had been packed so densely with incident and emotion that it felt like it was hours later.

As I sat on the sofa, I realized my knee was bouncing up and down with suppressed agitation and a need to do something. I recognized this with interest as a Travis habit. Larry had never kept his body suppressed. It seemed that not all of Travis had been overwhelmed by Larry when my world view had shifted, and the thought of that pleased me. It was definitely a sign, though, that I had to get up and get moving, and I knew where I was going to go. Before Rebecca's unexpected appearance, I had planned on heading to the gym, and with plenty of time still and no communication from the girls, there was no reason not to go ahead and get my workout in.

I decided to forego the fitness center in the building for the gym where I had a membership. I was feeling so good, and I wanted to go to a place where I could see and be seen. A body like mine started with great genes, but it took hard work to build upon that and maintain it. I bounded up off the sofa and back upstairs to pack my gym bag, noting happily that almost all of the workout gear I had to choose from was Under Armour, and all of it was designed to show off my body just the right amount. Tight, but not too tight. Revealing, but not too revealing. Gotta leave a little something to the imagination. Clean clothes and a fresh towel went into the bag with my pre-packed gear, then back down I went, grabbing wallet, phone, and keys on my way out the door.

Getting Back At Larry - Part 3

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Part 3 - Livin' La Vida Larry

Arlene, Larry, and Alice

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"Ok enough of all this!" said Donna, sternly. "The clock is ticking and we need to focus on why we're really here. Travis, we need those names for starters."

I thought for a moment, then began to list off all of the women in our office Larry had been sleeping with, while Donna kept track. By the time I finished my recitation all three women were looking daggers at me. I raised my hands as if I were facing a police officer with a gun. "It wasn't me, it was Larry. Not me, Larry. Remember?" I said quickly to get them to turn down the wattage of their hatred.

"Ugh, I know," said Arlene, fuming. "It just makes me so mad!"

"Well then, I think we need to make our plans for the evening," said Alice decisively. "It's time we made the douchebag pay!"

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"Wait a minute, from the way you were talking earlier, I thought the plans were already made," I said to Alice. "You had all the steps laid out."

"Well, I had the general outline," said Alice, "but I didn't know until yesterday afternoon that I would be getting the stuff to turn Larry into a suit, much less that Larry would fall for my lame excuse to get him here so quickly. Besides, it's not like we're talking about anything that complex. Ok, so we're short on specifics at the moment, but come on, we're intelligent people, and it's not like we can do much right now anyway. It's only two o'clock and the bars won't be hopping for hours yet. There's plenty of time."

"Well even so, I'd feel better if we can fill in some of those specifics," I said.

Alice rolled her eyes at me. "Ok fine, Mr. Worrywart. So step one, you become Larry. I think we've got a check on that one."

"Ya think?" Arlene asked archly.

"Step two, go to a gay bar," Alice continued, "and I actually *did* do some research and found *the* perfect place for you to hook up – The Unicorn. It's ranked the top dance club on the gay strip on multiple websites. How's *that* for planning, hm?"

"The Unicorn??" My mouth dropped open in astonishment. "You're crazy! Only the ultra-hot get in there!"

"Earth to Travis!" said Arlene, "*Who* do you look like right now?"

"Oh, right," I said. "Wow. That's actually blowing my mind a little just to think about. I'm hot enough to get into The Unicorn. Damn!" I actually shivered a bit in delight at the thought. Goosebumps rose on my skin, my nipples hardened yet again, and sure enough my cock wasn't far behind. I fought the urges down, and it seemed somewhat easier this time, which surprisingly disappointed me a little. I realized that I was starting to find the sensation of being out of control appealing somehow. It whispered to me of a freedom I had never really felt before.

Seanday Shorts: Turf Wars

I rounded the corner and searched the faces in the crowded mall. Milo's voice grated across my mobile, "Find him, FIND HIM!" I gritted my teeth, and ended the call. This was the gang's turf, and Antonio was trespassing. My mobile rang again--Milo. I hated him, what he'd done to my family, the advantage he had on me.

I heard shouting, the others had spotted Antonio running towards the exits, he hadn't seen me and I ducked back around the corner to head him off. I watched him running towards me, a look of panic on his face; our eyes locked and he shook his head, almost begging me to step aside. I looked away for a split second, and saw my kid brother taken away by one of Milo's guys--just a distant memory. I had no choice, and stepped into Antonio's path and tackled him to the ground. Seconds later the others were lifting him to his feet, dragging him to one of the quiet corners of the mall. Reluctantly I followed knowing Milo's plans for poor Antonio.

Milo sauntered up, cocky as ever. He was ruthless in his greed for power, but still small fry in the district. Six months ago, I'd been careless when I'd borrowed the identity of one of his men--they'd seen me. News got back to Milo, and he tried to recruit me into his gang, I wasn't interested. This really twisted him into a rage, he yelled threatening my life--but he didn't scare me. Then he went quiet, and the others shifted nervously. I had the impression that this wasn't a good sign. He pulled one of his guys to one side and muttered something in his ear, I swallowed when his eyes flicked towards me, and then his goon left.

He walked up, looking up at me; although he was short, his demeanour was that of a wild and dangerous animal. He smiled, corners edged into a sneer of a predator that's just cornered its prey. An hour later, he had my kid brother and to keep him alive I found myself working for Milo.

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We crowded around Antonio, holding him in place. We waited, Milo waited until he'd said his piece, threatening that his brother would kill us all. I knew his brothers background, Milo was small fry in comparison. I discarded the thought and focused on my own brother. Milo picked at Antonio's sunglasses, but had his hand slapped away. His hands balled, and he mustered himself as the smile returned. "Let's see how valuable you are, I want to extend my 'hood--" he prodded at Antonio's chest, "now I've got you, I don't think your brother will stand in my way."

I watched Milo make a FaceTime call to Antonio's brother--Raymond. Antonio started to struggle again; I leaned in close and whispered in his ear. "Stop moving, otherwise you’re a dead man."

"You know my brother will come for me," he muttered to Milo.

"So what if he does, I got all the cards," he replied with a sneer.

Raymond's face appeared on the screen. "You! What the fuck as you calling me for you weasel."

"I want you to give me the south district," Milo grinned.

"You're an idiot, don't waste time."

"Have you lost anything?" Milo lifted the phone and showed Antonio. "Look what I've found, on my turf," Milo sneered. Then he dropped the facade, "I don't want your shit stinking up my 'hood."

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Getting Back At Larry - Part 2

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Part 2 - Group Therapy

Arlene, Larry, and Alice

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"What is it Travis? Is something wrong?" asked Arlene.

At hearing her voice, I started again. In the intensity of the experience I had just gone through, I had completely forgotten the girls were even there.

"No, nothing's wrong exactly," I said, shaking my head to try and clear it some, "but I have Larry's memories now too, and just wait 'til you hear what else he's been up to!"

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"What do you mean?" asked Alice. "What else *has* Larry been up to?"

"Well," I said, "you three, my dear work wives, are just the tip of the iceberg. He's been fucking probably fifteen or sixteen other girls in five other departments. Wow, did I just say 'fucking?' I meant 'sleeping with.' Well, no, for Larry it really was just fucking when it came right down to it."

"That's hardly a surprise now, is it?" Donna said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Come on, Travis, let's get you dressed and get a list of names. We'll have to figure out how to start breaking the news to everyone else he's been screwing."

I started reviewing Larry's memories, putting names and faces together from the office, and as each one came to mind, more intimate memories started triggering. Larry's memories were providing me with images of the vast amounts of sex he had been having, and I felt myself starting to rise to the occasion again, even though I had just sprayed Alice's backyard with a prodigious amount of cum not moments before.

"Travis?" asked Alice. "What's going on?"

"Holy fucking shit, Alice. What is this doing to me?" I tried to pull myself out of the sexual storm building inside my body, but I felt my engines revving and I couldn't seem to stop it. I had jacked off in front of my three best friends, and I could tell in an instant that I was about to do it again. I had no choice. If I didn't I wouldn't be able to think about anything else but sex. And on top of that, it was Larry's women I was thinking about! I strode over to the patio with my once-again erect cock bobbing unashamedly before me, plopped myself down into one of the chairs, closed my eyes, and started going at it one more time.

Guest Post: The Last Resort by Cris Kane

McKinley Sinclair wheezed as he attempted to get out of the taxi. He'd shakily gotten both legs out of the car and was attempting to stand up when his legs gave way and his congested lungs voiced their opposition with a loud, phlegmy coughing jag.

"Mac, what in the hell are you trying to do?", yelled Wayne Archer, frantically pushing a wheelchair he had retrieved from the lobby. "I told you to stay put."

"I wanted to stay put, back home, but you wouldn't let me." Mac had argued forcefully against this trip ever since Wayne first suggested it. Mac didn't know much about medicine, but he knew cars, and in his experience, if multiple parts are failing at once, it doesn't make sense to put more money into a failing jalopy. If he were a car, he could be traded in for a newer model. Unfortunately for Mac, the best he could hope for at this stage was to be scrapped for parts, not that any of his worn-out organs would be of much good to anyone.

Maybe his eyes could be salvaged. They had managed to stay free of glaucoma and cataracts, and they were certainly working well now as he scoped out the staff of this resort Wayne had ultimately dragged him to. Much as he had complained every step of the way getting here, he had no complaints about the scenery now that he was here. Everywhere he looked were fit young men in their late teens to mid-twenties, rushing about in crisp pastel polos, tight khaki short-shorts and white tennis shoes with ankle socks. Wayne smiled as he noticed Mac's head swiveling madly, unable to control his gawking as one young hunk after another whizzed past. Young women were busily attending to their duties as well, but none of them got a glance from Mac.

"Where have to taken me?", Mac asked. "Heaven?"

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Getting Back At Larry

Part 1 - Suiting Up

Arlene, Larry, and Alice

"Please, Travis? We need you there for moral support. Please?" Alice begged me late one Friday afternoon at work.

"But Larry is such a douchebag," I replied. "You know how much I hate him, and I thought you all did too!" I retorted.

"We do!" she said. "That's why we're doing this. We want payback on that asswipe! We really need you to be there for us though. I mean ok, so you're the only one of us he didn't sleep with..."

"Well duh," I said.

"But if you were a woman he would've roped you in too. You can't deny it."

"Yeah, yeah, ok. We were all drooling over him. But I still can't believe all three of you were sleeping with him at the same time and never told each other. Worse than that, you never told *me*! How could you keep something this juicy from me! I'm your work husband. I'm supposed to know these things!" I pouted.

"Well your poor work wives didn't want to make the others jealous for having snagged such a hot, hunky man. Including you, mister. You probably would have been more jealous than Donna or Arlene," she countered.

I sighed. "Yeah. I know. I'm awful, aren't I? I would've gotten jealous that you slept with a hunk I could never have. Hell, I *am* jealous. Still. Bah!"

"Travis, come on, please? Besides, you'll be asking for a blow by blow on Monday anyway. This way you'll have a ringside seat! And," and she inserted a pause for dramatic effect, "we've got a surprise for you too, as a reward for helping us out!" She grinned slyly.

"Well, hell. Fine. I'll be there," I said as I gave in to the inevitable.

Travis

"Wonderful!" she said with a smile. "Now don't be grumpy. You knew you'd have given in eventually anyway."

I chuckled. "I know. And as an apology for grumping, I won't even pester you about what the surprise is."

"Ooooo you're gonna *love* it!" she exclaimed. "Just you wait!" She clapped her hands gleefully, tossed her hair, and headed back to her desk to finish out the day.

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I received this from Cris Kane; inspired by Collan's recent posts – thanks for sending in the story Cris.

"I just heard nobody's asked Kaitlyn Johnson to the prom!"

Noah glanced over the top of his plastic-framed glasses, unimpressed by his friend Tyler's bulletin. "So?"

"So, I'm gonna ask her out!", Tyler declared.

Noah snorted, sending a trickle of chocolate milk through his nostrils. He wiped his nose on the sleeve of his flannel shirt and studied Tyler across the table. "Did you wake up on the insane side of the bed today?"

Tyler became defensive. "Screw you. You don't know that she'll say no. I did just have a growth spurt."

"Five-one to five-two doesn't count as a 'spurt'. That's more like a trickle." Noah lowered his head and went back to reading his X-Men comic and wolfing down his brown-bag lunch.

Finally setting down his lunch tray across from Noah and taking a seat, Tyler said, "My dad says you never get anything unless you try."

"Yeah, well, you never get humiliated unless you try something stupid," Noah countered, nudging his glasses back up his nose and smiling a shit-eating grin. Well, technically, peanut-butter-eating. Probably not the best choice for somebody wearing braces, but Noah wasn't going to stop eating things he liked just because his mom thought he should have straight teeth. As evidenced by the flab hanging over the front of his pants and the edge of his seat, Noah wasn't big on the concept of stopping eating.

By contrast, Tyler was short and painfully frail, his bones having approximately the same thickness and resiliency as uncooked spaghetti. But what he lacked in size, he made up for in self-confidence. Glorious unwarranted self-confidence. He wasn't gifted academically, athletically or socially. He and Noah had become friends almost by default, as if they had tied for the title of "least popular" in kindergarten and their prize was each other's company for life. Lately, though, Tyler had begun to feel that Noah was holding him back, almost literally weighing him down and preventing him from rising in the school's social circles. Taking Kaitlyn to the prom would be a major coup for Tyler.