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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"5b & 6c" 08 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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The two lit out of 6c, at five minutes to church time.
"I'm worse than unprepared."
"Oh? How's that?"
"I don't have my materials and I haven't even looked at the lesson."
"So?" Gino says, "Fake it!"
"Fake it? You kidding. Trying to fool twelve little nine and ten year olds?"
"That bad, huh?"
"Can't you talk about something you know about?"
"You can stand up on the table and do your cube-dance."
"And what would `that' valuable lesson teach?" Gino quizzes him.
"It would show how the evil ones danced, before Moses came down the mountain with the ten commandments!"
"Oh gee. Thanks. Now I know what you think of my dance routine!" Gino said, in a lull.
"Oh, by no means is anything wrong with it. Nothing a few more bumps and grinds wouldn't enhance!"
"Hmm... y'know. I have a have of mind to get you into the `cube' action? Hmm?"
"I've been doing classical ballet since I was four. I tell you. I don't have it in me!"
"Wait til after church. I'll get it in ya!"
"I think we're talking two different things here."
Gino clues him in, "We `are'! Hee heee hee!"
"I don't know about that, Gino."
"Yeah. Me too."
"You're doubting yourself?"
"Me? Not a bit." Stopping for a red light, Gino steps on the brake as he says, "Believe me, if we both weren't ready to conk out last night, I would have drained my balls!"
"Were you disappointed?"
"No, because..."
"The light's green. You can go."
"Oh, right."
"So, why weren't you... oh, make a right here."
"To be continued," Gino said, as he pulled up next to a sidewalk, surrounding the contemporary stone-colored building.
"I'm anxious to hear what you're going to say."
"I know we're late, but to give you a hint, Justin, I really like you."
"C'mon. We are... very late!" Justin replied.
Going up the sidewalk, it was evident, the deserted front of the building, of their lateness.
"Wait a sec," Justin cautioned.
"What?"
"Two things. One, I forgot. It's arts and crafts Sunday."
"What does that mean? You get off the hook?"
"Yup, but I still have to be there to assist."
"Whew! All that nervousness for nothing. What's the other thing?"
With his hand on the doorknob, Justin informs Gino, "I really like you too!"
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"Still hopelessly devoted to me, Adam?"
"Got a piece of paper, so we can start on that lease?"
"After our shower?"
"Right. This goo sure is `gooey'!"
"And just think, it's only yours."
"What do you want? No man has ever been where you've gone!"
"I would hope so."
"Oh? How's that go?"
"Well, I don't know how your rules of play go, but I always thought a man saved himself until he found the right man."
"Are we a couple of old-fashioned men?" Adam said, in agreement.
"C'mon. Let's get showered and do something."
"How about a picnic?"
"Cool!"
Thomas stops to think a second.
"What's up? Not interested?"
"No, I'm just thinking if I'm too old to say `cool'."
"One thing I wasn't sure of."
"What would that be?"
"Our age difference. Me twenty-eight and you being four years younger."
"Okay. So, I'm glad you mentioned it."
Adam's demeanor hit an all time low.
"Nooooo.. no... nothing like that," Thomas filled him in, continuing, "I like older men."
"Old like me?"
"More righteously speaking, `older than me', which brings me to a second point."
"Huh?"
"You see, yesterday when I said my remark about Gino being a cubeboy, I was joking."
"I wasn't there," Adam says.
So, Thomas explains, "Right. Your baby brother was there with Gino and I. He talked about ballet and doing his pirouettes correctly... ballet talk. Well, I compared the two. I forget exactly what I said, but compared Gino's ballet career to his part time work as a cubeboy. I meant it to be funny, but they weren't laughing. And before I could rectify the situation, Gino had stormed off. Then the joke lost it's humorous quality."
"And what did Justin say?"
"Well, with nobody laughing, he took it serious. In fact he was kind of upset."
"Upset?"
"Yeah. He cursed me out."
"Goo-o-o-od."
"Good? How is it good with Justin calling me a.."
"Calm down, Thomas. Now let me explain. For the last couple of years, ever since Justin has come of age, I've been hoping and praying that..."
"Praying? Are you a religious guy?" Thomas questions him.
"I go to church."
"It's Sunday."
"I know and I should be in church, but sometimes things come up that are more important."
"I'll take it as a compliment."
"Do. So, as I was saying, I've been treating Justin as if I'm more his guardian, than brother...."
"What about your parents?"
"World travelers. With my father's work, in computers, they have to travel four-fifths of the year. Anyway, so the old man is always saying, `take care of your baby brother'."
"So, you take care of him."
"Well, I have to admit I didn't have much time to check out Gino, but find he's an okay guy for Justin."
"I have to admit he is really nice... considerate, too. He helped me get in my apartment when I was locked out."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, but keep on."
"There's not much to say other than I hope something blossoms between the two."
"Funny you should say that."
"Why?"
"Well, me. With liking older men, I almost gave in. Almost settled for a younger man."
By Adam's look, Thomas could tell he was `in the dark' over his statement.
"With Gino."
"You? And Gino?"
"Like I say. He's too young for me. As I've said, I prefer someone older, more mature."
"Oh, but you don't know me yet. How do you know I'm so mature?"
"And me?"
"What about you?"
"What makes me so attractive to you?"
"Your sweet smile, this little catepillar under your nose..."
Thomas smiles when Adam traces his stache with his finger!
"You hot bod and how you took it easy with me when you fucked me."
"Easy? Hate to tell you this, but I was really thinking only of myself."
"Really? I thought you were being careful... concerned."
"I was, until lust came over me."
"Oh?"
"Yeah," Thomas continued to describe his horny feelings, "it felt so, so good feeling your sphincter massage my cock that..."
"Whoa! Time out!"
"What?" Thomas says, sitting up, giving Adam his undivided attention.
Adam does the same, following Thomas' lead, sitting indian-style, telling him, "I thought you said I was tight?"
"I did."
"Now I'm getting the wrong idea."
"About what?" Thomas questions him.
"By the way you were complaining, I figured my sphincter was choking your cock."
"Nooooooo... well, yes, it was, at first. I mean it's the first time for me too."
"Something which did cross my mind."
"Like you say, we're a couple of old-fashioned guys, which means, like you, I was holding out for Mr. Right to come along."
"Whew!"
"Why?"
"Nothing. I was just hoping the man who took my cherry... well, it would have been his first time, too."
"Oh believe me, I've been tempted."
"Same here," Adam tells him. "And the same I've been hoping for Justin."
"So, you think Gino's good enough for him?"
"What do you think?"
"He's your baby brother."
"And now he's `your' baby brother too. So? What do you think of Justin and Gino?"
"They have likewise interests," Thomas deduces.
"Yes. One plus. What else?"
"I don't know much else. I wasn't there all afternoon while they practiced."
"Then I suppose I got more out of Justin."
"What'd he say?"
"Everything. The whole time we drove back to Gino's place he couldn't shut up about Gino this' and Gino that'!"
Thomas couldn't contain himself, laughing his ass off.
"What?"
"Nothing. It's just the way you say it, it makes it funny."
Adam leans over, his index finger wiggling, saying `come here'. Grabbing Thomas under his arms, he lays down flat, Thomas falling on his front.
"If I didn't really care for you I'd be upset with you."
"For what?"
Smirking, Thomas says, "For slapping my bod down on all this sticky cum?"
"Oh. Sorry. Like you said, let's get a shower."
"So, you really want to go on a picnic, eh?"
"Yeah. In my backyard!"
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Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.