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A NiFTy LiTTLe TALe 13 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Meanwhile, back at Coach Leeds' place, whereas he planned a solitary Sunday, by all means swimming, biking around the neighborhood', though he planned something more than 10 miles, he wasn't at all disturbed his day of rest' turned restless!
"You're in amazingly good shape for an old man!"
Kevin knew, by the look on Jordan Curlew's face, tongue in cheek, he was looking for something. Knowing what it was, replies to the quirky question, disguised as a sentence, "I'm 28 for your information and frankly I think I have quite a number of years before it registers, that I'm an `old man!'"
"In case you're wondering, I'm 24. Uh, I thought you might be a little older, like 29?"
"How about a race?"
"Race?" Jordan questions, seeking a motive.
"See that oak tree over there?"
"No," Jordan replies, looking at a `forest' of trees.
"Good. I'll race you to the oak tree and back-ready-set-go!"
Kevin was off and running before Jordan could think, but `dammit', he wasn't about to give up before he even got started! Halfway across the grassy field, Kevin was exiting the woods, at which point he turns and starts to head back.
"Hey, cheater!" he calls out, catching up to Jordan.
When he does, Jordan pulls all the stops out and whizzes way ahead of Kevin.
Catching up, Kevin states, "You didn't touch the oak tree!"
Playing stoopid, Jordan says, "Oh, was I supposed to touch it? I thought you touched it for both of us!"
"Tell you what I'm gonna do," Kevin starts in again, like he's instructing his students, "we're going to do it again and I'm giving you a head start."
Suspicious, Jordan asks, as he finally decides he's sweated up enough and strips off his tee shirt, "Head start? How much of a head start?"
First things first, Kevin responds to the finely chiseled 6-pak, "Stunning," taking the liberty to run his fingers down the washboard!
Mocking, Jordan replies, returning the gesture, "I guess you use a machine to wash your clothes?"
Changing the subject, Kevin continues, right down the only hair on Jordan's front, the treasure trail, "I wonder where this leads?"
Placing a hand firmly against the elastic waistline, Jordan says, "Trust me, you don't want to go there!"
"Oh really?" Kevin wiggles his eyebrows. "Maybe later!"
Bored of swimming, it gave Kevin the perfect alibi to shy away from too much flirting. Instead of the two racing, Jordan at first watches as the University and Manfredi students do the run to the forest edge and back.
"That stunk!" Kevin remarks. "Do it again!"
Virgil Dent, coming over to where Kevin stands, pool water dripping from his frontal fur, says, "I used to do some running myself, way back when!"
Thinking he was proud of himself, Kevin cuts him down, "You could again, if you got rid of some of that flab!"
"What flab?" Virgil pulls in a little of the stomach gut, like he wanted to look down into his bellyhole!
Before anyone could say anything, Jason walks up to the them, saying, "The guys dared me on something, but I'm not sure if I should do it."
"Does it have to do with running?" Jordan asks.
"I would say so," Jason replies.
Kevin says, "Well, as long as it's not something which is life threatening or if it's going to get anyone killed..." he gives his blessings.
"Cool!" Jason says, followed by, "Beep!"
He laughs his ass off, getting chased all over the field by Virgil!
Kevin remarks, "You know, for an old man, Virg can sure run?!"
Smitten with Kevin, Jordan replies, "Yeah," he loses interest in the runners. The mention of `beeping the beepers', Jordan's eyes begin at pec level, cruising down Kevin's frotn and back up, "If Jason did that to me, I might have been mad, but from you..."
"Hmm-m," Kevin makes sound like something good to eat, leaving Jordan in the balance, "Hmm, you shouldn't give out all your secrets!"
"About?" Jordan spawns more conversation.
"How to make you and keep you hard, later on?"
Smirking, Jordan says, "I would assume your tongue could work as efficiently as tweaking up my nips?"
"I love a challenge!" Kevin replies, smiling.
Meanwhile, the snakes wriggle in the grass. A straight guy might've been bent out of shape, but Jason had no problem inhaling Virgil's freshly cleansed crotch, the history professor having tackled the 18 year old, and with flipping over, pinned him to the grass with his pubes!
"Give in and say you're sorry!" Virgil barked an order at Jason, "or I'll suffocate you!"
Jason's tongue, sticking out, found the big juicy banana and it wasn't because of Virgil's threat, "I think I'm losing consciousness, Virgie!"
The whole thing was a sham. Virgil knew what his hairy pubes would do to Jason, even if he were a top. Though right now he didn't have any doubts, though detours his thoughts, "Virgie?" he gives Jason some breathing space, "Where did that come from?" He thought it cute. Maybe part of the reason his cock stood out rigidly!
The others, not having an interest in the flirting conversation, left the two in the grass. Flipping over onto his back, Virgil rubs his own pecs, "Damn, I never knew I was that sensitive there. Like oh my god!" lifting his chin towards his chest, "look how red they are!"
Rolling over onto his side, propping his head up with his hand, elbow planted in the grass, Jason laughs, "I wonder if something else is red?"
"Hey, cut that out!" Virgil wasn't really mad, a result of Jason giving his cock a little ping, fingertip pinioned against thumb.
"Cut what out?" Jason angelically replies.
"In case your wondering, I was talking about my upper bod?"
"Oh. Right. That's because you need more of it, Virgie!" he also tested out the nickname. "Ok. Well, just to let you know, I love sucking on hairy nips?"
Playing along, forgetting he's a professor at the school Jason attends, "Oh really? Interesting. Do you happen to like older men?"
"Depends on how old. How old are you?"
"32," Virgil replies.
"Eh, you're a little old, but I'd do you!"
Turning over on his right side, to face Jason leaning left, Virgil replies, "Oh really? You'd do me, would you?"
Nodding, Jason says in a sentimental manner, "Oh, but I bet you wanted to do me, huh?"
It could have been a trap, but regardless, Virgil goes by his gut feeling, "Frankly, I do like to lie there and be comfortable with a guy working me over with his tongue. As far as labels go, I don't follow this top-bottom stuff."
"Good answer," Jason replies. "For myself, I usually go into it without jumping to conclusions. More like go with the flow and wherever it leads, it.... leads!"
"Well, your uncle, him being your legal guardian while at Manfredi..."
"Kevin told you he's my uncle?"
"Well sure. Told me himself that your mother, since he was the closest relative, gave him guardianship over you while you were at Manfredi. So, if he sees that it's okay, I'd like to take you out when you're off campus, as long he says it's okay?"
"Aren't you taking a chance? You don't know what will happen 10 years from now?"
Knowing where Jason was going with this, "Wow! We haven't even started dating yet and you're divorcing me!" he sits up, yoga-style.
"I bet you could be a lot of fun, Virgie!"
"Oh, I can be a real rollercoaster ride in bed!"
"I meant, `dating', like outside of the bedroom?"
"Oh yeah," Virgil says nervously, "that too!"
Getting up, brushing themselves off, they look around, Jason asking, "Where'd they all go?"
"Beats me. Um, maybe the bedroom?"
Jason surrenders his thoughts, "I bet you would.. be a lot of fun!"
Searching around, they couldn't find a clue to where the others went until they entered the garage, Jason noticing, "The bikes. They're all gone."
"So," Virgil jokes, "I guess that leaves us two all alone, with nothing to pedal... or to do?"
He was aching for it, like someone cruisin' for a bruisin', Jason not feeling a bit reluctant to reach out and touch, "I'd like to play with this. Ok?"
At the moment of touchy-feely, Virgil had no problem, even though his hand was on the teen's. "Slowly," he cautioned.
"Y'know?" Jason let alone his grip on Virgil.
"What?" Virgil kept himself hard.
"This really isn't the right atmosphere," his eyes glance around the garage, "for me to find out how tender your cock?"
Said so nonchalantly, calm, cool, collective, soft in his approach, it made Virgil laugh!
"What's so funny?"
"You," Virgil replies, stepping up, meshing their bods as one and kissing Jason!
"Whoa there, Casanova!" Jason's hands presses the hairy middle of Virgil's chest.
"Sorry," Virgil wipes his lips off with the back of his hand.
Seeing that possible it was his fault, leading Virgil on, Jason asks, "Have I got bad breath or something?"
"Bad breath? No. Why?"
"You wiped my kiss off your lips, Virgie!"
"No," Virgil had an answer for him, "I was wiping the guilt off for kissing you, when I probably shouldn't have."
"Well," Jason says light-heartedly, "you could have waited at least until we got up to Kevin's bedroom?"
"Oh, is `that' where you want to molest me?"
"I thought it might be the other way around?" Jason says.
They made it all the way to Kevin's bedroom, but both chickened out, with the same manner of agreeing it would be better if they picked on somebody outside of the teacher-student realm.
"Oh well! Easy come, easy go!" Virgil remarks, following Jason down the stairs.
"Hey, wait a minute," Jason turns abruptly, with two stair steps to go.
"Change your mind?" Virgil happily says.
"Uh," Jason removes the hand from Virgil's chest, planted there as a means of stopping himself from getting `rear-ended,' "just one more thing!"
They would have both been the same height, if Jason stepped up one step. Putting himself on the same level as Virgil, they teetered precariously on the same step, until Jason places a hand behind the prof's neck, mashing their chests together for a momentary smooch!
Breaking apart and jumping down a step with both feet, Jason explains, "Just in case I don't ever get a chance to do that again!"
Both at the bottom of the staircase, Virgil asks, thinking on the smooch, "Well, you got your chance. When do I get mine?"
Just like when they ascended the staircase, with intentions of getting it on, the pair were still in their `swim attire', nude, only not exactly in the same sexual state, Jason saying, "Like when was the last time you fucked anyone?"
"Why? Are you having second thought?" Virgil returns volley.
Being serious, Jason, a hand toying with the stripe up Virgil's stomach, which seemed to cut his bod in half until it reached midchest, says, "Would have been nice, if only in another place in time?" he looks into Virgil's eyes.
"Oh really?" said, like Virgil was trying to lead Jason on.
"Yeah, because you know I dig all this hot man fur?" By now, both of Jason's hands were working Virgil's bod, gliding up the smooth obliques, fanning out over the hairy pecs, thumbs feeling up the protruding nubs. On his mind was a good way to end all this, "Beep-beep!"
"Oh-h-h-h! You little fucker!"
Laughing his ass off, Jason heads for the back door at triathlon-pace.
"Son of a gun, and I fell for it," Virgil condemns himself for not seeing it coming, feeling up both pecs.
"Having fun playing with yourself there, Virgil?"
Virgil contests, "No I'm not! That Jason..."
"Don't tell me," Kevin says, stripping off his bike shorts, "you got beeped?!"
"Beep-beeped, to be precise!" Virgil replies, watching Kevin make headway to the stairway he and Jason had descended.
Pertaining to their ride, Kevin starts chatting, while heading upstairs to the shower, "Jordan, he's quite the rider, not allowing Xeno and Kev get ahead of him..."
With Kevin in the lead, Virgil hikes up after him, licking his lips, not that the hairy ass behaved like a compass, the two melons looking almost like his own pecs, hair-covered and with bulk, replying, like he's really listening, "Sounds hot... I mean, good. Yeah, `good', that's what I meant!"
A footing from the top step, Kevin turns around, his cock facing Virgil, "Oh." Saying vaguely, "I thought maybe you were talking about my ass!"
One step down, Virgil still had to look down to see what Kevin stroked, however didn't let his attention wander too much, lest he be accused of `something'.
"Man," Kevin continued addressing Virgil, "does it to me every time, that bike saddle."
Since Kevin was `really' hard, it made Virgil's hand turn on himself!
"I could sure use a `hand' to take care of this."
"Only a hand?" Virgil asks, with one swipe of his tongue over his lips.
"I better get in the shower," Kevin turns and walks away, "before my refrigerator gets ransacked!"
Walking right into Kevin's bedroom, it's Virgil who makes a noise closing the door, "I'll wash your back, if you wash mine?"
Without anymore of this nonsense, Kevin jumps on his bed, lying there, saying, "Just cut the crap and get over here!"
Virgil had his own intentions, compromising, "You like 6-9?"
Straddling Kevin, Virgil's balls hung right down in his face.
"Oh," Virgil says, looking down the alley way of his own bod, "I guess I overshot a little!"
Not surprising, he feels a wet tongue on his balls, which made him croon and relax at the same time. Satisfied with Kevin tasting one of his sacs, he helped himself to the lollipop in front of him!
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Meanwhile, back at the ravine, the headmaster lay there, faced down, bat sticking out of his ass at a 90-degree angle, smelling like one of the custodian's urinals, not cleansed for a week.
Two guys had suddenly stopped their running, the one noticing the slim `tree trunk' standing up straight. However, it wasn't planted in soil!
"Hold it a minute, Bryan!" his jogging buddy grabs an arm.
"Dammit, Barry," Bryan called out, almost making him trip and fall.
Neither was really mad at the other, Barry saying, "Oh da-a-a-yamn!" seeing what was true and real, the bat!
Both knew the man lying faced down, being associated with Manfredi, Bryan, the school's nurse, Barry, the school's lone gym instructor, which is why he welcomed Kevin's help.
Regardless, looking down upon the planted bat, it's Barry who confides, "What do we do now, `doctor'?"
Barry Cazadero and Bryan McCord, had been employed at the same learning institution for a `shared' two years, before they came out to each other.
It's not they weren't in contact with each other. On the contrary, with Barry supervisor-instructor of the very small sports department, had his share of athletes with sprained ankles, broken arms and nosebleeds. Apparently, when Barry came on board, he was under the impression there would be college teams and other activities which would draw in huge amounts of jocks. Nevertheless, it dawning on him his first day there, orientation, where he met Kevin Leeds, he found it compulsory for only the select senior high school students, having to take gym. There wasn't any team, which kind of let him down a little, but then again, for the low salary scale, things sunk in, woke up to the reality of not having to worry about stuff; the so many facets which go into running a sports team, regarding injuries.
Out of the closet on his free time, Barry stepped back in when on the job. Quite by accident, he found out, during the sign up for triathlon, whereby two students showed up, the school nurse being gay.
There behind a set up banquet table, Kevin Leeds sat. At first he click on and off, a pen, waiting for the hoards of jocks to enter that door.
When Barry entered; this was before they met; Kevin, who knew he couldn't possibly be even a second year college jock, "My first customer! Step right this way, son!"
"Son?" Barry questioned, walking over to the table. "I highly doubt that!"
Standing right at the ledge of the table, for a few short seconds, the zipper area caught Kevin's attention, but then shot up to the face, "You look different from down here," he stood, extending his hand and introducing himself.
Entering the premises, the school nurse enters and because he was not a newbie at Manfredi, walks right up to the table and forgetting his table manners', asks, "How's it going Barr...." So casual with Kevin, having been to his house for a backyard barbecue, comprised of gayinstructors from Manfredi, plus friends of Kevin, he almost slipped, "... I mean..." he looks to Barry, checking out if he at all caught the slip of the tongue. Then, trying to throw things back in order, casting off any doubt he referred to Kevin in agay` manner, addresses the coach, "How many you got signed up?"
Looking to Barry, rather than Bryan, Kevin was suspicious too, whether Barry caught on, derailing his attention to the school nurse, "None, yet!"
No sooner than he said it, in walks Jeffy Calhoun and Mutt aka `Pablo Miguel Aristo Fonseca'. Tagging along, a friend of theirs, Denny Cummings, becomes spokesperson. The brilliant, senior high school student addresses Barry, "Hi. Are you Coach Leeds?"
Thinking it, taking in the total sight of the senior, he only could wish; dirty blond, beautiful, twinkling blue eyes, scruffy beard, like he was trying to grow something, but hadn't matured enough, "No. He's the man you're looking for," his left thumb points out coach.
Coach Leeds had a way with guys, upon starting Denny out with applications, turns to Mutt and Jeffy, standing idle, "Right over here, guys," he turns 2 sets of applications towards the front of the table, spinning them around so they face the two.
"Us?" Mutt asks.
"Not, us," Jeffy handles both the addressing and the answering.
Even though they were of the college division, Coach Leeds asks, "Have you declared the sport you're going to play this year?"
Jeffy is lightning quick to come back with, "That's only for `greeners'!"
Bryan could see Denny was having problems filling out some lines of his application, so gravitated over to the single desk.
Barry was kind of jealous, but part of his job meant keeping athletes `happy' and involved, stood there, a hand behind his back, fingers crossed and tells Jeffy, "There's talk the state might changed that. Manfredi students may not have a choice in the matter. What I think, it would be better to be involved at the beginning of the semester, than when you're all tied up in your studies, have to think about jumping into a sport?"
It was longwinded, which Mutt didn't mind a bit, because the gym instructor was more than `nice' to look at! Most likely, it the reason for Mutt readily saying, "Sounds logical to me!"
Looking at his boyfriend, he was filled with skepticism and with a strange look, Jeffy asks, "Really?"
Coach Leeds, out of wanting Barry to know, he knew about the fib, glances behind his back. While he was at it, he checked out the two mounds molded to the coach's gym shorts. He especially smiles, seeing the hairy legs!
Kevin was happy the two stopped by. Relaxing back in his chair, he places his hands behind his head and thought what a sly fox the new coach could be. This would be a fun year!
However, right now, in the ravine, the two joggers weren't thinking on sports.
Rocking the bat back and forth, Barry Cazadero, the newcomer assumes, "Too bad he's not gay. He might like it... that is, if he were knew it was happening!"
"I'm just wondering how deep it is in there and if we should yank it out?" the school nurse studies the place where the mini-bat is inserted.
When they left registration that day, the two `knew' about each other, as well as Kevin. For the two, it became casual conversation, whereas it could have been a precarious volley of conversing.
"Um, don't you think we should be dialing 911?" Barry asks.
Not that he didn't think about it at first, the baseball bat sticking out of Hawkins' ass detracting from the emergency call, "I thought you were on it already, Barry?!"
They had already discovered, back at the parking lot, where the two had arrived together, something which Barry dwells on right now, "I guess we have no choice, since you forgot your cell?"
They weren't really mad at each other, just nicely blameful! This is the reason Bryan was sticking his tongue out.
It was the perfect place and time, Barry responding to the gesture, "Go ahead. Don't let me stop you. His ass is right there!"
Standing, going for Barry's cell in his hand, "Are you going to call or what?"
"I'll do it, I'll do it!"
Even though the headmaster lay faced down in the brush, the two exchange smiles, deep set thought, looking into each others' eyes. They were not at the point in time which would involve any kind of emotional contact, yet the yearning was there.
"You'll `do' what?" Bryan responds.
Already, Kevin Leeds has begun to rub off on Barry, "Maybe later!"
Making the call, Barry has discovered, "Strangest thing, the deputy sheriff, he's already on his way."
Already informing Barry about some of the hottest' guys in town, Bryan says to his friend and colleague, "Remember me speaking of a certain deputy' on the force?"
"Oh sure. I know him," Barry says with attitude.
Bryan, upon remembering the first day he met Barry, at orientation for teachers, both new and seasoned at Manfredi. Listening to Barry tell his story, both comical and disturbed over the fact a certain police officer would not buy' his story of speeding, being an out-of-towner, all Bryan could do is sit there, dream, think about how cool it would be to get Barry all alone, slowly undress him. He popped out of his sexual high, good thing too, by the headmaster appointing him as Barry's mentor.'
Right this minute, Bryan made the connection. It's the least he felt he could do for Hawkins, for `making his dream come true'!
Bryan, who already has informed Barry of Deputy Puttski being a decent guy, also mentioning hot in bed, "When are you going to give it a rest? If you were speeding, you were speeding, Barry... Get over it!"
Walking up to the sweaty tank top, Barry addresses his colleague, mentor, bedfellow and best friend, "I'm over it, okay? What I'm `not' over is how you make promises, promises, promises and never keep them?"
"What promise?" Bryan stares through Barry's glasses, into those beautiful brown eyes.
"It's not the first time you have evaded me on the issue, Bryan? Like, you and me, `and' Evan Puttski getting together for a threeway?"
"Sounds like a plan! When?"
Instantly, Bryan is totally thrown into the emotion of embarrassment, felt on his part, but also showing it, his face turning red, looking upon the patrolman, decked out in his uniform.
They were all in the same age range, Barry - 27yo, Bryan -29yo, Evan - 28yo, which may be the reason the police officer felt comfortable with the newcomer. Already knowing Bryan for quite sometime, both professionally and `socially', he's not afraid to mix business with pleasure, "Just name the time and the place," turning right to the predicament, seeing the fat part of the small bat sticking up in the air at that 90-degree angle, "oh my!"
There were two different points of view engaged here; Barry trying to `get over' the traffic ticket, which he was forgiving, taking in the sight of the dark brown haired deputy, more aligned in height with himself, than his colleague, Bryan. On the other hand, there was Bryan, addressing the bat, "Um, I wouldn't do that, Evan, on account of..."
It was too late. Placing a hand around the exposed bat, Evan gives it a twist and pull, singing through a lyric of an old Beatles song, "Twist and shout... oh... no shout," because Samuele was `out'.
Examining it, Bryan asks, "What do you think?"
Smiling, Evan replies, "Clean as a whistle. Good thing he was cleaned out!" he chuckles.
Barry interjects, still with a bit of attitude, "Anyone going to check to make sure he's still alive and breathing?"
Having examined bods, from a distance as well as up close, Evan replies, "Oh, he's breathing." Furnishing other details, he says, "A little work over and... Oh, almost forgot to check..."
The teacher and nurse watch as Evan turns Samuele's bod over.
"Yep," Evan smiles, casually says, "Antonio's been here!" he laughs, toying with the chain connecting the clamps on Samuele's nips.
More concerned with vitals, Bryan is checking pulse.
Barry is looking down Evan's shirt, disguising it, "How is he?"
"Well," Evan replies, even though Barry was addressing Bryan, "if he was awake and I took these off," which Evan proceeds to to, latching fingertips and thumbs, both hands, onto the clamps, opening them slowly, "this would give him quite a jolt!"
"Oh shit!" Samuele almost punches Bryan's lights out, suddenly sitting up with a jolt.
As if drowned, being brought back to life with CPR, Samuele temporarily is shocked into the land of the living, only to fall backwards, planting his back into the leafy brush.
"That's the damnedest thing I've ever seen!" the police officer says. Without turning around, he takes the chain, lifts it behind him, "Here, hold this."
Without thinking, Barry takes the nipclamps from Evan, "Aren't you concerned about fingerprints?"
Finally turning and with a smirk, Evan replies, "I `know' whose fingerprints are on those clamps. Yours, mine and... well that's classified information!"
Bryan looks up, saying, "Whats-a-matter Barry? You look like you've never seen nip clamps before!"
"And you have?"
However, gazing upon the two, squatting down, Barry feels left out of the secret message passing between the other two.
Saving Bryan from answering, Evan stands, reaches into his back pocket, pulls his wallet out, opens it and retrieves a piece of paper, "I think this is yours?"
Taking the crumbled up legal paper from Evan's fingertips, Barry says, "My check?"
"Yeah, after I drove away, I had heartfelt thoughts about penalizing a driver for merely being from out of town and..." he tried smoothing over the speeding ticket.
He could see Evan trying to make up, Barry not being the sweet guy he could be, but rather making the deputy squirm a little first, joking with a straight face, "Put these on and maybe I'll start thinking about forgiving you?" he holds up the nip clamps!
Instead of acting with surprise, Evan replies, "The boy's got moxy! I bet you're fuckin` hot in bed!"
A difference of opinion, Bryan directs, all in one sentence, "Evan, why don't you tell Barry your secret of how you keep your nips nice and hard - by the way, you didn't happen to call for an ambulance?"
Breaking his concentration, because he didn't want to elaborate on how he loved mixing kinky stuff and sex, Evan replies, "What for? Other than the toothpick in his ass and swollen nips, he's probably only got a set of bruised balls. Here, help me get him up!"
"He shouldn't be moved, except by emergency... personnel?" Bryan questions, after Evan had Samuele halfway to his feet.
"So much for your opinion, Bryan?" Barry says with sarcasm.
"I know," spoken by Bryan with attitude, "like try telling the law what to do!"
"Wanna grab the bat?" Evan orders Barry.
"What do I look like? Your nursemaid?" Barry replies. Picking it up, he couldn't help it, Evan standing right there.
"Hey! Watch it!" Evan scolds Barry, poking him in the back of the pants.
"Oh really?" Barry gets even, "I rather thought maybe you enjoyed big things up your ass, Deputy Puttski?"
Samuele's arms over each of their shoulders, Evan and Bryan exchange glances, Bryan blames the cop, "Don't look at me. You're the one who handed him the nip clamps!"
He had spotted, from the v' of Evan's shirt, that shaggy haircut of brown thatch, what could be quite a pec-covering of curly moss. In college, one of his room mates he shared an apartment with, had a set of nip clamps. He almost jumped out of his skin when they were set to the lightest tension and let go', clasped to his own nips. Barry couldn't even begin to guess how his roomie, Aron, could walk around with nip clamps on, like it was normal, clamped tightly on his nips and enjoying it. He wondered if Evan got as hard as Aron!
On Bryan's mind was not the same as Barry, but a variation, relating to Samuele's dilemma. With an idea of who's nip clamps those could be, quietly asks, "This wouldn't happen to be the work of Gio and Antonio Vespucci?"
"Don't ask silly questions!" Evan smiles.
Seeing the look on Evan's face, Bryan was all too wise to how Samuele wound up faced down in the leaves, an oversized toothpick stuck between his ass-cheeks, even though he didn't know the reason.
First time he met Evan, was 5 years ago. Evan had 1 month on him, returning to his hometown after securing a college degree and some medical courses relating to his employment. Like Barry, he had received his first traffic ticket, only to have it torn up over some `misunderstanding'.
Happens, it wasn't an afterthought on Evan's part, of Bryan being so damn cute.
Though, right now, Barry wondered how come it took Evan such a long time to realize the same about Barry, though he thinks probably his own influence helped Evan to realize Barry was not a menace to society!
Putting Samuele in the back of Evan's cruiser, Bryan asks, "Are you sure we shouldn't get him to a hospital?"
"Nah," Evan casts off the doubt, "trust me, they only worked him over a little."
The two in the dust of his spinning tires, it leaves Barry with curiosity, "What did Evan mean by `they' worked him over?"
Not sure what to answer, suddenly Barry's cell phone jingles.
"What tha?" Barry answers, having the caller answer first, "How did you get my number, Evan?"
"Probably the same way he got mine!" Bryan casually laughs. Their conversation less than a minute, Bryan asks, "What did he want?"
"To tell you and me he was free tonight after midnight?"
"Hmm," Bryan replies, "I wonder if he's going to bring Samuele?"
Realizing it now, not before when he answered his cell, Barry says, "Oh my god! He forgot these!"
Over Barry's finger dangled the nip clamps!
Bryan jokes, as they get jogging, "If they're too much to hold, Barry, you could always wear them?!"
Taking his cell out of the tiny pocket in his jogging shorts, Barry stuffs the chain and links.
Bryan comments, "That'll make you look big, in any case?" Laughing, the back of Bryan's hand slaps Barry in the balls, right before taking off.
Smirking, Barry stands there for a moment, oblivious to his surroundings. Ten seconds later he makes comment to himself, "Oh-shit!" He takes one long glance, from west to east, making sure no other jogger saw his hand feeling up the place where Bryan just pounced him.
Facing him, jogging in place, breathing irregular between words, Bryan says, "You coming... or cumming, Barry?!"
"Shuddup!" Barry yells, running along, catching up with Bryan. He reprimands his friend, "Don't touch me there... you know how sensitive I am!"
"Like, you think you're alone, bro?"
Bryan could only smile as the two take off through the ravine, thinking on the first time he found out how sensitive his colleague could be. From the hard pounding of his feet on the dirt, he couldn't feel the effects of thinking on it, but it seemed to give Bryan new zest in his stride, like he `was' stroking himself to the memory of how his lips were able to maintain Barry's hard shaft!
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Copyright 2013 T. Chase McPhee
`A NiFTy LiTTLe TALe', and developing segments of this story, may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.