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A NiFTy LiTTLe TALe 21 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"He did that to me on purpose!" Rodel complained to Jeadi, both on the kitchen floor, after Jason steps over him, Rodel punched in the nose with hairy pubes!
"Way you act," Jeadi sees right through him, "you really mind it, don't you?"
Rodel asserts, "I wonder if a guy can get a bloody nose from..."
"Want to try it?" Jeadi asks.
Rodel theorizes, "What are we doing here on the kitchen floor, anyway?"
"Well," Jeadi exclaims, getting up, placing a foot forward and yanking his new friend up, "I was going to clean up the mess, but you insisted on getting involved, just so you could check out Jason's, up close?!"
Knowing Jeadi was right on the mark, Rodel asks, "Do you think Jason caught on?"
"Lucky he is a pranker, or it could have been his foot to your lower midsection!"
Rubbing the stripe above his navel, Rodel says, "Really?"
"No," Jeadi fake-slaps Rodel's family jewels with the back of his hands, "much lower!"
"Oh, there you mean!"
Instead of back to the solarium, Jeadi leads Rodel towards the guest room. Later adjoined to the house, the windowed hallway leads them to a distant area of the home, "What time did you say your flight is?"
"6am."
"And you are all packed?"
"Except toothbrush and condoms!"
Smiling, because he knew Rodel was driving a point here, "Good. All we have to do is pick up your gear and go right to the terminal."
Arriving at another door, Jeadi opens it, Rodel saying, "A company limo is picking me up, remember?"
Jeadi, who could be mildly dominant, at least set in his ways, what he wants overrides anything else, "Cancel it. I am taking you."
"Yes, sir!" Rodel salutes him back.
Realizing it, being a little overtly `alpha', Jeadi says, "If you want me to take you?"
"I can cancel now?"
Jeadi handed him a phone, everything being left in the solarium.
In seconds they were headed towards the bedroom of the cottage add on.
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Jason had retired to bed with a book of French poetry, untranslated. He zonked out in less than one verse.
Waking up, lying faced down, something was poking him in the ribs!
"Oh no," he feared the worst, pressing his chest up from the bed.
Upon doing so, the book was forced down, the binding rubbing against the barrel of his cock.
"Hmm," he said in his usual flair, "I might get to like French poetry after all!"
Though, when he picked the library book up, he knew he would have some explaining to do when returning it.
Last evening... Rather morning, shortly after returning from the kitchen, checking emails and then crashing into the sheets, Jason had found the `urge' gnawing away at him. He remembers placing the French poetry book on his side, but from the beautiful orgasm, based on a fantasy effort of placing Rodel between Jeadi's thighs, tongue licking away, he's not sure where all the cum wound up. Now he knew where some of it did, trying to get two pages unstuck!
Unlike at home, Jason didn't have a private mens-room. Instead, it was shared with the guest room, unless wanting to use the shower-only feature in the solarium.
The need to pee prompted him to use the full facilities. Even though shared, it was deluxe in the roomy shower. Separate tub, in a triangular shape, the room evened out with a double vanity. He made fun of the toilet, egg-shaped seat instead of round, thinking it was for guys with fat asses!
Nevertheless, after peeing, the thought entered his mind, "While I'm here..."
However it wasn't meant to be, Jeadi entering, almost pushing Rodel in the door, saying, "Shoo, shoo, shoo!"
"Have you forgotten who's house this is?" Jason was literally manhandled out of the jon.
It's not like he didn't get something out of it. This time, it wasn't towels around the waists, instead `no towels!'
Okay, so he wasn't going to use the deluxe facilities today, opting for the solarium shower. Entering, a toe in the hot tub made Jason shiver, thinking out loud, "I guess Jeadi remembered to turn it off!"
The shower was good, but no big deal. He stepped out at one point, looking for a bar of soap or jug of bath gel. Producing neither, his hands sufficed for ridding his pubes of stickiness, a finger giving Jason a slight jolly', swirling his navel around his abs. While doing so, he got caught up in what could be happening in the jon at this moment, courtesy of his mind conjuring up graphic images. He got to the part where Jeadi hurls Rodel out of the shower, throws his ass over the sink vanity and fucks the living daylights out of him. Strange', he later thought, after coming, how when imagining things, the fucker always comes at the same time the person imagining it!
Realizing the time, it wasn't anywhere near the breakfast bell. Jason's first encounter with the `real world', after exiting the solarium, was the aroma of brewing coffee, "Mm-mm!"
Entering the kitchen, Rodel was seated at the kitchenette, a table, surrounded on two sides by `pews?' came to mind, Jason really studying something of the cottage furnishings, other than places he's visited, stuff he's used.
He greets the two, "What's up?" secondary thought, "You didn't go home last night, Rodel?"
Jeadi shocked him, "You got a problem with that?" turning to the table with three mugs of coffee, one cup balanced in between the other two.
As Jason is offered the precarious one, Jeadi smiles, like turning a prank around.
"Um, like I could be making a fortune renting out living spaces?" Jason replies to it.
"I'll gladly leave you some cash for the food, Jason?" Rodel offers.
"How about 50 bucks?" Jason stares Jeadi in the eyes.
Joking, Jeadi asks, "Is that how much you charged for fucking an ass?"
"Could be," Jason responds with pleasantness, "but you, Jeadi, being a friend, `no charge!'"
Rodel, already seasoned with sex, says, "I don't think Jeadi would much go for that!"
However, the look on Jeadi's face didn't tell the same tale, Jason saying, "Yeah, right."
Instead of sex, the conversation turned to Rodel's business trip, him explaining how he was off to London, but didn't much care for the idea of hopping around to four European cities, all within a week's time.
"At least it's a job?" Jason sips.
"Sure," Rodel replies, "as long as you don't intend on finding a partner to settle down with."
"Plenty of guys have the same kind of a relationship," Jason says.
Sitting still, Jeadi allowed the ping pong match to go the distance.
"True," Rodel replies, "but it's not how I picture myself in five years and that was four years ago!"
"He is low on the totem pole," Jeadi uses Rodel's own phrase, which leads to another subject.
"Right," Rodel agrees, "so they give me the trips no one else wants, like London."
"London? Are you kidding?" Jason exclaims. "I love London. Where else you headed?"
"Amsterdam, Brussels, Paris and I leave for the US from Barcelona," Rodel reports.
"Are you joking, Rodel? Barcelona is like synonymous with `bears'!" Jason laughs his ass off.
"And why would that concern me, when I've got my own teddy bear?" he shoots his eyes to Jeadi.
"Wow! You guys work fast. All it took was one night in the sack and you `know'?"
"I have to think of myself, you know?"
The way Jeadi said it, Jason had bad vibes, "Why? You're not going to leave Manfredi, are you?" His heart was panicking.
He had a look on his face, like `who told you?', Jeadi replying, "I was thinking about it."
Choking on a little sip of coffee, Jason reacts, like a dagger through the heart, "You can't do this to me, Jeadi. Who am I going to get when the hot water quits? Who's going to do my shopping for me?" Turning fake fright into a joke, "By the way, you do laundry?"
"I can still be around for those things," Jeadi replies.
Though now, the atmosphere was different, Jeadi and Rodel trading off stares and smiles, Jason changes the pitch of his reply, "Oka-ay, so-o, what's going on here guys?"
Neither said anything, just carried those cutesy smiles on their faces.
"Rodel?" he asks, not getting any satisfaction out of Jeadi.
"Well," Rodel did take up the podium, "I explained to Jeadi, since he asked, about your business proposition, followed by a rundown of the job offerings I assume you will be filling at your new bakery business and he stopped me before I could get past the number one man!"
"Floor sweeper?" Jason guesses.
A fake slap, a few fingers, up the side of Jason's face, Jeadi replies, "Try, `manager?'"
In a couple of years he could be a rocket scientist, but right now, Jason settles for, "You want to manage my business?"
Jeadi more jokes, "I have the balls!"
"I know about `that' part of your resume, Jeadi, but... Can you do it?"
"He's very good in bed," Rodel says.
"Uh, yeah?" Jason questions the magniloquence of words. "Like how would that go, Rodel?"
He got himself into it, a naughty thought, impregnating his mind, brought on by the luscious sex they had last night. Changing his mind, he sat silent.
"Oh fuck, don't leave me hanging, Rodel!"
Rather than having Rodel on the spot, Jeadi opens up, "What he means is, if I get a whim for him to lick me here or suck me there, I tell him and he does it."
"Oh, I get it," even though Jason `did' get it, "if you get horny on the job, you're going to take one of our employees to the ovens in the back and start cooking?"
Likewise, Jeadi got the message, the horny stab, "Cooks cook. Bakers bake."
"And managers manage!" Rodel makes it clear.
The two look to Rodel, Jason saying, "If I only had a brain!"
Cordially, Jeadi says, "We already know you have a heart."
"Doesn't he say the sweetest things?" Rodel replies.
"Yeah," Jason says, because of last night, his hopes cut short, "all words and no action!"
Rodel says, "Well, while I am away, I don't mind if you look after him, Jason?"
"Yeah, right," Jason shoots Jeadi a quirky smile. Standing, "I've got to get ready."
It was 5am, Jeadi saying, "Breakfast is not until 8?"
Even though he jerked off last night and this morning, Jason replies, "I gotta get my morning whack-off, before I go jogging!"
"What happens if you meet someone along the way," Jeadi asks.
"Hey, I'm not as old as you guys. Haven't you heard? Teenage testosterone is an ongoing thing. We don't have to think about remanufacturing it, happens on auto-pilot."
"Makes sense," Rodel replies.
Jeadi says, "Even though I'm older, that part of me hasn't changed yet."
"Knock on wood," Rodel knocks on the table.
"Okay, well I have to get going." Nodding, he says, "Have a good trip, Rodel. Bring me back a nice cub from Barcelona!"
Back in his room, Jason goes to the closet, but lo and behold, he hadn't unpacked. The uniforms were preordered, sent out to residences, Jason having left the shirts sealed in the dry cleaning bags. Tearing into one like a vengeance, he almost did it the same as the yogurt seeping down his bod. He wonders if that's why there was a film on the surface of the cold hot tub water. Whatever, he unfolds a shirt, eyeing up the windowpane wrinkles.
Leaving for his day, Jason found, as with last night, he was alone. Even walking from the cottage to the main campus, he sensed a terrible loneliness. He had an appreciation for nature, trees, other greenery, the sounds of songbirds and other creatures, but it wasn't those which he was caught up in, but the solitary matters of the heart, mind and other bodily features.
Thinking on the pairings up over the past few days, how they could have encompassed himself and the other guy, he concluded his thoughts with Jeadi and Rodel.
Breaking out of the forest scene, walking out into the mainstream of campus life, he reckoned back on his father's words, college was for studying', building up knowledge and all that rot', Jason let out a giggle. Yet, even though his head was down as he walked towards the breakfast hall, the occasional heads up made him stare. Each time, a short glimpse at a hot guy instantly conjured up a scenario.
As quick as it came, it left and all the wishful thinking, dismissed, bringing him into the dining hall.
Seeing paired friends, Mutt and Jeffy, Ian and Scott, Xeno and Rahul working, suggestive of pairing up with guys, faculty members, Kevin and Virgil, it made Jason feel like he should be paired up with some guy.
Across the way, walking his tray towards the student section, he spotted his chorus teacher. He would have loved to have sat with him, yet he didn't want to make `him' feel uncomfortable. Too, maybe he was reading into things which happen on the first day of classes, an interest misconstrued.
Looking around, Xeno wasn't there, which made him wonder whom he slept with last night; the trucker, waiter or Kev? He knew he smiled, thinking of all three, yet the waiter was most prominent, lasting vision of Rodel's Barcelona trip. He catches himself speaking out loud, reflecting on a luggage tag attached to the ear of a bear cub, arriving with Rodel, in a subdued tone, "Wouldn't that be sweet!"
Seeing a fork waving in the air, he nods towards the twirler, Jeffy.
"Hey, guys," he greets Mutt and his boyfriend.
"You alone?" Mutt asks.
Assuming, Jason thinks on it, like asking if he met anyone, "Yeah. How's the eggs today?"
Mutt got the message, Jason not wanting to talk about it, Jeffy jumping in, "Really good. You should try the sausage."
It earned him a kick under the table from Mutt!
Responding to the under-the-table warning, Jeffy replies, "I didn't mean it `that' way?"
Shooting down all their hopeful wishes, Jason says, "I spent the night reading French poetry," leaving out a gooey episode.
"You didn't get off?" it concerned Jeffy.
Mutt nudges Jeffy with his elbow, "Don't mind him. His mind is always on himself," changing subjects, "How did you like your first after school coaching session with Maestro Korkmaz?"
"I start today."
"If you need any extra help?" Mutt offers.
Wanting to help Jason, Jeffy says, "I can help too?"
Friendly enough, Jason says, "I'll let you know when I need a blow job, Jeffy... Thanks, Mutt."
The rest of the meal, Mutt and Jeffy talked mostly about themselves, Jason excusing himself, "I forgot a book."
Returning to the cottage, he entered, feeling the loneliness of silence. If by chance, Jason calls out, "Jeadi?!"
"Guess not," It drove him to move fast, pulling the pencils he left in several pages of his French poetry book, with purpose of separating the drying pages.
"Sweet!"
Dried out from moistening the cum-soiled pages, Jason squashes the book closed, stashes it in his backpack and slings it over a shoulder.
Exiting, he slams right into Jeadi, the custodian entering.
"I didn't see you at breakfast, Jeadi?" Jason inquires, feeling up from chest to stomach, the place where their bods met.
"Fog."
"Fog?" Jason figured all too well about planes and precipitation!
"Rodel's plane was delayed, so we checked into the airport motel for two hours."
"You don't have to explain to me, Jeadi... I need to go."
"Jason?" Jeadi calls to his back.
"What?" Jason turns sideways.
Jeadi wanted to say something about himself and Jason, where the hot tub together could have led, but freaked out, "Thank you for allowing Rodel to stay last night."
Thrown off, thinking something else was coming, Jason cheerily says, "Mi casa y su casa!"
Holding the door still open, he shot himself down for his original thinking, if he met up with Jason, about returning for Rodel's skivvies left by the hot tub. Then, felt cowardly, Jeadi thinking on divulging his real feelings and not doing so. True, immediate feelings consumed him, thinking about Jason, a sense of wanting to meet up with a true friend and lover, in the mean time being a lonely soul. He made it his business, to keep an eye on Jason. Original feelings, he thought there could be more between them, but being a friend could prove just as effective.
As for Jason, his mind was on the same plane, torn between relationship vs. friendship, the latter winning out. Psyching himself out, he chose to view this as one of life's little moments of teaching him something. Sure, he had feelings for Jeadi, but part of those feelings were brought on by the physical. He knew he liked hairy guys, but Jeadi's total features began to consume him, until he was drawn back by traits like caring, which he sensed at the cottage door.
With a short fifteen minutes before math class, he found himself walking up to the plate glass front of the library. Realizing truth in his thinking, like a reflection of the past few years of his life passing by, in the blink of an eye, he murmurs to himself, "Like, what was I thinking?"
He stopped his stepping, paces of his life coming to a halt. It's not that this hasn't come over him before and as he stood there before the crystal fortress, a palace of paper and knowledge, Jason finally declared his major, education and not the tail wind of seeking out the perfect male for himself.
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Copyright 2013 T. Chase McPhee
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