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A NiFTy LiTTLe TALe 03 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Wandering, Jason wondered where all the boys' were. Remembering from lunch, the headmaster's welcoming speech, it concluded with telling one and all to enjoy the beautiful weather this weekend. Hawkins-Jones ended it with his not funny' joke, Starting Monday you will be spending the rest of your life studying...', adding a robust, ...so get out there and get some sun!', Jason lets out a fake laugh and snicker, "Yeah right, you asshole!"
Now this' was something to laugh at, Jason thinking what a jerk Samuele Hawkins-Jones. No matter what he thought about the 32 year old headmaster, he could not come to terms with him being not only a total asshole', but a fuckin' `hot total asshole!' About meeting him almost face to face, Jason could not discount the handsome features: stylish brown hair, baby blue eyes and, well, most likely those who laughed enjoyed the toothy grin. Some dudes, when they smiled did not have it, a smile or grin which was an extension of their hot looks, which sometimes would turn a sweet face sour. The head man had a laugh which invoked humor, even though his jokes, meant to be joking, were not as funny as hell. That part of Hawkins-Jones was excusable in Jason's mind. Where he lacked in one way, he had lucked-out and drawing off his high school science, Jason could only swear, "Good genes!"
His final bout with humor, also set Jason thinking about what more there was to like, of Hawkins-Jones, beyond the cotton and polyester facade!
Finishing up on raking the headmaster over the coals, Jason stood right in front of Dean Martin's office. Even though it could be seen, movement through the frosty glass door, he lean his forehead to the pane and tried looking through. Last time he was there, he didn't case the office, so he wasn't sure of there maybe being a `back room'.
Figuring the door locked, out of habit or doubt, Jason tries the knob. It turned. He helped himself with swinging the door open, announcing, "Honey, I'm home!"
There wasn't a peep in response.
Walking in, he closes the door behind him. Sure enough though, there was a `back room'. Only, when Jason tried the door, it opened up into a clothes closet, dashing all of his hopes of a table, one big enough for a man's bod, splayed out and...
Thinking his thoughts, Jason's eyes scoped out the rest of Martin's office.
"Oh cute!" he said of the screensaver, 2 dudes in suits and ties, wrestling on the office floor.
He was smart. Of course, or how else would he get into the exclusive school for boys. Rather than leave a fingerprint behind, Jason used an alternate source, in lieu of a finger, picking up a pencil and hitting, `J' for Jason.
From cute to nice', Jason says, "Oh nice, Dean Martin," seeing the two who were fighting, in action, stripping each other down. He didn't mean to, it just kicked in, the porn movie in progress. Like, he didn't do anything, the movie went off', an error sign produced, `loading', of which Jason replies, "Bummer!"
However, sometimes something bad turns into something good and while the movie was making up its mind to reload or not, it temporarily disappeared. In its stead, Jason now looked at something kind of `interesting', "Oh cool!"
Staring right at the human resource person's file, who also doubled as the Dean' of students, Jason looked point blank at an employment file. Employment', he figures meant employees and `not' students.
Not a malicious person, unless he wanted to be, which was very rare for the 18 year old, he always thought it good policy to know the stats, like who and what were behind the scenes, what makes people tick and so on. He wasn't sure how long he had, for right now he figured knowing some history on the staff members more important than a hot and hairy porn vid, which he could catch up on anytime.
Getting right down to business, he plopped his ass down in the swivel chair and using 2 pencil erasers, typed his way through some screens.
Laughing, Jason talks to himself, "Damn Dean Martin, you gotta start using some password protection!"
Sure enough, Jason whizzed right through, from screen to screen, file to file, until he set sights on a list of names. From there, he could access anyone, from the cook to...
What alerted him, were talking voices. They appeared to be far away, but Jason would bet his bottom dollar, soon the chatter would be right outside the door.
"Rats!" he says, using the pencils for drumsticks, banging out a nervous tune on the desk.
Fortunately he knew a little about computers. Going on how Dean Martin didn't back up anything with ID's, nor passwords, he helped himself to finding an email program. Like ultimately everyone, he had at least 2 email addresses. Opening up Gmail, he accessed the one he used for gay chat rooms, alwaysavailable@Gmail.com. Sucking a file folder out from Martin's database, he locked it in to a new email. Having heard the voices getting closer, with a zealous eagerness, typed faster, pencil erasers bouncing off the keys faster than Paul Wagner's mouth hovering over a hot dick. Over cursing now then when the `pencils' made a mistake, Jason had to erase and go back. Soon though, he had completed the task, sent some files to his other email and before closing out, returning to Men At Play, erases his history and cookies.
Rather than leave anything incriminating behind, he stole the 2 pencils!
In the nick of time, Jason had propelled himself out of the swivel chair, stopped to make it stationery, from spinning around and around and then parked his ass on the leather sofa.
"Are you waiting to see me?" Dean Martin asks, entering the door to his own office, closing it behind himself.
"Ah," Jason hadn't thought of it that way, "yeah." He also took note of Dean Martin glancing to the open laptop on his desk. `Oh shoot!' Jason has a feeling of indigestion, thinking he had slammed the laptop shut and when he came upon it, it was open!
Waiting to explain bought him time to think up a reason, Martin offering a handshake, "Casper Martin. I'm the Dean here..."
Yeah, right', Jason thought, getting up and hitting the dean back with a hearty handshake, like the name on the door?' Instead of mentioning it, Jason replies, "I'm so glad to meet you Dean Martin!"
Having `heads up', Jason put some thespian skills to work, snatching onto Martin's hand and letting the handshake linger. To add, Jason gave him his sexiest smile, which included showing off his dental pride.
"Well," Martin had to clear his throat, "it's good to meet you too..."
Jason realized he hadn't given a name in return, "Jason... Jason Croft, sir," he uttered respectively.
Sitting down at his desk, Jason wanted to laugh out loud, Dean Martin lifting the laptop lid, as if to check `something', suddenly viewing the screensaver on his laptop, which caused him to abruptly close down shop!
He was debating, whether to bring things out in the open. Sometimes things left unsaid always remained that way. Other times, they eventually came out. But it was a nagging sensation which made Jason react, "Something must be wrong with your computer."
With hurried grief, Martin replies, like he's being accused of murder, "Why do you say that?"
He could have lingered, made the dread more real for the dean, but instead Jason cut right to the chase, "As I was sitting here with nothing to do, suddenly the screensaver cuts out and a movie kicks in!"
"Oh really?" the dread continues for Martin, whom by now knows he wasn't getting senile, knows he left the laptop open.
"Yeah, but don't worry about it. I've seen tons of gay porno. Gets me going, but," Jason titters, "ain't nothin' like the real thing!"
It was not surprising, Martin responding in a calm manner, "Then I guess we're both on the same page!"
It's exactly what Jason figured, though he wondered how friendly Dean Martin was with the student population, who believed as he did, "Same page," cutting a joke, reciting the title of the famous book, "Joy of Gay Sex!"
For a moment time stood still for both.
As Jason deduces, Martin is thinking about the pros and cons of making it with a student. These were tricky times to live in. What a guy could get away with now, could very well come back to haunt him later.
In one respect, Jason thought the dean wise, saying, "I have a boyfriend and we are a very happy and contented couple."
"Thanks for sharing," Jason replies, even though, when he opened up the employee files, Casper Martin' being file number one, skimming, he saw with his own eyes, Martin being single'. However, the dean wasn't the only one protecting his reputation, Jason saying, "I hear ya, dean. As for me, I'm waiting for that very special man in my life!"
Hey', Jason thinks, why does he have to know all my business! Besides, if he can lie, why can't I?'
"Well, is there anything else I can help you with?"
Nothing led into this, Jason well knowing he was getting the brush off. As he's leaving the office, he hears the door `click'. He was smiling. If anyone happened by, would think of something humorous on Jason's mind and they would not be wrong, him thinking, picturing it in his mind, the laptop being opened, Dean Martin getting comfy and cozy, unzipping his pants and...
"Rahul?" he looks up, the Indian dude standing there right in front of him.
"Good. I come to find you."
A jokester at heart, Jason replies, "Can't live without me, huh?"
However, Rahul wasn't laughing, rather so, so serious, replying, "I have to ask for my phone number back, please?"
After quick analysis, Jason thinks this the first time he's been dumped in this manner, saying, "Back? Like, so, you don't want me to call you?"
His hand was already in his pocket, Jason mentally trying to dig out a piece of paper. Unluckily, he had worn his dress clothes to lunch, as required and this his jeans, "It's in my other pants pocket," and laying it on the line, "but if you don't want me calling you, I can just tear it..." Jason stopped and really spoke his mind, "How come you don't want me to call you? Did your brother tell you not to call me?"
More the latter than the former, Rahul says, "Uh..um... yes, but..."
It was going to come to this eventually Jason thought, "What do `you' want, Rahul?"
It cut out much dialogue, some which Rahul had prepared when way back in the college kitchen. Now, caught without the thoughts laid out, "I want?" he stalls.
When Jason got riled up about something, especially built on principles, like someone ruling someone else's life, he got quite adamant in thought and opinion, "How long are you going to allow your brother to rule how you come and go and who you want to meet up with and..."
Now that was blunt, Rahul straight away saying, "I have to ask you not to call me Jason and that is it."
There haven't been many times in Jason's life where he's left speechless, this being one of them! He could feel air dry his mouth, his jaw dropped open, but that's what happens when someone is stunned by a `slap in the face'!
All he could do is murmur, "That just sucks!"
He didn't know whether to be angry or act with pity. Standing there, Jason just shook his head. There was more to this than what meets the eye, but rather than chase after Rahul... Well, there was the whole school year.
"Are you lost? Need help finding your way?"
`Both', Jason thought of right away, when he turns around, suddenly things looking up, his eyes set on the questioner.
"You look dislocated or... I haven't seen you here before. A `greener'? I'm Graeme Graham."
He knew the term by now, but coming from this `angel', rather than someone like Xeno, there was cause and reason to be timid!
"Right. A greener," Jason pins the nickname `on his chest'. Also recalling the name, "You were supposed to shack up with Jeff Calhoun, right?"
Why did Jason have the feeling it, like was leading the witness on at a criminal trial?
Nervously, Graeme asks, "Jeff, right, but... I was wondering something?"
Not immune to how Graeme looked', when first hearing about him from Mutt, it's not at all how Jason would picture the dude upon meeting him for the first time. According to Mutt, the way he perceived things, by appearance, Graeme Hammond Graham III, should be short, pudgy, have black-rimmed glasses and talk like a snotty know-it-all. However, the portrait he painted of Graeme in his mind totally contradicted himself. None of the things he thought, Graeme was nothing less than hot'; auburn hair, very stylish, like every hair in place, very handsome, though he did detect contact lenses, in Jason's opinion, it suiting him well.
"Yeah?" Jason was open for conversation.
"Well, it's a long story... You see..."
"Hey, I came to meet a dude," which was Rahul, here-today, gone-tomorrow-affair and even though he didn't owe an explanation, put it simply, "and I've met him and he had to go, so..."
Perhaps Graeme detected Jason's nervousness, "Have you seen the gym here at Manfredi?"
"Not yet," Jason replies, though he was expecting something like the campus coffee shop, which when college was in full swing, was the most widely used facility for studying or special events, like poetry readings.
"I haven't worked out yet today, if you want to?"
Now, another reason Jason loved wearing a tapered tee shirt, tight around the biceps, fitted over his worked up pecs, though it would leave a man guessing about whether Jason had a 6-pack!
"Would be cool," Jason replies.
In regards to mutual friendship, `Mutt', and having some inside knowledge, right out Graeme states, "Yeah, it didn't work out with my roommate. We had met over the summer," the 21 year old from the UK begins weaving his way, "Alex and I were in Belize, on a grant, detailing animal research and..."
Okay, so Jason had to admit, like he's done tons of times in the past, he was way too horny for his own good. When he wanted to be a subject such as Graeme talked on about now, animal research in tiny Belize, could stoke up some interest, from a scientific view. However, right now Jason was banking on the headmaster's advice to hang loose for the weekend. Allowing Graeme to talk on about his experiences this past summer gave him the space he needed to shop the Brit's looks.
Auburn hair, chopped at the sides, punked up on the top with the aid of greasy residue had been the first part of why Jason was growing some affection. Of course, the accent was hot, but more important, a dude measuring up to his a little over his height, his 6', compared to what he estimated Graeme at 6'3 or 6'4, was another factor. Depending on how Jason felt at any given moment, whether he leaned towards the top or bottom role, he was smart enough to be able to get the other guy to fall into the opposite.
Jason sort of got the gist of what Graeme was trying to say, in between thinking about that one special guy in his life, a top guy, whom he had a dickens of a time trying to convince the hot dude why he should be on his knees in front of him and not behind!
"So, what do you think?" Graeme stands, holding the door to the gym.
With very little to gloat about from the hallway, Jason says, "I dunno till I've seen it!"
At first Graeme, whose mind was on a certain frame, something along the scenes of some steamy Spencer Reed movie, suddenly realizes, "Oh, you mean the gym?"
Okay, so Jason's mind wasn't totally on the story Graeme was trying to tell, about being in Belize on a research grant with another guy from Manfredi, Alexander Sotorios. Having a summer affair, Jason caught Graeme's final remarks, something about Alex using Graeme, because he was the only gay male in the group of wannabe scientists. He did pick up on Graeme using the story to relay the message he was `gay, single and looking', saying as they walk in, "I guess everyone must be out at the pool!"
Closing the door behind them, Graeme turns on a light switch, which illuminates the forest of bright blue lockers, "Nice color."
Feeling a presence behind him, Jason is not surprised by breath on his neck, followed by a change of vocal rendering, "Need help getting into your gym shorts?"
He could have sworn the feeling, a guy's hard cock at the back door. Possibly leftover from meeting up with Rahul, sorrowful over getting ditched, a little down over it and how he's always perceived rejection, in a masochistic sense, he turns around and looks down.
He has no qualms, Graeme saying, "Wanna take care of that?"
From Graeme's story, Jason relates, "I was under the impression... Alex... he," he thought Alex Sotorios more the top, than bottom.
With explanation, but not breaking his dominant stance, Graeme says, "Yeah, it's the real reason we're not compatible, each of us with a mind and will of our own."
"Yeah?" Jason replies, not sure where Graeme was headed with this.
Guys who knew Jason very well, from his hometown, Mendham, New Jersey, had knowledge, when it came to sex, Jason could be wishy-washy. One time his buddy, Eric, really got mad at him. He had every reason to be, his cock fully erect after the had gotten each other hard, doing a '69'. What started out as Eric creeping up the foot of the bed, where Jason lay, splayed out, one hand tucked behind his head, the other fondling himself, soon developed into both getting what they wanted, when Jason got `thirsty'. His first time with Eric, both found out they could swing either way, it going back and forth...
`No, you go first.'
`No, you go first.'
`No, you go first... I'll go after you shoot.'
But after Jason stuffed himself inside Eric and started massaging his ass canal, he got so into it, he didn't notice Eric's busy hand. Since it wasn't the last time the two buddies got together for a suck'n'fuck session, Jason brought along a dice and the highest call was man on top.
Whereas he and Eric got along, playing by their own set of rules, he figures he better get the role plan set from the beginning. It's tough to tell how things will go next time, if there will be a future with Graeme.
Spelling it out, like this is what Jason wanted to hear, Graeme sets the scene straight, "I get a lot of pleasure out of fucking guys, but don't get me wrong. I love sucking cock too. Just not feeling it up the ass!"
From the sturdy structure of how Graeme held himself, Jason was surprised by the slip of laughter. With it, off came Graeme's tee shirt.
"Whoa man, you `do' work out!" Jason says of the chiseled bod, smooth right down to the thin, reddish treasure trail.
"I do my part," Graeme confides, firming up one bicep, then the other. Finishing up, he asks, "How about we see what you've got?"
"How do you mean that?" Jason teased.
He was behind Graeme in stripping.
Graeme cracks a sinister smile as he unbuckles his belt, stripping it out of the loops. Making a quick job of the pants, he opens the flaps, strips down over his butt, which means squatting, then standing, removes each leg. "I don't have to work out this part!"
Again, a malfunction of the stern way in which Graeme started out, in a joking mood, the 21 year old helps the outline of his cock adjust to the tight underwear.
Smiling, partly because he liked what he saw, Jason hurries with stripping his shirt, doing the usual, shaking out his hair. Way ahead of himself, he's kicked his sneakers off and because he wasn't wearing a belt, easily removes his paints.
"Nice," Graeme returns to a more astute manner, nodding his head up and down, like a bobbing figure on a dashboard of a truck, staring at Jason's crotch.
"Ya think?" Jason replies, knowing Graeme, by comparison, wasn't at all ahead of him in the size department!
Walking over to him, all of a few feet, Jason had thought of the next logical step, Graeme's digits on the inside of his briefs, dragging them down over his ass. Quite to the contrary, Graeme's hand reaches behind his neck, pulls him in for a kiss, saying, "Man, you're cute!"
Lasting a fraction of a minute, Graeme's hand skims down the center of Jason's chest, skates through the middle of his rigid abs, over the slim strip of dark brown hair, the trail leading to more.
Thinking `this is it,' Jason figures he's in for it, finding out how good a cocksucker Graeme can be.
However, Graeme, the big tease, stops short of the briefs, saying, "Ready to workout?"
He was ready alright, Jason all psyched up and then his expectations dashed. Regardless, like with Rahul and `his brother', Jason has already thought of this as the beginning of the school year and there was plenty of time to get things cooking.
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Back at Calhoun's dorm room, things were getting beyond steamy.
For the life of him, Mutt could not figure out why he wasn't the one on all four, trading his tongue off between cock and balls. To make matters `worse', Calhoun had taken to sliding his tongue up and down Mutt's cock and slid both hands up his furry bod, tweaking his nips.
He already cautioned, "Don't do that Calhoun!"
"Don't do what?" Calhoun had popped off with a slurp and held both hands up, hovering over Mutt's pecs.
"I mean, you `can' pulverize my nips, but I might have to come. You see, I have very sensitive..."
Calhoun didn't allow Mutt to finish. What was to come, falling for the cub, when Calhoun felt some affection coming on, sneaking up the bed for a kiss, on the rebound he stopped to lick, dig his tongue in, tantalize each of Mutt's nips.
Lost for words, especially where this handsome college stud was making love to his bod, something Mutt would pinch himself to see if he was dreaming, Calhoun pinching his nips, so he knew it was real, he takes a chance, "I told you, if you do too much to my nips, I'm going to have to come?"
Bold as he was, Calhoun was ready to turn the tables for Jason, but being he was having an orally good time with Mutt, "I never knew a hairy guy could be so good-tasting."
Wondering what that meant, Mutt asks, "So?"
He was making up his mind and when he did, Calhoun says, "You can't tell anyone."
"You lost me when you said my hairy bod tastes so good?"
They were twin beds, even so, a little wider than a normal twin, yet to lay next to a guy, they needed to at it, arm over arm, pits melding, as Calhoun readjusts the position of his bod.
Most keen to Mutt, he relays, "My turn!" he jumps up.
"No," Calhoun says, Jeff pulling on Mutt's shoulder and laying him right back down next to him.
Mutt questions, "No? You don't want me to do you?"
"Maybe. First I want to tell you..."
He stopped momentarily to gather his thoughts. Like with Jason, it was instantaneous. Jason was a hot man. It would be easy for anyone to get over the fact Jason fucked Calhoun. However, where a cub' was concerned, especially where Mutt was involved, Calhoun lived with a reputation'. At least that's how it was back home. A guy wouldn't have to go to the source, any guy telling another guy, Calhoun was total top and didn't give his ass up to anyone. Consolation, Calhoun most times, unless he overly horned up, would give the victim of his 8c choice of either up the ass or down the throat. Nice guy!
"Tell me what?" Mutt could tell whatever it was, Calhoun was having trouble getting it out. He also notices Calhoun getting it `up' and since Calhoun went down on him without asking, Mutt takes advantage, doing some handling.
"Oh-h-h," Calhoun says, which juggles his thoughts around. "Feels awesome!"
"Would feel awesomer if it were my mouth on it and not my hand?"
"Maybe," Calhoun replies, still caught up in what he wanted to say and what he's feeling now.
"I'm a really good cocksucker, but you don't have to take my word for it?"
It's not that he's never sucked cock before, just never been fucked. For Calhoun to try to convince himself he wasn't having a jolly good time, slurping his tongue up and down the sides of Mutt's cock, which didn't seem to be as big as himself, would be an understatement.
"So, what'll it be..." Mutt was hoping for a taste of Calhoun's tall steak, "You do me or I do you?"
"Both!" Calhoun compromises.
In fact, Calhoun is the one who jumped to it, getting up out of the bed, straddling Mutt's bod, knees to the cub's sides, going right at, going down on Mutt's half hard cock.
"Oh!" Mutt exclaims.
Again, the `slurp', Calhoun asks, "What?"
"Nothing, except you slapped me right in the face with your cock and your balls... They bounced right off my nose!"
Whereas Mutt thought it comical, Calhoun says, "That's nice," going right back to sucking.
A fool-proof plan it was not, not when Mutt started out licking one of Calhoun's hefty balls.
"Oh man, you're good," Calhoun interrupts his tongue. Falling from bottom to top, he asks, as he rolls over, repositions his back on the cub's stomach, "How about my cock?"
Mutt couldn't contest it felt cool having the upper hand over Calhoun, even though it was the Texan going at his loins on his own accord. However, `once a bottom, always a bottom', Mutt used his expertise to put Calhoun under the influence of his tendering care. So much so, soon Calhoun found himself with his butt to the sheets, Mutt working him over nice and smooth!
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Having been at Manfredi for his high school and first year of college, Graeme knew the rules, but didn't follow them all the time. Fact of the matter, neither did much of the student population when it came to working out in the gym.
The enormous one-room strength training room was supposed to be air conditioned, but all Graeme could figure out, "There's two vents. One brings in the `cold' air, not really cold enough to break a sweat, and the vent removes... Whatever."
As already explained to him, Jason, wearing shorts, socks and sneakers, has already felt the `lack of' A/C, "And no one checks up on us to see if we're adhering to the dress code?"
"Of course not!" Graeme replies.
Now that got Jason wondering, the smirk attached to Graeme's remark.
There wasn't anyone else using the gym, Graeme walking over to some dumb bells, picking up a pair of 35's, "C'mon. Let's warm up with some curls."
Big gym, but low on the variety of equipment, Jason says, "But there's only one set of 35's?"
"Yeah, but there's a set of 40's right there?"
He called Jason's bluffs, but with a chiseled bod, he was comfortable with heaving more than 40, same time accepting Graeme's challenge, "Nah," he picks up the 50's, "this is more a real man's challenge!"
Stopping, Graeme's dumb bells hanging at his sides, he says, "Real man's challenge?"
Now what?' Jason thought, when the man full of surprises' racks his weights and heads over to a chin up bar.
Facing Graeme, as he reaches up and grabs the bar with two hands, his feet raised about 2 feet off the floor, "Go ahead. Give me 10 of your best shot."
"Huh?" Jason honestly didn't know. "Give you 10 of... My best shot?"
Dropping to his feet, Graeme says, "Let me demonstrate."
Jason stood there, waiting for a verbal explanation.
Nodding, Graeme says, "Go ahead. Reach for the bar."
"Oh, you want me to hang there from my arms?" Really, Jason figures he's about to do 10 chin-ups.
"Man, you're awesome," Graeme opens with.
There was something about Graeme, something he didn't trust and now he was proving it, without really knowing what was up next.
"Yeah, thanks. Now what?"
"Now," Graeme smiles, encases his left fist in his right palm, rubs it, like he's warming it up, "we challenge that hot sixpack!"
Unsure, Jason wasn't letting go, for whatever reason.
Graeme adds, "Damn you're making me hard. You ready to get it on?"
Right away, it clicks, Jason letting go, jumping down to the soles of his sneakers, "Sure. Want to suck me?"
It was Graeme's turn to look cock-eyed at Jason. He thought he had made it entirely clear he was a total top and looked to beat off pumping a dude's throat or buried in his ass. Yet, there was something which caught Graeme's attention. Every man had his fetish and thick, dark pits was his. There wasn't anyone around, so no harm in coming out and saying, "I'd rather do your pits?" He waits to see Jason's reaction.
He had `gotten it', but Jason loved pushing a guy's buttons, especially guys like Graeme who seemed like the type who got what he wanted. If it wound up that way, so be it, but right now it looked like Jason was pushing the right buttons and getting away with it, "Oh man, would love to have my pits eaten out!" he play along.
It became a play for power, like the two were waltzing each other around the room.
"Mm-m," Graeme replies, adding, "why don't you put your hands behind your head?"
"I got a better idea," Jason contests. "If you want my pit-hair, you're going to have to work for it!"
He waits a sec to see how this sits with his fellow muscle-man.
"In case you get hungry," Graeme follows through with Jason's directive, adding a little twist to it, reaching into his short, pulling out his cock and balls, using the elastic waist as an anchor.
In regards to an elastic band around a pair of gym shorts, both well knew the implications, how it made the balls look firmer and cock stand out.
Even though the morning meal had been over an hour ago, Jason replies, "Thanks, but I just had breakfast!"
Right before Graeme goes for both of Jason's wrists, Jason pulls at the elastic around Graeme's waist, pulls it towards him and allows the meaty part to drop in, like melons and sausage into a shopping bag at the market.
"You want my pits, you'll have to take these along with it!" Jason reaches in and pulls out his own sensitive trio.
"I dunno," Graeme was stumped. For the first time since he's been at Manfredi, some guy has dared to contradict his desires.
Thinking fast, Jason didn't give him a choice, something he learned from one of the tricks he did this past summer, "You want the pits, you take the whole package!"
What was poor Graeme supposed to do, all horned up over Jason's thick, dark brown armpits?
He waited, Jason knowing Graeme was all hyped up, because it wasn't only the gym shorts elastic making him look spectacular!
"Look," Graeme raises Jason's left arm, "I just want your pits."
Since Graeme wasn't doing likewise, snagging up his gym shorts with the other hand, dropping his cock and balls back into the package, he cut Graeme a break, "We'll see," though he thinks he said it soft enough not to be intelligible.
Figuring right, Jason knew he started tenting right away, feeling the hot tongue on his pit, followed by a pair of lips pulling at the strand of hair. "Dam, you've got a hot mouth!" Jason fed the flames!
Graeme's response was making sounds, like he was enjoying an Italian dinner.
Jason knew Graeme had locked the entrance to the gym and probably because his pit-licker was all caught up in sucking his sweaty hair, didn't hear anyone try the door. It was a faint sound anyone, them being on the other side of the gym, away from the locker room. Apparently, he notices, Graeme hadn't a clue. He smiled, an evil thought on his mind, one of Graeme's friends entering, blowing his cover and finding him on his knees, when he's supposed to be a self-proclaimed top?
"Oh man, you're good, but can you get to the best part?"
Graeme stops, allows Jason's armpit to close up and stands there.
Coaxing him on, Jason says, "C'mon. No one's around to see, besides, you agreed on the whole package?"
Graeme didn't think so, but he had to admit, looking upon that smooth bod, chest glistening with sweat, shiny six pack and the little shag under the navel, "If I catch you saying something..." the mild threat petered out as Graeme drops to his knees.
In doing so, Jason promises, "Hey, my pits are forever yours!"
As Graeme went down, a hand cinching around his balls, Jason looked up, thinking he saw a shadow.
He knew just what to do. When the intruder showed, Jason put his hands to the back of Graeme's head and with his lips on the head of his cock, `made him' swallow!
Just in the nick of time, a guy walks in, saying, "You better not spill any of that cum on `my' floor!"
As he approaches the two, Jason loosens the grips.
"Fuck you!" Graeme responds to the hold Jason had on his red hair. Turning around, startled, he exclaims, "Yo'Soufy!"
"Well, well, well," the Pakistani says, making a fist, pushing it into Graeme's stomach, "the punch boy isn't as tough as he thinks he is!"
Punch boy?' Jason thinks back to minutes ago. Things click, thinking about hanging from his arms. This was about a fist to the gut. He thanked his lucky stars he had thick, dark armpits! However, not by any means letting Graeme off the hook, he says to the intruder, "What do you mean by punch boy?'"
It then became apparent to Jason, Graeme not the only one being singled out!
"You look nice," the bearded unknown says to Jason, his eyes all up and down his bod.
Perhaps to get himself off the hook, Graeme says, "Yo'Soufy, this is a new guy at the academy, `Jason'."
From the look of a murderer, which looked deadly, to his beard pronounced with a toothy smile, Yo'Soufy replies, "Hello there," he offers Jason his hand, "I am Jeadi Yousoufian, but they... the kids, they call me Yo'Soufy."
"Nice to meet you," Jason says. He knew it sounded like a pickup line, not that he wouldn't mind picking up the hairy middle eastern man, "You look nice, too."
Wondering, Jason was ready to ask, because it looked like this guy was older than the college aged crowd, Graeme offers, "Yo'Soufy is the chief custodian here at Manfredi." If he wasn't begging for his life' so to speak, around anybody else, Yo'Soufy would be known as the janitor'.
Smiling, Jason says, "Chief Custodian? Sounds like a very important position around here," he smiles.
Even though they hadn't even hit a benchmark, Graeme says, "Uh, I think we're done working out. I better get going."
A hand to Graeme's shaved chest, Yo'Soufy says, "Not so fast. You have not finished `working out' with your friend!"
He swallowed, not cum, but spit, being nervous.
As Jason deduces, he figures the custodian knows Graeme's history, about as much as he knows.
"Then I give you choice. You take your pick. You suck off Jason, or you suck me off?!"
Between shifts, sweeping up the crap on the floor in the dining hall and lunch duties, Yo'Soufy always came down to the gym to work out. Saturday was no different.
Standing there, Graeme thought it not being much of a comparison. He already knew Jason's cock, how far to the back of his mouth and maybe a half inch going down his throat, though he didn't think Jason totally erect. It didn't matter. He had seen Yo'Soufy showering from time to time, knew the implications of the wagering, "Uh, I'll finish Jason off."
Eyeing Jason, Yo'Soufy says, "I better `hear' Jason appreciating your talents!"
"Aren't you going to stay to watch?" Jason asks, as the custodian goes about the business he came for.
"Oh, I `will' be watching!"
Though, instead of standing right there, with cock out, as Graeme's mouth returns to his cock, Jason hears the clamor of dumb bells. He's known weirder things, like the businessman dude he met up with once at a motel, wanting to only get Jason nude, have him stand and watch as he did a self-suck jerk off.
Even though Graeme was trying to give him a satisfying blowjob, there seemed to be no effort. Plus, not in the mood, the sounds of metal dumb bells kept his mind off Graeme's mouth. "Feels good Graeme," Jason said, even though there was no umph in his real reaction.
Popping off with a slurp, Graeme says, "I'm not really into this."
Down on his knees, looking up, Jason asks, "The custodian, he like sucking or getting sucked?"
"I don't know," Graeme says, eyes on Jason, "it never came up."
"Not even in the shower?"
"Oh, it wasn't just Yo'Soufy and I in the shower. There were other guys washing off."
"Hmm," Jason sums up, "a man of mystery!"
It wasn't doing it for either one of them, Graeme asking, even though he knew otherwise, "You almost ready to come?"
Answering, one Graeme favored, Jason replies, "I think I'll finish working out by myself."
Graeme was out of there in a jiffy and as Jason heard that familiar clink again, it made him smile.
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Copyright 2012 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.