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A NiFTy LiTTLe TALe 04 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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After Graeme disappears, which was real quick, like he was running away from ferocious zombies, it made things more relaxed for Jason.
Even though it wasn't, Jason exclaims in an exhale, "What a nightmare!"
After saying it, he hears a grunt. It then registers, he forgot about the other occupant. He didn't wish to get in the custodians way, especially if he had only a couple of hours to kill. Going back to the dumb bells, he picked up the 35's and did a few reps. After completion, he reaches up for a tricep stretch, doing both sides. Staring in the mirror at himself was a great help, because Jason could see more than his bod moving with the weights!
"Hey, you want to spot for me?"
He had to let it register, Jason asking himself, "He mean `me'?"
Almost dropping the bells into the designated slots, Jason hurries over to a bench where Yo'Soufy is trying to lift 3 plates on each side of a bar.
"What's up Yo'Soufy?"
What's up, first, Yo'Soufy replies, "I wish you wouldn't call me that?" he looks upside down at Jason. Second thing which registers, his cock is almost in front of his face!
Placing his arms crisscrossed under his pecs, Jason replies, "Then what should I call you? Hot man? Stud? Muscles?"
"I always thought Jeadi, it has a nice ring to it?"
"Oh yeah," Jason drops his arms, "like in Star Wars?" he places both hands on the bar.
Rather than debate the movie issue, Jeadi says, "Only idiots like Graeme, they call me Yo'Soufy." Then questioning, "Yo'Soufy? It is not even a name."
Agreeing, Jason says, "Used by muscleheads who like to think they are big and tall, but instead short and small."
"Really?" Jeadi replies, adding, "I didn't think Graeme was that small?"
Wondering, because he was under the impression Graeme didn't mess with the hired help, "Oh really? You've tried and gotten choked?"
Making it clear, Jeadi says, "No. I am not the one who finds out it a cock is too big, unless I am too big for an ass?"
"I guess we know where you're coming from! So, when do you want to lift this bar?"
The next 15 minutes went along quite smooth, Jason helping Jeadi to lift the loaded bar, then Jeadi getting up and allowing Jason a try, him spotting.
After about a half hour, Jeadi says, "I need to shower now."
"Already?" Jason replies. Having nothing better to do, he could have worked out another couple of hours.
"I only have time when I am not expected to clean up. On the clock," Jeadi says.
Still in the lying down position, looking up, Jason says, "You look beautiful when you're sweaty, Jeadi." Realizing it, "Sweaty, Jeadi, it rhymes!"
"Yes and this is why I need to shower." Coming around to where he faces Jason, he sticks out his hand.
Doing a sit up, Jason takes his hand. Instead of using it as a tool of meeting and greeting, he pulls a fast one, placing a foot next to Jeadi and hauling himself up from the bench.
"You catch me off guard," Jeadi laughs.
Joking, Jason says, "You better watch your back!"
It made Jeadi connect, looking down at Jason's gym shorts.
Knowing what Jeadi's thinking, Jason replies to the gesture, "You're the top, remember?"
"Most of the time," Jeadi replies, looking into Jason's eyes. Breaking `handshakes', he says, "I better hit the shower. You have a good workout."
Watching Jeadi leave the weight room, Jason figures it is enough for one day. He heard the shower going and decided he needed one too. Only, when he enters the corridor of showers, he finds not one community area, but several cabins of separate, each with frosty glass doors.
"Oh man," he says, seeing a figure move behind one.
Having a towel around his waist and nothing else, he thought it the perfect plot, knocking on the occupied compartment.
"Yes?" Jeadi questions.
It was all too keen, Jason `wanting' to look into the shower, but on the same foot, Jeadi looking down at Jason's towel!
"I was wondering if you share your soap?"
Feeling a bit mischievous, something he has not tried with any of the boys at Manfredi, drawing the line between good and bad, privacy and getting it on, Jeadi forgets all that hubbub jive, swings his door open, which opens out and says, "See? The soap dispenser is in each shower."
"I see all right," Jason replies.
Grabbing the shower door, Jeadi has second thoughts. Maybe he should not have shown off his wet bod to Jason, "I better finish."
"Yeah," Jason says. He could see Jeadi trying to recant on exposing himself. Two feet away, Jason gets a whacky idea. Not sure why, he takes the towel from his waist, walks back to the shower stall, knocking on the glass.
"Yes?" Jeadi, like before, opens it a crack.
Pulling the door fully open, Jason replies, "Thanks for showing me where the soap is!"
"You're welcome," Jeadi laughs, shaking his head as he closes the door, sealing himself inside.
Maybe Jeadi could let it go, but for an 18 year old, this was hot stuff and in the shower Jason could not allow the feeling to die. Rather, it kept building, going off on a wild tangent, stroking as he thought of Jeadi and him going at it in the shower, soaping each other up, making sure their genitals were stroking clean.
Most people would not admit it, but others would state their claim to having a fetish. One on the record for Jason, he loved to gauge how hefty an orgasm is, by watching how much white goo goes down the drain. Unfortunately, this time, he had used pumps of soap from the dispenser to lube himself into oblivion, smothering all traces of cum when it hit the drain!
He was also whacked out of his gourd when he heard it shouted out, "I see you found the soap!"
"Yeah," he said at the downside of his hot handjob, "thanks!"
From there, Jason hurried like the hammers of hell to wash all the soap off. With his loins all wrapped up in the towel and while en route to the lockers, he was conscious of being `big', and now not so big. When reaching there he proclaims, "Fast dresser!"
As he dresses, out of all the guys he's met today, it was tough to forget Jeadi. While feeding his moist feet into his socks, he questioned himself on what next to do today.
Somehow though, after the episode at the gym, Jason lost interest in activity and decided to get a jump on Monday.
He thought he would check out the library, classrooms and if he had time after that, walk the campus, ending up at...
"Hey Jason!"
It's like they had met weeks ago, Graeme coming over, putting a buddy-arm over his shoulder.
Jason figured, with no direction and Graeme knowing his way around campus grounds, he would follow his lead, "What's up?"
While they were alone, Graeme sets the record straight, "I hope you don't think, from the way I talk about things around here, I'm the campus slut?"
Laughing, Jason replies facetiously, "Now why would I think a thing like that?"
"Cool," Graeme doesn't get the inference.
Coming from the life Jason's led, other than studying to be the brilliant brainiac he is, his most devoted quality activity has been `sex'! He has found, to skirt around certain subjects, he has to cross his fingers and fib, "I'm like reading you loud and clear, bro!"
Jason rejoiced, when their journey ends up at the campus center, housing the cafe and other shops. He couldn't exactly pinpoint it, but it could have been Graeme's ginger hair, which fit well with whitest of skin, peppered with a few freckles here and there, drew him into hanging with the 21 year old, instead of repelling him off. Unlike some of the student population, Graeme preferred a linen white shirt, as opposed to how Jason felt, a tee shirt... If he couldn't go shirtless!
"Welcome to the raw mix!" Graeme announces, the two entering through double glass doors.
"Raw mix?" Jason questions the usage.
They stop right inside a small foyer.
"Yeah," Graeme replies in delay reaction. He nods, "John Day, on a student scholarship from Mississippi, nice bod, works out," rushes through the other details, "good kisser, small cock," slows like a freight train, "but a helluva tight ass!"
"Oh really?" Jason replies. Taking mental notes, he concludes John, even though a little geeky-looking, glasses, wasn't a total loss in the good looks department!
Lo and behold, Jason needs no formal introductions, rather he's the one who spies out, "Hey, it's Mutt an' Jeff!"
Originally, Graeme and Jeff Calhoun were supposed to shack up in the same dorm room. It was `he' who had set it all up with Dean Martin, trading off small favors, regardless, leaving Calhoun flat without a roomie, which set off a little tiff between the two. The whole scene comes back to mind, Calhoun telling him to his face he wasn't going to be happy.
It could lead to a sticky situation, but he follows Jason to the table anyway. He always had his spit-polished `guns' to back him up!
It did stoke Jason's curiosity, Mutt and Jeffy hanging together, which also made him wonder what happened in the hour and a half after he left the room. He thought it a nice way to dig into their private business, "Hey, you two still hanging together?"
"Jason!" Jeffy's voice rang out from the noisy tables, projecting the Texan's accented way of speaking.
Standing, greeting with a handshake, placing a palm against Jason's back, leading him to the table, he felt most welcomed.
"Uh, wait," Jason hesitates, "I'm with a dude."
When Graeme approaches the table, he was sheepish about it. However, he resumed a normal pace when Jeffy uses a hand to beckon him on. In reality, Graeme expected nothing less than `the finger'!
Since Jason knew what the reluctancy was about and auite frankly perturbed about Jeffy's turn around in so warmly welcoming Graeme, quips, "I guess you guys aren't mad at each other anymore?"
Mutt sat there and took it all in. Really, he wondered what the big deal was. They were both tops, sexually and personality wise, and even though back in the dorm room, Jeffy was ready to `go south of the pubic border,' tongue between his legs, Mutt couldn't convince Jeffy enough to shut up about how tight... It's then Mutt finds his mind has wandered way off course.
Acting like their spat almost never occured, Jeffy was honest about it, "No harm intended, but it was the best thing which could have happened for me!"
It drew Mutt's interest back into the conversation.
Suddenly, the sullenness surrounding Graeme began to deteriorate, his reaction, "Then you're not mad at me?"
Both, Graeme and Jason watch as Jeffy, built like a football player, slides in the booth, arm going over Mutt's shoulder. Because they share something special now, Jeffy replies, "He wants to know if I'm mad at him?! Doncha think if I was angry at you Graeme, I'd have punched your lights out?"
Mutt had little knowledge, Jason none, in regards to the split up of the room mates, other than it was Graeme's intention to shack up with some dude he met over the summer, but is surprised to hear Graeme say, "I'm surprised you didn't do that after you almost strangled the living daylights out of me?"
This made Mutt react, "You tried to strangle Graeme?"
Jason wondered too, could it be in Jeffy's nature, such a nice and guy and all?
"I didn't," Jeffy enunciates `didn't', "strangle him!"
Differing, because it was `his' neck, Graeme says, "Uh, then just what do you call you're elbow uner my chin, you're legs wrapped around my legs and hugging the back of my neck to your chest?"
"Damn Jeffy!" Mutt blamed.
"I know how it looks," Jeffy says in a relaxed tone, "but it's not like Graeme had some dirty moves of his own!"
Sitting in the other booth, across from Mutt, Jason took this in, spat out, "Oh?"
"Yeah right," Graeme says, "It was only my life on the line," finds he's shouting, tones it down, "It was only my life in the balance of things?"
Calhoun reverbs, "I was only going to scare you, Graeme, let you go out for a second and bring you back?"
Blaming, Graeme says, "And how was I supposed to respond to something in which I had no idea was a wrestler's move? I felt I had to defend myself and that's why I did it!" he stood adamant.
"Did what?" Jason asks.
Mutt knew a little, given a short, short synopsis of the quarrel, the angry words missing, Jeffy sharing about wrestling on the floor of the dorm room and the ultimate outcome. He saved Graeme an explanation, "He literally got Jeffy by the balls!'" Mutt made a fist, like grabbing!'
"Owch!" Jason replies, direting to Jeffy, "he maim you for life?"
"Oh, I don't think so!" Mutt answers wisely, sitting there with a promiscuous smile on his face!
This grabbed their attention.
"It tehn became clear to Graeme, "And you told me your balls were sore for 3 days, Jeffy!"
One unanswered question, which seemed pertinent to the conversation, Jason asks, "When did all this take place?"
Graeme replies, "Yesterday."
Because he had just pumped his balls out an hour ago, Jeffy lends excuse, "I heal fast." Then to Graeme, "What about that welt you said you had around your neck?"
They watch as Graeme suddenly remembers he's supposed to have more than ring around the collar, closes his shirt up, clasping it at the top, over his Adam's apple.
"Faker!" Jeffy scorns with Texan accent!
Allowing his shirt to reopen at to the natural `v', Graeme says, "It went away."
Really, finding no fault in either one, Jason acts as peacemaker, "So you had a little disagreement and for all due purposes, you got even with each other..."
"My balls are still tender," Jeffy complains, visibly a hand moving to the inside of his leg.
On Jason's side, Mutt proclaims, "Yeah because you just shot your load down my throat!"
"Is that so?" Graeme puts it to Jeffy.
Rather than draw off his own cumbersome thoughts, Jeffy replies, as his arm plops down on the table, his fingers open, "I like Jason's reasoning. How about it?"
"Sure. I'm willing. Seal it with your lips and it's a done deal!" Graeme acts smartly!
Though, as Graeme reaches for the done deal, Jeffy retracts his arm, "No way! If anything, it's you doing me!"
"You two guys are such babies!"
"Jason's right," Mutt says.
With an ounce of giddiness, Jason suggests, "If anything, you should both do each other!"
A horrendous look came over each of their faces, both looking like they were going to barf!
At the proposal, Mutt asks, "Can me and Jason watch?"
"I'll shake his hand," Graeme initiates the gentlemanly handshake, "but no way I'm sucking his `pinky'!"
To throw off the remark, comparing his multi-inches to his skinny little finger, Jeffy replies, "Trust me, Graeme, you won't be able to sit down for a week!"
Mutt absorbed that one. He had only imagined how it could be at the other end, taking Jeffy's load down his throat! He always thought it a symbolic different, down the throat compared to up the ass. Matter of fact, in his own right, he was still hanging with Jeffy, seemed like this feeling they had between them, hadn't gone away. It was nobody's business but their own, whether Jeffy plowed his ass, Mutt vocally proclaiming his thoughts, wanting to, but kept the scene an hour ago, Jeffy coming on his chest, backing up, almost impaling himself, then watch, as cum erupts, Jeffy falling forward, sealing both their goo in a tomb of chests and stomachs.
Regardless, as it winds up, winds down, they both bury the hatchet, making up with a handshake.
"I gotta go," Graeme says, out of vacating the once awkward situation.
Jason says, "I'm glad you two made up. I hate it when people are mad at each other."
Bringing it into Jason's ball court, Jeffy puts it to him, "Like you and Xeno?"
Flipping the very idea away, like swatting a fly, Jason says, "Oh that. I'm not really mad at Xeno." Revealing something deeper, Jason smiles, "I can never get mad at hot guys!"
Mutt begs to differ, "Like me?"
Not really knowing which way Mutt meant this, Jason takes the neutral route, "I don't think Jeffy would have anyone less than a hot man, to claim ass?!"
Matter of opinion, Mutt ays, "But I didn't say I..."
"I know you didn't," Jason cuts him off.
Jeffy butts in, "Than what makes you think..."
Reprising, Jason says, "I might be eighteen, but have more than an eighteen year old mentality when it comes to man to man sex?"
"And a lot of intuitition?" Jeffy laughs.
Being whimsical, almost prophetic, Jason says, " A little bit of everything makes the world go round," he steals mutt's glass of water and guzzles it.
"I spit in it," Mutt teases.
"Mm-m," Jason replies, "I can still taste Jeffy's cum!"
Coldly, thought no intended Mutt replies up front, "Jeffy and I want to room together, so you have to find a new room mate!"
He was toying with an ice cube, sucking on it, then popping it back in the glass, Jason suddenly bringing the base of the glass to the table with a clunk, "Thanks for the advance warning. Um, like how am I to achieve that kind of magic?"
"Where there's a will, there's a way," Jeffy replies.
"I'm sure there's more coming, Jeffy?"
Nothing much ever bothered Jason. Like the time he eyed the out-of-towner, sitting in the car next to him at Hammer's Home Improvement, after the conversation, which led to the nearest motel and after all was said and done, giving the married man his first fuck, Jason not only got $50 out of it. He remembered, entering the motel room he charged $100, but settled up afterwards for a brand new, authentic, alligator belt!
Now, to alleviate the problem, Jeffy simplifies, things, "All you have to do is go down to Dean Martin's office and tell him you're not getting along with your room mate. It's that simple!"
Another part of the equation, Jason asks, "And how are you going to break the news to him about you and Mutt?"
Mutt lef the negotiations up to Jeffy, "You're going to tell him."
"What? Like how am I supposed to do that?"
Unknowing to poor Jason, Mutt and Jeffy had this all worked out.
"It's easy. Trust me!"
Jeffy goes on to explain, when he first came to Manfredi, a southern accent was an abnormality around these parts. He told how Dean Martin had mocked him in front of the wrestling team. In retaliation, in Martin's absence, Jeffy had paid' him back, his joking hitting the dean below the belt', with lewd remarks.
"Yeah," Mutt picks up the slack, "by the time Jeffy's story got back to Dean Martin, the story went, Martin paid some student to suck off his 2-inches!"
Laughing his ass off, Jason says, "Oh god, I bet that took a long time for him to live it down!"
Having an answer for this, Jeffy says, "Who cares about size, except if you're meanin' a tight hole?!" he snickers, directing at Jason, "which you might have to find out how tight, if your plan doesn't work!"
Sitting there, looking at Jeffy's face, smiling, like a cinched deal, Jason asks, "Oh yeah, the plan. What plan?"
Mutt takes over, as planned, in case the couple ran into a snag, "You're going to tell Dean Martin to make both him and you satisfied, offer a little vengeful scheme, acting brutally honest, saying it would be such a great rebuttal to have `me' room with Jeffy!"
"Wow-w-w-w!" Jason replies.
"You like my idea?"
"I dunno, but you're amazing at expressing yourself, you know Mutt?"
"Really?" Mutt's smile shines like the sun.
Getting back to business, Jason says, "But you two like each other?"
"Are you stupid or what?" Jeffy comes back with.
"You realize," Jason replies, "this means we'll have to become mortal enemies?"
"Cool!" Jeffy furthers, "I guess this means I get a crack at your ass?"
His jealous mode kicks in, even though Mutt knows Jeffy is funning, "What was that Jeffy, dear?"
"Nuttin', Mutt honey," he's all smiles. Changing the subject, Jeffy says, "You should find a nice man to settle down with, Jason."
"I can't," Jason returns the warm feeling, "you already claimed Mutt's ass!"
"Ok guys," Jeffy says, "you wanna kill it with the mushy stuff and get back on the same page?"
Mutt and Jason did exchange words, silent ones.
"So, this is what you do," Jeffy steers clear of the inconsequential part of their gathering of thoughts.
"I know what to do," Jason slides his ass out of the booth, glass in hand, chugging the remainder of the ice cube, crunching it, "see you later...maybe!"
"You going there now? At this hour?" Jeffy interrogates.
"I don't, like, have a place to sleep tonight? Remember?"
"We didn't mean you had to act on it now," Mutt says.
"Nah, no time like the present, while it's fresh in my mind," once again tabling the glass, now empty.
Parting company, Jason tries to digest everything which transpired. For a first day on campus, things sure went weird quick! It flashed through his mind, like-like portraits of guys he met and the experiences connecting each. Of all the people, two stuck out in his mind; Xeno and Rahul.
Of the latter, Jason didn't know what it was all about between the brothers and for at least Rahul's interest, he was making it a pact with himself, to get to the bottom of things.
Lastly, Xeno, in a way, Jason thought it his own fault for getting the Greek all fired up. Yet, he knew from experience, how, in some instances, it was better to stand up for yourself. Upon discovering the nickname for those entering the high school level, greeners', Jason made it his prime goal, he wasn't going to have anyone equate with the name, greener'. He also figured Xeno, whether he was infamous by his good looks or his bully attitude, he wasn't going to be one of those `greeners' stepped on for one whole school year.
His thoughts, or lack of thinking about direction, while he was thinking on other matters, he exclaims, "Hey wait!" Turning around, "Did I make a wrong turn?"
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Copyright 2012 T. Chase McPhee
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