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A NiFTy LiTTLe TALe 07 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Through the whole meal, Jason and his two new friends had a blast, talking about mainly what Mutt and Jeffy did today, of which Jason picks up on one of the subjects, "You two better quit that talk or else you're gonna make me hard!"
They laugh, Mutt reminding, "At least you have a table to hide it?"
Sometimes Jason's train of thought would wander, being in direct line across the room, in Kevin Leeds' line of fire. More than once he and the science professor made eye contact, followed by a mutual smile.
"Um, yeah, but I better quit while I'm ahead!"
Arriving at meals on time was standard protocol, but leaving at the student's option, Jason says, "See you guys later."
Leaving, Jason spies Xeno out of the corner of his eye, getting out of his chair. Thinking nothing of it, he's less wary of it, when Xeno heads in his direction. Jason does an about face and heads out of the dining room. Almost feeling his presence, like hairs standing up on his neck, Jason does a complete turnaround and assumes a ninja turtle position, "I'm warning you Xeno. I know karate!"
"You can put your defenses down. I want to make a truce."
He stood his ground for all of 15 seconds, but how could Jason `not' let his defenses down, with Xeno's lush chest, under the white shirt, facing him?
Apparently, after getting casual, removing the tie, the Greek had opened his shirt to a `v'.
"You're not going to beat me to a pulp, are you Xeno?"
"No. In fact I want to fully apologize to you for my outburst at lunch today. I have smoothed it over with the headmaster and took all responsibility for what happened."
"Really?" Jason was doubtful, but nonetheless, "Thanks." Breaking out of the Leonardo pose, casually dropping his arms to his side, "Like why are you telling me this," he says out of skepticism.
"No reason, except I would rather be your friend and not your enemy?"
Still Jason was leery, but he wanted to think on his little problem, the one regarding `uncle', which seems like it slowly was being blown out of proportion. "Well, thanks Xeno, but I've got to go."
Xeno blocks his way, "I wish you would allow me to make it up to you?"
He wanted to run, but some aura was making Jason's feet stick to the floor, "You don't have to make anything up to me Xeno. It's okay to call you Xeno, isn't it?"
It didn't matter what Xeno felt at this point. Upon leaving the headmaster's office, Hawkins had impressed upon him to do whatever it took to make peace with Jason, unknown to him the headmaster had a few incoming greeners who fit his prospectus for extra curricular activities.
"You call me what you like. It's catchy. Some of the others are calling me `Xeno'." Making it sound okay, "I like it."
"Hm-m, wasn't sure. I thought maybe... Well, it might be part of why you went ballistic on me?"
It was, but thinking back to the man who held the reins over him, the headmaster's words, Xeno brushed it off, "Trust me, it's fine."
"Cool. Well thanks again," Jason walks around Xeno's blocking shoulder, "but I've got something really important to do."
"Me too," Xeno replies.
"Cool. See you later maybe."
Xeno stood there, the 20yo Greek knowing if he didn't follow through on an unwritten ritual of student life at Manfredi, he could be in big trouble, not with Hawkins, but Poul, "Wait!"
"Sorry," Jason impresses, "but I've got to go."
"I need to tell you something more!" he raced after Jason until he stopped.
Jason knew he had to figure things out, but licked his lips, a trait whether he spotted a man shirtless or with his cock and balls handing out. Appealing to him, he once again lay eyes on the pattern behind the shirt, "Ok. What's up Xeno?"
"I must do something for you."
Totally weird sounding, Jason repeats, "Do something for me, Xeno?"
"A ritual. From my heritage," Xeno was making it up as he went along, "that when a man apologizes, he must right his wrong and humble himself."
Thinking briefly on it, Jason questions, "Is this Greek Mythology?"
"No. It is the Manfredi way."
Skeptical, especially since something as weird as Poul Olaf fucking a dude in the mens room, turning right around and offering his back up for some target practice, with his own belt, Jason grows suspicious, simply curious to hear him out, "Okay Xeno, what's the `Manfredi way'?"
"I have to show you the real intentions of my apology and humble self, pleasure you.... get you erect... motivate you to hard and then as a symbol of forgiveness, take your load inside of me."
Jason had to admit Xeno psyched him out with this one, "In other words you want to give me a blow job and after you get me nice and stiff, I'm supposed to make you feel repentant by... does it say," Jason makes like his hand is a scratch pad, "whether the creamy stuff goes down your throat or up your ass?"
"That is your call."
"Cool, Xeno, because `my call' right now is go do something really important now."
Ready to dispute, they are both sidetracked by Poul and his buds, leaving the dining hall. Passing by them, Poul slaps his hand against the Greek's ass, commenting, "You two making things right?" Then, trailing off, his words fading, "Don't disappoint me, Xeno!"
Two things act on Jason's reconsideration, Kevin Leeds' warning about Poul and Xeno's desperation. After the noisy band enter the stairway, are out of sight, Jason has a change of heart, whether against Poul' or feeling sorry for Xeno', says, "Hey, ya know, I'm kind of... Horny as hell and a blow job about now would feel good. Got a place?"
There weren't many words between the two, mostly talk about campus life at Manfredi, as Xeno leads him up the stairs, to the third floor, walking a few doors past Mutt and Jeffy's room.
"Would my room be okay?" Xeno already has the door open, punching in 4 numbers.
From almost being a resident of the third floor, he knows what background the roomers hail from, implying wealth, "Your daddy a Greek shipping magnate?"
Before Xeno could answer, Jason backtracks, "By the way, I didn't know the rooms had such sophisticated locks?" He meant the number system in lieu of a key.
"Only in this wing," Xeno replies.
He heard the lock, after Xeno led him inside the dreary room. Jason just had to comment on the walls, "Black? How cheery!"
As Jason turns around, it wasn't only the black in the room, facing Xeno's shirtless bod!"
"Like oh my god!" is all Jason could think of, Xeno's black hair over his pecs, right up to the top of his shoulders. Mid chest gave way to a wide swath of lush bushing, narrower as it courses down his abs, opening to a swirl around his navel, then a darker stripe embedded in his trail to...
"Do you like a hairy man?"
Joking, Jason replies, "If I didn't, would you turn and run?"
"You don't like me?"
This was getting more bizarre by the minute. Hours ago the man was ready to choke the living daylights out of him and now Jason was supposed to feel all chummy with him?
One thing in particular irked him, "What does Poul have hanging over your head, Xeno?"
Plopping his ass down on his bed, Xeno renders in a drab tone, "It is not only Poul. It is..."
It was like Xeno was looking down his own hairy bod, deliberating on his own crotch, but there was nothing sexual about his depressed mood, one hand attacking the other hand's fingernail. He finally opens up, "Almost as soon as I came to Manfredi and part of this is of my father's doing, enrolling me in an all boys college..."
Listening, Jason got the impression Xeno and his father didn't get along. Also, by sending Xeno to Manfredi, the father places all authority on those in charge.
Continuing his story of an almost completely stoic lifestyle, Xeno says, "You would think the headmaster is in charge, but I wonder, if it is Hawkins or Poul Olaf?!"
Doubly-weird, Jason wondered how he fit into all of this. According to how Poul treated him, it didn't fit into Xeno's story, though he knew Xeno would not be able to explain it. Only Poul would have the answer to that. Right now, sitting down next to Xeno on the bed, all Jason could think of is, "I want to save you Xeno."
"Save me?"
Sure, it sounded a little strange, Jason not sure why he put it in this perspective, but he thought of Xeno being in a situation he couldn't handle himself, "I think you're getting the short end of the stick."
As Xeno's history unraveled, Jason received a concise version of the first two years at Manfredi. His own conclusions, it wasn't Poul who single-handedly ruled Manfredi, but more a dual relationship with Hawkins. Secondly, from how Xeno talked about family life growing up, a father-son relationship never existed in the one-parent home, rather Xeno brought up by a nanny, until a family member took over his latter years as a teenager. From his extended family, Xeno learned his father was not his biological parent, yet was responsible for him until the age of 21.
"Deep," Jason called it, "yet it's not like I haven't heard of other guys in the same position you are in, except this stuff with Poul."
"To tell you about Poul would take a very long time."
Flopping backwards, at an angle so his head hit the pillow, Jason says, "I happen to have a very long time, Xeno!"
It made Xeno look, Jason's shirt buttons pulling at his bod. In all respect, the Greek wanted to follow Jason's lead, if that is what it was, to get busy on him with his tongue, but replies, "I need to report back to Poul in forty-five minutes. I can't explain, but I will. Not right now?"
Not which he was certain, Jason asks, "And what is it you have to report back to your `master'?"
"You mention `master'. It is not too far from the truth."
"Truth?"
"I have to act like your slave and give you whatever you want. Poul is convinced you can be rough. He wants you to take personal vengeance on me."
"Personal vengeance, is it? Hmm, that's a new one on me," Jason replies. Though, the angle at which Xeno was facing him, from sitting to half turned towards him, it would take little effort to swing his leg, his foot catching Xeno between the legs. Thinking, that would be Poul's style of vengeance, Jason figures. Instead of pain, Jason offers up, "Slave, huh? I think I can work with that!"
Slipping from the bed, Xeno stood. Unbuckling his belt, kicking his shoes off at the same time, he says with all seriousness, "I will assume any position for your pleasure."
He wasn't sure if Xeno was totally on the level with him, or if indeed it took hours upon hours for him to tell the whole truth about Poul Olaf. Right now though, Xeno starting to bare himself was getting too hot to handle! Knowing the drill, since he's played the authoritarian game before, makes it worth both their while, "Yeah, get those clothes off boy and when you're done you can strip me!"
It impressed Xeno, "You. You know about these games?"
Now Jason wasn't 100% sure where Xeno was headed with this, but since he was leading, "Got any rope?"
It opened up a whole new vein of talking about Poul, Xeno probably telling more than he should. By the time Xeno has stripped himself down and Jason, there's more of an understanding of exactly what happens around here on a Saturday night, Jason asking, "My question now is, why you are bowing to Poul's and the headmaster's orders, Xeno, when you know your father doesn't care piddly-squat about you?"
Xeno tries to impress upon Jason of Hawkins calling his father and telling him he's behaving wildly.
"And you believed him?" Jason doubts.
By now, Xeno has crawled back on the bed and intent on both, following through with Poul's wishes and that of Jason's longings, replies, "I can't take any chances."
Jason finishes off the Greek's thoughts, "Because you don't have any real money until your twenty-one?"
"That is it. My father would pull me out of Manfredi and same time kick me out of his house. What do I do then?"
Joking, Jason says, "Come live with me?"
It struck a chord, whether either took it as sweet affection or not, more an urge, Xeno looking over Kevin's smooth bod, except for the dark-haired armpits Jason flashes when placing his hands behind his head and the wiggly treasure trail, "All right if we suspend our talk?"
It's then Jason, seeing Xeno on all fours, slightly makes out what's hanging from his torso, "Uh, yeah. I'd say so!"
He wasn't brilliant at giving a blow job, but adequate. However, playing a bottom to Xeno wasn't doing it for Jason.
"Hey, Xeno?"
"What?" Xeno slurps off the tip of Jason's cock.
Scooting up, withdrawing his bod from under Xeno's tunneled bod, Jason says, "Trade places."
"Trade?" Xeno asks.
"Yeah. I don't care how you report it to Poul. He can run your life, which I seriously think ought not be the case, but he's not running mine!"
From there things ran a lot, lot smoother. In no time at all, probably from lots of practice, Jason had Xeno moaning. It's not like Jason wasn't getting anything out of it himself. Working his way up the bear's bod, he found out how sensitive Xeno could be, tongue and teeth tantalizing his hot nips!
Literally, Jason found out how much Xeno liked it, getting poked by a growing stalk!
"Don't stop... Please?" Xeno asks politely.
Inching his way back down, a want, Jason replies, "Remember you're still under my control, boy!"
Not at all laced with authority, more casually, Xeno also falls under the spell, "Sorry my lord!"
It made Jason giggle, but holding a cock, longer than the width of his hand, made him very hungry!
A guy doesn't think about it, sometimes things like this happens without provocation, Jason turning his bod, walking his knees around, swinging a leg over, catching Xeno's shoulders in the corral of his knees. Only thing which startles him is Xeno's mouth on his dropped balls. From there, both entertain the other with their mouths full.
Probably benefitting the dude hovering over the other, drilling' feels a lot more extreme than pumping'. The dude doing the drilling draws off the sense of feeling the tip of his cock down the other dude's throat, rather than a simple pumping action.
After all was done, Xeno told how he didn't spill a single drop, because when Jason pulled out of his mouth, all his sweet creme had gone right down the gullet!
Comparing notes, Jason complained there was too much pumping into his mouth, Xeno's jizz almost choking him, which made him pull off sooner than expected. Still obvious, Xeno's cock wasn't through spasming, Jason used his hand to jack the rest of the jizz out of the Greek's balls. Hence the reason Jason wound up wiping his hand off on Xeno's chest `towel'!
Totally spent, sexually and physically, Jason turns about and not having the energy to dismount, falls right onto Xeno's bed of fur. Of course, slimy goo was everywhere, as Jason would recall not much intermingled with tonight's dinner. So, to say there wasn't a load of cum between them would be a myth in itself.
Lying together, both were half incoherent, Xeno claiming it was the best blowjob he ever got.
Jason didn't answer.
Little did either realize, the lock on the outside of the door was being fingered, 4 numbers input.
Door suddenly swinging open, Poul says, "Oh, isn't this sweet?" followed by a brash, "I missed your call, Xeno?"
"Uh, yeah, sorry," Xeno acted sheepish.
Jason did a push up, coming to all fours.
"No matter," Poul unzipped. Like he never had words with Jason, he boasts in front of his crowd of buddies, "Get over there and lick that boy's balls, while I fill his ass!"
There were no soft, sentimental spoken words from Poul, which at first threw Jason for a loop, it coming back to him, `what was the purpose of before?' With quick decision, seeing Poul pull out his already inflated cock, a ring at the base keeping it stiff, he knew it wasn't Xeno's ass he was after. Getting right to his feet, Jason goes up against Poul, "I think not, but since you owe me, Poul?"
Poul knew very well what Jason meant, but rather than be embarrassed in front of his cronies, he pockets his cock back in his pants, zips up, claims, "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, Croft." Then to his buds, "We're out of here."
That wasn't the last word. Those few years of meeting with guys, wannabe submissives, it pays off for Jason, yelling out of the door to Poul, "By the way, hands off Xeno, Poul. He's mine now!"
"What tha?" Poul remains stunned.
Xeno plays it cool and stays inside, but listens.
"I want to thank you for your gift."
"Gift?" he could hear one of Poul's gang.
Like a power play game, another asks, "You gave him Xeno?"
Still another, "How could you? Hawkins is gonna be pissed!"
After telling them all to shut the fuck up, apparent Poul is not happy with the transaction, comes back at Jason, reiterating what his buds have interrogated him with, "What gift? I never said..."
"Xeno," Jason replies, making sure they were both on the same page. "Woohoo, what a hot cocksucker he is... And," Jason waits a sec.
With not much to go on, knowing Jason was going somewhere with this, Poul reacts, "And?"
A quick glance around the room, Jason stands firm, "With a fresh coat of paint, I think I could learn to like living here with my new slave?!"
Poul had an erection when he came in, so sure of himself he was going to get some ass. Now, even the elastic ring around the base couldn't keep his shaft from sagging, giving the feeling of a lean crotch. With his loss of momentum and exactly how to react, he cut ties, "Take the shit!"
Xeno was there right next to Jason, which might have been the wrong place at the wrong time. Upon proclaiming his words, Poul brought his foot up, right between Xeno's legs!
"Ak-k-k-k-k-k-k-oh-oh-oh!" Xeno cried out, driving the 6'2 man to his knees.
Laughing, Poul said something about them being `even', but also left with warning, "I'll leave you to deal with Hawkins!"
It was then Jason broke out the peace mode and for those special times when standing up for yourself leads to violence, he calls, "Hey Poul?"
"What shithead?" He confidently turns around.
His buddies had to catch Poul, when Jason's `turtle' instincts kick in. It wasn't anything which would be constituted as martial arts, but made an impression, knocking the big shot off his feet.
Rather than anymore words, Jason exhales deeply, the door at his back. Looking into the room, he sees Xeno, huddled on the floor still, "I can't believe I did that," he means kneeing Poul between the legs!
"Soft toes," Xeno says, raising an arm, asking for a hand.
"I don't think he hit you with the toes of his foot. More like the top. Trust me, if it was the toes you wouldn't be able to move for an hour!"
Helping Xeno up, Jason put him to bed.
"Aren't you coming, too?" Xeno asks.
Pulling the lone covering up, over the nice chest of fur, Jason says, "I have to do something, but first I want to get my stuff."
"You weren't kidding about rooming with me?"
"Of course not. It's going to be like living in the lap of luxury with a slave!"
Both knew the facetious nature of Jason's statement.
Xeno smiles, "You mean I am free of Poul?"
Sitting at the foot of the bed, Jason says, "Only if you want to be free."
Placing his hands behind his head, in a truly relaxed position made Jason smile, hairy pecs pulling out from under the cover, but in listening to Xeno, "I still have to deal with Hawkins. Once Hawkins calls my father I..."
"Nothing will happen."
"Of course something will happen. My father will..."
"You believe that crap, Xeno?"
"Hawkins told me..."
"I bet you two to one, Hawkins is lying. In fact, other than maybe once on the phone, probably like my dad, he got a courtesy call to let him know you've been accepted to Manfredi. Huh?"
"I don't know," Xeno replies.
Getting up, because Jason had some urgent stuff to do, says, "Well it's up to you Xeno. You can either go back to being Poul's little piss-on boy or stand up to both of them and frankly, if I had a father like yours, I'd tell him to go shit on himself!"
All Xeno could think of is, "Then I would be a pauper."
"Indentured servant... Now there's something to think about!"
Before involving himself in his work, Jason sits back for a moment in reflection, taking it all in, Xeno from head to balls. Funny how so much could happen in one day. From thinking he was madly in love with Rahul, for the simple task of saving his life, from Xeno, and then there was Xeno, in bed and him looking upon the man he wished he didn't have as an enemy!
Mutt and Jeffy? Well, it was just nice they found each other.
"Yo'soufy!" he says out loud! "Jeadi," he calmed his reaction, thinking about opening shower doors, first initiated by the custodian, than himself.
Last person to stick out in his mind, Jason utters, "Professor Leeds," then, "uncle!" This made him get to work, since this is what his work pertained to. Before he does, he needs his tools to do so, thinking, "Oh shit!" His gear is in Poul's room!
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Copyright 2012 T. Chase McPhee
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