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GeTTiNG ReaDY FoR CoLLeGe 17 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"So, when we get inside you want me to call you 'Midnight'? I don't get it Demmie."
"We'll play it by ear Tony. Here, take the end of the leash in your hand," Demmie places it in the palm of Tony's hand, folding his fingers over the leather rein, "and we'll play it by ear. It's that simple, Tony!"
Playing it, Tony thought it a game, so since nothing serious was going to happen, he treated it as such. But when he went to walk forward, he felt resistance on the leash. "Demmie, what the hell are you doing?"
"I'm 'Midnight', remember?" Demmie replied, his face staring up at Tony from the 'all-four-paws-on-the-floor' position, which amounted to hands and knees, but to a dog, there would be a difference.
"So, are you going in or what Demmie? I mean 'Midnight'?"
"How would you get a dog to come into the house, um, 'Master Tony'?"
"You're so fuckin' pathetic. C'mon Midnight!" Tony called, tugging the leash and it seemed the magic words, Demmie/Midnight crawling along.
Sure enough, Tony noticed it right away, eyes picking up from an interesting conversation or sips from drinks being ignored as the two, dog and master, paraded in.
One dude, in leather, which seemed to be the dress code of the establishment, came over and greeted, "You finally got chained, eh Demmie?"
And since he was a master, Demmie already crowning him with the title, Tony decided to try it out. Putting on his most macho vocal attire, he says, "Did I give you permission to talk to Midnight?" He guessed this dude was on Demmie's level, wearing a chain around his neck too.
"Um, no sir," the dude replied.
Another dude approached, but he wasn't wearing a dog's collar. Tony wondered if he overstepped his boundaries.
"Where's your manners boy?" the tall, maybe six foot-two tall monster asked.
And Tony couldn't believe it, when the dude said it to the obviously lower 'class' member of the bar, he punched him right in the stomach, the dude falling right to the ground.
"This boy needs to learn his place," the dominant leather dude puts his foot on the guy's back, pinning him to the floor. Then, a leather-gloved-hand is extended out in front of Tony, greeting him, "Jared, and you?"
"Tony," Tony replied, accepting the hand.
"So, Demmie finally got owned?"
Tony figured he was the owner! "Yeah, but his name is Midnight now."
"I can see where you got that name from," Jared says.
"You do?"
"All this dark hair on it's bod, of course," Jared replies, the tip of his boot reaching the underside of Midnight's frontal region, rubbing it wherever his toe wandered.
Tony learned something new, 'it' and decided to try it out. "So, what are you going to do with it?" he motioned a nod towards the dude Jared's foot was on.
"It's not up for me to decide, Tony. He offended you. so his punishment is up to you."
Tony didn't know what the hell Jared meant. Demmie was in no position to clue him in either.
Fortunately Jared says, "You're new here. How about we take him over to the pool table, stretch him out and give his ass a working over?"
"Yeah, let's do that," Tony agreed.
On his way over, Tony bent down to tie a boot lace, which didn't tying, "What does he mean 'work the guy's ass over'? Is he going to ask me to fuck him?" he whispers to Demmie.
"No. At least not until you punish him."
"And like how is that going to go?"
"Jared will probably offer you a flogger or strap and you whip him."
"I'm not going to whip anybody, let alone a guy I don't even know?"
"Just go with it Tony... for my sake?"
Tony did something with eyes whenever something absurd happened to cross his path, crossing them, then untangling them.
"Make way for Tony and his pet," Jared called out and everybody parted the way as Tony walked to the pool table.
When Tony last saw the dude on the floor, he had a covered ass. Now, stretched out the lengthways of the pool table, leather cuffs around his wrists, secured to the table, but nothing covering his ass! His pubes came to where the edge dropped off the table and he was sure the guy's cock and balls were smashed up against it. When he got closer, sure enough, Jared was waiting for him, like Demmie said, something in his hand.
"You want to put some stripes on his back or do his ass, Tony?"
Thinking of Demmie, Tony made a decision, "His back," which Tony felt safer, because he didn't feel like he should fucking this dude.
"Here you go then."
Tony looked down to the floor. All the others were paying attention to the twenty-something ass hanging over the edge of the pool table, so it didn't get noticed, Demmie looking up, mouthing out, "Beat the hell outta him!" Demmie made a fist which signified strength in the implementation of the punishing act.
"How many you giving him, Tony?" Jared asks.
Tony had no idea whatsoever and now he couldn't turn to Demmie for advice. So, he thought up, "Ask him," Tony meant the stretched out dude.
"I like your style, Tony!" And straight away, Jared picks the dude's head up by the hair on his head, jerks it back as he demonstratively demands, "You heard the question boy. What's the answer?"
"Ten sir."
"What the fuck is that?" Jared replies. "You gotta do better than that boy!"
"Fifteen," he upped the ante.
"Fifteen? That's a fuckin' crock of shit boy!" Jared let the dude's chin hit the table, saying to Tony, "Start with fifty lashes."
Tony felt a tap on the side of his leg. He didn't want to make it obvious that he was commumicating with Demmie, so brushed his fingertips over his chin, looking down momentarily while saying, "I don't know Jared."
And when he glanced down he saw Demmie's index finger wag back and forth, saying 'no'. Then Demmie flashed ten fingers and five more.
"What don't you know Tony?"
Tony fingured, in a way, this Jared-dude was telling 'him' what to do and logic says, if this is the case, then he's being treated as a 'dog', or whatever lower life on the totem pole it was equated with. "I asked it, he said fifteen and that's it." He ended it, to send a message, "You got a problem with my judgement Jared?"
Sounds of astonishment rang out through the crowd of a hundred or so patrons, Tony hearing a comment or two about Jared being stood up to.
"He's all yours Tony," Jared said, fading back into the crowd.
A tap to his leg made him look down as he walked, Demmie giving him the thumbs' up, so Tony figured he acted in a correct way. He also got an idea, saying, "Midnight, get up on your hind legs. I want you to see this, so you know what's coming to you if you disobey me!" Tony smiled, feeling weirdly humorous about all this stuff. But instead of comfortable holding the flogger in his hand, he felt panic.
Midnight got up on his knees, extending his bod upwards. "Me beg Master Tony to play balls!"
More a suggestion than a want, but it all falling in together, came more as a hint for Tony. It didn't take much for him to guess what Midnight was thinking of, his eyes on the space between the dude's legs. "Get on his balls, Midnight!" Though Tony didn't know what Midnight was going to do to them!
"Lucky dog!" Tony heard somebody say, which happened to be a 'boy', because Tony heard another dude telling his 'boy' he wasn't supposed to talk.
He heard the 'boy' say, "Sorry Sir."
Then the 'sir' respond, "You will be boy right after Master Tony delves out this boy's punishment!"
So right now Tony stood there, the flogger in his hand, Midnight taking care of licking and sucking on the dude's balls as he lay splayed out over the pool table. Also, it began to feel very, very hot in the place. Tony himself could feel the sweat rolling down his chest and stomach. He lay the flogger down a second and removed the leather vest.
He heard a dude, probably a 'master' say, "Go help Master Tony out, boy."
Very politely, this 'boy' comes up to Tony, asking, "If it pleases you Master Tony, I will hold your vest for you?"
How could Tony not let this drop-dead-gorgeous blond hold his vest for him! Also, he got a tap in the leg, which meant Midnight was going to give him another tip, but Tony thought up on his own, "Fold it nicely."
"I will. Thank you for allowing me to serve you Master Tony."
Tony thought the 'blond boy' was very well mannered. Too, he was curious of whom the 'master' was. "Um, 'boy'?" he hoped he called the twenty-something kid by the proper addressing.
"Yes, Master Tony?"
"I would like to meet your master."
"Certainly Master Tony."
It was weird, Tony thought. How he finally declared himself 'gay' and now he was thinking like a gay man, checking out the blond's ass as he walked away, the golden hair, a fine covering over his white-rounded ass. He smiled, thinking of the last time at the shore. He immediately lost the gleam, thinking, 'Oh shit! I was checking out that guys' ass!' as he recalled the firm buttocks lying on the beach towel sunning the portions around the skimpy speedo.
As they waded through the rather expanse club scene, Tony was picking up on the multitude of things being done by whom he suspected were paired off boys and masters. Too, crawling behind was Midnight, an occasional patron giving him a whack on the ass. And even stranger to Tony, whenever this occurred, was Midnight's reponse, which was a polite 'thank you'. 'Strange world', Tony thought to himself. Another strange event, Tony saw this dude on his knees, sitting erect and planted in his mouth was a master's cock. His attention stay glued on him for awhile, noticing how the boy's throat seemed to be conformed to the 'tube' being forced down it. At first Tony thought 'what' was he swallowing and then he figured there was only one type of liquid coming from a man's cock which could be constituted as drinkable (other than cum). 'Gross!' he termed it and moved on.
"Hello Master Tony?"
"Takos?" More than bewildered, Tony watched as the boy who claimed his vest, knelt right down at Achilles' side.
"Nice dog you got there Tony?" Achilles said, patting his 'brother' on the head. "What's his name?"
Tony figured he was asking his fictitious name, "Midnight."
"Midnight, eh?" Achilles replies, bending over and sticking his hand under his brother's bod.
"Ow-w-oooh!" Midnight howled with pain.
"Fits. Goes right along with his black hair."
"I can't believe you did that, Takos!" Tony exclaimed, seeing Achilles holding a few fronds of his brother's chest fur in his hand. Equally stunned was what followed.
"Midnight want a doggie treat?"
Tony made the face of something disgusting, like eating ice cream washed down with pickle-juice, but kept his gross thoughts to himself, watching Midnight open his mouth, sticking out his tongue, Achilles placing the hair on it like a silver platter. But what was even stranger, the two brothers exchanged smiles when Midnight closed his mouth and began enjoying his treat.
Midnight 'woofed'!
Then, like long lost brothers, Achilles took Tony under his wing, asking, "Ever been in a place like this Tone?"
"Nope."
"Then let me show you around," Achilles said.
Tony was surprised at how different Achilles acted. More the dominant character, he seemed to fit right in with the surroundings, other guys dressed to the hilt in chaps, boots, harnesses, vests and for the 'boys', they either had harnesses or... "Oh man, that's got to be so uncomfortable," Tony observed, seeing a guy, mid-20's, a full body harness, with his cock and balls surrounded by the same leather piece, attached to the harness which ran across his chest and abs, a few metal rings, two prominently circling his nips.
"You think, Tone?" Achilles said. He led Tony over to a guy who looked like he could be the dude's master. Tony's suspicions were correct when Achilles asks him, "Mind if my friend Tone and I have a little fun with your boy?"
The master looks down at Midnight on all fours and says, "And what are you gonna do for me?"
Achilles turns to Tony, "What are you going to do for him, Tone?"
"Um," Tony didn't know what he was supposed to do!
Nodding in the direction of the leash attached to Tony's hand, Achilles then nodded to the master.
"Oh, um, yeah..." he acknowledged Achilles' idea. "Want to play with Midnight for awhile?"
"I'd love to!" the master said.
And after Tony surrendered Midnight to the master, he asks Achilles, "Um, Demmie, he'll be alright with this arrangement?"
"Ever see a pig rolling in shit, Tone?"
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They sat in the restaurant parking lot, which took about an hour and a half to get to. Along the route, which it seemed familiar to Zack, Ferran and he talked family history, then worked through a lot of gay criteria; age of coming out, Ferran bringing up Ryan's past and present.
"Shall we go in?" Zack asks.
"I don't want you to get into any trouble Zack."
"I can fight my own battles, so don't you worry."
Zack began getting out of the car, so Ferran follows. When they get to the front door, Ferran peers in through the wooden and glass pane. "Hey, I'm not dressed for this place," him spotting men in shirt and ties, women in long dresses, dripping with fancy fabrics and jewels.
"Don't worry," Zack replies, "Dana will take care of us."
'Dana?' Ferran said to himself, wondering how Zack knows of him.
And sure enough, when they walked inside, this brown-haired guy escorts them to a side room.
"Dana, this is my friend Ferran."
"Friend or boyfriend?" Dana asks.
"He's a student from the school I teach at. For now it's friends, Dana."
"I get it." Then, Dana greets Ferran, as he pokes his hand out. Dana, takes his hand but reels Ferran in for a sweet kiss on the check. "It is so nice to meet a friend of Zachary's."
"Zachary?" Ferran questions.
"Dana, will you knock it off with the name?"
Dana giggled, replying, "Okay Zachary!" Then, after leading them down a hallway, Dana reached inside a door and turned the lights on.
"What's this?" Ferran asks, peering from the door into the room, with elegantly decorated tables.
"Your own private party," Dana replies. "And I will send your waiters in momentarily."
Dana leaves, Zack asking, "So, pick a table."
"Nice place." And picking up a gold-toned spoon, "Is this real gold?"
"Figure it out for yourself after we've dined. Say, how about a before-dinner swim?"
"Huh?" Ferran asks. "Like where's the pool?"
Across the small room were French doors. Zack holds his arm out and motions for Ferran to take it. "Right this way!"
As they walked towards the doors, Ferran's vision was way ahead of him, looking for any signs of water.
As they get to the doors, he hears, "Let me get that for you gentlemen?"
Switching his head around, Zack informs him, "Oh Rodger, this is Ferran Gennaro. He will be my guest for this evening."
"Nice to meet you sir," Rodger shook Ferran's hand and as with Dana, extended his cordial manners to include a peck on the cheek. While his lips were near Ferran's ear, he says, "Call me Rod, if you need anything, Mr. Gennaro."
"Sure," Ferran replied, but felt it weird, this guy in what looked to be his thirties, addressing him, a teen, like he was an older gent.
"Um, Rod, you want to attend to readying the pool for us?"
"Right away Mr. Peterson, sir."
Ferran asks, "Does everybody jump to your each and every whim, Zack?"
But the question was left unanswered as Rod readied the pool, turning on some lights which turned black into a rich haze of blues and aquamarines, set against lush greenery.
"It looks... like a lagoon!"
"Yes and as with hidden away waterways as this one," Zack replies, right away addressing Ferran with his hands busy at the tail of Ferran's tee shirt, "we must assume the proper attire?"
"But what happens if somebody else comes in for dinner?" Ferran questions, lifting his arms above his head, allowing Zack to lift his shirt over it.
"Nobody's going to. I bought out the dining room for the evening."
"But how could you do that on a teacher's salary?"
Then Zack reveals, "I don't usually share this information with people, but when I was your age and declaring my major in college, my family had wanted me, well my father in particular, had steered me in the direction of the business world. But I had no intentions of following in his footsteps. My heart was set on teaching and it's what I've pursued."
"So, what's the catchline here?" Ferran asks.
Zack replies with a smile as he unbuckles Ferran's belt, "Money. It runs in the family!"
"But all this, it's gonna cost a lot!"
"'Going to', not 'gonna'?"
"You're evading the question."
"I know," Zack replies as he squats down, taking Ferran's pants with him. He smiles, looking up at Zack's boxer briefs, a slight mass on either side making them puffy around the crotch.
"What?" Ferran asks, thinking Zack is smiling at him.
"Too bad it's a school night."
But Ferran is quick-witted enough to say, "You don't have any sick days?"
"Hmm... maybe by the end of the night I 'could' feel sick?" Then after untying the sneakers, taking them off, having Ferran lift each leg to de-pants him, Zack stands and says, "Now you do me?"
"Um, didn't you forget something?" Ferran holds the elastic of his boxer briefs with his thumbs.
"We'll get to that later!" Zack adds some wiggly eyebrows.
So Ferran got right into it, with word of caution, "I'm a little nervous doing this. I never stripped a guy before."
"Nobody's watching if you make a mistake!"
Ferran went to work right away, unbuttoning Zack's shirt, with Zack watching intently. "I feel really strange doing this to an older guy, let alone my english teacher from high school."
"Same here. I never got stripped by a student before."
Hesitating a second, Ferran asks, "But you and Tom Fuller?"
"My only goal was to counsel Tom. I had no intentions of bedding him. In fact, from the beginning of the school year, from the very first day of classes, I had the notion to only do it with one particular student." He smiled.
"Who might that be?"
Zack showed him, taking the back of Ferran's neck in his hand and bestowing a long kiss on him. "That's who!"
"Me?" Not that Ferran hadn't already guessed, but found the truth tough to believe.
"I hope that kiss meant something to you?"
"Um, sure," Ferran replies, "It showed me you know how to kiss?"
It made Zack laugh, but also his sexual antibodies were starting to kick in, which drove him to rip open the rest of his shirt, the last two buttons under his beltline, take it off and roll it up into a ball and toss it aside.
"Can I?" Ferran asks when Zack goes for his belt.
"Yeah, but can you hurry it up?"
"What's your hurry Zack? If you get sick enough we can make this last till tomorrow morning!"
"Rico teach you that?"
"Nope! I thought this up all on my own. Oh by the way, what time does the restaurant close?"
"Twenty-four hours, if I want it to be so?"
"Did your father make up that rule when he started dining here?"
"Nope," Zack replies, "he made up the rule for special patrons when he bought the place!"
"Your father owns this restaurant?" Ferran admonishes.
"And a few others around the world. It's how he made his fortune."
"There's so much I don't know about you Zack," Ferran declares. "You're always coming up with surprises."
"I have something else 'coming up'," he replies, his pants already separated at the zippered seam, his white briefs showing off his package.
"Betcha I'm bigger!" Ferran boasts in jest.
"Oh really? Why don't we find out!"
"Oh man does that feel so good!" Ferran exclaims when Zack parks each of their briefs under their balls, lines up their barrels and gives a gentle stroke, cocks working against each other, with side by side friction.
But it didn't last long, Zack repeating his performance, taking Ferran's briefs with him as he sank to his knees. This time his mouth was open and he was taking Ferran deep inside.
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"So how does this work, Takos?" Tony asks, cupping his mouth to the side so only his friend knows of his inadequacies of portraying a master.
"First, we need to find the rightful boy who belongs to the master you traded off Demmie for."
"But I thought..." Tony said of the guy who was left standing there when the master took off with Demmie. Without Achilles saying so, Tony, seeing the bottom-sub in the one-piece harness being led off by another master-dude, "I guess I was wrong." Turning his attention back, Achilles was wading through the crowd of man-sweat. "Hey! Wait up Takos!" Also, Tony suddenly felt 'naked', not having a guy on a leash to tug around, especially his 'mentor' who was dishing out tips on how to do, think and act like a master.
When Tony caught up, right in front of the bar, Achilles says, "Here's your boy, Tony." And before Tony could accept or decline, "Have a fun night!"
He was astounded beyond belief! Blond, pure white skin, semi-muscular, standing there with his hands behind his back, being inspected by others, hands and eyes all over him, Tony can't believe this is what he was being traded 'up to'. For lack of the proper identification, he treated his 'new boy' as if a new car, "I guess you're mine."
"Yes, sir," the blond replied.
Playing it by ear, Tony figured if this boy was his, he could exercise his right, "Hey guys, you want to keep your hands off of 'my' property?"
Right away, some smiled as they shied away, others took it on the offense, some thinking what a let down this boy was, already taken. The boy replies, "Thanks... um, sir."
Not sure what the next step was, Tony decided to treat him as if they were meeting on a blind date. He spotted a transitioning place at the end of the bar, recognizing the place where Demmie brought them into the club. "Let's go over here," Tony said. He was expectant the guy walking 'with' him, but then realized it was the protocol, the demeaning slave walking behind the master. So, he dictated, "Catch up with me."
"Yes, sir," the boy-dude responded, stepping livelier, yet keeping his hands latched behind his back.
Tony thought, 'How convenient, hands behind the back, so the boy could get a zap of eroticism, with each guy he brushed past!' As Tony passed by other boys having 'fun' with their masters, his eyes couldn't take in enough of the spectacle. He even stopped to marvel, pass on his logic, "Nice way to get a free shoeshine," a 'boy' kneeling - - Tony was amazed of the calling, the guy looking to be around thirty-five, bent over and licking some master-dude's boot! But at the same time, he cocked his head and took into consideration the amazing different types of restraints concocted out of leather. The 'boot-licker' had a strip running clear down his back, apparently attached somehow to his neck, then wrists running through cuffs, all attached to this leather 'tongue'. In for another surprise, when Tony reached the tail-end of the restraint, something was lodged in the boy's ass. Not a stranger to some plugging devices, Tony smiled at the rounded handle,
concluding the placement of the object in his ass.
"Go ahead. You have my permission."
Tony looked up, seeing the apparent master of this boy, standing. Being serviced, two slaveboys fought over his cock and balls! Tony wondered what he was being given permission to do, but was distracted by the dominant's distraction.
"Nice boy you've got there." And something Tony didn't know, "He's green, but work'em hard and you'll whip'm into shape."
"Thanks for the advice," Tony replied, his attention still divided between paying attention to the master-dude's words and the two tongues working over the dude's pubes.
"It takes a tough man to stand up to Jared. The name's Maurice. You're new around here, huh?"
"Right. Tony's the name. I'm also new to..." Tony didn't know exactly how to term all the happenings, masters dishing out corporal punishment for infractions resulting from something major, like speaking out of turn or something small, as a poorly administered blowjob, so he summed it up in the way he knew how, "all this!"
Switching his attention from Tony to his boy, Maurice says, "It looks to me like you're not the only one new to the lifestyle."
Tony was totally baffled.
"Your boy here," Maurice replies, with a nod of his head. "Now some masters, like Jared there, would haul off and deliver a boy to his knees with his fist, explaining 'why' afterwards, but others are more considerate, explaining 'why' to a boy," and Maurice tutored as he told it like it is, "of 'why' should be on his knees in the company of not only his own, but especially that of another master?"
Without further instruction, the blond drops to his knees, copying some other boy in the distance, kneeling with his shoulders erect, hands behind his back and chin slightly down as if looking at the floor.
"Smart boy you have here Tony."
"I'm a good teacher," Tony says.
Wise, Maurice knows the score, Tony taking the hint from first hearing it. "How about you and I getting together for a private party?"
Not sure what it entailed, nothing has done more than amazed him out of his gourd tonight, so he figured, "Sure. What did you have in mind?" For certain, one thing, Tony would not mind at all having two boys making love to his cock and balls!
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For the most part, the diningroom staff catered to their two private guests out by the pool. Being they were under the service of the owner of the restaurant, it gave them more pleasure in waiting on them. For those who have been around awhile, knew Zack's father to be a firm, but fair and a generous 'boss'.
"Oops! Sorry about that Zack!" Ferran said when some shrimp sauce dripped off the shrimp he was hand feeding him, landing in the small patch of chest fur.
"Clean up is a snap away!" Zack replied, snapping his fingers.
They sat in lounge chairs, the artificial light creating a sunny day of sorts and out of the 'lifeguard' quarters, which really had a backdoor leading to the kitchen, came a waiter, summoned by the double-click of fingers.
"It'll be a pleasure cleaning you up sir!"
Ferran's jaw drops open, watching the waiter bend over and lick the red spot on Zack's chest.
"Mm-m, you're so spicy hot tonight, Mr. Peterson!"
"I'll take that as a compliment, Pierre." Then looking to his date, "What?"
Zack knew there was going to be a question forthcoming, Ferran following up with, "Hey, can you spill something on me, please?"
"Oh! I'm 'so' sorry!" Zack answers, spilling his pina colada to the right, the whole coconut shell upchucked onto Ferran's front.
Clicking away, Ferran waited for Pierre to coming back, but more than Pierre responded.
"I forgot to warn you... it's a code and if you snap more than twice... well you'll find out!"
The eighteen year old found out! Two waiters, one drying glasses at the bar, the other at the far end of the pool testing the water temperature, stopped what they were doing immediately and reported to where they sat.
Playing his role to the hilt, Zack says, "I've had the most 'terrible luck', my drink has spilt all over my date. Would you two mind seeing that Ferran gets cleaned up?"
Eyes white as saucers, Ferran wondered what fate lie in these two hot, skimpy-speedoed-bowtied dudes descending upon him. "Oh man!" he called out, breaking into a giddy smile when they surrounded each side of his lounge chair.
Each took an arm, lifting Ferran out of his chair.
Zack smiled, same time licking his lips, wondering what an idiot he was for not attending to the spilled drink himself!
Too late now as he watched the two, stripping out of speedos and bowties as they led Ferran down the steps of the kidney-bean pool.
"What are you guys gonna do?" Ferran asks, not fighting the feeling of being lured into the temperature controlled water.
"Give him a sample, Seth," the bartender tells the other dude assisting.
Waist-deep in the water, the dude-named-Seth dives under the water.
Ferran, feeling hands trying to part his thighs, almost slips. "Whoaaa!"
"I gotcha!"
Arms, coming from the rear, slipped in between his arms and ribs. "I can't believe this!"
"Believe what?"
Already prompted to forget about the 'real world', Ferran couldn't help but to feel it awkward, "My teach.... I mean 'you', in the water... behind me... your barechest up to my back?" Then he realizes, the dude, Seth who darted under the water, "Hey, wasn't he going for my... y'know?" Then he noticed he and Zack were the only two in the pool. "Hey! Where'd they go?"
"I shooed them away. I hope you don't mind, but I thought maybe you would like it more if you were catered to by some other caring individual?"
Ferran didn't say anything. From the time when they entered the establishment, up until now everything seemed like he was in a far-fetched dream.
"Thanks!" he heard Zack say when the bartender heaved an imflatable raft into the pool. "Ready to sail to Shangri-la?"
"Why not?" Ferran replied, all smiles, partially resulting from the pina colada, first he's ever taken, plus the heat of the moment affecting him, making the pool on the cool side as he willingly backed up onto the raft and lay down, with Zack's help.
"Exactly my sentiments," Zack replies, him edging around to the foot side of the raft.
Hands cupped behind his head, Ferran looked down over his bod. For a moment he pay attention to Zack mounting the raft, getting himself situated to where his chin were in the vicinity of his pubes. Then his attention were drawn upwards, the 'sun' suddenly 'setting', creating a more romantic allure.
"Perfect, wouldn't you say?" Zack asks.
The effects of the pina colada, the idyllic setting and Zack's soft, sweet voice, all played a part in Ferran feeling more than relaxed, him replying, "Almost."
Giving him a look of question, it played a part in the asking, "Something missing?"
Everything went overboard as Ferran rocked to his left. At the time he didn't think it anything weird or out of character because something more than tangible was driving him onwards as he sought out Zack's bod under the water. And when he found it, instead of being the follower, he led the escapade onwards, 'his' arms enclosed around the twenty-seven year olds bod. Arriving at the surface, 'his' mouth forced up against Zack's lips. 'Him' grinding his pubes, wanting more than a cock-to-cock encounter. In one night he felt all grown up, and instead of in the asking, was more in the telling, "I want you Zack."
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
`GeTTiNG ReaDY FoR CoLLeGe' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.
The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness! TCMcP.....