The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. Okay, I think this about covers my ass!
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GeTTiNG ReaDY FoR CoLLeGe 08 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Taking Ferran home, Rico stirred up conversation based on their evening after Mike and Michael left the restaurant, their late night and morning sexual romp in the sheets, each sharing how hot it was, Ferran getting teased about licking his fingers off after going back to the honey-pot for seconds and then Rico getting busted over being way too horny in the tub.
"But you liked it, right?"
"It was different," Ferran replies about the tub scene. As they pull up in front of the house, "I think I'd rather do it in bed. Somehow," he reflects, "with the two of us naked, our bodies slimed with sweat, the sucking, the licking....."
"You better quit that talk Ferran or you're going to have me hard all over again!"
The two laughed. Then Rico answered Ferran's vocal farewell, reaching over, taking his neck in his hand and giving him a quick peck on the cheek.
Ferran's hand lay compressed to the spot on the side of his face. "I guess there's a first time for everything!"
"We can get into kissing some more next time, if you want?"
"I don't know. I'll have to think about it Rico," Ferran replied, hand on the door latch.
Closing the door, Rico pressed the button his door to unroll the passenger side window. "See you later. Don't forget..."
"I know. Act like I'm dying!"
They laughed, but as Rico left, Ferran watched him drive away. Even though they had gone through some hot'n'heavy sex, the last kiss seemed to affect him with more remembrance. He even comments to himself as he turns from the empty road, "Sweet!"
Tony's car was in the driveway, so Ferran figured he was still in bed. However, when he walked in side, he heard some noise coming from the kitchen and smelled some eggs on the stove.
Before he could say anything, Tony asks, "Why didn't you tell me you were staying over at Rico's place last night?"
"I did. I called and left a message on your cell." But this wasn't all Ferran wondered about.
"Oh. I didn't check."
And this backed up his theory. Tony must've saw him get out of Rico's pizza delivery car. He also wasn't sure if Tony saw something, so rather than dwell on it, backed away. "How did the meeting with the guys go?"
"Oh just great," Tony said sarcastically as he poured out two cups of coffee. "Jay Miller hates my guts. The other guys probably will be walking the other way when they see me on campus... the only two buds I've got left are Gregg and Takos. Takos, now he wasn't phased with it." And as Tony recollects, halfway pouring out his cup, setting the pot down, "Come to think of it, Takos was the only one who wasn't mad at me." He finished pouring and serving the coffee.
"But they were happy they were getting their $800 back, right?"
But something else was bothering Tony. "What?"
"Their $800? They had to be happy at least they...."
"By the way, how long have you and Rico been friends?"
"Me and Rico?" Ferran suddenly became suspicious of his brother's motives. "We've passed each other and school, said `hi' a few times. First time we've really talked was at your cum-shooting contest. Why?"
"I don't know. Maybe it's because I woke up with a hangover after an hours sleep, but I could have sworn... I know this sounds far-fetched, but I thought I saw..." Tony didn't know how to put it, but was also hoping it wasn't true, "I thought I saw Rico kind of getting over-friendly with you in his car when he dropped you off."
A quick thinker, probably the reason he got good grades in school, Ferran fabricates, "Man that must've been some hangover, bro! You thought you saw Rico do `what'?"
"I don't know. I thought it looked that way. I mean... I'm probably making something out of nothing!"
"If you need to know, Rico dropped a map on the floor, leaned on my shoulder to pick it up and the `idiot'," he makes it dramatic, "Rico just about pulls me out of the seat!"
Tony reckoned his mirage to, "Would you believe I drank like six beers last night? I mean this morning?"
But Ferran didn't have time to respond, the phone ringing. More convenient for him to get it, Ferran announces, "I'll get it!" Coming back to the kitchen with the remote, he says, "It's for you. Takos?"
"Good buddy Takos," Tony said about his last friend in the world, taking the phone.
As Tony talked, Ferran ate his eggs and sipped coffee. One sip. It's all he could stand of the mud' Tony made. He again attributed it to Tony's late morning beer party and his worries. Usually Tony's handmade coffee was something close to gourmet'! When Tony went in the other room he conveniently took the cup to the sink and dumped it, replacing it with milk. He sat down and resumed eating. Then, as he sat back and chomped on a slice of toast he tried picturing in his mind some of the guys Tony mentioned. Jay Miller, the one who hated Tony's guts, he remembers seeing a couple of times. He was always driving a motorcycle and once, in the fall, he came to the house. He thought Jay looked hot in his leather jacket, with coordinating black pants and boots. He smiled, thinking about the dark chest hair which rose above the black tank top Jay wore underneath his jacket. Making him feel horny, Ferran smiles when he remembers scanning Jay as he
talked with Tony, figuring either the hair covering Jay's chest, covered his whole pectorals or had to be soft and thin enough to allow his nips to show through his tank top. He then put on a smile and giggled, same thing which happened originally when thought how stupid it was to think about a guy's hairy chest and nips protruding through the shirt. Then his mind fast-forwarded, thinking on Rico, the very light-covering of black hair, so sparsely covering his pecs, the pink nips couldn't be missed. As a side thought, on his mind was Rico, taking care of his hard cock while his hands were driven to his own pecs and how he gently tweaked them, the energy going straight to below the belt!
"That was Takos," which Ferran already knew. "He's coming over in a little while. We're going to get on the computer and see if we can find any cancelled reservations for `anyplace' in Aruba." And to remind Ferran that he was relaxing too long at the breakfast table, "What time do you have to be at school?"
"An hour ago," Ferran said. He laughed when Tony looked at the clock on the wall, it reading 8:30. "I'm joking Tony!"
Tony calmed down. But he had another matter to take up, "You better get in the shower man. You reek!"
Ferran tugged at his shirt and smelled it. He figured he had a shower, but hadn't showered again after he shot his load down Rico's throat. Plus, he wore the same shirt today as yesterday. He chose the latter, "Yeah well, I'm wearing the same clothes as yesterday." And then to return the mocking, "You better change yours before Takos gets here!"
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Being seniors, Rico and Ferran had arranged to skip first period, which lucky for them amounted to sitting around for an hour in study hall, because at the beginning of the school day their homework from the previous day was already accomplished.
"Thanks for picking me up," Ferran said.
"Sure," Rico replied, slightly elated. "You know what they say?"
"Who says what?" Ferran questions.
"People!"
"What people?"
"Are you so dense, man?"
"No," Ferran seriously replies, "I'm just trying to figure out who you're talking about so I can comprehend..."
"Okay, hold it. Forget what I mentioned. The point I was trying to get across to you Ferran is..." and it seemed too late to crack the joke, but Rico followed through anyway, "...is, `don't bite the hand that feeds you'."
"Oh," Ferran said, a smile creasing his face.
"So, you get it, right?"
"I'm not `that' dense, Rico!"
Rico smiled too as he kept driving, stopping for a light or, as they passed by the elementary school, waited for the crossing guard to clear the crosswalk.
Then, out of the blue, Ferran mentions, "Tony `thinks' he saw you kiss me in the car this morning."
"Oh fuck! What did you tell him?"
"I lied of course!"
"What did you tell him?"
"You better start carrying maps in the car."
"I do. So?"
"I told Tony you bent over to pick up a map off of the car floor and used my shoulder to steady yourself from falling out of your seat."
With a slight edge of laughter, Rico replies, "Good one! I'll have to remember it!"
"I hope he bought it."
"Get outta town! Your brother is so set against us gay guys, he'll lean more towards what he wants to believe than what is!"
It hit home, but for another reason. "Right. Which someday is going to like... maybe we won't be brothers anymore when the time comes and I have to inform Tony I'm gay."
Ferran's revelation came as Rico pulled into a parking space and braked the car. "Maybe he never has to know."
"Yeah right Rico. What will happen when Tony wonders why I don't have a girlfriend? What about Tony speculating on being godfather to my kids or someday looking forwards to being an uncle or even best man at my wedding?"
"No reason he still can't be any of those, especially best man at your wedding?"
"Get with it Rico. When I tell Tony I'm gay he's going to like go ballistic." Then Ferran looks to the future, "I better learn some karate or something. Tony's got big fists!" Ferran balls up his own fists to prove his point.
Off the record, Rico announces, "Mr. Peterson knows some karate?"
So desperate of losing Tony's brotherly affection, Ferran shoots down Rico's idea, "No. If Tony slugs me, he slugs me. I deserve it. Why did I have to be gay?"
"That's so fuckin' wrong Ferran! You are what you are man. Like you didn't have a choice and neither did me, but things are what they are and somethings you can't change. Know what I mean bro?" he places his hand on Ferran's shoulder.
After a few seconds it slides down, over the soft teen fur on Ferran's forearms. Turning eyes downcast, to his left side, Ferran places a hand on Rico's hand and utters, "Yeah." And then he reckons, "After last night I shouldn't have refuted at all what I..." And with their eyes locking, Ferran says, "I wish we were someplace else.... some place private..."
"Yeah," Rico says, getting the wrong signal, "I'm starting to feel a little hard too!"
"Horny bastard!" Ferran says, breaking off what seemed like a tender moment on his part. He jacks the door handle and lets himself out. And now that he's more versed at this gay sex stuff, as he rounds the car he slaps his book against Rico's ass, saying, "Make you any hard-der?"
Second period of the day, most of the alumni were headed to classes, the halls crowded. Passing by the teacher's lounge, the door opened, faculty exiting so they could make it to homeroom. Ferran took a quick glance inside. What an opportune moment too, seeing Mr. Peterson stretch his arms overhead, hearing him shout out loud, "Time to rock'n'roll dudes!" The other teachers laughed, but Ferran was too attuned to Mr. Peterson.
"Um, like we'll be late for bio class?"
"I'll catch you later, Rico. I gotta get my book from my locker," Ferran told him.
Rico wondered what Ferran's angle was, disbelieving him, as he knew the book which hit him in the ass was Ferran's bio book!
Making out like he forgot something, Ferran made a u-turn in the hallway, which was like crossing a place in the road which prohibited a u-turn for the fact there was a transition of oncoming hall traffic. "Sorry!" he called out when his chest butted up against who, but Tom Fuller!
"Watch where you're going pencil-neck!"
Rather than intimidate him, Ferran smiled after Tom passed by. He instantaneously thought about Rico in the car, the wisecrack about feeling `a little hard'. And even though his bod was being compressed by lack of hall space, he took in a deep exhale as if breathing in the front of Tom Fuller's clothed bod. As he arrived at his locker, he fiddled with the lock, turning it round and round and round as if no destination. He just stood there and stared at the little vents as he vented his mental feelings. At some time in the past he had wanted to bop Tom Fuller in the nose for being such a bully, but last September, beginning his senior year with the vision of this being his last year in high school, Ferran also drew up the conclusion this would probably be the last he would be seeing the god-like athletic star. He smiled when he thought about a few moments ago. In a daze, he dropped his hand from the lock and reached up. Placing his hand on the top
of his tee shirt, he let it plane down his front, til his hand gently rested on his belt buckle, his middle finger landing right over the opening of his deep innie. Unconsciously he let his hand lay there, while he reflected away the seconds in the private world of his imagination.
"C'mon, get to class!"
Summoned by a hand patting him on the left shoulder, Ferran was startled out of his early morning daydream. He turned his head to the right, a key reaction to thank someone for doing a favor. "Yeah.... thanks...." and as his words trailed, he watched the figure several feet down the hallway, "Mr. Peterson....." Tom Fuller was the remotest thought from his mind.
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"C'mon in Takos."
Walking into Tony's house for the first time, Achilles Diamantakos looked about, but his main focus was on his host, leading him into the kitchen.
"Get any sleep? Want some coffee?"
"A little sleep," Achilles replies, reflecting on a few short seconds of this morning after he and Tony split and went separate ways. Unknown to Tony, Achilles had doubled back to the bar after making a call on his cell. After a romp in the apartment above the bar, he had managed to catch a few winks of sleep. "Do you have any green tea?"
Lucky for Achilles he had chosen wisely. Possibly he could have had some clairvoyant experience, mind-to-mind, thinking of Ferran's assessment of Tony's coffee-making skills this morning.
"I think we have something here," Tony said, rifling through a canister of mixed bags.
Achilles' six foot-one inch height towered over Tony by about three inches and it became way easy for him to reach around Tony's right side and steal the jar away. At the time, Tony didn't think anything of Achilles' front touching his back for an instant. "I think I see one way down the bottom," the Greek said as he stuck his big hand in.
"Probably," Tony reckoned. "My brother likes tea too and maybe he used all the green ones up."
"Oh shit!"
"What?" Tony asks. He then stands there, dumbfounded as Achilles holds up the jar by one arm.
"I'm stuck!"
"Serves you right for being so big-boned!" Tony makes excuse. "Do you think I should dial 911?"
"Soapy water," Achilles replies.
"Right!" Tony says, snapping his fingers and going to the sink.
Approaching, Achilles reaches behind his head with his free hand and grabs at the collar of his A&F hoodie.
Turning around, there is question on Tony's face.
"I don't want to get this wet. Help me take it off Tony."
Thinking it logical, Tony replies, "Bend over." He grabs the hoodie by the tails. His knuckles ride over Achilles' bare back. "Oh, dah!" he calls out.
"Oh," Achilles says of the same dilemma, the sleeve being way too small to fit over the jar containing the tea bags. But how free Achilles felt, his hairy front feeling the naturalness of not being covered up and face to face almost with Tony, it gave him even more of an environmental feeling.
"We could cut it off?" Tony came up with the stupid idea.
"You going to give me $85, Tony?"
"I got an idea. I saw this happen to a guy who wanted to go swimming, but had a broken arm," Tony said, going in a draw and pulling out a long box of clear plastic wrap. "All we have to do is wrap it around your arm `and' hoodie."
"Let's try it."
Tony was ready to hand the rectangular box to Achilles, but the plan was changed when Achilles says, "You do it."
"Yeah," Tony resigns, "I guess it would be kind of tough for you to do, huh?" Getting to work, Tony opens the box and removes the roll.
At first he can't find where to start, which prolongs Achilles' wanting to feel Tony touching him somewhere - anywhere on his bod. The trick is to keep himself from showing the effects of Tony's bare arm swipes by his hairy pec, as the roll comes around his arm two and three times.
Tony muses, "It probably would have been just as easy to leave the hoodie on and run the wrap over your whole bod!"
Achilles faked the laughing, going along with Tony's attempt at humor. How hot would that have been, having Tony's arms stretched around him in a hugging position, running the plastic wrap around him, under his pits and around the waist! "This is good," he contradicted his thoughts.
As the water went on and the jug under it, Tony gasped, "Oh shit! Sorry `bout that Takos!"
The two looked down at Achilles. His jeans were splattered with sidetracked water. Dotting each one of his hair follicles, from mid-abs, down the treasure trail to his metal-studded black belt, was a crystalline covering of the same spouted water.
Instead of a frown, Achilles' face wore a wry smile. This paved the way for a highly erotic moment, as portrayed by his horny mood, slowly developing. "Maybe it would be a good idea if I took off my pants as well?"
"Yeah," Tony agreed for different reasons than Achilles. "Probably we should have done it from the beginning."
"I think you should take my sneakers off first?"
It hadn't occurred to Tony he would be doing it, until mention of the sneakers. "Oh yeah. Right. Like how could you with your hand in the jar?"
He hoped he would not show it, his horny side as Tony knelt down on one knee and proceeded to untie his sneakers. Tony's head of hair was less than an inch away from his zipper. Ten inches of cock meat, soft, is a lot to carry around, but when it `woke up' out of it's relaxed state, well, Achilles was having trouble keeping it asleep.
"Want to lift your foot up?" Tony glanced up to Achilles.
`He's as straight as they come!' Achilles said to himself, after Tony looked down to what he was doing. When Tony looked up, he went straight up to see Achilles give the okay. A gay man would have stopped midway!
"Now the other?" This time Tony didn't look up, but pulled at the heel of the sneaker, removing it.
"You might as well stay down there for my pants," Achilles suggested, but not for the reasons Tony was thinking.
"Yeah, since it `would' probably be easier peeling them off your feet."
Achilles then summed up that this was probably `not' a good idea. What was transpiring wasn't any different than his early morning meeting back at the bar, Bill on his knees, utilizing his handiwork at unthreading the leather and studded belt through the buckle.
Tony hesitated.
"What's the matter, Tone?"
"Um, like I never like did this, Takos.. you know, touching another guy's zipper, before. It's like so-o gay?"
Quick on the draw, Achilles replies, "Look Tone, we're adults here right?"
"Yeah?"
"You're no different than some attendant at a hospital who has to help a handicapped person do the things he's unable to do because of his injuries. In my case it's this tea jar becoming an extension of my arm?"
"Uh yeah. I suppose I can think of it as that." Still a bit of hesitation lingered on Tony's mind, but slowly his fingers reached out to their target. He moved the belt away so the talons pressed against the backs of his hands. Last ditch effort, Tony remarks, "This feels so `gay'."
"If it means anything Tone, I'm not thinking of it as that way," Achilles fibbed. And as much as he wanted to show some control, some things were inevitable.
As soon as Tony unbuttoned the jeans and began riding the zipper with his fingers, there was a humongous amount of resistance. "Did you gain weight over last year, Takos?"
It wasn't his torso adding the resistance and he knew it. Even though he is a gay man, his pubes being unveiled by a straight man didn't lend any creedance for control. His first year of college he was turning tricks for school supplies. Some of the men he met at motels were married, pretending to be straight or bisexual. Why would a guy call himself straight if he was so eager to tantalize a man's cock with his tongue? Liars! All of them!
Focusing back on Tony, as he unzipped, the bulge in his A&F sports briefs showed signs of wanting more freedom. From a heterosexual standpoint, Tony exclaims, "Man, you've got it made with the babes!"
"I know," Achilles replies, thinking of all the `babes' he's been with! Being new to Tony's circle of friends, he asks, "How about yourself?"
Tony shakes his head back and forth in the negative, responding, "Looks as if you got me beat!" Tony can't help it, all his life, well since his male libido has been acting up, he's been fascinated by `size'. Locker room tales in high school, whichever way a guy's sexual gender was bent, guys always made comparisons. Pity the poor guy who didn't measure up or came out to be low man on the cock-size-totem pole!
"Well some of us `got it' and some of us don't, Tone!"
"Yeah," Tony figured the same, going back to toiling at pulling the waist of Achilles' jeans down to his ankles, revealing not only the packed cock-sock of his A&F briefs, but the hairy Greek's thighs and legs. "Um, wanna lift up your foot?"
The tall college dude was wanting more from Tony, but lifted his left leg. He had good balance, however felt a growing need. Now his view of getting not only his hand stuck in the tea canister, but wanting to carry this farther. Like the tiger in the woods, Achilles began thinking more on the luring, then a mere stripping down to avoid water from collecting on his clothing.
"There," Tony said, standing and doing the natural thing, rolling Achilles' jeans up into some type of tidy pack and placing it on the chair.
"I don't want to get my briefs wet!" Achilles declared.
Tony knew he was totally straight, but the gray brief were packed to almost busting it's seems and bundled up in the cotton fabric, Tony could make out the shape of Achilles' erection, stuffed into a space which seemed entirely too small. Torn between doing something `gay' and his feelings of wanting to see just how long Achilles' man-sized cock was, with the ability to fill a gaping hole, this was the terrible, indecisive moment clawing at his mind.
"I have one hand, if you want help?"
Giving in, Tony says, "Nah. Like you said, an orderly does this in the hospital everyday. We're both," and he had to emphasize, "straight, adult men here. Why should we even think...."
Achilles' attention was more on Tony and his reaction. He smiled when he saw the top of Tony's scalp, his chin dropping after pulling the elastic back. After all, the briefs had tightened up from Achilles' feelings' towards everything Tony had done thus far. Now wasn't much different. Earlier it had been Bill doing it. Only difference, Tony was using his hands and not his teeth! Yet, thinking on it gave Achilles' more ammunition for growth'. He smiled even more, combining thoughts, `If only it were Tony assuming Bill's role'. "What do you think Tony?"
"About what?" Tony asks as he pulls the elastic to the sides of Achilles' torso. "Whoa!" he exclaims when the package becomes unraveled.
"You think I have enough to plug a babes big hole?" If he were chatting with another gay guy he might use the same term, but more likely Achilles would have referred to a boys hole, though the tighter the fit, the more fulfillment he would be feeling.
"More than ample, Takos. You're like set for life!" Tony replies as he drops the briefs to Achilles' ankles.
Wondering how far he can take it, Achilles begins fabricating some issues regarding the area between his legs, "You know a Greek buddy and I went camping last year." He paused, waiting to see if Tony was nibbling at his bait, in hopes he would get more than a nibble.
Getting up, Tony took the dish soap container in his hand.
With no response than Tony's actions to rid his hand of the ceramic jug, Achilles furthers, "Can you imagine Tone, two horny guys up in the woods without a couple of `babes' for miles and miles?"
Taking the bait, Tony replies, "It's gotta be worse than torture!" He laughs.
Following suit, Achilles laughs along, but adds, "yeah. Man did I want a blow job and to fill a babe's ass!"
"I would too," Tony replies. He had stopped, still holding the green liquid soap container in his hand as the conversation progressed.
"Well I know we have to get moving here, so I'll skip all the other stuff and tell you... and I hope you don't think I'm being too gay, but my buddy, who is totally straight put an idea into my head."
Very curious by now, Tony asks, "He gave you a handjob?"
A smile creased Achilles' lips.
"He had a lot to stroke, to say the least!" Tony showed a toothy grin.
"Would you believe he sunk to his knees and gave me a blow job?"
Like day and night, the setting sun in the west, Tony's face changed dramatically. "The dude `has' to be gay."
"No, Dimitri is totally straight. I swear it!"
"Yeah right. And he offers to suck another man's cock?" Tony differed.
With his hand still in the jar, waiting for release, Achilles replies, "I suppose since you think he's gay, you think I am?"
"Oh no, Takos. I'm not saying anything like that, but your friend... Dimitri offering to suck you off?" And then it occurred to Tony, "Um, you didn't like... fuck him?"
"I think we should try to get this off my hand," Achilles replies. Accidentally-on-purpose, he hits the side of the sink. "Oops!"
Both watch as the jar crumbles around the big fist.
His first reaction to Achilles is, "You aren't hurt are you?"
"Nah," then exclaims, "Hey look! A green tea bag!" He dangles the dry tea bag from his hand.
"At least Ferran left you one!" Two things ran through Tony's mind. One, of Achilles getting dressed and two, hearing the rest of the camping story.
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness! TCMcP.....