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% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.
THe HaRDee BoYs 10 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Sikandar wasn't the only 'hot' guy on the field, yet Jason was able to keep his thoughts segregated. At times he jumped out of his close stadium seat to cheer Sikandar on, kicking the soccer ball towards the goal, the keeper of the net narrowly missing. He wanted to run down the three steps to the field and hug his new boyfriend, but hesitated, knowing the players around him shared in his glory as much as he did and later he would celebrate.
"Hey bro!"
"Well where have 'you' been?" Jason inquires of his bro, who climbs over a seat to sit at his side.
Utmost on Jared's mind is, "Never mind me, where's your hot boyfriend?"
"Over there..." he switches his finger, pointing, "no there... there.... there...." the point of Jason's finger switches position several times.
"The hot Pakistani," Jared replies. "Dobie's told me all about him!"
"He's not with you?" Jason asks, dividing his attention between his brother and the field.
"He's got class."
Curious, Jason asks, "Did you make it a threesome last night at the dorm?"
"Three? It was just Dobie and me, for your information!"
"Oh, so you didn't get together with Rick?"
"Rick!" Is all Jared has to say about 'Rick' for the moment.
"What about him?" Jason turns his attention away from the field.
"Rick got himself into trouble last night, involving the police in a good and bad way," Jared replies.
Jason jumps to conclusions, "Police? He's in jail? Who did he fuck, who he wasn't supposed to?"
"He's not in jail and as far as fucking, right now I think he's keeping one member of the police force full-filled!"
Looking at the smiling face of his brother, Jason asks, "And what's that supposed to mean?"
Laughing out loud, Jared replies, "You just missed your boyfriend kick the ball into the goal?"
"Oh shit!" Jason turns to the field. "He's gonna kill me!" At least he caught Sikandar giving him the thumbs up, which he corresponded with the same in return.
"Nice looking," and Jared gives hint for a return of knowing, "Tight fit?"
With a hint of sarcasm, Jason replies, "I'm not out to see how many guys I can fuck in one night, you know?"
"What do you think bro, that I have some kind of quota system? I'm not like Rick you know?"
"Rick keeps tally of how many guys he fucks?"
"Not on paper, but I think he can probably give you a ball park figure of how many in a given week!"
Adding to his curiosity, Jason asks, "Okay, like how many dudes did Rick fuck this week?"
"Counting or not counting the milking machine?"
"The 'what'?" Jason exclaims.
"Game's over," Jared says, standing. "Let's go meet your hot boyfriend!"
All Jason could think is, 'You got out of that one pretty quick!' But he had to admit, more importantly, he wanted to meet up with Sikandar and congratulate him on the points scored for his team.
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Regardless of the incident, Rick was back at the dorm, showering and getting ready for his first course. An undeclared major, he had hoped, by his second year, he would find life's vocation. However, the only thing he found he liked more than anything, was fucking the living daylights out of guys.
In many instances, Rick's hard shaft often 'bought him' services, like having 'free' pizza delivery, tag-teaming with the director of the cafeteria or science lab at unscheduled hours. For instance, right now he knew he should be on his way to lab, but how could he possibly refuse the captain of the campus football team, his words, "C'mon Rick. I really need it bad?"
"Fifty bucks, since I have an appointment and I'm gonna be late, Steve."
"Fifty bucks Rick? That's fuckin' highway robbery!" Steve exclaims, standing there with his waist towel-wrapped.
"Like you're hurtin' for money Steve? Get your money-bags daddy to support your fuck-drug or don't bother me!" Rick starts walking out of the shared showering facility, a grin on his face, just 'knowing'!
"Wait up Rick... okay, but I don't have it on me, dah?" the twenty year old sports star replies, enunciating the fact of his only apparrel of clothing was covering his midsection and thighs.
"Five bucks interest."
"You drive a hard bargain, Rick!" Steve complained.
"How do you know?" Rick jokes. "You haven't felt it yet!"
Steve smirked, dropping the towel from his waist and bending over the sink. Quite to the contrary, Steve has felt Rick's hard prick inflict it's desired effect on several occasions, only the first time it was 'on the house' and each consecutive fuck-job incurred a raise in price.
As Rick impregnates Steve he says, "Betcha there's lots of your football buddies wanting a hard cock drilled in their ass?" he mentions, hoping for more business.
Steve answers, "Ah-hh-h-hh-h-yeah!" And in a fade, "Could be."
Steve was 'nobody' special to Rick, just like the other thirty or fifty guys he had access to during the week. Sometimes when he fucked one guy, Rick would close his eyes and out of the blue of his imagination, he would picture some other hot, more memorable ass and face. After the last coupla days' ordeal, he thought about it and it sufficed him to give up net-searching and seek out his desires on campus. Though, at this particular moment he was thinking about Deputy Mark and couldn't quell the feeling, as if parked deep within the police official's ass.
It was like clockwork, Steve massaging himself and both coming to climaxing at the same time.
Rick, pulled himself out, saying, "Nice fuck, Steve."
Turning around, Steve's seven inch tube still dribbled out some goo. He asks, "You want me to clean you up?"
Of course, translated, the question should have been a statement, 'I want to clean you up' and Rick's followup, "Do you 'want' to clean me up Steve?"
Exactly what Steve was hoping, "Sure, if you want me to?"
It went unsaid, the football jock falling to his knees and slurping up the only part of Rick's bod left 'fouled', except for a light mist of sweat.
When they heard voices outside the door though, Steve jumped up and quickly replaced the towel around his waist, saying to Rick, "You're not going to tell are you?"
Always the reassurance, Rick says, "Not as long as your ass is available to me when I want it!" The usual line, Steve's ass? There were plenty others just like it. On Rick's list, Steve's ass fell in the mediocre lower half. The only thing saving him, was the football players gargantuan height of six-foot-four and the two hundred and twenty-eight pound build. Rick thought it really cool to fuck a guy almost twice his size, plus the norotiety of fucking over the hottest sports star on campus, not to mention hot looking. He wondered how Steve ever fooled the girls! Too, when two guys towel-waisted entered, Steve put back on his macho act, like nothing happened between them.
It even made Rick laugh with them, when one of the dude's, James, knowing of Rick's reputation, comments, "You and Rick alone in here, Steve?"
His buddy Joe plays along, "Yeah, Steve, you cheatin' on the ladies?"
Of course Steve denied both their attempts of accusations, threatening, "Which one of ya's want to be the first to get your teeth brushed in the toilet?"
On his way out, Rick was still grinning, but then something struck him as not being funny. If these two guys portrayed him as the campus 'fucker', then what did everybody else have to say about it? For the first time in two years of campus life, Rick was concerned with the tainted reputation.
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"Hey, bro... the way you talked about it, I thought you and this guy were like almost lovers?" Jared asks, slapping his bro on the arm and nodding as if to say, 'then why is your boyfriend being so affectionate with one of the dudes standing next to him?'.
Having a saddened face, Jason wondered himself, viewing the lockerroom, a guy on either side of Sikandar, one, of mideastern descendency, trading off kisses with Sikandar. "Let's get out of here," Jason said, brushing past his brother pulling on his arm to exit with him.
"Wait!" Jared replies. "Maybe he has an explanation!"
"Yeah, what? Like he said all that serious stuff last night to set me up for major heartbreak this morning?"
Trying to be helpful, Jared replies, "Maybe, but then again could be something else!"
Walking out of the sports building, the two run right into, "Oh hi Dobie. This is my bro, Jason."
Making it brief, Jason said, "Hi," and "I gotta go."
"What's up with him?" Dobie asks.
"Lover's quarrel."
"Already?"
"His boyfriend, Sik-the-soccer-dude you know, was making out with some guy on the team," Jared sums it up.
"Oh that!" Dobie replies. "Nothing to worry about. Faris tends to get a little hyper..."
"But he was like kissing my brother's boyfriend," and pointing with two index fingers to his face, Jared reveals, "I saw it with my own eyes!"
"Like I said. Faris gets a little hyper and sometimes oversteps his boundaries... and we all take it in stride. He's really an affectionate, fun-loving guy."
And before Jared can testify any longer, Sikandar is right there amidst them, saying, "You missed a good practice Dobie!"
Taking in Jared's attention, Faris is hanging an arm around Sikandar's neck, his other hand involved with chomping on an apple as he reports, "Sikandar did it again! Saved the team with another one of his famous goals!" Like Jared is checking him out, Faris is doing some 'shopping' too, "Hey, who's this Dobie?"
"My new friend, Jared Hardee," Dobie replies, knowing what is going to follow, or something close to his expectations.
"Hey, y'know what Jared?" Faris asks and without waiting, "You're hot! Want to get something to eat with me?"
In total surprise, Jared was caught off guard, saying, "Well, I was really going to have a bite with Dobie."
Standing there waiting, Sikandar caught the name and scanned the campus horizon, looking for Jason. Finally, he introduces himself, "Hi, I'm Sikandar. Is your brother with you?"
"Was," Jared said. Finding out Faris was harmless, because right now he was leaning his elbow on Jared's shoulder while devouring his apple, he wasn't so sure of what to say.
"Is he coming back?" Sikandar knew Jason not to have class.
Finally, Jared half-told the reason for Jason's quick disappearing act, "He was a little pissed off at something, so went to settle down."
Unknown to Jared, Sikandar says, "I guess he's okay now."
They all watch as Sikandar takes off across campus as Jason is coming in their direction.
Jared asks, "Should we stay around for the fireworks?"
Instead the three chose to head off towards the parking lot, Dobie and Jared caving in, allowing Faris to tag along.
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On the way back to his room, Rick was hit up no less than four times for a 'quickie'. Guys were starting to wonder, Rick nixed the fifth guy, waiting along the way, his dorm room door open, fifth gateway to a quick 'hit and run'.
Nearing his room, one of Rick's 'usual customers', gulped as he informed him, "I don't know what trouble you got yourself into, but there's a cop in your room!"
Rick entered his room, well knowing whom the perpetrator was, guys looking over his shoulder, getting shut out of entering, as well as peeking inside.
"How's it going, Ricky?"
Responding to Deputy Mark, lying there on Jared's bed, nude bod stretched with one arm behind his head, posing with his dark hairy pit flaunted, Rick asks, "And what happens if it wasn't me and some other frat walking through that door?"
"Like that door," Mark jokes, "my legs would be wide open and accepting!" He laughs.
"And how accepting do you think I would be, seeing one of my frat bro's lying between your legs and sucking on your lollipop?"
A little surprised to hear, Ricky stands there, listening to, "Of course you would tell him to get the hell out! Then," Mark sets up a little scenario for the two, "I'm sure you would think about taking the two sets of cuffs from my uniform, piled on the chair over there," Ricky looks too, "and fasten each set around one of my wrists, cuffing the ends to the head of the bed and then 'punish me' for allowing another guy to have sex with me."
It sounded like an invitation, so Ricky doesn't hesitate, unwinding the towel from around his waist and like mounting a horse, makes himself comfy sitting on Mark's chest.
By now, Mark imitated being Ricky's catch, holding onto the head of the bed, as if bound by cuffs.
Cock sitting on Mark's chest, Ricky leans forward, saying, "And then I inch my fuck tool up to your lips..." Friction of the sides of his shaft moving through the forest of Mark's chest hair, causes it to lengthen and fatten up. "You open your mouth..."
"And if I don't?"
Ricky wasn't prepared for this, unknowing where Mark was going with it, responding in a manner of which he only 'knew', "Hey, if you don't want it, there's a line of a dozen guys outside my door who would be willing to swallow?"
Smiling, the twenty-eight year old deputy informs, "No, that's not what I mean. I mean 'make' me."
"Oh you mean like shove it in your mouth and make you choke?"
"There's 'other ways' of going about it, Ricky?"
Frustated, there was only one other place he could stuff his cock, "If you don't want to, it's okay, but generally I like a nice, warm mouth to lube me up good before I 'insert'?"
He knew his idea wasn't getting across, so Mark spelled it out for him, "Reach behind you and grab up my balls?"
"WTF?"
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"I'm very sorry I got you mad at me."
"Huh?" Jason paused.
"I saw how you looked with Faris kissing me."
Jason assumed, "I just didn't understand Sikandandar, of how affectionate you were with me last night and how you could pretend I was your boyfriend and deceive your real boyfriend?"
Being serious, Sikandar says, "Faris is not my boyfriend." And he goes on, explaining it much as Dobie had.
Still lurking in Jason's mind is, "So you don't date this 'Faris' or have um...."
"No," Sikandar replies, knowing where Jason is going with this, "we only... Faris likes to kiss and at first I thought it was okay, but I did tell him we are not boyfriends. Same with the others on the team, we all think Faris is very affectionate."
"What about the straight dudes?" Jason inquires.
"Oh, I forget to mention, Faris only kisses inside the locker room."
"Then why do it at all?"
"Because Faris is different than the rest of us. He starves for the affection. I think someday Faris will find a man for himself."
After thinking like Sikandar, 'no harm', Jason makes amends in saying, "Tell you the truth, I think Faris is kinda cute!"
"What?" Sikandar raises question.
Placing his hands on Sikandar's shoulders, Jason assures him, "Cool it, bro! I was joking, okay?"
"Good," Sikandar said with relief, "because I want you to know I'm really starting to like you and no man, even half as good looking as Faris, will ever take me away from you."
Cocking his head, Jason smiles, replying, "Y'know that's probably the sweetest thing anybody's ever said to me?"
Giving Jason a fake slap aside the head, Sikandar says, "That is bullshit! C'mon, you want to get something to eat?"
Maybe more bullshit, maybe not, Jason replies, "69?"
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As soon as they walked into the off campus Italian restaurant, which was serving only pizza at the moment, the party of three split in two.
Faris exclaims, "I wonder if..." his voice trailing as he heads down a hallway.
"I think I have to go to the jon too," Jared says.
Tagging Jared's shoulder, restraining him, Dobie says, "Hold up there. That's not the way to the jon. It's over this way."
Doing an about face, Jared asks, "Then where's Faris going?"
"To see if Tone Linguini is working."
"Linguini?" Jared shows a perplexed look as his face as he stares at the wall, peeing in the urinal. "Now why does that sound familiar?"
Looking over the short wall between them, Dobie says, "You're peeing in their jon!"
Suddenly realizing Dobie staring at his handheld cock, he reveals, "Rick says there's guy who'll pay to taste a guy's 'lemonade'!"
Not at all surprised, which surprises Jared, Dobie concentrates straight ahead as he shakes off the last bit of tinkle and pockets his cock back in his pants, "Yeah, like Solomon."
"Huh?" Jared questions, following right after Dobie, flushing and zipping.
Both washing hands, Dobie gives a short synopsis, "Our first year of soccer, this Asian dude, Solomon, looking more like a football player, kneeled down in the shower and let one of the other guys pee on him."
"Pee on him?" Jared stopped with soaped hands and looked indirectly to Dobie, through the mirror.
"Not only 'on' him, but he held his mouth open and... well you can guess the rest!"
Jared, joking, says, "Must've been a tasty treat... not!"
So they laughed about it all the way back to the table. Sitting there was Faris, him saying, "I didn't know what you wanted, so brought you some lemonade, okay?"
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Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee
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