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. % Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.
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HoT FuN iN THe SuMMeRTiMe: Too HoT 2 TRoTT! WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Great job! All the principals and topics we learned in high school," Adam counts them off on the fingers of one hand, "productivity, the market system, supply and demand, opportunity and trade-offs, capital formation," till he runs out of fingers. "All these economic tools and what do you think I`ve been doing all morning?"
"Checking out guy's stats below the belt?"
Sliding a little in his seat, Adam figured if someone in the company cafe heard what Jake just blurted out, he could always fall victim to a fainting spell and slide under the table! Instead he scolded his peer, "You know not everybody is interested in what you like?"
"Really?" Jake replied, a look of question on his face. "Since when did you suddenly give up being `gay', Ad?"
"It's not me I'm talking about! Y'know it's not everybody who is comfortable with hearing about the likes and dislikes of the gay lifestyle?"
"Sure. I know that. So?"
"All I'm saying is you've got to watch your tongue around here, Jake, and if you have something 'gay' to say, you need to tone it down."
For a short moment Jake thought about it. "I suppose you're right..." Then Jake's eyes became as round as saucers. "OMG did you see `what' just walked in the door?"
"How can I Jake when I'm paying attention to you and my back is..." as Adam turned his head he picked out the crowd the same person Jake discovers. "Oh wow!"
It's like Jake never heard what Adam was saying, went right over his inflated head. "Too hot to trott!"
How Adam hated the phrase, a worn out one from like forty years ago, something Jake picked up from his grandfather. Or was it his great-grandfather?
"Our first day on the job and I've met my first hot guy!"
"He is nice."
"Nice? He's a fuckin' Adonis!"
Right now Adam was ready to exercise his ability to fake a fainting spell. But because he was feeling something for the guy too, he relaxed, thought about the implication this guy was having on his friend and out of delight of seeing Jake steal glances at the dude, he giggled.
Feeling insult, Jake asks, "You making fun of me Ad?"
"Yeah," he was truthful.
"I oughta swat you!" Jake's attention turned back to his mystery man.
Another giggle escaped from deep down in Adam's throat.
"You hear me?" Jake threatened again, but trained his eyes on the rather handsome six-footer greeting other people as he walked to the end of the café line.
"I hear ya Jake, but don't get your hopes up. First, you don't even know if he's gay. Second, you haven't met him, and third..." Not finding a third reason, Adam settles for, "thirdly, he's like twice your age?"
A lot was going over Jake's head.
"Are you listening Jake?"
"Yeah, um... I think I'll get myself another milk."
After he got up and made a beeline for the queue, Adam reaches across the table and jiggles the square little box of milk on Jake's tray. Having finished his own, he helped Jake finish his three-fourths filled one. He figured it would make an honest man out of Jake for when he returned to the table! Then he sat back watching Jake make a fool out of himself. Sure enough, Jake worked his way into the guy's life, finding `something' to talk about. Knowing Jake since fifth grade, he could pretty much predict the opening line...
"Uh, excuse me, sir," he took his bud's advice about the guy being `twice' his age, "but do you have change for a ten?"
The business dude turned around, first looking straight ahead, then lowering his head to Jake, who stood a couple of inches shorter. "I think I may," he replied.
"Cool," Jake said.
And with his wallet out, he asks Jake, "Where's your ten?"
"My ten... my ten... oh year, my ten!" Jake replies, feeling up the pocket of his white dress shirt, fishing through one pants pocket, then the other. With a slight smile he says, "Um, all I've got is a five and two ones?" He felt like a sap. He hoped his smile with iron things out.
Fortunately for Jake he was easy-going, but asked sternly, "Is this some kind of scam?"
His jaw dropping open like he was opening it for a nice fat, juicy cock, Jake scrambles for some words, "Um, no-no-no-no-no! I... you've gotta believe me sir," dressed, the guy obviously was upper management, "I thought when I left home this morning I put a ten in my pocket! I swear it!"
With the curved lips woven into a smile the guy says, "Well perhaps if you put that ten in your pocket tomorrow I'll have change for you? Excuse me, but I have an important board meeting this afternoon." He turned, caught up with the four empty spaces ahead of him and began choosing food from the counter.
Totally ignored and feeling defeat, the nineteen year old trekked back to the table he shared with his buddy.
"Where's your milk?" was Jake's entry question.
"He's gotta be somebody important. He's on the board," Jake replied as if Sherlock Holmes presenting some facts to solve a mystery.
Instead of pursuing Jake's need not' for milk, Adam asks, "So, what time are you going to meet the suit' in the jon for a quickie?"
It had come to Jake's mind it could have advanced to this stage, but instead he decided to take his loss out on his friend, "Y'know I oughta smack you one Ad? I'm not all about deceiving guys into having sex with me?" And then still on the trail of his mystery man, "He as much as said he'll see me tomorrow."
And half-ignoring his buddy, Adam says, "I didn't think so," replying to whether Jake scored or not. He recollected so many times sitting out by the lake in the grass, lazily thinking out loud, Jake telling of who he's fucked and how he went about it. Even though some of the encounters were highly dramatic and unbelievable, Adam didn't mind listening to one experience of Jake's and how, coincidentally, it sounded the same as one of the other hookups. It's not he didn't believe Jake. He saw it for himself one time. Saw how Jake could impale a guy and ride him like he was in the Kentucky Derby! Of course, some of the early years could have been put ons, Jake making up stories of how he fucked the pizza delivery guy or the guy who came to his house to fix the cable Tv, but Adam put his doubts away after the day he saw Jake in the back of the math teacher's car, fucking the hell out of him! What drew his attention to it, even though the car
was at the end of the back parking lot, in a secluded, bushy area, was the rocking of the vehicle. Surprised he was, but not surprised and even gleeful that Jake was getting even with the fifth grade teacher who flunked him, having him repeat the same year. But then he thought, if Mr. Cranston never flunked Jake, they would not be the good friends they are today. As he began to focus he realized Jake's attention was somewhere else as well. He looked at Jake, then where Jake was looking. "Make any contact yet E.T.?"
In an angry tone, Jake says, "No. He's too fuckin' busy talking with those other dorks!"
And then half off subject Adam inquires, "Are you hard?"
Finally turning his attention to Adam, Jake says, "What do you think Ad?"
He thought Jake was hard! As he's always recalled, Adam replies, "Well you always told me you were hard in biology class, Jake!"
"C'mon. Let's get back to work!"
Smiling to himself, Adam knew the reason Jake was carrying his tray at waist-height and not higher. He also knew why Jake avoided talking about biology class. Frankly, at the time, he thought Jake didn't have a chance of passing the course. But then again he always wondered how Jake ever managed to get his high school diploma when he hardly attended a gym class. He must've figured out `a way', which made Adam smile. Then coming back to reality, "Ahem!" Adam coughed out.
"What?" Jake said as they traveled the hallway.
"Um like you've got a `wet spot' showing?"
"Where?" Jake looked down at himself, parting his legs a little, in an obvious manner of studying his crotch.
"Problem?" came from behind them in a deep voice.
Without turning around, Jake knew `that voice'. On his face it showed, the look like something was strangling him and needing air or die.
Making up something quick, Adam says, "I think Jake spilled his milk on his pants."
Milk is right, but not the kind which comes from a cow!
"Shit happens!" The guy says. "If you want to I'll show you how to take care of that?"
Both boys were thinking the same thing, though didn't have a clue they were thinking if the business dude meant the stain or `Jake'!
"Uh, sure," Jake replied.
Walking down the hallway they came to an unmarked door. Both thought it to be a maintenance closet, but when the door is keyed it opens to a rather large, lavishly equipped men's jon.
"After you," the business dude holds the door open.
Thinking if something transpires, Jake would rather it be confidential. "Um, I'll see you later after work Ad."
A bit disappointed, Adam quickly overturned his sad feeling, knowing he would hear all about it from Jake as they drove home. For now he took Jake's advice and headed back to his job. He wondered what meaningless chore he would be asked to do this afternoon. Quite elated by thinking about Jake, his mind manufacted images of Jake, in all likelihood of his pants being removed. One thing settled in his mind, he wasn't putting anything past his friend. But also, Adam should have been paying attention to where he was walking!
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Came the cry, out of the mouth of a dude carrying a stack of papers.
"Oooops! Sorry!" Adam said, looking at the guy on his ass, papers scattered all over the place. "You alright?"
"My glasses!" the guy shouted out, his hands feeling up the floor for them.
"Here," Adam said after bending over picking them up.
"Oh thanks," the guy replied. But then, realizing the implications of the collision, "Oh my! I'll never get these back in order and to the conference room in time!"
As Adam helped pick them up, handing them to the other guy, they struck up a conversation, him leading, "I've really got to be watching where I'm going." And then light-minded, "My fault! I was on the wrong side of the road!" Adam put the guy in his early twenties and as far as attitude, all businesslike.
"It's okay," the guy replied, but then in worry, "I've got to get these all filed away in books and stacked on the conference room table by 3 o'clock or else it'll be my ass!"
Adam wondered, but instead of letting his mind go the way Jake's would go at such a comment he instead says, "By the way, my name is Adam Telemann."
"I'm Alexander Shipman, but...."
It then dawns on Adam, "Shipman? Any relation to the guy who owns this business?"
"My dad. Really I'm the fourth in a long line of owners and so we don't get mixed up people call me Chip."
There was reason for Adam to have a big smile on his face, Chip stopping with his busy work in order to shake his hand. But as the two sat there on their knees and glanced at each other, it seemed like both wanted to greet each other in a much different manner than a plain handshake, so it seemed. The trance each locked into, dictated it so!
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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.....