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: THe NaKeD TRuTH WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Ad! I gotta talk to you!" Jake says, holding his friend back by the shoulder as they approach Adam's car in the parking lot of the Shipman building.
A smile on his face, Adam knew what the pretense at which Jake was excitedly provoking conversation between the two.
His excitement building, Jake had to wait til Adam beeped the car doors open, their asses plastered to the seats, it was like nonstop pouring out from Jake's lips, "Going to the jon was like nothing like I thought it was going to be with Alex."
"Alex?" Adam asks as he keys the ignition.
"Yeah, um," he corrects himself, with a quick-think of himself as being eighteen years old and Alex forty-four, "Mr. Shipman. It's not at all like I thought it was going to be!"
"Mr. Shipman, eh?" And dealing in to his friends's hand, "Did he help you get that spot off your pants? Find the source and remedy it?"
"Y'know Ad, you may think that's all I've got on my mind is sex, but you're not the only one out there looking?"
It's true. For now Adam had to put his `evil thoughts' to rest and think more on the logical side. Like their boyhood talking, turning into teen talking and then looking ahead to college, sure they thought there would be a lot of playing around, but also on their minds were finding the right guy in the vast sea of single, gay men. "So you've hit it big and hooked up with the company president, huh?"
Seeing his best friend has changed his course of investigation, Jake clears the record first, "Y'know Mr. Shipman really wasn't out to get into my pants. His intentions were really to help get the stain off my pants and believe it or not it really was some spilled milk... the kind that comes from cows!"
"Okay. So I was thinking what I was thinking. I apologize." He was dying to tell his own story, however was anxious to hear the outcome. He was curious about one little facet, "Um, how did you get the milk off? Did Shipman..."
"He was really very nice about it. He told me to go into one of the stalls and remove my... get this, he calls them trousers'. Nobody calls them trousers' anymore!"
"The dude's like in his forties isn't he?"
"Um yeah, so?"
"Cut him a break. I mean it's not like somebody using the worn out phrase from like the Civil War...."
Jake knew it was coming...
"Like too hot ta trott!"
Whiny, Jake replies, "When... are... you... ever.. gonna..."
"Forget it! So, you gave Shipman your pants and then what happened?"
Right before they were turning into Jake's driveway, he says, "He cleaned them alittle, held them under the air-dry, then handed them back to me."
"That's it?"
With his back parked against the passenger door, hand ready to jack the handle, Jake smiled.
Expecting the most erotic scene, one yet to come, Adam asks, "Did he fall on his knees before you pulled up your pants? Did he yank your briefs down? Suck you off?"
Rather enjoying his friend's play-by-play account, Jake's smile turned into laughter. "None of those things you horny bastard!"
"Moi?" Adam tries deflecting his guilty pleasures.
"What? You think I'm the only part of this friendship who gets a hardon everytime a hot guy walks by?"
Rather than allow his friend to ramble on, Adam informs, "Jake, I met a guy!"
"Met a guy?" Jakes asks in a surprised manner. "You? And you accuse me of..."
"It wasn't in the jon. I just happen to run into him in the hallway." He got out of giving details when Jake's mom appears at the front door giving call for him to come inside.
"This is not over," Jake says, departing Adam's car. "I'll call ya later!" He slammed the door shut, but opened it and said, "Oh by the way, I didn't make it with the boss, but he says he's got a nice son my age whom I should meet up with!"
As Adam backed out the drive, he wondered whether he should have gotten out of the car and called Jake back. Instead he geared the car into forward and peeled out towards home. `Damn!' he said to himself, really wanting to share his good news with Jake. The two have been like that, sharing the good and the bad throughout their lives. Only now, he wondered how Jake would take the news of him maybe having something going with the boss' son!
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Crosstown, in the hills above the locale where Adam and Jake resided, there stood a few mansions belonging to the elite. When kids, Adam and Jake used to ride their bikes up the hills, but never saw the inside, nor grounds of any of the estates, each toting it's own version of security, marked by a gate and a small entry house, which stationed a guard at the entrance. In modern times most of the sentries have been replaced by fancy security cameras.
"Father, how many times do I have to tell you? If I wanted to find a guy I can find him myself?"
"If you don't want him I'll take him!" Chip's older brother replies.
"I bed your pardon?" A thing about Alexander Shipman, and those around the office well know it, if you weren't being spoken to, you didn't interfere. Here he was questioning both their motives.
Chip gets his digs in too, "Whatsammater TJ? Your hottie stud stand you up on a date last night?"
"He was busy," TJ got his excuse in.
"Chip that's enough." As Chip apologizes, their father says to TJ, "I said time and again son..."
"I know pop," TJ said with sarcasm, "when you speak the world listens!"
"If you weren't of legal age," Shipman threatened his son.
Even though to the rest of the world eighteen was the legal age, in the Shipman household a man became a man when was given `his share' of the business, which came about the same time a business degree was achieved. It was one of the things Alexander Shipman held over the heads of his sons. Do good or else forfeit your share. Before this occured life could get demanding.
"What? You'll take me downstairs into your private whipping chambers?" TJ asks with the same sarcasm.
They didn't get along and it was obvious to Chip, which was a problem he never had between himself and his father.
"That'll be enough of that talk, Thomas!"
"Why? Afraid Chipster here might find out about some of your little secrets?"
As of the past few months, since he came home from boarding school, there have been some subtle hints dropped, of which Chip has not begun to think what they might entail. Lately he's been meaning to ask, but hasn't found time alone with TJ, to bother to ask. He always wondered why there was such friction between the two.
"I said that's enough Thomas!" Their father raised his voice.
"I'm outta here," TJ said, got up and walked out.
He wasn't sure he should say something, being he was eighteen, under the Shipman legal age', but he remembered something he learned in boarding school about standing up for yourself, so ventured to ask, "Father, what did TJ mean about your little secrets'?"
"That's between Thomas and I. Now about you," and he completely skipped over all the conversation thus far, "how did you spend your day at work? Constructive I would hope?"
He was all psyched up about meeting Adam, but let it slide through his fingers. Instead he disguised the boredom of preparing reports for the board meeting as a very constuctive project and responded in the positive, "Overall I had a very good day at work. I learned a lot." Actually he didn't learn all that much even though his father made it plain to all who were on staff to give Chip advice on anything they deemed of importance. The whole day would have seemed like a total waste if he hadn't literally ran into Adam!
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As night fell, Adam waited for Jake to call but it didn't materialize. Up in his room he worked over some college applications, last minute ones of middle-of-the-woods community colleges, just in case he didn't into his first choices. Sitting there in his swivel chair, he took a revolving tour of his room. "Hey! Isn't that uncanny!" He noticed for the first time, the way things were laid out on the wall. He hadn't realized the pictures he painted in kindergarten, painted handprints and `chicken scratch' with crayons, then more immaterial works from grade school, the era of comic book characters, then more agressive sketches he's done from high school, a bowl of fruit and the full figure human bod, of which his mind lingered. His imagination running wild, his hand slid from his thigh down to his crotch as he pictured the plain-faced figure having Chip's face. With Chip standing at five feet, ten inches tall, Adam's figure now had
brown hair. He imagined a brown treasure trail of the same hair color below the navel. He laughed to himself, looking down, when he felt up pubic hair, his hand slipping inside his gym shorts. But he slipped back into the imaginary world of his wall-sketch, the cock on the canvas becoming more lifelike. And like himself, it was getting more pronounced, longer, thicker, more engourged. Soon his other hand joined in on the action, grabbing hold of both gym shorts and briefs and helping his balls keep them pinned out of the way of his other hand, now stroking firmly. He closed his eyes and let the world under his eyelids complete the fabricated story of seeing Chip naked. As his cellphone starting playing a tune he began to shoot his load, feeling the ecstasy at the same time yelling out loud, "Not...no-o-o-o-o-ow! Not... oooooh....oooooh... ohhhhh!" And as soon as enough ropes of cum shot out to satisfy his needed release, he grabbed his cellphone and
opened it.
"What!" he yelled into it, still into his fit of frenzy. "Oh! It's you Jake. Hold on a sec!" Looking around, Adam cursed the empty tissue box. "Dammit!" he yelled, grabbing the tee shirt he had taken off right before sitting down at his desk. He wiped off his hands, then the cell phone. "You there?" He asked, reconnecting with Jake. "What?" he yelled into the phone with astonishment! And even after Jake explains, he yells again, "What?" A short pause and, "I know what you said. Oh Jake I'm so sorry. I'll be right over!"
Most of Adam's spent load remained inside his briefs as he shucked the shorts and put on some jeans. He began to put the tee shirt back on, but cursed himself out, tossing it in the hamper. In less than three minutes he was ready to head out the door. His parents weren't home from work yet. Unlike the usual, he would call them later instead of leaving a note. Jumping in his secondhand car he was on the road. Arriving at Jake's house, Jake was waiting there right in the driveway for him. He reiterated his feelings for Jake when he got out of the car, "Jake, I'm so, so sorry."
"I know," is all Jake could seem to say as the two embraced right there in the driveway.
Their shared feelings lasted for what seemed ages. Unknowingly, Adam did something he never had done before with Jake. Sure, they often gave each other a quick hug to say hello or goodbye, a congratulatory hug at graduation or on another occasion, but with the news of Jake's father passing away Adam's love for his best friend shown with him kissing Jake on the cheek.
On Jake's part, a spur of the moment thought, "Can you stay tonight. I really need you."
"Sure." And then thinking of the note which was supposed to be left, "I need to call my folks."
Arm in arm, they walk inside Jake's house.
"Where's everybody?"
"Mom's down at the funeral parlor. She took Kip and Cindy with her."
"When did it happen?"
"Almost quitting time. Mom says they called her almost as he she was about to leave work. Dad was due to clock out ten minutes before he collapsed. They say it was a heart attack."
Unlike the `bold' friend Adam has come to know Jake as, he could tell he was on the verge of letting the damn break, but knew Jake was restraining with all his might. "Hey, just let go Jake. It's like only you and me here."
In Jake's livingroom the two stood there, staring into each other's eyes. And as the tears did come down, the eighteen year olds gathered each other up in a blanket of loving arms.
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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