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: HoTteR THaN HeCK! WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Next day at work, Adam is shaken as he hears from behind, "Sorry to hear about your friend?"
He was at the copier, trying to alleviate the paper jamb. "Oh Chip! Hi! Yeah, thanks! It was kind of a sudden thing!" Then drawing a comparison to his hyper mood, upon speaking with Chip again, he tones down his voice to reflect his friend's grief, "Nobody knew. Jake's dad was like a model for perfect health, worked out in the gym, did kayaking. Him and Jake, they did a lot of fishing together on weekends. Sometimes I went. Mr. Calder was a great fisherman, but now... well I'll always remember when he took us fishing and did stuff. In a way he was the dad I never had."
Probably Chip didn't get the whole gist of what Adam was telling, but for the most part understood Jake's dad as being a good, wholesome father. He didn't mean to, but it slipped out, "I wish my dad had taken me fishing."
"At least you have one!"
"I suppose. At least he watches out for me, but... never mind," and instead Chip turns his focus to the copy machine, "here, let me see if I can get this unstuck for you."
It was obvious Chip evaded the subject and Adam also felt sorry for his comment, so tried repairing things, "I never knew my dad. He died when I was a baby."
"I'm sorry to hear it," Chip sympathized.
"Thanks," Adam replies, looking over Chip's shoulder. "You handle this machine like you know what you are doing?"
Noticing Adam is like less than an inch from touching the top of his shoulder, Chip turns his head, their heads almost in collision.
"Oh sorry! I didn't mean to...." Adam says, withdrawing his head back into his own space.
"It's okay. I didn't mind it," Chip meaning his lips almost making contact, something he was yearning to do yesterday and it stayed with him, like a hangover. "Tell me Adam, have you ever had any affairs with a guy?"
As the machine spit out copies, the two lads stood there in relaxed positions catching up on each other's lives.
"Not any `real' encounters."
"How's that go?"
Adam smiled. "I don't know about you but lots of times when I jerked myself off I've thought of some guy, either a famous person or it could have been some guy in my gym class."
Not a foreign idea to Chip, though he's never openly talked about it, he was comfortable telling Adam, "Once I had such a crush on my tenth grade art teacher. Each time I felt horny, it was him on my mind which brought me to the edge."
"Art? That was my major. Still is. Well sort of is. My mom says I would do better in business, but I really would like to study in a field I have an interest for."
"Lucky you. At least you have dreams that are reachable. As for me, it's the family business or... or forget it!"
"Sorry. I didn't mean to touch on a sensitive subject, Chip."
"It's okay."
Time to add paper and in two minutes the two were back to chatting, Chip asking, "So what do you like to do?"
"As in `what'?"
Chip meant art, but could very well change his mind to any other subject, but kept it clean, "Painting? Drawing?"
"Oh. I thought you meant..." and after a smile. Somehow, Adam figured if Chip meant something off the topic of art, he wouldn't mind `going there'. Instead he carried on conversation, "I like to do pencil sketches. The human anatomy."
And with sensitivity, Chip tred lightly, "Have you ever done any drawings of," and he tread lightly with wording, "clothes-less people?"
Not afraid to voice opinion, Adam replies, "No, I have never had the opportunity to draw a `naked guy'." And wherever this came from, "Why? You volunteering?"
It was an old catch phrase, but Adam was stunned when he got in return a serious answer instead of goofy laughter, "I might be up for it."
"Really?" Is all he could think of saying.
"I don't know. Dozens of guys have seen me naked in the gym locker room or the doctor, but I've never been naked with an.... um... gay guy. Have you?"
He wasn't stupid, Adam picking up on it right away, Chip wanting more facts in the personal nature. Then again, he felt so comfortable at the cat and mouse game, he didn't mind falling into his trap. "I've never had sex with a guy. Jake and me, sometimes we've laid next to each other in bed, but the only thing we didn't have on were our shirts. We've hugged and stuff. Just yesterday, because he was all broken up over his father, we hugged and I gave him a kiss, but I wasn't thinking about it ahead of time. It just came natural."
"Do you love Jake?"
"Sure. Most best friends do, but if your next question is `did we ever get it on?', the answer is no."
"I wasn't planning on going that far. It's really none of my business," Chip replied. Though, he liked having more knowledge of their relationship.
"Oh. Sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable Chip."
"It's okay. It's good to know stuff like this... I mean about another guy, just in case."
Adam felt led on, but he didn't mind it at all. Comfort was the key and he didn't mind volunteering info, nor wasn't hesitant about asking, at this point. "Just in case of?"
Innocent talk was all Chip thought this to be, but somehow he sensed he had pushed himself into a corner. Instead of adding to his own statement he rephrases it, "Do you think you would like to do something with me?"
In a giddy mood, Adam replies, "Sure! Alright if I sketch you in the nude?"
A bright, brilliant smile broke out on Chip's face as he replies, "You really want me to?"
"If you want to?"
"I think it would be cool. Can I do you?"
Getting into the word-play, Adam asks, "Sure. I always knew there would be a first time for a blow job!"
"I didn't mean it that way!"
Then facetiously, Adam puts it, "Oh! You meant draw me in the nude?"
"You knew what I meant!"
Then the machine jambed, made a grinding sound and stopped. As the two went over to it to investigate their mental faculties seemed to engage and they had no qualms about touching each other, Chip reaching in front of Adam, his arm brushing up against his abs, or Adam doing a quick reach-around Chip's waist to grab an exiting paper. When the machine kicked in and started working properly the two stood there, inches apart.
Adam felt it time for some investigating, "Have you like ever kissed a guy before?"
Chip tells, "Only when I was a little kid and it was my dad, so I guess it doesn't count, huh?"
Smiling wasn't a clue to Adam's next move as he told Chip to look at the sign on the wall, a warning not to overload the feeder tray. Then he gave him a peck on the cheek.
"You tricked me!"
"Yeah. I know!" Adam replied, standing there with a toothy grin on his face.
"Tell me."
"What?" Adam questions Chip's motive.
"Just what will I be in for if I pose for you in the nude?"
"Only one way to find out!"
"When?"
"After work if you would like. My place or your place?"
"I think best if it is at your place Adam."
"Sure. My mom is out most evenings. She's dating this really goofy guy, but at least the way I figured it, it's not some greasy motorcycle dude!"
The rest of the day Adam periodically kept on running into Chip, not literally, and it seemed like just knowing him, it came to pass where people began becoming more talkative with him.
One of the security guards, Sam, happened to catch his ear, "Y'know the Shipman kid..."
"Chip?"
"Yeah. He's gay y'know?"
Putting on airs, Adam replies, "No-o-o-o-o really? Not one of tho-o-ose!"
He thought Sam would be in agreement, because it's the way his question was put, "What have you got against us gays?"
At first he was shocked out of his gourd with embarrassment, then changed his tune, "No offense Sam. I mean you're not the only queer around here you know?"
Then, reading Adam like a book, "Oh I see. You were joking? Right?"
"Sorry I ruffled your feathers there Sam!"
"Not a problem," and he giggled it off. "You have to watch your step around here. Not everybody believes in equality."
"Anybody in particular?"
"Watch your back when it comes to Jim Grand. They couldn't finger anybody, but I swear he's the one who keyed Rob Langford's new silver BMW last month."
"Wow! A brand new car? What a sin!" Adam said in disbelief. "I can't believe there's people still around who are like that."
"Don't you worry. If anybody's going to catch him it's gonna be ole Sam here," he tapped his chest with his thumb.
"Old! You don't look old, Sam?"
"I'll be thirty-four this coming August. Yep. Getting older by the minute."
"Have you any boyfriends?"
Adam dejavu-ed, thinking of his chat two hours ago with Chip, when Sam replies, "Why? You volunteering?"
Sam was a little short for him, at five feet, nine inches tall, two inches shorter than himself and the age, he discovered age not to matter much as long as a guy wasn't say, over thirty-eight or even forty; the younger the better, but he kind of liked Sam and the age didn't play a part in whether a guy was right or wrong for him. "I wouldn't mind dating an older guy."
"Really now?"
Sam `had' him, "You would really date a young guy like myself?"
"It would be fun, but really... I'm into guys my own age."
Having some fun with it, Adam says, "Wouldn't that be discrimination Sam?"
"Well if you're forcing my hand!" It wasn't only the discrepancy which made Sam wipe his brow, thinking it was getting hotter than heck inside his little glass-walled security booth, set dead-center in the foyer of the Shipman building.
Comfortable as if talking with Chip, Adam became conscious of his emotional feelings and spoke his mind, "I would be okay if you and I got some pizza sometime?"
A little pudgy around the seams, Sam didn't believe what he was hearing, replying, "Wait! Say that again?" He faked cleaning an ear out with his pinky.
Reaffirming his thoughts, Adam was totally comfy with cupping his hands to form a makeshift megaphone, announcing to Sam, "I said I wouldn't mind having some pizza with you sometime. We could even go to the movies, if you wanted?"
"Wow!"
Adam giggled. "What?"
"I must be in the Twilight Zone!"
Leaning on the ledge of the booth, Adam says, "You shouldn't put yourself down Sam."
Adam had to laugh again when Sam joked, "Keep talking.... keep talking...." But poor Sam, in the apex of a pulsating moment, he had to be torn away from this promising conversation. "Oh excuse me..." he proceeded out of the booth and with intent of holding his clipboard in front of himself, lower than his stomach, he walked to the front entrance.
As for Adam, he knew he had to be back at his cubicle, but stuck around long enough to see how long it would take before Sam could safely remove his clipboard. Then it got him to wondering about the delivery guy, Sam dropping his `cover', seemingly careless if the man bringing a carton into the building on his shoulder, noticed!
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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