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LiFe SuCKs! 10 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Trevor thought this great, a great way to help vindicate Jerome's evil deed against his brother. As for himself, savored the footballers cock almost as much as a couple of college jocks on campus, those with tall, fat shafts. However, sensing Jerome giving in, whether by demand from Kyven, or just the feeling of wanting to finish the full cycle, `soft-hard-suck-shoot', mixed with emotions, Trevor senses the beginning pulsing of Jerome's torso.
"Ahem!" Kyven clears his throat.
With instruction not to talk, while Kyven play cameraman, Trevor looks up, seeing a finger being twirled about. He got it with welcome arms, or rather open ass! He had pulled off quite a few times, attacking Jerome's balls with tongue and mouth, so what he did this time, he still got a whimper of longing off the lips of Kyven's bro.
However, when Trevor didn't return with open mouth over the eighteen year old's 10c, Jerome's eyes opened and focuses, a soft, almost inaudible voice asking, "Why'd you stop?"
"Why'd I stop?" Trevor returns, then looking up at Kyven and his cam, "I think we might be getting through to him!"
"Cut!" Kyven yells out, turning off the cam.
"Oh no. Don't tell me you got me on the video?" Trevor questions.
"Don't worry. We can edit it out later."
After lying on the table for roughly three hours, Jerome complains, "When are you guys gonna let me go?"
Doing all the talking, Kyven explains, "Since you're hard and rockin' the table, bro, we figured we'd finish this out all proper like?"
He knew what gay guys did, Jerome thinking already about his cock and balls being lathered up with spit, massaged, though he didn't really have much to complain about, especially when Jerome got past the thinking it wasn't a girl doing it. Out of this whole awful ordeal, sapped of a lot of energy he had before being stripped and strapped down, Jerome replies, "Whatever," adding, "doesn't matter. You know when you let me up I'm going straight to the cops?"
Walking around the table, Jerome's brother solemnly says, "That means I'm going to have to resort to more harsher methods."
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Travis thought it unfair, after their trio of sucking and fucking had come to a conclusion, Tom, the hot twenty-six year old nurse from the hospital, saying, "Sorry I have to dash, but I have to cover for a buddy at the hospital."
"You know?" Eric works his way out from the pocket of Travis' armpit, "I need to get up early in the morning. Mind dropping me off at my place, Tom?"
"I thought I was going to," Travis says, "in Mike's truck?"
"It's no problem," Tom replies. After all, he didn't have a single problem with fucking Eric's tight ass!
Fitting his legs into his pants, Eric says, "I'll catch up with you sometime this week, Travis." He forget his briefs, wanting to keep pace with Tom, so stuffed them in his jeans pocket.
"Yeah, okay," Travis replies, still under the impression Eric was going to spend more time with `him', maybe the whole night.
In a matter of a minute, Travis was all by himself in the bed. For some reason, the smelly sheets turned him off. Getting off the bed he gathered both flat and fitted up, dumped out the two pillows and walked off to the jon, stuffing the whole wad in the hamper. Still running through his mind is why Eric left, but then it occurs to him, maybe it was because he was more immature compared to Tom. Thinking on this, Travis' hand fell to his cock. He smiled, reflecting on Eric, switching back and forth between himself and Tom, and dwelling on it, says out loud in a snotty manner, "I guess you liked `Tom' more than you liked me!" He laughs. At eighteen, he knew he had plenty of time to figure things out.
He probably should have been annoyed, but wasn't too bent out of shape, after it came to him, Chapter 1 of Mike's book, a preface to all the other chapters, the title really telling it all, If It Doesn't Work Out The First Time, Get On The Ball And Sniff Out New Prey.' He smiles, thinking about Eric and one of the subjects of Mike's first chapter, about seize and devour', Eric acting like he had an uncontrollable urge to get as much cock as he could. It even made Travis laugh, watching Eric's throat swallow, when Tom forced his cock in deep, with every shot of semen. "Hmm," he stopped to think, why it was, Eric sucking down Tom's load, right from the source, whereas when Travis came... well it was Tom's handling of his hard shaft while it erupted, anyway, why Eric lapped his spunk off his pubes?
Life was too short to think about things like that. A bit tired from his whole hectic day, Travis forgot all about Tom and Eric, though not the feeling he got from their sweet sex and grabbing a towel off a bar, hightailed it out to the hot tub.
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Trevor was as much in the dark as Jerome, regarding whatever plan it was Kyven was thinking up for his brother.
"Flogger?" Trevor says, picking it up off the table, offering it to Kyven.
"Nah. Tell me, Trevor," Kyven looked dead in his brother's eyes, "how much of an effort would it be to roll that milking machine in here?"
Trevor surrendering, "Cool!"
On the other side of the coin, Jerome utters in an annoying complaint, "You're sick!"
"I dunno," Kyven says frivolously, "I thought it would be rather sensuous having my cock milked while you're fucking me?"
Relief flooded Jerome's whole person at first, but then the `fucking' hit home, "Forget it, bro! Are you outta your fuckin' tree? Go get some other homo to get your rocks off!"
"Why?" Kyven sets his hand on the top of Jerome's pube fur, sliding it upwards, sweeping over Jerome's teen treasure trail, up his rippled abs, "It would not be like you're doing it on your own accord?"
Yet, Kyven knew, once his bro got into feeling him jackknife his ass over Jerome's pubes, bounced up and down more than a few time over his hard shaft, well... nature would take its own course!
"Time to suck up!" Trevor announces himself, rolling the milking machine on rusty wheels, pulling, straightening out the steering, the wheels wanting to go their own way, getting behind it, pushing, pulling again.
Rushing over, Kyven says for his brother's benefit, "Here! Let me give you a hand there, Trevor. I'm sure Jerome doesn't want us making him wait!"
At saying it, Jerome's curiosity had piqued, tilting his chin almost to his chest to look at what the two were trying to roll in. "Milking machine?" he said soft enough, only he could hear it. He never recalls ever seeing one. Jerome gulps though when he hears Trevor say something.
Making remark, "Hey, I wonder what we would get if we milked his nips?" Trevor laughs.
Suddenly they hear the barn door bang, Kyven and Trevor fear the worst, maybe the cops. If it were two officers of the law in particular, Kyven knew he wouldn't need to worry.
Recognizing the individual, Trevor calls over, "Talon! I thought you went to find some new action?"
"Yeah, right," Talon says in a sarcastic manner. However, the trick he dialed on his way out of the dairy yard, canceling, he thought he would wind up his night back at the barn. Somehow this all slipped from his mind, laying eyes on Kyven, "Hey, aren't you the guy..."
"Uh, yeah. My friend and me, we asked you about the barn, but I guess you were in a hurry?" Kyven replies.
There wasn't a peep out of Jerome. For now, his brother and the other dude, Talon, making eyes at each other, bought him some time. All along, whenever they didn't pay attention to him, Jerome tried gnawing somehow through the ropes attaching him to the table.
Breaking the silence, Trevor, not lying to himself the milking machine was making him awfully horny, shouts, "Well, you're just in time, Talon!"
Looking past Kyven, past Trevor and behind him, he makes his move, "Oh I see you brought my machine out."
"Your machine?" Kyven questions.
Trevor replies, "Talon is good with his hands. He fixed it."
"Hmm," Kyven says, "good with your hands, are ya Talon?"
"And `other' bod parts," Talon replies, wiggling his eyebrows in Kyven's direction.
Jerome kept gnawing.
"Maybe since you are the fix it man, you can explain how it works?" Kyven asks.
"Right," Talon picks up the long hose, "only problem with this, you need four things to suck up in order for it to function properly?" his finger counts out 1-2-3-4 suctioning cups.
Trevor was already counting, himself, one', Talon, two', Kyven, `three', and... "Is it okay if we mix a straight guy's juice with ours?"
It was a suggestion Talon loved hearing, responding with such horny glee, "Hell yeah!"
Rolling the milking machine over to the table, Trevor holds up the cord, "Where do we plug it in?"
They searched high and low, but there was no outlet to be found.
A brilliant idea comes into Talon's head, "I got a generator in the back of my truck?" Rather than wait for opinion, Talon tags Kyven's shoulder to help him.
Of course, Kyven totally devoid of his clothing, said he'd get his pants, instead Talon dissuading him, saying nobody was around. Still, Kyven persisted, Talon giving up and instead of Kyven putting pants on, Talon strips his off!
Left alone, even after a half minute, Trevor was on pins and needles, waiting for the two to return with the generator. Walking over to Jerome's bound bod, says, "So, straight man, which you think you would like more? Me sucking your cock or licking your balls?"
"What?" Jerome asks back, aghast at such a question.
Presenting the facts, all true, Trevor's hip leans on the table, arms folded across his middle, in a pose as would an interrogator would assume, "Kyven and me both heard you moaning. You liked it right?"
"I'm not answering any of your questions!"
Cool and calm, his interrogator replies, "You don't really have to. The facts are clear. You loved my mouth engulfing your cock. You loved it when I planed my tongue up and down the sides. Give up, you loved the whole thing. You know how I can tell?"
"I don't give a fuck what you think!"
"Right," Trevor replies, dropping his arms, "but I can bet you give a damn about the way I can make you feel!"
Three minutes of conversation had passed, Trevor walking down the length of the table, his hand placed on Jerome's lightly haired thigh, planing till it ran over the kneecap.
"By the way, Jerome, I not only like... I mean `love' the taste of cock and balls!" he giggles.
Of course, Jerome wondered where Trevor was going with all of this. Up until now, other than the gay sex stuff, the bondage, both of those things were not harmful. Only the whiplash over his pubes had caused his bod to clam up, clenching his teeth in pain. Now he wondered if that was what is in store for him again?
"Mm-m, nothing like a juicy hambone!"
Trevor was up on the table again on all fours.
Again Jerome recites the proverbial question, "What're you gonna do?"
`Do' is what Trevor does without saying, bending his head, his shoulders towards the table. He could have opened wide and taken Jerome right in, but curves his shoulder to the side, sticks his tongue out and licks Jerome's inner thigh.
He got a moan or two out of Jerome, but then realized it wasn't his tongue licking up the `lambchop', but rather his scruffy beard sandpapering Jerome's ballsac!
"Like that, do ya?" Trevor laughs.
Jerome didn't say.
"Want some more?"
Jerome still didn't talk, but was curious of Trevor's next step, again his chin almost to his chest, looking over his pecs.
Picking up Jerome's cock, which was semi-soft, Trevor first jokes, "What're you, a size 10?"
"Fuck you!"
Trevor has a field day with this, "Yeah? Really? You want to?"
"I don't do guys!" Jerome forgetting his opinion mattered!
For six minutes Trevor has been `playing' with Jerome's emotions, replying, "Not yet anyway, huh?" he laughs, bending his head to lick, Jerome resigned to his fate.
Now, going on seven minutes since Talon and Kyven set foot out of the barn, Trevor wonders what's up. Though, he doesn't think two much on it, thinking of Talon as an ever-horny soul. Too, by the look of Kyven's hard shaft, he had worked himself up quite a bit and was due for some relief. However, when it came to himself, yeah Trevor wasn't much different.
Peering over to the milking machine, his thoughts were on Talon's rational explanation of it not much of a machine without a quartet of cocks. He then gets a reasonable idea, "You know you owe me?"
"I don't owe you fuckin' anything," Jerome replies.
"Well, not me personally, but you owe my bro. I don't see any harm in collecting for him!"
Cave in of Jerome's eyebrows show the inquisitive thoughts he felt at this moment.
"I have to admit, trying to make a straight guy gay," Trevor lifts his bod up, straddles Jerome, his ass right above his bellyhole, "is pure lunacy. I mean, I think using a gay guy in place of your girlfriend, no sweat in that. Around campus there's plenty of guys, when they can't get it, turn to us gay guys." Reflecting on more than a few, "And they're fuckin' hot I can tell you!"
He wanting to get out of there. However, it also stoked his mind, curious about what Trevor talked about, "Yeah right. A guy is going to pick a gay dude over his girlfriend!"
"Let me restate that, um, when his girlfriend isn't available? Like how many times has your girl been unavailable and you've had to whack off?"
He didn't want to admit it, but Jerome knew there were more than a couple of times, having to shoot his own load onto his stomach, with thoughts dancing in his head. Still sticking to his guns, not volunteering much, he said nothing.
"Doesn't matter. You're graduating. You'll find out when you get on campus."
He never wondered about it before, didn't even think about it, the gay scene on campus. Like high school, he figured the gays kept to themselves. It then dawns on Jerome, the idea of not only Travis being gay, but others he has trusted friendship with, Duke and Bart. As much as Travis was his good, good buddy, so are... were Duke and Bart. Thinking of his future, now that high school was two weeks from being history, "Like how does a straight guy feel when he fucks a guy for the first time?"
Picked out of his brain, Trevor thinks of Mike's book, Chapter 10, `The Art Of Straight Seduction', "Same as anyone tries something new for the first time. Of course you are going to be reluctant if it is strange to you. Why should you be any different than the next guy when it comes to a straight guy doing something gay with another guy?"
"I dunno," Jerome replies, then curiosity strikes again, "How does a straight guy feel... you know, after it's done?"
"Nine out of ten times I hear it right from the source, a guy telling me he never thought it could feel so good. That works both ways too."
"Both ways? Like what?"
As ten minutes turns into fifteen, Trevor just sat there on Jerome's lower abs, like in a comfortable chair, carrying on conversation, smiling, "Both ways, meaning when a straight guy gets curious on how it feels to suck cock?"
Not knowing how to explain that away, Jerome says, "That's stupid!"
"Only to people with closed minds. Those who think the only right way is their way. Guys who only think they can get a mental and physical high by staying locked up in their dorm room jerking themselves off. No matter if you're after a girl or a guy, sex is better with two. If you can't get it with one, try the other."
"Other?"
"Sex. Like in guy to guy sex?"
It began to hit home for Jerome. Little did any of them know, not even Jerome's closest buds, that when he met up with his girlfriend and her friends earlier today, to go shopping, she gave Jerome the cold shoulder, telling him he was a big bully for being involved in beating up Travis Dalles. Exactly the situation Trevor talked about, `not getting it', had befallen Jerome, his girl telling him she needed some time to think out their relationship. Jerome knew he would be solo jerking all weekend. Perhaps this had a hand in him starting to believe what Trevor had told him as gospel!
Swallowing his pride and what life used to hold for him, Jerome meekly asks, "Do you think.... you could... show me?"
"Of course I don't mind showing you the way, Jerome, only thing is... what are you going to do when I untie you from the table?"
Twenty-four minutes passing, they both hear Talon scream, "Somebody want to come and open the door?!"
Jumping off the table, Trevor rescues the two, each holding a side of the generator. As they pass in through the door, grazing his bare bod, he asks, "Um, like where have you two been?"
Talon, the man with all the answers, says, "We had trouble getting it out of the truck!"
Regardless, Trevor tells them, "I think Jerome is having a change of heart."
"What?!" Kyven says as if appalled.
Cutting to the quick, Trevor replies, "Yeah. He wants to know how straight guys get it on with gay dudes, before he gets to college." Because he looked at two wondering faces, tells Kyven and Talon, "Chapter 12?"
Talon questions, "Stretching it to fit in?"
"Not exactly as the title reads, Talon, but when Mike tells about the expectations of college students when they hit campus?"
"Oh, you mean when..."
Kyven says, "Yeah, that's the one."
"You've read his book?" Talon asks Kyven.
"Of course. What gay guy hasn't. How do you think it became number one on the bestseller's list? Do the math, Talon?!"
Half-joking, Talon replies, "You crusin' for another fucking, boy?"
"Another what?" Trevor asks, totally with it about why they took so long.
"Never mind," Talon replies, "let's get the milker set up."
"You're a little too late, Talon."
For now, Jerome was allowing Trevor to do his bidding. Of thoughts he had prior to the other two leaving the barn, he's decided on leaving his childhood thoughts to the past. In the beginning of his senior year, him and his buds thought the speech his guidance counselor gave, `making the most of your high school years', something stupid. He remembers him and his peers laughing at the very idea. Nah, their senior year, they were out to have fun, make the best of the last year of the rest of their public school life. Mostly that's what Jerome and his friends did.
Two weeks before graduation, already knowing the college he would attend, Trevor's little speech made him wise up. Now, on the level of college thinking, Jerome decides to suddenly `not' allow Trevor to carry on for him, "I can speak for myself!"
Kyven walks over to his brother, says, "Yeah, we've already seen that, bro!"
"Why don't you give him a chance?" Trevor says, outspoken, seeing the animosity between the two brothers.
"Give him a chance?" Kyven replies. "Have you forgotten him and his friends worked over your little brother?"
"Right and when are you going to stop working over `your' little brother, Kyven?"
Talon says, "Uh, I forgot. One of us has got to return the U-Lug-it. I better get going before we're charged for two days!"
Kyven was a little more than pissed. Taking a hand, his palm at slapping speed, he slugged the camera, knocking it and the tripod over, saying, "Fuck this!" He raced out, after Talon.
"I think Kyven's a little mad," Trevor says.
"He should be." In a meek way, Jerome says, "I'm really sorry I hurt your brother and you know what?"
"What?" Trevor assumes the pose, hip to the edge of the table, looking down upon Jerome, his nude bod bound out to all four corners.
"Do you think, if, Monday, he would be cool with still being friends?"
"I don't know. I'm not Travis!"
Looking up at his predicament, each hand roped to a corner, Jerome says, "I'm not asking you to trust me, just loosen one hand so I can talk on my cell?"
"You want to call Travis? Now?"
"Uh, yeah. I feel real bad about what I did. The sooner I can make things right, I think I'll feel better about it."
Weighing then and now, Trevor decided one hand would be cool, doing just that. Thinking on how sincere Jerome was, he could have untied the other, while he rifled through Jerome's jeans for his cellphone. Silly', he thought after turning it on for Jerome, he could have used his own. However, maybe it was part of the symbolism', Jerome using his own phone to achieve his own forgiveness.
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Out back, in the hot tub, Travis lay against the wall, thinking of how it would not be so bad working for Mike this summer, not with amenities like this!
His cell was on, in case Trevor tried getting him, but when he picked it up and saw Jerome's number painted across the readout, he froze, even though waist-deep he was hot!
"Oh my god!" he thought out loud. He picked it up, set it down and then retrieving it from the pavement, answered, "Hello," like he didn't know who it was, attaching a bit of attitude.
Part of Jerome's plan, impromtu, he says, "I'm here with your brother."
"My brother? Put him on," Travis exclaims. He could hear Jerome say, `he wants to talk to you.'
The phone went back and forth, Trevor explaining to his brother things cool with Jerome and he wanted to apologize.
Getting back on, Jerome did as Trevor predicted, adding there wouldn't be a hassle in school on Monday morning, that he had a change of feelings, but most off, he says it was no big deal that Travis was gay, he was still his friend.
"Wow!" Travis says, turning his phone off. "I gotta tell Mike!"
In his excitement, at Mike's door, Travis forgot about the details to the five landing in Mike's home, two leaving and one remaining, barging in and exclaiming, "Guess what Mike!"
"What the hell, mate! Don't you got no manners?"
It stunned Travis a bit. Here, hours prior, Finn was a sunny, cheerful man and now he had just shown his angry side, like the big, grizzly bear he looked like right now!
"Sorry," Travis said, with obvious intent, by seeing, "for interrupting your fucking around."
Mike loved little candles and several small candles, set in stained glass holders, sat about. He notices something about Mike, "What happened to you?"
He could see a little over Finn's shoulder, Finn sitting there on his knees, his long tube apparently lodged inside Mike.
"Nothing," Mike said, lying, "we accidentally spilled a candle!"
"Oh," Travis said of the candle wax integrated with Mike's bod hair across his pecs. "Must've been a big candle."
"So, what's the big news?" Mike asks, deterring Travis from anymore questions about the dried wax.
"I just wanted to say, I got a call from Jerome."
"Jerome?" Mike show interest, but more interest in Finn pulling out, leaving a void!
"To be continued," Finn said.
Travis notices the long fuck tool, glistening in the light of so many candles, but soon it's covered up, Finn lying next to Mike.
"Sorry," Travis shows honest sympathy for Finn having to ruin a perfectly good canal-massaging. Turning to Mike, "Yeah, he called to tell me everything is cool for Monday. He's not going to blast it all over the school."
"See? Didn't I tell you I could fix things?" Mike says with pride.
Finn says, "Nothing like being modest!"
"Guess what else?"
"Haven't a clue," Mike replies. "What?"
"Bart and Duke are gay."
All Mike could do is laugh his ass off, saying like he meant it, but didn't, "Poor Jerome!"
Backing out of the room, Travis says, "Well, I guess everything's okay. Thanks," but he trips over something.
Doing a sit up, Mike asks, "You okay?"
Standing, Travis says, "Yeah, but who left their briefs on the floor?" he holds a it like it's diseased.
"Not mine," Mike replies, "I don't wear any!" he laughs.
"Toss'em here, lad!" Finn calls to him.
Instead, Travis tosses them over his shoulder, saying, "What? And disappoint Mike?"
Little did Travis know, after leaving, the reason the briefs were on the floor is, at the beginning of their love making session, Finn thought it kind of kinky making Mike smell his briefs, placing it over his face. When he tired of it, he tossed them from the bed!
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"Like what do I do?"
Repeating it, Trevors says, "Like what do I do? What do you think you do Jerome, when an ass is almost in your face?"
In place of Jerome's outstretched bod clinging to the table by force, relaxed and slunk over it sideways, was Trevor, his hands grabbing up the opposite ledge, all ready for Jerome's ten inch, straight tool.
"I'm nervous. That's all."
Standing, because his heels were only off the floor, Trevor turns around, eyeballs Jerome's crotch, then looks him in the face, "Maybe we should start on some of the other gay stuff and work our way up to fucking?"
"Like what?"
For the past half hour, since Talon and Kyven took off, Trevor has been rationalizing things, along with setting Jerome up to fuck him. All along, he's thought it a few times, too bad he's straight'. Though, it's something he's said about plenty of dudes who have walked the campus, especially those interested in a little gay fun'.
Not holding back on words, Trevor only says, "This..." running his hands up and down Jerome's arms.
"Tickles," which Jerome mistook for chills.
"How about this?"
Crooking his neck, Trevor went for what many men like, sucking on Jerome's right nip.
"Oh damn!" Jerome exclaims.
Popping off with a slurp, Trevor asks, "Your girlfriend do that too?"
"Uh, no. Never!" Jerome replies.
"Like it?"
Still a bit in the denial stages, "It's okay."
`Yeah, right,' Trevor thinks it, bending his neck to capture the other nip between his lips, adding to the pleasure, his hand pulverizing the other tender nip.
"Oh," Jerome rekindles his feeling-good senses.
Dropping his other hand, he finds out just how much Jerome is loving the nip and tongue play. Coupled with a bunch of oohs' and ahs', it makes Trevor smile.
First though, his hand gliding down the trail leading to the treasure, Trevor's hand scopes out the sixpack, saying, "Nice feel to these," he molds his hand into a semi-fist position, pressing in.
"Thanks," Trevor gets a small grin out of Jerome, after lifting his head up from the nip-pleasuring.
In reality, Trevor should have gotten a cut from the book, Life Sucks!', since Mike had derived much of his research for Chapters 3, Sex And The Single Dude', and 10, `The Art Of Straight Seduction', from Trevor having sex in the cabin on many occasions with single, straight guys, Mike sitting there at a desk, taking his notes, his other hand finding out if it turns guys on. Of course, Mike being the author, play a hand in the findings.
"Oh-h-h-h!" Jerome looks into Trevor's eyes, as if something tabu has occurred, something not everyone enjoys, singling him out as a weido.
"What?" Trevor tries to find out if the `pleasure spot' is the culprit to Jerome's frivolous enjoyment, "This?"
Sure enough, embarrassed to admit Trevor's teasing finger, darting in and out of his navel elicited pleasure, associated with a sexual nature, "Uh yeah, is that like okay?"
"You tell me," Trevor goes at it like he had planned the evil prank himself, stabbing Jerome's bellyhole, moving his finger around in circles, then laughing because Jerome was liking the feeling, but not only that, that a man was doing it!
"Oh, that feels so fuckin' good!"
Picking up Jerome's idle hand, he says, "Makes me feel good doing it!"
However, when Trevor took the liberty of placing Jerome's hand near his own pulsing pubes, he back off, plucking Trevor's clock-acting finger out, "I don't think so!"
Trevor reasons, "Same meat... different size..." Looking down at Jerome's half-mast, "I mean, not `much, much' different!"
It made Jerome look too, down at his own crotch, strangely feeling uninhibited about picking up his own meat in his hand, in front of a `gay guy'.
Getting the hint, Trevor does the same. Only difference, he approaches Jerome, saying, "Here. Let's measure!"
Jerome backs off, "What do you mean?"
"Size," Trevor says, "you and me," he takes another step forward.
Taking another step backwards, Jerome replies, "Like how would that go?"
Becoming slowly convinced about being inquisitive about all this gay stuff, Jerome show signs of giving in. One of the very big reasons he was going with the flow of things, the two of them, in the barn, were totally alone. There were no friends from school who could spy upon him. At least with Trevor, he was a college dude, not from high school. There wasn't anybody to run back and tell the others, spread the gossip of how, on Saturday night, he did some gay stuff.
Finally, Trevor had Jerome's back against the wall and exactly what Jerome was thinking, looking around the barn, "Ain't nobody here but us. We can do what we want and there's no one to run back to your friends and tell them you `had some fun' with a gay guy, Jerome."
First his attention was on Trevor's eyes, staring, then convinced, along with his message. Glancing past all that, Jerome scanned down Trevor's bod. Sure, he's seen other guys in the lockerroom, headed to the shower, drop their towels, seen cock and ass, but looking at it from a gay perspective, he was messing with another, `species'! Stopping at Trevor's chest, he asks, "What about you?"
"Huh?"
"Your nips? They sensitive?"
Smiling, Trevor did, thinking he was getting through to Jerome, breaking down the tough, straight facade, "Why don't you try me and find out?"
"You mean put my mouth on you?"
Seeing Jerome not quite `there' yet, "Or your hands?"
As Trevor had done, Jerome looked about, even though he was sure they were alone, but doing something `gay' made him nervous. He raised both hands to chest height, rubbing two fingers against his thumbs.
"Lube them up with some spit, why doncha?"
"What?" Jerome stares up to Trevor as if looking for guidance.
"Wet your fingers with spit and then do it."
Like he was performing something of intricate detail, Jerome methodically takes a wad of spit, coating his thumb and fingers, repeating on the other hand.
It then drew up an ultimatum, "Hurry up before they dry!"
His chin darted towards his chest, scoping out Jerome's nervous hands. Trevor didn't really care if they were wet or dry. It all was good! Though, the anticipation was killing him, as well as his pulsing cock wanting it, so finally took Jerome by the wrists and forced the issue. "Oh-h-h-h-h-h!" he cried out, dropping his head back, unleashing his hands from Jerome's wrists.
After one mash, Jerome backs off, like he touched a hot flame.
"Oh man... don't stop!"
"Okay," Jerome said, mustering up some more courage, lifting his arms, his fingers taking some spit from his mouth, massaging them into perfect little nip-tweakers. This time, knowing something like he wasn't going to get electrical shocks, Jerome wasn't hesitant. He didn't want to admit it to Trevor, but it felt kind of good, in an erotic sense, to repeatedly mash another man's nips.
"Yeah, work'em baby," Trevor soothingly called out. So lost in his reverie of Jerome's nip tease, he didn't sense his right nip fingerless, but did realize heads up, when feeling the back of Jerome's hand slide down his abs. It's then Trevor exclaims, "Oh my god!" when he feels wet, not finger-wet, but mouth-wet on his right nip. Opening his eyes, all he could see was the top of Jerome's dirty blond hair. "Daymn!" was his next reaction, Jerome really getting into it, mouth cupped over his hairy pec, Jerome's tongue making like a dart gun against it.
It was all becoming very good, Jerome surrendering his homophobic feelings, because he was sensing it permissible for a straight guy to feel up another guy, whether gay or straight, acquired from Trevor's knowledge.
Feeling brave, Jerome's extra hand slid down Trevor's abs and with inquisitiveness, since Trevor had poked him in the stomach, he felt it okay. The back of his hand had felt smooth skin, but moving it east, Jerome discovers a thin trail of hair. It leads him right to Trevor's innie. Without reluctance, banked on the absence of anyone but himself and Trevor, Jerome feels okay about sticking his finger in, which causes him to look up, curious to see Trevor's reaction.
Staring him right in the eyes, Trevor replies to his finger's ministrations, "Feels good, Jerome, but I know what would feel better?"
Jerome knew a man's ultimate pleasure center and going this far, first felt up the hair which made up the pyramid leading to Trevor's pubic patch, sweeping a hand right over his navel, till his hands sensed the change of matter and density of hair. Almost there, the side of his hand was an inch from the base of Trevor's long pole.
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Copyright 2012 T. Chase McPhee
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The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness! TCMcP