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LiFe SuCKs! 11 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"It ain't gonna bite you!" Trevor jokes, but forces Jerome's hand anyway.
Touching Trevor's hard shaft, Jerome's hand bounces off like it touched hot metal.
Trevor jokes, "Y'know, for a football jock you're a real woos?"
Jerome didn't say anything, looked up, looked down, just looked at it, Trevor's cock. After situating himself on his jackknifed legs, Jerome figured it wasn't much different than holding his own cock, to take a piss, except it wasn't attached to his own pubes!
Taking matters into his `own' hand, Trevor reached down, takes his cock away from Jerome, badgering, "C'mon. Open up. I'll do the rest," except suck it!
Maybe it's what Jerome needed, a little coaxing.
He didn't know what was running around in Jerome's mind, but if he had clear vision and comprehension, he would have sensed Jerome's wants.
As for Jerome, he was going about this as a curious experiment. At the moment, he stare at Trevor's hand, four fingers and thumb, thumb on top of his semi, stroking it, it getting harder by the second, longer. Still, he remain tight lip. Ten seconds later he makes a decision.
"I don't think I'm ready," he says, standing and facing Trevor.
"Maybe you're not, but I sure damn well are!"
Pressing a hand against Jerome's chest, was a sign for him to back up, Trevor dropping to his knees.
"Oh my god!" Jerome sighs, first feeling Trevor's hand on his 10-inch baloney, followed by wet and warmth surrounding it.
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Travis had to laugh, seeing Mike get all riled up over his news, jumping out of bed. It was Finn who was the grumpy one, mad, but not seriously, having to pass up the completion of their suck'n'fuck session.
But he didn't stick around, because it was more fun watching guys taking their clothes off', instead of putting them on'. Nah, not the real reason. He figured whatever was happening, wherever it was, Mike would handle it. Then again, if Jerome had called and apologized... he would leave things up to Mike. It was easier than taxing his brain at seven o'clock on a Saturday night!
He did mention, Mike all suited up in his pants, shirt on, but unbuttoned, "Um, you going out like that, Mike?"
Dressed in ordinary hang out clothes, Mike replies, "Well I ain't going to no beauty pageant!"
"I think he means this?"
"Owch, Finn!" Mike blames his bed-mate for picking a slab of wax off his chest, hair and all!
"Later I guess," Finn assesses, since getting all the wax off Mike's chest could get kind of hairy!
"Let me know what happens," Travis leaves, though it was a little fun watching Finn button up Mike's shirt.
Back at the hot tub, he turns the bubbles a little lower. Right before his cell rang, he was about to do some deep sea diving. Getting in, he tried it, but it wasn't like, the Bahamas?
Surfacing, he decides it wasn't totally in vain, his pubes getting too close to where the bubbles expelled from the bottom of the hot tub, it feeling kind of `sensual'. Because he had set the jets at full blast, Travis gets out, readjusts the bubbles to a light setting, and slips back in. His next feat is to relax, lying down on top of the water and in no time he's eagle-spread, like a buoy, staying afloat.
His ears below the water, he didn't hear some dude shouting at him. It's not until he heard something, like a fish splashing about in the water, it drew Travis' attention, "Oh-shit!" Like walking a tightrope, he lost his balance in the water, flapping around until he could find his footing.
Right away, the dude says, "Your ears were under the water. You didn't hear me, so I swished the water around with my hand. I hope you're okay?"
Wiping his hand over his face, it was like a vision appeared before him, this dude standing there, in a tank top, thin straps and speedo. "I'm..." Travis shakes his hair and ears out, "...just fine. Who are you?"
"Djordie Obrenovic. I work for Mike. And you?"
"Travis. I think I'm going to be working for Mike this summer. What do you do?" Travis checking, in case of duplicity, which would mean `maybe' he's not working for Mike this summer!
"For one thing I clean out the hot tub, which I'm behind in doing because I had to do some work for my uncle this afternoon and then my regular job down at the cabin. Are you getting all this?"
"Down at the cabin?" Travis quizzes Djordie, since the only reason he knew of someone being at the trick cabin' was enjoying a trick'?
"Uh, no, I don't do what you're thinking I do."
"Oh," Travis replies, "sorry for thinking it. Silly me," and to establish a fact here, "I mean, you might not even be gay!" he laughs it off.
"Are you?" Djordie turns the tables.
"Me?" Then being casual, Travis remarks, "As far as I can gather. Why?"
Djordie only smiled back, hesitant in his answer. If Travis could read minds, he would have figured out Djordie thinking of him as the cutest thing this side of heaven!
Looking up to the darkening sky, still a little gray and not totally black, Djordie says, "I suppose I'll have to get up bright and early tomorrow to clean the tub." In asking, "Mind if I take a dip with you?" already stripping off his tank.
"Not... at... all..." Travis replies, studying the muscular bod, from the beautiful head to... for now the flesh stopped at the waistband of Djordie's speedo, about two inches below the navel.
Climbing down into the tub, Travis hoped to get a fix on Djordie's other stats, because looking up provided no dimensions for height, only what hung on the frame.
However, as soon as Djordie steps down into the lightly swirling waters, he stoops down to get all wet, saying, "Oh-h this is real nice."
"I turned the bubbles down so I could float around. You want me to turn them up?"
Rather than directly answer Travis' question, Djordie says, "You looked good floating," then realizing he might have given away the fact, for about a minute he was checking out the bod and it's `fixtures', "I mean, I take it you're a good swimmer?"
Seeing right through him, Travis play it cool, "Right, but I'm an excellent floater. Did you know it's easier to float without any swimsuit on? But don't take my word for it. Try it for yourself sometime!"
Thinking he was playing it cool, Travis missed the whole scene, the reason Djordie dipped low into the hot tub.
"Sure, but let me know how I'm doing, okay?"
Travis was in mild shock, wondering when Djordie took off his speedo, floating perfectly on top of the water. To make it more spectacular an endeavor, as soon as he lay on his back, the pool lights came on, the effect wowing Travis all the more, "Wow!"
"How am I doing?"
"Great!" Travis replies, taking note of the flabby, wet parts.
"I'm really doing good? I don't need any tutoring?"
Summing things up here, Travis knew a flirt when he met one and playing along, "In my opinion?" he tapped his finger on his lips, "I think you could be `a little more' straight."
"Like how?"
The plot thickens!
Adding his own spice, "Want me to show you?"
"If you wouldn't mind?"
As he waded the short distance of a foot or so towards Djordie, it was like Travis was breathing in a rose garden, beautiful in appearance and the scent, well chlorine-based, but still the incredibly good looks, being drawn to Djordie like a magnet and not being able to break lose.
"I thought I was doing it alright," Djordie says, "but..."
"You're doing fine," Travis replies.
Instead of instruction, Travis had other things on his mind. Rather than keep Djordie's bod afloat, he pressures the stomach, while lifting up on the tub-cleaner's back.
"Strange method of keeping a person buoyant?"
"I know," Travis says, staring into Djordie's eyes, which looked like they could be blue, but hard to tell in the dawning light.
Right now, Djordie could care less about swimming lessons, thinking of only the floater he caught in the tub minutes prior.
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When Mike happened on the scene out at the old dairy barn, things had progressed much different than he had anticipated. Travis had not detailed on much about Jerome calling him on his cell phone other than calling him on his cell phone and apologizing.
The U-Lug-it was the first thing they spotted, walking up the drive. They didn't chance driving the lane, because from their vantage point, it looked like the monster truck was blocking access.
Coming closer, the two detect the U-Lug-it bouncing around on all four tires, creaking.
"A familiar sound," Finn exclaims.
"Needs an oil job?" Mike questions, though he knows, he wrote the book!
As they approach the back, suddenly the rocking begins to subside, Finn replies, to the silencing, "Somebody got their rocks off!"
Flipping open one of the back doors, sure enough, there in a ray of moonlight is Talon, lying against one side of the truck, Kyven still in the act of trying to release his inner pressure.
"Hi there," Kyven says, his hand frozen around his 7c.
Talon, drunk, a hangover from a fantastic fuck, "Oh man did that feel good!"
Finn says, "Looks it mate!"
It was tough to miss, though a little slinky, toppled over, Talon's cock was not tough to miss, still glistening from being packed into Kyven's crevice.
Sure, it was a `nice' scene, but Mike's mind was on what was happening out here at the dairy barn, "Where's the others?"
"Well," Talon still plays with himself, "Hans and Tony got so horny they had to go play with each other."
Kyven toots his horn, "Then there was this park ranger who guided me down the mountain, we ran into Talon and then happened upon this weird, weird scene in the barn and..."
Hurried in his description of facts, Finn places a hand on Kyven's thigh, "Whoa! Slow down there mate."
Mike still holds the reins of interrogation, "What about Bob?"
"That's where I was going with this," Kyven jumps back in, but slower, "The ranger, Chad, he and Bob kind of took a liking to each other and since Trevor was on top of things..." Kyven had to stop and think about that, "anyway," he swats away the notion, `on top', "Talon and me could see Trevor had things in good hands, so..."
"Total waste of rope!"
"Huh? Rope? What do you mean, Talon?" Mike asks.
"Oh, and by the way, Mike," Talon confides, overriding the original question, "Chapter 10, `Straight Seduction'? Next edition, that chapter needs work."
"Hmm," Mike ponders, already thinking of plans for a sequel. Then, turning back to the situation at hand, "So what about Trevor and Jerome?"
Before that can happen, Kyven, who's attention has been divided between the others and Mike, asks, "Haven't we met before?"
Coming out, sitting on the tailgate, dropping his legs over the side, Mike, seeing the muddy image forming human, "Now that you mention it. But no, I don't think so."
Kyven smirks, saying, "At the cabin, but I told you my name was Keith?"
Just what Mike was thinking, "Keith! That's right! You're him?"
It was one of Mike's cabin tricks, but standing there on the sidelines, Finn says, "Hmm, when I get back to the land down under, I'm gonna have to build me a cabin!"
Stealing Mike's attention, "You're leaving? When?"
It turned Finn's eye, away from Kyven, over to Mike, "Not soon. I'm here on a research grant, remember?"
"Oh right," Mike replies. For the first time in a couple of decades, he's hooked some guy that really put zing in his balls!
The trio's conversation is interrupted, not in a subtle manner, but by a long, drawn out snore.
As silent partners, Finn helps Kyven out of the back of the U-Lug-it, Mike gently closing the door.
Kyven says, "Talon's going to be pissed when he wakes up!"
They laughed about it, Finn telling a story about getting a lift from a sandgroper back in Tassie," having to stop for definitions, him in the same circumstance as Talon.
Before Mike can tell his `cabin-tale', going to sleep with one dude, waking up with his twin in bed with them, they happen on the scene in the barn.
About to add this to his memory bank, Kyven asks, "Having fun bro?"
Standing there at the table, Trevor had rekindled his fucking position. Lodged right up the middle was Jerome's 10c!
Upon hearing Kyven's voice, it's like Jerome thought he was doing something wrong, pulling out, the sound of suction helping to break silence, along with Trevor's whimpers.
Standing there, a hand over his cock, shielding the juices, Jerome is lost for words.
Walking up to his brother, Kyven asks what he assumes, "What're you bro? Gay?"
"I'm not gay."
"Then what do you call your fat cock up Trevor's ass?"
"Damn good?" Trevor replies for him. Trying to break the ice, "Um, like could you go away and come back in a half hour?"
With that, in waltzes Bob and Chad.
Mike asks, "Where's Hans?"
Bob replies, "As I understand it, he and Tony had back to back intense sessions. They're sleeping it off."
As things began to iron out, Bob said he better head on out, offering to drop Kyven and Jerome at their mansion.
Chad, still having a lot of spunk left in him, picked up where Jerome left off.
Finn, he informs Mike, "Well mate, looks like you're stuck with this old..."
"Sandgroper?" Mike butts in.
Taking their leave, Finn asks, "Do you have any idea about Austrailian slang?"
Mike replies negatively. Right now it wasn't something which interested him!
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Travis had come to a conclusion. Over the past twenty-four or so hours, adding the time he delivered his pizza to Mike, he had allowed himself to be coerced into doing gay sex stuff.
Sitting there on the underwater ledge, talking calmly with Djordie, none of the stuff, which a guy's nads drive him into doing, was taking place. Even though Djordie was a year older than himself, he talked on the same plane.
"So, you were in college, but you had to quit?"
"Right," Travis chatted up Djordie, him returning, "it was a very tough time for me. My parents had divorced and my father's business was not doing too well. I could have very well fallen into the wrong crowd."
"What stopped you?"
Sitting there, the two kept themselves to themselves, even though the temperature of the water kept them steamy.
"My bringing up I suppose. Like my father has always said, his son is intelligent, has manners, is a good thinker. I suppose he is right. One thing and you can laugh, here I am at nineteen years old and I have never had sex with another guy!" he looks to Travis.
Looking down at the water, as if shamed, Travis replies, "I wish I could say the same." He then furthers his feelings, "the only guy I've had sex with, is... Mike, but I'm not proud of myself for doing it."
Surprised, rather than put down, Djordie asks, "Did you like it?"
"It was okay, but it's not how I pictured myself as starting out my `gay life'."
Leaning back on the wall of the hot tub, Djordie asks, "If you had to do it all over again, how would you choose it?"
Things past, looking back, as if he were looking into the future, "I had it all planned, meeting a really nice guy, he didn't have to be real fantastic looking, just a nice guy. Anyway, it's like a fairytale would go, a guy who was looking for the same things I was in life. Mostly he would have to kind, understanding, because I tell you, I can myself into trouble sometime!"
Even though a sweet moment, Travis laughs, Djordie following his lead.
"For me, I have thought the same thing. I would date guys, but not have sex. Maybe kiss, because I think it is a start in learning to like a guy. I don't know how to tell, but when I am comfortable and see a guy is really liking me, I then might have sex, because it is, I believe, one of the things two men have to be compatible with."
"That's cool, Djordie."
"It's the way I feel." Djordie telling more, "I am living this year away from home. I was helping my uncle move out of his apartment this afternoon. He is going on a sabbatical to Costa Rica. He said I can stay there and he will pay the rent."
"Like, you could afford it," Travis jokes, after hearing Djordie telling about having to back out of his freshman year of college, a result of lack of funding.
"Right," Djordie agrees, but continues, with motives already set in his mind, "but I was thinking it would be also good if I had someone to share the food bill with?"
"Sounds like a plan. Got anyone in mind?"
"I do," leading Travis on, "however I had hoped he would be more conscious about being at college for the purpose intended and not want to party, party, party."
"Oh," Travis replies, like he's tasted something sour in his mouth. Thinking of already telling of his escapades with Mike, "I guess that leaves me out."
Feeling a hand weaving in, behind his neck, a snaky arm over his shoulder, Djordie telling, "Of course, even if I knew someone's background and if they were willing to repent?"
Sensing something here, Travis turns to Djordie, Djordie lending a hand, rather an arm in the process of uniting each other, Travis saying, not in a religious sense, but implying, "Oh-father-forgive-me!"
Djordie was glad they were in the hot tub, at Travis' confession, because rather than Travis on his knees, Djordie would much rather have done the honors.
As things turn out, Travis indeed moved in with Djordie that summer, both working at Mike's place. They weren't the only ones moving, Finn recovering his gear from the hotel and becoming Mike's bed-mate.
Talon and Kyven established an open relationship.
Jerome went off to college, but the strange thing, he didn't have much of an attraction for the ladies, most of the time.
On spring break, in Acapulco, Trevor was rescued by a lifeguard, in the process of drowning. After mouth to mouth and a short stay in the hospital, it became bod to bod.
Five years later, Travis and Djordie have graduated from college and made it through those years, in a monogamous relationship. With a degree in English, he has just released his first book, an account of how to make friends in the gay community, `History Of The Hot Tub'. Djordie graduated with a degree in communications and is a newscaster for a local Tv station.
In order to see Mike they almost need a reservation, him hopping back and forth between the states and the land down under. Finn keeps him on his toes, other times on his knees!
Jerome is co-owner and manager of a cafe bookstore in the Castro District of San Francisco.
Talon is still with the landscaping business and works PT at the Harley dealer, but Kyven has moved on, has become friends, hoping for more, with a man ten years older, who has established a meaga sporting goods chain.
Before Travis and Djordie got up from the breakfast table this morning, to go their separate ways, they were discussing their upcoming vacation to Mexico. While they are soaking up the sun, they'll visit Trevor and Marco and their two little sons. Their accommodations are free, on account of they will be staying at the motel, near the beach, Marco's uncle left him when he passed on.
Five years ago Travis would never believe himself being in a relationship, thinking it would be years before he met up with the most perfect man, destined to be his!
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`Life Sucks!' by Michael DallaPiccola
Chapter 1: If It Doesn't Work Out The First Time, Get On The Ball And Go Sniff Out New Prey!
Chapter 2: Sex And The Single Dude
Chapter 3: When They Start Droppin', You Better Get Poppin'
Chapter 4: Bears And Other Freaks Of Nature
Chapter 5: Only Way To Get Better At Something is To Practice, Practice, Practice
Chapter 6: If The Shoe Fits, Wear It, If It Doesn't, Give Him The Boot!
Chapter 7: How To Love Them & How To Leave Them
Chapter 8: Ain't That A Kick In The Balls!
Chapter 9: Message In The Massage
Chapter 10: The Art Of Straight Seduction
Chapter 11: Life Sucks And What You Can Do About It!
Chapter 12: The More You Stretch, The More You Can Fit In... `Spread' Happiness!
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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