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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PaTRick'S LuCKy CHarM 01 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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They had each other and that's all that mattered, this fine evening, prom night, 2009.
Slithering over the top of the lake, the flat stone skimmed over and over and over again.
"I can't believe you beat me!" Jason said, jumping to his feet.
"Yeah," Patrick said, giving Jason a quiet slap on his bare butt. "I've been practicing."
"When? When have you been down to the lake without me, Pat?"
"Patrick!" Patrick reminded.
"Oh yeah. Fuckin' excuse me!"
A play on words, Patrick's hand slid down his pal's back, a finger finding it's way into the back-crack.
"Hey! Cut that out! You know I don't swing that way, Pat-trick!" Jason reprimanded.
All Patrick could do is laugh. "I know. Like we haven't reminded each other for the past thirteen years?"
"Like we've only been fooling around for the last three?" Jason set the record straight.
"Right. Three. But it's not like we didn't know we had this special connection for like all our lives?"
While their senior class danced their asses off, boys and girls together, the gay high school couple turned to each other in the early evening, moon and a few stars floating over the tops of the trees.
Breaking off, Patrick asks, "Are you sure I can't... um... you know? We could do each other?"
The only predicament facing each other, they sensed a longing to use their teen tools on some hot man's ass. Sure, they began some simple boyhood experimenting, around eighth grade, when both felt a sudden surge in their loins, wanting more than some kissing.
"Patrick!"
"I know," then Patrick recites the same answer he's heard over and over, "you're a top too, but I sure feel real horny tonight Jason?"
Both rubbed their hands up and down their bare bods.
"And you don't think I'm not?" And then excusing them both from feelings deep down inside, the urge to have more than a warm mouth encase each other's cock, Jason further says, "That's why God gave us mouths!"
Patrick leaves it at that, but not without explanation, "I just thought maybe tonight it could be a little different?"
But Jason didn't pick up on the hint. Instead though he made an offer, "If you're up for it though we could start early and get all sweaty in the tent?"
It became a race, the two grabbing up shirts, pants, socks and sneakers, then hightailing it through the short expanse of woods, to the tent they pitched prior to stripping down at lakeside.
For years the two have played baseball, football, swam at the community pool, boated on the lake, fished, gone to school, church, camped, hiked, biked, and did other things young boys do. All that changed in eighth grade. Neither remembers how the subject of girls' came about, maybe each running a test' on the other, but neither objected to the result.
In the tent the two `wrestled' with each other, kissing, touching, getting sweatier by the second, till they reached the stage when their teen loins felt like they needed special attention.
"Aghhhhhhh.... Agggghhhhhh.... Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Jason yelled out as cream shot out of his teen volcano.
Right behind him, Patrick shouted the pangs of ejaculation, "Aggggghh... Agggh.... Agggh... Oh... Oh... Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Even in the aftermath, Patrick still slowly stroked his slimed shaft, diminished only a little bit, whereas Jason's cock almost immediately lay down for a rest.
"I don't know how you do it."
"You tell me the same thing every time," Patrick replied. Finally the feeling left him.
"I know, but it still amazes me how you can shoot your wad and then keep stroking. It almost seems like... but then again you do sometimes," he referred to Patrick boasting of how he can cum twice in a row.
"Got a tissue?"
"Nope. You?"
They were boy scouts in their younger years, but for their prom night outing the two weren`t totally prepared.
Coming up with a brilliant plan, Jason remedies, "I suppose we could lick each other off?"
"Like I guess we have no choice?"
It would not be the first time, although their mutual jerk-offs mainly resulted in tissue-ing themselves off, that they `tasted' each other. Lately they've taken to showering together.
"You first," Jason pointed out.
"I did it first last time. You go."
"You win," Jason owned up to his fate.
Getting up in doggie position, Jason bent his elbows and was ready to take his first lick when....
"Hey! You in the tent..." they heard a gruff voice yell out, "didja know you're on private property?"
A faint amount of daylight still filtered through the thin fabric of the tent, enough for both boys to see the expression on each other's faces.
"C'mon you trespassers! Get out here!"
"Oh shit!" Both whispered, when realizing they had tossed their clothes on a log outside the tent.
At the moment, wet cum soiling their chests, stomachs and pubes weren't on their minds, as another order from the intruder cut through the silence of the forest.
"We're coming... we're coming," Jason answered, the first to crawl out.
When both had extracted themselves from the small tent they stood, both holding their two palms over their privates.
"Hey, you're not old man Foresi!" Jason esclaimed after laying eyes on a guy less than half the old man's age.
Boyhood friends, same age, same height, almost the same weight, same sexual position, whereas personalities were concerned that's where it ended. More the shy, laid back type, Patrick stood there scared-as-shit. On the other side of the coin, Jason was coolly checking out the, at least, six-footer.
"You got that right! I'm now the owner of this property and as I've heard you teenagers don't give a damn about other people's privacy..."
He went on and on. Patrick kept on delivering Sorry... sorry... sorry,' after young man' Foresi dealt them out. But for Jason, his hands over his crotch slowly began fondling his goods.
Suddenly Patrick looks down at Jason's crotch when Foresi inquires, "What are you doing there boy?"
Sighing a bit, Patrick did wonder, but more he was glad Foresi dropped the rifle from holding it between his arm and bod, to pointing the barrel towards the ground. Looking up once, he caught Foresi licking his lips. He didn't think anything of it, but Jason sure did!
Smiling, fear nonexistent, Jason tells him, "I'm getting kind of hard. Say, we both just blew our loads all over ourselves. Want to lick it off of us?"
Through his two lips, closed tightly, Patrick says, "You trying to get us shot or something, Jase?" `Too late!' He immediately thought when Foresi began stepping forwards.
Patrick backed off, but Jason stood his ground.
"Cum you say?"
"What tha?" Patrick said when Foresi reached forwards and lapped up a stream of white goo with his finger. `You're fuckin' kiddin'?' he thought, seeing Foresi put it through the dark beard and stache surrounding his mouth.
"I knew it! I just knew it!"
"Knew what?" Patrick asked his bud, the fear dropping from his mind.
Before Jason could explain, Foresi says, "Y'know it's not quite summer and at night the woods can get pretty cold out here?"
Patrick explains, "Yeah, but it's a special night for us ya see? Instead of going to the prom we wanted to make it one of our high school memories spending the time together."
"Oh so you're a gay couple?" Foresi says. By this time he's sitting on the log, right on top of their scattered clothing, his gun relaxed, sitting on the ground.
Patrick still grasped up his balls in one hand, shielding his cock with the other. Differing, Jason let his jewels hang out, placing his hands on his hips. By now, Jason's teen cock had regained some of it's strength back. Hung down, but in an obvious position, he wasn't at all perturbed when Foresi reached out and scooped up his balls.
"You refill fast, boy!"
Playing along, something he learned on the internet reading gay stories, he says, "If you want you can try emptying them?"
Foresi smiled, but unknown to Jason it wasn't his pubes he was interested in.
"As I was saying," he dropped Jason's orbs and stood, "gets kind of cold in the woods. I got an idea. Being it a special evening for you two, I'm willing to forgive and forget. Hey, I was a teenager once too y'know?"
All Jason cared about was his pulsing pubic region.
On the other hand, Patrick, still shielding himself, replies, "Like how old are you?"
Visibly, Foresi readjusts his crotch, pulling at the beltline of his jeans as he side-steps towards Patrick, "Twenty-seven. And you are?"
"I'm Patrick and this is my friend Jason."
Knowing it`s not how Foresi meant it, Jason tells, "We're legal."
"I didn't mean it `that' way." And then back to Jason, "Whatever your mind is thinking there young man, I'm not meaning it like I'm trying to figure out if you're old enough to be taken advantage of!"
"Oh really? It'd be sexual harrassment already if we weren't eighteen. Like you forget you held my balls in your hand?"
"Oops, you're right!" Foresi replies.
Sarcastically Jason says, "Okay, so now you know we're eighteen. You wanna get down on your knees and suck me off?"
"Jason, you idiot! Will ya shut up?"
But to Patrick's amazement Foresi isn't going for his gun, but rather laughing hardily.
"Sorry boy, but you don't exactly turn me on!"
Reading up on it on the internet, Jason's read over and over again how a gay man, regardless of age, build, stature, religion, nationality, what he does for a living, wants cock! Thinking the fiction-written-principle truth, he says, "Get outta here. You're no different than the next gay bottom. I saw how you were drooling over my cock, how you couldn't wait to get on your knees and suck me dry. You can't fool me!"
Patrick was wishing Jason would just shut-the-fuck up. Even though the rifle remained on the ground he was waiting for, any second now, to see Jason's limp body go flying through the air.
"Well, boy. Looks like you just got fooled for the first time in your life!" And still on a jolly note he turns to Patrick, "Then again," he stands facing Patrick, arms folded across his chest, "y'know this being your special night... I've got a pot of stew on up at the cabin and some fresh biscuits in the oven. Why don't the three of us go back and celebrate?"
Unknown to the two facing each other, as Jason began to soften, Patrick felt like small pulses jabbing him in the pubes.
"Here!" Jason called out.
Hitting him right in the chest, first his shirt, then his jeans, Patrick didn't catch either, his hands still in protection-mode.
"It's okay," Foresi said with a smile. "I know what a man's privates look like!"
Patrick, still in shock over how this twenty-something year old was paying more attention to him than his friend, how nice he was talking to him, so soft and gentle, he was outright frozen in place. His head dropped as he watched the total stranger bend down and pick up his clothes. "What're ya gonna do?"
Slapping Patrick's tee shirt on his knee, he loosened the forest floor from clinging to it. "Help you get dressed?"
Maybe a bit of jealousy in his voice, Jason yells over, "He's been dressing himself since he left the cradle!"
By now neither of them were paying Jason any mind. So relaxed had Patrick become, he gave up his frozen-statue position and began a mindset of trust. "I suppose I `could' use some help!"
Both smiled at each other as Patrick fed his arms into the sleeves. He bowed a little as Foresi ringed the collar of the tee over Patrick's head.
"Oh brother!" Jason responded as he zipped up his pants.
But it didn't deter either of the two from Patrick being robed in his garments. "Alright if I?"
Way too `emotional' by now, the two looked at Patrick's response to being dressed.
With his hands on his hips, Patrick looked down upon himself and returning his answer, "Just be careful you don't catch me in the zipper?"
Unlike Jason, who put his briefs on beforehand, he held Patrick's in his hand, realizing he forgot to throw `something' at him!
Loosing his balance a little - his feet were not attired yet - Patrick said, "Whoa," backing up his butt to allow his balls to recede. It was by instinct, but it was by accident he lost his footing, placing his hands on the next steady object, the pair of shoulders in front of him.
"Trust me," Foresi said as he looked into Patrick's eyes, "I wouldn't harm a hair on your pretty little head."
"Oh brother!" again came from the wings.
And then breaking his demeanor from serious to joking Foresi laments, "Or anything else down there!"
Another thought crossed Jason's mind, `What happened to the gruff son-of-a....'
Lost for words, "Um... thanks.. Uh thanks for letting me.... Lean on you." Patrick settled on.
"Anytime!" came the response, a smile of reassurance attached.
"Um, don't you think that stew is cold by now?" Jason interrupted.
This time they both paid attention to Jason's `concern'.
When the two laughed, looking upon Jason, Jason looked down. "What?"
Simultaneously the hint came, "You've got your shirt on backwards!" And like long lost friends, each gave the other a pat on the back for thinking up the same thing at the same time.
Without stripping it, Jason worked both arms, turtle-like, turning the shirt around and poking his arms back out. When he looked up both Foresi and his friend were gone!
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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