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, nor governmental areas, which the story is stages. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offences 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. This is fiction. Use protection, in real life.
ROAD TRIP back in the hood wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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In the backseat, Ethan was going berserk with eyeing up the outside of the wrought iron gate. I waited til we passed beneath the iron arch. admiring Randy. Through communication, we all found out he was more or less born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Yet, he didn't act like a stuckup snob. Peering around, taking in the elaborately manicured gardens, apple orchard, the statue of a Greek goddess, water tumbling about her feet, father's doing (mother hated it), the others made a big deal, but not once did Randy say a word, indicating he was about to outdo me, with the features of his parents' own estate.
"Nice place."
"Place, Randy? It's a fuckin' mansion!"
Smiling, letting Ethan take it all in, Randy sat back.
"Oh, will you look at that?"
"What?" Ethan asks.
Leaning over Randy's lap, his eyes looking out the opposite window, his elbow almost rested on his boyfriend's balls.
"My mom would have loved the apple orchards."
"Apples. Yeah, sure Randy."
I figured, since my love just gazed out the window, I assumed taking it all in, I would add a little historic flair, as we drove the paved path to the house.
"Yes, the whole area is one big forest of apple trees. Matter of factly, the college I teach at, is called Applegate, named by the man who donated most of the money to build it."
Roberto turned to ask me a question. I figured it had to do with either the local history, or about himself living on an official `estate'.
"Did your father design any of the buildings, Anthony?"
"Your father draws up buildings?" Ethan asked.
Randy scolds his boyfriend, "They call that an `architect', moron."
"I knew that, dah!"
"A few," I rendered an answer. "Let' see, the english building, gymnasium, science complex, music auditorium..."
As I rattled off what I new, I had a feeling, after the third building, nobody paid attention to me, or at least I thought.
Roberto then asks, "How about a cooking building?"
"Cooking building?"
"Sure. You know," his voice pitched higher, seemingly with excitement. "A building where guys go to learn how to cook?"
"Cook?"
Then, back to the norm, he says, "Yeah, remember we talked about what I might have an interest in?"
"Do you think you want to go to cooking school?"
"They have one there?"
"No, but there's a very fine cooking school not far from the college. It's called Degague's."
"Did your father design it?"
I wondered why all this interest in my father.
"Why all this interest in my father?"
"Um, just trying to get to know you, I guess. You see, our father was a farmer."
"So? Nothing wrong with that, Roberto. Everybody's gotta make a living doing something."
"I like the cooking school idea," came out of the backseat.
"Yeah. Me too," Randy added.
I questioned, "Cooking school Randy? I thought you had your mind set on Dartmouth."
"Oh no. That's what my dad wanted. Only because he went there and his father before, and... well, it doesn't matter if there's a long line of Dartmouth men in my family history. At first I thought breaking the dynasty of Harris-O'Brien, at Dartmouth might be the real reason for my extrication, but no, my father made it very clear he didn't wish to have a faggotedy son."
It ended on a B flat. Reacting quickly, I dove back into the subject matter at hand, the one before breaking the lineage.
"I see. So, do you think you might have an interest in cooking, Randy?"
"Well sure. I get to hire cute waiters!"
I rolled my eyes.
"Oh shit, will you look at that!"
I joked with them, saying, "Oh and that's the gardner's cottage."
"You gotta be kidding us, Anthony!"
I stopped the car, put it in park, turned off the ignition.
"Yeah, I am. This is our home."
I reached to my right, after popping the seatbelt, giving my love a kiss.
"You are sooooooo lucky, Roberto!" Ethan said, going for the door handle.
Breaking our kiss, he replied, "I know."
I knew my love didn't mean what lay outside the car. Yet, he was eager as the rest, to take a look.
"Very nice," Randy commented, standing in front, as I turned the key.
I could tell that `big' houses didn't faze him, as much as it did Randy. Yet, he was as cordial as possible, never comparative to what he left behind. He went with what lay ahead. Before the latch unlocked, the front door swung open. My key going with the door.
"Nicholas?"
"Yes, sir."
"Didn't you get the message I forwarded?"
"That I did sir."
"And did you take the time to visit your family?"
"Um, no sir. I decided to stay on here."
I knew Nicholas didn't get along with his family, but I also figured there would be a healing. After all, it's been several years since I picked him up, along side the road, hitchhiking.
"Nice looking guy," Roberto commented.
When Nicholas took some of our things away, my love commented about my handsome servant.
"I'll tell you about him sometime."
"Hmm, is he..."
"Taken? No and I don't think he's in the frame of mind to shop!"
"Anthony?"
"Yes, Randy?"
"Is that a `real' Aguero painting?"
"I think, if you look close enough, you will find that none of the paintings in this house, are prints."
"Wow!" Randy says, closing in on the framed masterpiece, taking up half a wall, of two nude men. "A real Pablo Aguero!"
"Who's Pablo Aguero?"
I had to laugh. Ethan and Roberto stood there, along with Randy. However, it wasn't the brushstrokes they took in.
I overheard Roberto mention to Ethan, "Sounds like a sexy name!"
Especially hilarious, I found delight in their conversation.
"He's gotta be at least a ten!" Ethan remarked.
My love answered with, "And top!"
"Guys, can't you be serious for once?" Randy told them.
However, I didn't think Randy totally took in only the artistic perspective.
"So, did your father know Aguero? How did he acquire one of his works, Anthony?"
I could tell Randy was up on his art.
"Aguero did not reach `known' status during my father's lifetime."
"Really? Then it's you who bought the painting, Anthony?"
"Actually, it was more a `gift'."
"Gift? Wow! His paintings sell for half a million bucks!"
"Yes, well, this one is special."
"How so?"
I stood there with Randy, my left arm in front of me, standing there like an art critic, my right elbow cupped with my left hand.
I waved my hand, gesturing, as I educated him, as well as the others, "It's more a biographical statement."
Throwing Randy for a loop, he thought on what I said.
"Biographical? You mean like self portrait?"
"Yes. A better word."
"Which one is he?"
By now, I had the attention of the trio.
"The one on the right." I mused, "The one with the `big cock'?"
Right away, Ethan says, "He's gotta be at least nine inches!"
"He's not `that' big," Roberto contradicts.
"It's tough to tell in the painting, but here's up there, I can assure you."
The three of them, more carefully examined Pablo's work, then me, then the painting, back to human features.Right now, I had all of their keen interests, staring at me, suspecting, waiting for me to divulge information. Roberto looks at the other nude, then me, then the painting, then me.
"That's you, isn't it?"
Ethan and Randy walk up close to the painting, studying the face.
"It sure does look like you, Anthony." Randy reports back.
"Hmm... like you studied my body in real life?"
It's my lover whom answered this one.
"It's not like they didn't check you out in the hotel room, Anthony?"
"Oh yeah. Forgot about that."
"How could you? It was only," Roberto counts on his fingers, "a few hours ago."
I decided to let go of the subject, creating a diversion, "Anybody up for a swim?"
Ethan asks, "You've got a pool?"
"All rich guys have swimming pools!" Randy says.
Nicolas came in, as if right on cue. Before I had him usher us out to the pool, I apologized for not introducing everyone, which took all of two minutes. I thought I noticed something, out of the ordinary, when Nicolas shook Randy's hand, but dismissed it. It's been a long day, a long week and I'm just glad to be home. But more than that, glad to be standing here, with a new man about the house!
"Oooooh this is so awesome!"
I knew Ethan would go on and on about the two pools, one olympic sized and the smaller, kidney bean-shaped one.
"My father was an avid swimmer. He actually took lessons from Greg Louganis."
"Here? In this house?"
I nodded yes.
"Awesome!" Ethan replied.
I wasn't imagining things after all. The whole time Ethan whooped it up, over the pools, Nicholas stood there, singling out one person. I'm not sure how either Ethan or Randy would take it, but I sensed such happiness for my twenty-six year old servant, knowing the hard life he's had. He deserved a break.
"Nicholas, why don't you join us?"
"Me, sir?"
"Yeah, Nick." Ethan yelled out, "C'mon. Show us where the swimsuits are kept, man!"
Nicolas looked at me. We both grinned. Living by myself, I often enjoyed having his companionship, as I took my swim.
"Yes, sir."
Like clockwork, Nicolas and I did the norm. I lifted the Volvo dealership's polo shirt up and over my head. The trio first looked at me, then Nicolas, as he removed his jacket, folding it neatly, over the chaise lounge. As we reduced our wardrobe, down to our thumbs at our elastic waistbands, the trio got the hint, vividly.
"You mean... we?" Ethan questioned.
I don't know what the two teens' problem was. Roberto got the hint, stripping down right away, or maybe was it Nicolas, a treat as sweet as any eye candy, that piqued their interest? It's no secret to me of Nicolas spending his extra time, in the ground level gym, taking the often dip in the pool, without bother of changing from his gym outfit, to swim apparel. The first time he thought it off limits, until I encouraged it. In fact, there's not much I hadn't shared with my faithful servant!
"Good looking man, Anthony."
"That he is."
My love gave me a look. I figured I better repair my statement!
"I mean, he spends a lot of time in the gym."
I had pointed over my shoulder, an unintended ploy.
"Gym?"
"Sure," I handed him a water from behind the bar. "It's to the right of those palm trees."
"Do you think I can workout this `stringbean' body? Bulk it up like yours?"
As we both stood there, in the raw, I closed the gap on the `stringbean', making our lips meet.
"If you put your mind to it and," I nodded towards the pool, where the three swam, "with Nicolas' help, I'm sure we can add some mass to these bones!"
"Do you like me... um, skinny?"
"No."
I waited for the pathetic look.
"I `love' your skinny bod!"
As if carrying him over the threshhold, I bent down and took him in my arms. Indeed he was a feathweight. I immediately deposited him in the pool. We all had a great time, splashing about. Nicolas got quite used to the newcomers. I wondered how Ethan was going to react, as I saw the `writing on the wall', as real as Pablo Aguero's painting. It wasn't only Nicolas being drawn to Randy. As the three splashed away, Roberto and I took our swim, then made our exit.
"Something is bothering you, Anthony."
"Yeah. Hold on a minute. I've gotta make a phone call."
He understood, helping himself to the bar. I took the cordless and walked a short distance, dialing. In five mintes time, I stood with my lover.
"Here. Try this."
"What is it?" I asked.
"Miguel taught me to make this when he gets his boys together."
"Oh, so I take it the going was going to get rough?"
He looked at me, wondering what I meant.
"With me, stripped, tied eagle-spread at the station? I mean, Juan. I'm sure he can pack away the beer and when he gets enough in him, well.." I slammed my right fist into my left palm, "I bet he would've had a nice time using my stomach for target practice!"
"You're overreacting, Anthony."
"Me? Over react? It's not your stomach he used as a punching bag!"
"But even you said you took it okay."
I thought about what I said. He was right. I had confessed to his brother, the small beating my gut took, didn't really phase me too much, rather more began kicking in on the endorphins.
"Alright, so I told Miguel..."
"You told him you might want to come back and have him..."
I knew what Roberto had alluded to. I just wonder how much Miguel told him.
"He told you that, huh?"
"Yup. He said you said that if you could, you would come back and face Juan and help him get his money back."
He was absolutely correct. Not only had I said it, but for whatever reason, my cock twitched when I thought about it. I was bent on helping his brother recoup his financial loss, betting on being able to take it, enduring through a hefty gut-punching session.
"Can we talk about something else?"
"You're not going back and have your stomach beaten to a pulp, if I have anything to say about it."
I softened my attitude, took him in my arms, closed the gap between our moist bodies, saying, "Okay."
Just then, there's a tap on the glass door, the one that leads from the glass enclosed pools, to the garden outside.
"That must be Sep."
Roberto follows me, walking towards the side of the room.
"How you doing, Sep?"
"Good, Anthony, but I wanted to mention we need new hoses."
I know, by the look on my loves, face he wondered what Sep meant.
"No problem. Anytime. Just go to the hardware store and pick out what you need and put it..." I noticed Sep gazing over my shoulder, "on my...." and being an inch shorter, head to make it totally obvious, lifting his body weight up on his toes, "account."
The Toricelli and Modriano families had spent several decades, growing up together. My mom and Giuseppe's had been inseparable, going on all day shopping trips, or accompanying their husbands on trips to europe. Sep's dad, a self-proclaimed artist, didn't have the resources my family did, but didn't have a problem keeping up with the Joneses'. However, when his mom, then dad passed on, their only child found the opposite picture of the family's finances. I paid off the last few thousand, in order to save Sep from losing a lot of the family heirlooms to the house auction. Taking it as a condition he would pay me back every penny, I haven't seen any of it, but then again didn't give two hoots if I ever did. My parents left me quite a large endowment of funds, in their will. The loan' was a drop in the bucket, compared to the amount my father amassed, over his lifetime. Plus, Seb didn't mind it at all, having to take up residence in my gardener's cottage, now earning his keep, mowing lawns or pruning the bushes.
"So, where's this hot guy... you had me rush... over... for?"
Stifling my laughter, I turned his direction from stringbean, latino lover, keying his attention towards the pool.
"Oh shit! He's a god, Anthony!"
"Not the blond, stoopid!"
I lightly smacked the side of Sep's face, pointing his head in the direction of Ethan.
"Oh, the guy floating the water?"
I knew it could have been a mixup. Randy and Nicolas monopolized the far corner of the bean-shaped pool, as Ethan floated on his back, near the shallow end, his mostly smooth front just below the water, darker where his endowment lay beneath the surface waters of the manmade lagoon.
"I thought you would be pleased, Sep."
"Thanks, bro!"
"Sep, meet Roberto."
Before heading off to the guy `I meant', Sep said, "Yeah, nice to meet you Rico."
I laughed, as Roberto corrected him. We watched from the sidelines, as Sep walked towards the pool, kicking off his sandals, pulling the sunglasses from his eyes, dropping them on the glass-topped table, tossing his towel on the chair - he always brought his own, for whatever reason, even though I had tons, poolside - then the last detail, stuck his thumbs under the elastic waist, pushing his speedos down and letting them fall to his ankles. A little kick up, he caught them, tossing them nonchalantly onto his towel. We watched, as he slowly stepped down the five stone stair-steps, to the water.
"Nice, hairy ass, for a... how old is Sep?"
I answered my love, noticing him licking his lips, "Eighteen."
"Same age as Ethan."
Moving cautiously, like a fox, his hairy legs slowly became wet. Standing near Ethan, obviously wanting to get a good look, he left him undisturbed. We came closer, so we could hear any conversation, when it got started. Sep stood there, the sun radiating down through one of the many skylights. Sun shone off his perpetual tan, his chest highlighted by a fine grazing of almost jet black hair, his stomach divided by a tight, thin trail. He wasn't a stranger to the pool, dropping by everyday, to swim and sunbathe, not that he didn't get enough, as my landscaper, so his tan didn't stop at his beltline. Like me, Sep could be a tease. Bending sideways, he wet his hand, standing upright, then letting small drips fall, like rain, onto Ethan's face. We could tell Sep giggled silently, as Ethan, apparently enjoying an aqua-siesta, wiped it off with his hand, eyes still shut. When he sank in the water, almost choking, we knew he got wise to Sep's water torture.
"Whatha?" Ethan called out, between clearing the water pouring down his throat.
"You okay?"
"Me?"
As Ethan sat there, in the shallow end, his head became even with Sep's pubes. We followed his view, as his head looked straight ahead, then up Sep's body.
Both of us giggled, when we heard Ethan ask, "Have I died and gone to heaven?"
Of course, Sep, being 5'11, towered over Ethan, him sitting on his butt, head upright. Right away, Seb brought himself down to Ethan's territory, kneeling.
We heard Randy ask, "Who the hell is that?"
"Do you really care?" Nicolas replied.
That's when our eyes caught their first kiss, a long one!
"But how did you know Anthony?"
"Know what?"
"That Sep and Ethan would... like each other?"
"I didn't. But it's not like I haven't played cupid before and not `won'. Plus," I nodded to the new couple, already engaged in a sweet kiss, "Sep can be quite the Italian lover."
"Oh? And how would you come by such information?"
I tried brushing it off. First, because I had already stated I didn't know anything about the gay' world, having a gay' relationship.
"Um, uh...."
"You lied to me, didn't you?"
Grinning a faux smile, I held up my index finger and thumb, gesturing `little'.
"How about fib?"
"Why?"
"You're not going to leave me, are you?"
"Shut up, stoopid and explain!"
"Ok. You see, other than a little fling with Pablo, occasional bouts with Nicholas and a couple of romantic interludes with Sep, just lying here by the pool, a kiss here and there, I've really haven't had much experience with men."
"Well! Considering you're twenty-seven years old, Anthony, I'd say you've had your fair share."
"Have you done oral with them?"
I thought about it, answering, "Yes."
"Anal?"
"Um....some. What else do you have to know?"
Up on where my love came from, I responded quickly, going for the jugular.
"This!"
After I forced my lips upon my twenty-eight year old lover, I sensed he still had a question.
"One thing I never had with the trio... a long and lasting love affair."
"I'm so lucky."
"You're not the only one, my love."
"Um, when do we shop for my fur coat?"
My answer to him, bending down, behind him, sticking my head between his legs, standing, taking my love up in the air, as if doing acrobatics.
"Whoooooooooooa...what are you doing?"
Proceeding to poolside, I announced, "C'mon you love-nuts... Chicken fights!"
I walked right down the five marble steps, Roberto atop my shoulders, his cock and balls grinding against the back of my neck, his hands clasped over my forehead, to steady himself.
"Hell yeah!" Nicholas called out.
We both giggled at first, Seb and Ethan trying to decide who would get on who's shoulders. Soon, it was Randy, Seb and my love battling each other, as Nicholas, Ethan and I ferried them around the pool.
"Ouch!"
"You fuckin' cheater!"
Nicholas spoke up for his team, when Roberto reached over, pulling on Randy's nuts. I knew he wasn't going to let my love get away with it. One of the most kindest men I've ever met, Nicholas could get into getting even, in a nice way. Though I hadn't expected it to be extracted from me!
"Oooooooh! Oooooh! Oooooh! You dirty rat!" I called out, as he tried strangling my balls.
All hell broke loose, then. Immediately, I bent over, sending Roberto off into the deep. I immediately went for Nicholas' midsection.
"You're going down, Nickolas!" I yelled.
Randy, bumped off Nicholas' shoulders, going right over me, head first, as I butted into his midsection.
"Oh fuck!" Nicholas shouted out, as his lungs evacuated his air.
We both knew this as child's play. So often we would practice aquatic wrestling.
"Dammit, you almost drowned me, bud!"
Surfacing, I got even, taking him by the balls, but now it wasn't a harsh groping. I tortured his nuts with a light massage.
"Better relax your grip before we have a mess in the pool!"
"The filter's on," I made excuse, should he happen to excrete his man-cream.
As we challenged each other, Randy, Ethan, Sep and my love stood around, in a half circle, as if we play a game.
"Get off it Anthony. You know the volume of manjuice I can produce!"
"I dare ya, Anthony," came the reply from my lover.
Swinging my head to the right, my left hand went over my shoulder. There, in the water, waist high to all of us, I stroked my houseboy's cock, with intentions of fulfilling my love's desire to win, as if a bet, to make Nicholas shoot his load.
"Do it, Anthony. Just like you do me!"
I sensed more than my love's curiosity, when Sep irked me on. Of course, they hadn't been any turning back, two minutes ago. My hand already caressed Nicholas' 10c, the top of hand running into his wet, hairy pubes, then stroking back down his barrel, to the tip, repeating the masturbation technique over and over.
Nicholas' head dropped back, as he groaned, "Oooooh.. almost there... almost there."
Of course I had a thing or two up my sleeveless sleeve. Taking Randy's right hand, in my left, I guided it towards Nicholas' crotch. Randy got the hint, quickly making the transition, as Nicholas' head remained tilted back, as if looking up at the skylights, yet with his eyes squinted shut from the sheer pleasure of his shaft being worked over. A slight deviation in the tone of his voice occured, but he kept up his rite of ecstasy.
"Oooooh I'm gonna come... gonna..."
Upon the first word, Randy sinks under the water. As smoothly as our hands changed, from mine to his, he engulfs Nicholas, working his cock.
"What tha?"
We all crack up, laughing our asses off, as Nicholas discovers me, standing there, as his cock is being worked by a `mouth'. Nicholas can be a funny guy.
We all take in the humor, but also the old cliche, as Nicholas states, "Oh no... this isn't going down your throat!"
I noticed, even though Ethan's right hand held his own hard shaft, his left went up and over Sep's.
"I could use some relief, as well?"
My tanned gardner tilted his head towards Ethan, smiling.
"Want to go back to my place?"
The two, minus a wardrobe, walked out the glass door towards the garden.
My love didn't beat around the bush, saying, "How about you fuck me, Anthony?"
I didn't contest his will. I led my lover by the hand, as we ascended the staircase.
"You are so so lucky Anthony."
"I know."
Sure, a guy likes to live comfortably, but what's life, without someone to share it with? I got all chills, as I finally had a guy to share my bed with, permanently. Once in the room, my attention drew to the two perky nips, the dark hair swirling around each. Leaning over, I took one of them in between my teeth, gently pressing down.
"Ooooooooh," he wailed. Letting up, he replied, "Oooooooh that felt so, so hot. Better than..."
"Than what?" I inguired, waiting for his reply.
"Um, when we had the dungeon party. They had all our nips wired up, with clamps."
"Is that so?" I asked, placing my hands on his skinny torso.
"Yeah and you know what?"
"What, my love?"
While he chatted about the dungeon party, how his cock leaked like a sieve, I closed the gap between us, taking in the mix between manscent and chlorine, sweetly kissing the tops of his shoulders.
"Now there's something you could buy me for my birthday."
"When's your birthday?"
"Next year."
"Are you sure these can hold out that long?"
His head snapped back, groaning like a hyena, as I took both of his chest nubs in my fingers, squeezed and twisted them.
"Hell yeah!"
"Hee hee hee hee heee.. like that, eh?"
"I don't think I can wait til my birthday. How about Christmas?"
"How about tomorrow?"
"Really Anthony? You mean it?"
"Better than that."
Now I gently massaged his nips with the tips of my fingers.
"How about getting your nips pierced?"
"Cool! You mean it?"
"If you want to."
"I want to. Cool! Thanks!"
"What else did they do at the dungeon party?"
"Lots of cool stuff. They started with small dildos and worked their way up. One guy they skipped over the dildos and went right for the buttplugs. This same guy, took this huge thing up his butt. I thought for sure it was going to rip his ass apart."
"Was it as big as me?"
"Oh, much bigger. Wider than a beer can."
"Sounds like fun."
"Not for me. Nope, I'm settling for you and... well except for that other jerk."
"Does it still bother you... about getting raped?"
A little of the glee went out of my love. I could tell it did.
"I suppose I'll always remember it. Not him, but the feeling. Especially when I saved my ass for that special man. I feel so violated. Filthy."
All I could think of doing, to comfort him, is take him in my arms. Man, did I love this guy.
"Well, I'm not going to let that happen to you again."
"And Anthony?"
"Yes, my love?"
"Between my place and here... well, I know we both played with a lot of guys. I think we should just have sex with each other. Know what I mean?"
As I petted his black mane, I understood, acknowledging so.
"Hey, anybody hungry for ice cream? Oh, are we disturbing anything?"
"Um, yes Nicholas."
"Hey, Roberto," Randy said.
"Well, I thought I'd take Randy out for some ice cream. Y'know. Show him around. Maybe take in a club."
"Club?" Roberto inquires.
"Sure. Drink a little, dance."
"Can we go Anthony? Can we?"
At least it got him out of his rut. I figured it might be good therapy.
Of course we both drank, but kept the blood levels down, by dancing our asses off. At times guys came over, checked Roberto out, tried picking him up, but he stood by his guns and remained mine'. Randy was pathetic on the dance floor, but hey, before Nicholas showed me the moves', I wasn't any different. A coupla times I saw Nicholas getting adamant, telling guys to `buzz off', when they came too close to Randy. After all, Randy, twenty years old, a drop-dead gorgeous blond, shaggy hair cut, plus the fact he lost his shirt, reeled guys in, like a magnet. Not that Nicholas was any different. At twenty-six years old, he could still attract guys, as if fly paper. Bopping around, his shirt got sweated up quick, midchest and pits, making him lose it. It actually hung out of the back of his pants. I felt kind of privileged I had gotten to touch his black, hairy chest, tongue gliding down the tight trail, running from his pecs to pubes. Thinking about it, I knew my love sensed my attention miles away. He pointed towards the door. I motioned to him, I would tell Nicholas we're leaving. I also had ulterior motives.
"Here."
"Where'd you get it?"
Roberto had lost his tee shirt.
"Hee heee.. `borrowed' it from Nicholas!"
"That was sweet of him."
Like he had a choice, as I yelled in his ear we were taking the car and for him to find his own way home, my hand swiping his tee shirt from out of his pants!
"Looks good on you."
"I'm swimming in it!"
He was right. A tee shirt built for a muscle guy, looked ridiculous on my stringbean lover.
"How about some coffee?"
I drove to a ritzy place, Linguini's, open to wee hours of the morning. Sometimes longer, if the patrons had been `regulars'. I was a regular!
"Anthony how are ya?"
"Good Angelo. And yourself?"
"Very good, thanks. Um, do you happen to have your jackets in the car?"
"Ah, no."
I had just realized the swanky Italian bistro, had upper class rules.
"We've come from `Ubiquity' and..."
"No need to explain. Come with me."
In the back, a little room off the kitchen, designated the lounge, a few waiters hung out.
"Anthoooooooooooooneeeeeeee!"
"Guido. How you doing, buddy?"
It paid to have an Italian lineage, at some places.
"You look a mess!"
"Yeah, well me and my, um guy."
"Shit! You finally nabbed somebody? Oh he's adorable."
I introduced Roberto.
"Guido", I explained to my love, "has been my bud almost my whole life."
I could see Roberto's eyes all over him, checking him out.
"Anthony, how about the three of us, sometime... you know?"
"Sorry Guido, but...."
"You mean you got serious?"
I smiled, after more or less telling Roberto I knew hardly anything about being gay.
"Yeah."
"You done good, Anthony."
"Thanks."
"Can I at least get a hug?"
I said okay, if it was alright with Roberto, however it resulted in me breaking them up.
Roberto asked, "Do you deliver pizza?"
They laughed. I couldn't believe he asked that question, when not more than four hours ago, he resolved to each of us having sex with each other.
"Oh man... to you and Anthony? Free delivery and anything you want on the pizza, is free. Hell, the pizzas free for you, man!"
"Free you say?"
"Of course. I'd do anything for my bud."
"Good. Give me your clothes!"
"What tha?"
Not only did Guido wind up in my tee shirt and jeans, but he persuaded one of the new waiters, some eighteen year old, fresh out of high school, to give up his white shirt, tie and jacket.
"We are the same size, you think?" Roberto asked the young stud.
The teen stood there, his natural Italian tan, barechested, after slipping on Roberto's pants. I drooled, looking at the thin treasure trail, coming out of his navel and dipping under the beltline.
"Nice looking kid, eh Anthony?"
"Told you I'm a one man man now, Guido."
"He's pretty hot in bed."
"You don't waste much time, do you?"
"I break in all the new boys. The gay ones, that is."
"Looks like a tough kid."
"Yeah. He was kind of a problem."
"Oh? How's that go?"
"Well, Anthony. Usually I penetrate their virgin asses, but this boy was different."
"Did he feel as good as me?"
"I swear Anthony, if you tell anybody..."
"Don't worry, Guido. It'll be..." I almost used the singular, but liked humiliating Guido. "It'll be mine and Mario's secret," I relayed to the total top, except the two guys who penetrated his ass.
As we settled down to a late night... early morning snack, we found our appetites ravenous. As with my father, my love became a `question box', asking about my position at Applegate College. After the formal questions, I went on to explain how, over the last three years, I've been able to match up six male-to-male couples, students from the university or in businessess I've frequented. On a road trip, I had carted a young high school grad all the way from PA, home, just to match him up with a guy that I knew he would want to be with.
"And he took?" Roberto asked, as if weening a plant from rooting in water, to potted soil.
"Yep. Now they live in San Franciso and are celebrating their first anniversity."
"I can't wait til we celebrate ours."
"Is that a proposal of marriage, I'm hearing, my love?"
"I never thought about it, Anthony."
"How `bout it?"
One thing is, I'm glad he didn't have to think about it, other then what brides always have on their mind.
"Can we have a big party?"
"Sure. Invite all our friends..."
"But Anthony, I don't have any friends, except..."
"What?"
"I hope you don't mind that I invited Mario over for dinner sometime."
"Not at all. Cute, isn't he?"
"Yeah. I like him, plus we both are stringbeans!"
"It's not true you don't have any friends, my love. What about Alvin? Adam Steel?"
"Yeah. I forgot about them."
I don't know how we got on back on the subject of marriage, but got carried away on that again.
"And for certain, I'm sure you will not want anyone but your brother giving you away."
"Yeah. I bet Miguel would like that. Um, who's going to give you away?"
"Most likely Nicholas."
"Did you and Nick, um...."
Knowing what he insinuated, I didn't keep my love guessing.
"We didn't have anal sex. We kissed a few times, lay close to each, but that's not until Nicolas and I came out to each other."
"So, you were out before you met me?"
"Only to Nicolas and Guido. They became sacred bonds between us. Oh, and Sep too."
"Yeah, okay. I guess that's different than being out to everyone. So, your father never knew you are gay?"
"Nope. He thought eventually I would marry a girl, have grandchildren and that's that!" I slapped my hands together, as if finished cleaning up.
"Do you feel bad?"
"Not really. I believe if the time was right, I would have come out to him, but it never seemed the right time, until now. It wouldn't matter anyway. My father had plenty of gay friends."
"Really? Was he, um..."
I laughed, more at the absurdity of his reference.
"Dad wasn't gay!"
"What happened to your mom?"
"Her ticker gave out. This was long after Sep's parents had kicked the bucket."
"Sorry, Anthony."
He could tell I still had melancholy thoughts.
"Thanks sweetheart."
"Hey! There's a new word you called me!"
I couldn't believe the excitement in Roberto's voice, as if he discovered a new language!
"It just came out."
"I like it."
I giggled. He was behaving like a little kid. Kind of cool, I thought. His happiness made me feel good too.
"Anthony?"
"Where'd you get the suit?"
They had caught up to us.It's no secret that Nicholas and I used to come here after hours of dancing and drinking it up at Ubiquity, one of the few gay nightclubs, but definitely one the hot boys partied at. Randy too looked sharp.
"You owe me for two suits."
I didn't get it until Nicholas explained.
"We met two hotties in the parking lot..."
Randy butts in, "Yeah. You should have seen Nicky bargain with the guys."
"Hey, it's not like I've never seen them at Ubiquity."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, one night I....."
Suddenly Nicholas derailed his train of thought.
"Go ahead," Randy said. "Did you have a threesome with them?"
"Um. Yeah. How'd you guess?"
"It's not like I haven't done it myself. Right, Roberto?"
I realized Randy didn't mean to deliberately put our relationship on the line, cuing Nicholas in on the gritty beforehand history.
"Oh? And here I thought you two were such a tight couple, Anthony."
"We are."
Nicholas didn't give us a tough time, after I mentioned us `getting serious'.
Then he switched the subject, asking, "I was wondering. Um, would it be alright if Rand spent a couple of days at the house?"
"Hmm," I made him sweat!
"I won't be any trouble," Randy promised, "I can help Nicky, sleep in the same room...."
I didn't doubt that!
"Help him clean up around here..."
We all laughed when Nicolas swatted Randy on the back of the head, kidding like.
"Don't offer me any other jobs, Rand!"
"Is that all you do is answer doors?"
"Nah, I'm part time poolboy and maintain the gym."
In good time, I would inform Roberto of all the training tips Nicolas gave me.
"Um, before we do anything," Randy took on a worried look, "I'm got to do some explaining to Ethan."
"What for? He's got another guy to keep him busy!" Nicolas asked him.
"Are you sure, Nicky?"
The two went off on their own train of thought, as Nicholas assured him Ethan would have no other love interest in him. Plus, Nicholas informed Randy, he's never seen Sep so head over heels, getting the hots for a guy, like he has with Ethan.
"Alright," Randy said.
Each had their hands under the table, as they sat there, opposite us. I wondered if they were like us, letting there hands wander too close to the division of each other's legs.
"So, how about the four of us get together tomorrow and show our new love interests around, Nicholas?"
"Fine with me, as long as you don't go stealing the car, Anthony."
"Oh right. How `did' you two get here? Cab?"
"You're joking, right?"
I acknowledged I was, evenly though my curiosity was piqued.
"I paid Jimmy Knowles fifty bucks to borrow his Porsche. We have to drop it off tomorrow."
"No bargaining?"
Nicholas then admitted, "I was thinking Rand and I here, might think about getting like you old guys."
He picked the wrong choice of words, as my lover reamed into him. I loved it!
"Whew! I'll know not to go there again!"
We all laughed.
"Especially when you're almost `there', Nicholas?"
"I'm twenty-six. You've got a whole year on me, Anthony."
"Just the point I'm making!"
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Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection without prior written permission, by the author.