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 thinkers & doers wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"What's on your mind?" Roberto asks, bouyant in the water.
"Them," Anthony says, looking at the two, eating chips at one of the poolside tables.
"My brother called today."
"Miguel called? Why didn't you tell me?"
"I'm telling you now."
"Oh. Okay. So, what's up?"
"He actually called to talk to you."
"Me?" Anthony asks.
"Yup. He says he got a new tow truck and wants to show it to you."
"Hmm..." Anthony smiles.
"I hope you're not thinking what I think you are thinking, Anthony."
He smiles again.
"You are' thinking it', aren't you?"
"Yeah. You've got me."
"You miss Miguel's toying with you, don't you?"
"Yes, I do. But one thing, unlike what happened to Randy and Nicholas, at least I know I can trust Miguel."
"True. So, when do you want to visit him?" Roberto asks.
"You mean you'll let me?"
"It's what you want, isn't it?"
"I can't tell you enough how I was treated. I mean, even when I was tied eagle-spread to the lift inside the gas station and hoisted up.... the feeling of the damp atmosphere on my body... my cock and balls, was totally awesome!"
"I know."
"You understand, Roberto?"
"The water can't hide it!"
"Water?"
"The erection you just got, talking about it."
Roberto reaches over, next to him, underwater, feeling up Anthony's privates.
"I was right! You're as hard as a rock!"
"I told you. Miguel turns me on."
"Oh does he now?"
"Not in that way!" Anthony whines.
Roberto laughs, saying, "I know how you mean it."
The two hear laughter coming from the edge of the pool.
"It's ironic though."
"What is, hon?" Roberto asks.
"How Randy and Nicholas suffered so and here I'm asking to suffer."
"You're not feeling guilty are you?"
"Not really, on account of I know Miguel will be fair when he has his fun."
"While you're having your fun?"
A warmth comes over Anthony, as he hugs his `stringbean' lover.
"It's good to have a man that understands me."
"Like we both already know. Miguel loves us both, but he also knows how to play the game."
"Right. And fairly."
"Um, what is it you talked to Nicholas about?" Roberto asks.
"What I mentioned to you as we were leaving the hospital."
"Oh, about the hospital bills and the white party. How did he go for it?"
"He wanted to pay for the hospital bills, which we'll sort of work out together."
"And the white party?"
"He was very supportive of it, saying it will do Randy a lot of good, but likewise he wants to contribute."
"And?"
"I told him he could pay for the party, except the entertainment."
"Do you have any ideas?"
"For the celebrity?"
"Yeah."
"Not yet. I figured you and I could think about it."
"I have an idea sort of."
"Oh?"
"It's kind of kinky."
"But nothing to do with bdsm."
"No. What I was thinking of," Roberto tells him, "is having the celebrity `baked in the cake'."
"Baked in the cake?"
"I heard of this once. A guy strips down, lays on a table and the cake, already baked, is built around his body. Then after the cake is fitted around him, they ice it. Get the idea?"
"Yes and I like it. Would be fun having Randy lick him off."
"Me too?"
"You?"
"You wouldn't get mad, would you Anthony?"
"Of course not. I think it would be fun watching you lick him off."
"So, you don't think it's too kinky an idea?"
"No, but I'm getting another idea here."
"Oh? What?"
"Just suppose we find a couple of bakers who can plan ahead."
"Plan ahead?"
"Yeah. Know what they're doing."
"I don't follow you, Anthony."
"Well, just suppose that a half hour before the cake is brought out, Nicholas disappears?"
"Oh I get it. Nicholas becomes the celebrity under the cake."
"Right and this way it would make it more personal for Randy."
"So, no celebrity?"
"Sure we could still have a celebrity, but do you think it's alright to have Nicholas buried under the cake?"
"I think we should ask Nicholas how he feels about the idea."
"True."
"And when should we have the party?"
"When Randy feels better. I think he would seem embarrassed to have guests see his bod with all the welts, especially when most will be stripped down to almost nothing."
"You're right. Randy mentioned to me the exact thing," Roberto tells his lover.
"Oh?"
"Yup. He's worried about all the welts on his body disappearing, plus his swollen nips."
"Then I'd say we have quite awhile to plan. Could be months."
"Then maybe it will fall around a holiday."
"True," Anthony states, "then we could change it from a white party, to a holiday party."
"Nicholas' body, shaped like a Christmas tree!"
"Wouldn't that be something! You come up with some good ones, hon."
"Thanks," Roberto says.
Already side by side, in the pool, it's so easy for Roberto to throw his arms around Anthony, his hand on his cheek, directing their lips together.
"Ahem!" Nicholas coughs.
"Yes?" Anthony looks up, seeing Nicholas upside-down.
"I thought it would be nice to take Randy to Linguini's for dinner. Are you two interested?"
"I think we'll spend an evening at home, but you two go," Anthony says.
"I also have some good news."
"Oh really, Nicholas?"
"Yep. Randy wants to get back to painting."
"Well your bedroom sure could use a coat of paint!" Anthony jokes.
"Not `that' kind of painting, you idiot!" Nicholas scolds him.
"I'm only kidding. I know what you mean."
Nicholas says, "Only one problem, though."
"What's that?"
"He doesn't have any equipment. The money he's saved is going towards his college courses at Applegate. I wouldn't mind, but I need to save for the party."
Roberto suggests, "Why don't you pay for the art supplies and let Anthony worry about the cost of the party?"
"You don't mind?" Nicholas asks.
"Of course I don't mind. Besides, paying for his artist's materials will be more of a personal gesture."
"You're the best, Anthony," Nicholas renders, tapping his fingers to his lips, then passing the little kiss onto Anthony, patting his head.
"I know!"
Joking around, Anthony breathes onto his fingernails, rubbing them on his wet chest, as if polishing a medal of worth. With his foot, Nicholas pushes Anthony forward. Losing his footing, Anthony gets dunked in the pool.
"You're a dead man," Anthony jokes with Nicholas.
He just laughs it off, going back to Randy. Soon the two get up, Anthony and Roberto wishing them a good night.
"You better call Miguel before it gets too late, Anthony."
"Oh, he wants me to call him back right away?"
"He said he'd be waiting by the phone."
"I bet he is!" Anthony says sarcastically.
Getting out of the pool, Roberto picks up both towels, tossing Anthony one. As if coming out of the shower, they wrap each around their waists, after toweling off their backs and fronts. They sit down in lounge chairs, Anthony picking up the phone.
"Oh, before I call, when do you think I should tell him?"
"What about Thanksgiving weekend?" Roberto suggests.
"Then we can have a turkey dinner together," Anthony proposes.
"If you're not `tied up'?"
Roberto follows his statement with a hardy laugh. Anthony joins in.
"I thought he was talking about playing around for an evening?"
"I think longer."
"Like a whole day?"
"I don't know what Miguel is thinking about. You have to ask him."
"Okay. What's the number?"
"I wrote it down. It's in the book."
Anthony picks up an address book. He looks up Delgado, then Miguel.
"Here it is."
He dials the number.
"Well, instead of having to explain it to you, hon, why don't I put it on the speaker phone?"
"Okay."
The speakerphone picks up the dialtone.
"Hello?"
"Miguel?"
"This is Miguel Delgado."
"Anthony Toricelli here."
"I hope you are calling to tell me you are on your way!"
Roberto answers, "Anthony is not dropping everything to come see you. We are...."
Anthony puts up his hand, to say `hold it', then says, "We're planning on coming out to see you in three weeks."
"That's Thanksgiving weekend?"
"Right," Anthony says.
"Hmm... four days, huh?"
Again Roberto sticks his two cents in, "You're not playing with Anthony for four full days. We're going to have a nice, family-style dinner on Thanksgiving!"
"Hmm," Miguel is thinking it over, then says, "Okay. You give me whatever time you can."
Anthony asks, "How's the new tow truck?" with obvious intentions.
"It's a beauty." Then with suggestion, Miguel says, "It has a nice, shiny hook!"
"Got some new rope?" Anthony asks.
"Oh yeah and some new chains. Only one thing..."
"Oh? What's that Miguel?"
"I'm going to have all the fun myself, instead of sharing it!"
"Cool!" Anthony says.
"And I got your Christmas present early."
"Oh?" Anthony asks, "And what would that be?"
"It's a surprise."
Roberto tells his brother, "I don't want Anthony hurting after this. No marks!"
"I thought you trusted me, little brother?"
"I do, Miguel. I'm just making sure."
"Don't worry. I wouldn't do anything Anthony doesn't want to do. Anthony?"
"Yes, Miguel?"
"I want you to write a list of things you want to do. I'll have mine and we'll negotiate when I see you."
"Fair enough," Anthony says.
"Okay, that's all for now."
Anthony signs off, with Roberto leading off the `goodbyes'.
"What do you think?" Anthony asks Roberto.
"I know Miguel will play fair."
"I know he will, because if he doesn't, he'll have little bro to answer to!"
"You better believe it, Anthony!"
"I wonder what my present is?"
Roberto jokes, saying, "Probably a new bullwhip!"
"Yikes! Now `that' could hurt!"
"I'm kidding."
"I know you are. Though I could go for some beltwork!"
Then, changing the entire conversation, Roberto says, "Let's get something to eat. I'm feeling really horny."
"Mmmmmm," Anthony replies.
Going into the kitchen, the two decide on a quick salad. Anthony jokes with the cucumber in hand, choosing a more suggestive purpose.
"Oh don't worry. Miguel will be using more than a cucumber on you."
"You think?"
"Oh sure," Roberto clues him in. "Didn't I tell you about Miguel's collection?"
"No. You never said. What collection?"
"He has an assortment of dildos and buttplugs, along with various `other' tools."
"Like what?"
"I was kidding about the bullwhip, but he has some straps and paddles."
Next thing Roberto notices, is the tenting of Anthony's towel!
"I have you thinking about it, don't I, Anthony?"
"Maybe we should change the subject?"
"Right," Roberto says, "we don't want you getting the floor wet, do we?"
"Now who wants it bad?"
"Let's hurry and eat our salads. You're making me feel so horny!"
Not only salad, but the two devoured a loaf of Italian bread and a bottle of wine, which made both feel a little tipsy. They dumped everything in the sink, then headed upstairs. Walking through their bedroom door, they lost the towels around their waists, tossing them over a chair.
"I'm so horny," Anthony shared.
"For me or Miguel?"
"You, of course," Anthony said.
"Don't lie!"
True, Roberto could always tell when Anthony was fibbing.
"You're right. Can we just do a little `something'?"
"Like what?"
"I dunno. Tie me down to the bed or something?"
Being a good sport, Roberto says, "I'll get the rope."
Anthony `dove' into the bed. He lay there on his back, arms and legs eagle-spread. Roberto came back with four ropes, each made of soft cording.
"I'm gonna work you over real good, Anthony!"
Tying one rope around Anthony's right wrist, Roberto looped it over the closest post. He repeated the same with the other wrist, stealing a coupla kisses in between.
"Ouch!" Anthony said when Roberto pulled the rope tight.
"Did that hurt?"
"A little," Anthony reported, but nothing excruiating.
"That's nothing. Wait til I get you tied down!"
Anthony smiled. He knew the treatment he was in store for.
The third and fourth ropes went around each of Anthony's ankles, Roberto tying them to each bedpost at the bottom of the bed.
"Ready to torture the hell out of you, Anthony!"
Leaning on the bed, Roberto bowed his head over Anthony's crotch. Sticking out his tongue, he licked the head of Anthony's cock, sticking straight up.
"Ooooooooh!" Anthony sighed.
Both he and Roberto knew this to be sheer torture. But since Roberto was in control, he backed off. Then he threw his leg over Anthony's bod, straddling it. Facing him, he smiled. Feeling up Anthony's hairy chest, his fingers and thumbs found his two nips.
Anthony's head pushed back, into the pillow, as he sighed out loudly, "Ahhhhhhhh-ohhhhhhh!"
Roberto was softly mashing his nips. The whole time, Roberto is getting a kick out of pleasuring his man. His cock is showing it, the 8c laying on Anthony's stomach, hard and leaking. Leaning on his knees, at both sides of Anthony's bod, he leans over, to the right side, his mouth going over Anthony's right nip. With his left hand still teasing the left nip, Roberto's tongue paints a path around the right, a prelude to something more intense. Anthony's not disappointed, as Roberto's tongue hits his nip dead center, pressing down. Then he cups his lips and pulls on the sensitive nub, pulling away some body hair with Anthony's nip. Reaching behind himself, he strokes Anthony's cock. Precum soils his hand. Bringing his hand to his lips, Roberto cleans it off. He does a quick job of sucking Anthony's left nip, then follows the trail down Anthony's stomach.
Moving backwards, down Anthony's bod, his ass feels Anthony's 9.5c wedge against his asscrack. "Oooooh," Roberto sighs.
They say a taste of honey is worse then none at all. For Roberto this holds true. Once Anthony's cock had touched his ass, he wants him deep inside him. Moving farther back, he guides Anthony's cock to his wanting ass chamber. There's enough precum to serve as lube, so he coats the tube. Then, leaning back, he guides it to the opening.
Both are waiting for the ecstatic manuever. Manipulating Anthony's 9.5c, Roberto sits back, impaling himself. Both follow with the sounds of sheer pleasure.
Anthony, still stretched out, tied eagle-spread to the bed, tries moving his hips, to gain further entry.
Roberto's head drops back, as he feels the pleasure of having his ass chamber filled. Realising Anthony's needs, he lifts his bod up, then presses back down, fucking over his own ass, much to Anthony's total pleasure.
"Feel good, hon?" Roberto quizzes his lover.
"You know it does."
Still tied eagle-spread, Anthony tries working his cock deep inside Roberto with each press downwards.
"Untie me now."
It's not the first time Roberto has followed Anthony's wishes, in tying down the twenty-seven year old. So, at Anthony's request, he knows what it is that follows! Slowly, he unties Anthony, so the momentum builds up.
"I really neeed to get inside you.... deeper."
"I know."
With both wrists untied, Anthony helps himself to untying his right ankle, as Roberto works on his left.
With surprise, Roberto asks, "You tie me?"
"You want to be tied?"
The smile makes the decision. Anthony's bindings now become Roberto's. Only he doesn't tie Roberto's ankles to the bottom bedposts. Instead, he folds Roberto's legs back over him, so it's like he's bent in half. Before he loses his erection, he gives himself a few strokes and then zeroes in on his target. They both respond with joy.
"Ooooh... now to get in deeper."
Roberto isn't disappointed, as Anthony forces himself deep inside Roberto. Holding his legs over him, Anthony pumps in and out. Roberto doesn't disappoint him, contracting his sphincter at the same time. Working up a sweat, Anthony is dripping wet onto Roberto's chest.
"Feel good?" Anthony asks.
"Don't stop!" Is Roberto's answer.
What seems like numerous minutes, turns into an hour.
"I...I'm cumming..." Anthony squeals, at the same time dumping his load deep inside his lover.
At the same time, Roberto requests, "Jerk me off?"
Seeing the predicament, Roberto lets his legs down, crashing at Roberto's side. But a hand immediately moves to his cock. Then Anthony gets a different idea. Getting up, he puts his mouth over Roberto's 8c. With all his might, he starts pumping, jambing as much as he can into his throat.
In minutes, Roberto is voicing the same opinion as Anthony, yelling out he's cumming, too. Swallowing as quick as he can, Anthony takes his lover's load. Briefly straddling Roberto, he unties his wrists. They relax, hugging each other, telling each `how good' life is!
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2B continued...
Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection without prior written permission, by the author.