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 breaking silence wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"What took you guys?" Larry shouted over the horsing around in the pool, as Robbie embraced Barry.
"We were busy falling in love, right Robbie?" He looks up at Robbie.
"Yeah. Look, I'm going to go over and talk to coach, okay, babe?" He directs to Barry, giving the blond a little pec on the cheek.
"Yup," Barry responds. "I gotta talk to Larry anyway!"
As the two parted company, Larry led Barry back to the grouping he sat with. Seeing himself in the minority, elbows, asses, cocks and balls blowing to the wind, Barry didn't waste any time in loosing his clothes. The first time the team had a victory party at Coach Torricelli's mansion, Barry was a little reluctant to strip. Ten parties later and it was a normal reaction.
Out of the group of six or seven, Larry segregates one guy, "This is Edwin."
"The other gay guy with Greenville's swim team," Barry picks up on right away.
"Nice to finally meet you," the suave latino replies, offering a short hug.
Watching, Barry notices, as Larry winds his arm around Edwin's waist, moving his right hand between Edwin's armpit and bod, finally resting his palm against the twenty year old's chest, softly petting the dark hair.
"Hey, I bet you and Edwin are just like Robbie and me!" Barry says excitedly.
"How?" Edwin and Larry say together.
"In love?"
"Love?" Larry says, his hand dropping to Edwin's hairy thigh, more dumbfounded by the idea. "You can't be in love, Barry."
"Why not? Barry questions as if, because of his disabilities, he shouldn't being things normal guys do.
"Yeah, why not?" Edwin asks, his head glancing over his shoulder.
"Edwin honey, go fetch me a drink?"
"Sure. Anything for you, Barry?" Edwin offers.
"He'll have a coke," Larry tells him, a slap to Edwin's pale-skinned butt, standing out from the rest of his tanned bod.
"I think I'll have a beer, Edwin," Barry opposes his bro, branching out, showing signs of independence.
Looking back over his shoulder, his sexy back twisting with his torso, Edwin waits for the final call.
"Okay, but one," Larry gives the final word.
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"So, it'll be no problem driving me back to my truck?" Robbie inquires, coach and swimmer knowing they are checking each other out.
"I'll have Nicholas come with us," Anthony replied, casting a look from down below, to eye level.
With beer in hand, Robbie chats with Anthony, asking, using his beer as a symbol of nodding, as his other hand is feeling up his own hairy stomach, "Who's the hot stud over there?"
"Oh, you haven't met Adam, have you?" recalling the lengthy amount of passed time, since they've all gathered for a pool party.
"No," Robbie downs a chug, "but I'd sure be interested in meeting him!"
As they walk the circumference of the pool, Anthony cautions, "I have to warn you, Robbie. Adam's taken."
"Then it looks like we're in the same boat."
Stopping, Anthony probes, "Oh? So, I take it you and Barry have something going?"
"I dunno. Maybe. See if we make it to first base tonight!"
As they both laughed, approaching Adam, the ex-cop stands, Sep returning with a drink in each hand, little umbrellas defining each.
After the introductions, Robbie stares at their drinks, saying, "Looks good. The umbrellas-- cute!"
"Here, have mine," Sep says, offering his.
"Oh no. I don't want to..."
"No problem, Robbie. I can make more."
As Sep departs, Adam states, "Sep makes the best pina coladas. He can whip one up in a jiffy. "
With Sep off to the bar, assuming the position of unofficial bartender, Robbie downs the last quarter of his beer, then taking a sip of the tropical brew.
"Good... hey, where's coach?" Robbie questions, looking around the apron of the pool.
"Don't look now, but I think he's been hijacked!"
The two watch, as Anthony, having been pushed into the pool, is dragged off by Nicholas, a pawn in a game of chicken fights.
"Seems to me I've seen some of these other guys before," Robbie says, just as well glad Adam has invited him to sit, the power of testosterone coming over him, as he gazes at the thirty or so pieces of walking and swimming flesh.
"The Greenville team. Anthony relayed the story to us about the two homophobes. He couldn't say no to Barry, when he had invited Edwin and Gil to the party."
"I remember," Robbie said.
"Well, the other guys tried the same stint and it worked!"
Robbie grins, saying, "Like coach minds looking at all this eye candy?"
With a wink and a sip out of the little straw, Adam clues Robbie in, "Hey, we all have our needs, don't you think?"
Robbie couldn't deny it. However, as Adam watched the chicken fights in the pool, different shades of skin rise and fall, Robbie stretched his neck, his face pointed towards the trio of seats, watching Barry go at it, talking his head off with Larry and Edwin.
"Excuse me," Robbie said, getting up.
Adam doing the same, walking to pool's edge and jumping in. Tossing a towel onto another chair, swiped from being unattended, joining the three filled chairs, Robbie parks his ass next to Barry.
"Hey babe!" Rang out, Robbie smiling at Barry, at stealing his phrase.
"Babe, yourself!" Robbie returned, pulling on Barry's arm, giving him a peck on the cheek.
Being outspoken, true to Barry's nature, he hopped out of his seat and dropped his bareass right on Robbie's package. "Would you believe this? Me, Barry Billington snagging the hottest guy on campus!"
Larry rolled his eyes, with regrets about remarking to his twin brother. It made Robbie blush, however it set Edwin giggling, not so much at Robbie, but towards Barry.
"Um, I wouldn't say hottest," Robbie meekly said. "I mean, I think Larry is kind of hot!"
"Larry?" Barry said, a sort of mean approach to his misunderstanding.
Then calling Barry's attention, Larry states, "Um, like we're twins, Barry? Get it? We look exactly alike?"
Another round of laughter filled the quartet, when Barry looks to his bro's pubes, then his own, saying, "Almost!"
"Um, that could hurt!" Edwin suggests, focusing on Barry's pubes.
In rebuttal, Robbie tells him, "I wouldn't know, but maybe I'll have something to report tomorrow morning. Um, what about yourself, Edwin?"
However, it was Barry getting in on the joking, more with a frank assumption, "You and Edwin going to do it tonight too, Larry?"
"Have things all planned out, huh Robbie?" Larry asked, as if an accusation.
Robbie's mouth was open, ready to say something, when Edwin responded faster, his hand slapping onto Larry's thigh, fingertips draped over, barely touching Larry's balls, "Um, maybe it's not only Robbie with some secret thoughts?"
It shut Larry up immediately, not shy with Edwin's thoughts, plus the flashy smile, as an afterthought.
"Anthony said you had a problem with your truck? A flat?"
Barry has been to team parties at Anthony's before, knowing most of the live-in residents. From a distance, he's seen Nicholas, shirtless, pantless and everything else-less, but never this close, as when he sat on Robbie's lap, an arm around the swim jock's broad shoulders. As Robbie and Nicholas conversed, Nicholas standing there, dripping wet, Barry's attention had been drawn to something more fascinating.
Until Robbie asks, "Right, Barry?"
"About what?" Barry answers, head switching around to Robbie's face.
Not blind to Barry's dilemma, Nicholas says, a hand playing with his own balls, tumbling them around in his hand, "About Robbie's flat? We should maybe see about going to see if it can be `blown' up?"
This time, it was no secret to Barry, he was watching Nicholas' playful handling of his sacs, his cock responding to the feel-good action. What a tease Nicholas could be!
Trying to create a diversion for Barry, Robbie says, "I'm not sure I want to leave the truck out on the side of the road all night, right babe?"
"Sure," Barry replies, paying more attention to Robbie. "Want me to come, babe?"
"Nah," Robbie replies, starting to get up, hinting Barry to slide off his lap.
When Robbie stood up, Barry compared their stats. "Hey, you and Nicholas are the same height!"
From Barry sitting on Robbie's thighs, cock rubbing up against the nineteen year old's bare ass, it had taken rise, so that when standing next to Nicholas, Robbie matched the twenty-six year old in more than being tall.
Barry noticed. Telling it like it is', he exclaims, "Wow! You're both the same height' there, too!"
In a playful mood, Nicholas responds, "Are you sure about that?"
"I think," Barry tells, eyes darting between the two specimens in question.
"Only one way to find out!"
Nobody could have been more surprised, than Robbie, when Nicholas stepped close to the college swim jock, reached out, taking both cocks in hand and lay them side by side. As if nothing special, Nicholas states, "Almost the same."
"Can you measure mine too, Nicholas?"
It made Robbie's demeanor change from mediocre, to giddy, when Nicholas' big hand dropped both cocks.
"Sure, but first we have to `firm it up'?" Nicholas presented, walking around behind Barry, plastering his hairy chest to the teen's back.
Standing to the side, Nicholas worked Barry's barrel, stroking it to and fro. At the same time, Nicholas kept his shaft up to par, for the faceoff.
"Aren't you gonna get jealous, babe?" Barry asks Robbie.
"Feels good, don't it?" Robbie replies, his hand at his own cock.
"Yup. So?"
"Why should I put a damper on something you are liking?"
At first, Barry thought it strange Robbie wasn't punching Nicholas' lights out, for shimmying his cock up to his ass, taking his cock in hand and stroking it, but then chocked it up to, "I guess."
Soon they had to put the measuring stats on hold, as poor Barry, a foreign hand working his cock, plus the visual, watching Robbie keep his own cock firm, provided too much desire for him to keep his manjuices contained.
"Uuhh... ooooh ooooooh!" Barry sighed, as his hips jutted back and forth, spewing his cum out.
First wave, it shot straight out, hitting Robbie in the stomach, the white goo dripping down, running over Robbie's deep innie, some sinking in, then coating his treasure trail. It didn't phase him much, as he kept on stroking himself, with more intensity, using Barry's cum as lubrication.
"Oh yeah! C'mon babe... do it!" Barry urged Robbie on, his hand on his own cock, squeezing the last of his white juice out.
"Wow! I can't believe I came so much!" Barry said, stealing some of his own cum back from Robbie's abs.
Making him more turned on, Nicholas took hold of Barry's hand, pressing it flat against Robbie's slimy abs, then moving it around, a hand other than his own, rubbing against his pecs and abs. Throwing his head back, Robbie shot his load.
Seeing Robbie cum, Barry's imagination fueled his desires to see Nichlas lose his load, asking, "Aren't you going to come, Nicholas?"
"I dunno. Maybe if you give a `hand'?"
"Me?" Barry questioned the older hunk.
Robbie, taking an occasional taste from his own bod, got his hand on his cock, ready to watch his lover stroking the tall muscle man.
Deciding he needed a little lube, Nicholas, man in control of the scene, reaches over to Robbie's pubes, seeing if he can drain anymore cum out of the swimmer's `faucet'.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Robbie made a long sigh of pleasure, mixing with the pangs of having already come.
"Um, Nicholas?"
"Yes?" he shot back to Barry.
"Next time you do that, ask?"
"Oh?" Nicholas inquired, thinking of how freely Robbie allowed him to take Barry's cock in his hand. "Sorry. Um, may I?" he inquired about taking another jerk of Robbie's soft shaft.
"Okay," Barry replied, Robbie doing all he could to keep from bursting out in laughter.
"Let's see what I can do," Nicholas says, going at it, stroking himself with a fury.
"Why not? It's big, isn't it?" Barry asks.
"'Cause...I just came about an hour ago."
Not meaning to be, Barry says, standing there, hands on hips, staring down at the 10c firming up, tells him, "Oh, you'll have no trouble, Nicholas. It's real hard now."
Nicholas wasn't the only one handling his cock, working it up into a thick stick. For the second time, in less than five minutes, Robbie was going at it too.
Barry noticed, saying, "Wow! I wonder if I can do it again too?"
"Pathetic," Larry said, arms across his middle.
"Oh, you're just jealous because you're not in on the action," Edwin replies, his hand reaching over Larry's thigh, forming around his deflated cock.
"I'm getting close," Robbie says, his hand gliding quickly up and down his shaft.
"Oh yeah?" Nicholas says, grinning, another one of his pranks, readying to play it on Barry.
This time, he nodded to Robbie, as much as to tell him to train his cock in Barry's direction, as he did the same. As if watching a ping pong match, Barry, unable to predict who was going to come first, diversifies his attention.
"OMG!" Barry yells out, when both Nicholas and Robbie scream out in blissful pain, their cocks unloading. There, standing in front of the two, their ropes of cum shoot all over the nineteen year olds stomach and pubes. He forgets about stroking himself up in another orgasm. Then, turning to his Edwin and his twin, he says, "Will you look what they did to me? It was like feeling them squirting a hose on me!" Barry exclaims, his hand slipping some of mixed cum off his stomach, onto his fingers, as if a specimen onto a slide. Then, holding it up, looking at it as if his eyes are a microscope, he reports to all, "Wow! This sure has some viscosity!"
"Now, where have I heard that before?" Robbie asks, wiping his remaining goo on his own abs.
Barry, not forgetting things said, asks, "So, are you going to squirt your stuff out again, Nicholas?"
"Nah," he replies, regarding his third time, "I better save some for Randy."
"That's who's missing!" Barry notices. Where's Randy?"
With some quick thinking, Nicholas remembers the jive he gave to the rest of the guys, when asked, saying, "Randy wasn't feeling so hot, so he made it an early evening."
In reality, Randy wasn't quite ready to make his public debut, regarding the look of his bod from that fateful afternoon, some days ago. Actually, part of Nicholas' throbbing boner could be attributed to the fact of having the urge to view the porn he rented, to keep Randy `entertained'.
"Our mom used to say, when somebody's sick, seeing somebody else could make them feel better. Maybe we all should go see him?" Barry suggests.
It would have been Nicholas' worst nightmare, Barry and the gang seeing Randy, instead of sickly, lying in bed, stroking to the sight of guys sucking and fucking each other over.
"Well, he's probably sleeping by now." Then, off subject, "Um, how far down the road, did you guys walk from?" Nicholas inquires.
"It was real scary, but when Robbie put his arm around me, I wasn't scared anymore!" Barry recalled. "I bet, if we saw a bear, Robbie could just bong him on the head," Barry made a fist, hitting it against his other hand, "and knock the living daylights out of him, right Robbie?"
"Let's hope I never get the chance," Robbie replies, making everybody laugh. Then, more seriously, "I'm about a quarter mile down the road," he tells Nicholas.
"Well, I guess we better coverup!" Nicholas suggests.
Already, the pool party started to wind down, the waters settling into little troughs transformed from small tsunamis. Guys either lounged in chairs, sipping drinks, or paired up, remaining in the darker corners of the pool, making out.
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Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection without prior written permission, by the author.