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 curious wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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While waiting for the pizza boy Anthony sat on the stool in the kitchen, his attention divided between the weekend's happenings before and after their Thanksgiving dinner at Miguel's place. Suddenly he was jolted out of his reverie when the doorbell rang. Getting up he exclaimed, "Geesh! I can't go to the door like this!" His eye caught the kitchen apron Roberto had been wearing. Throwing a loop over his head, he grabbed the two narrow strings and tried fastening them around his waist as he sped to the door. He spot checked to make sure the apron at least covered his private parts.
"Eight pizzas?" the youth rattled off.
"That's me," Anthony replied, lifting his right hand and placing it on top of the box, to relieve the kid of his load.
The pizza boy offered, "I got it," he seemed to hug the tall order. "Where do you want it, mister?"
"Right over here," Anthony said, leading the kid towards the kitchen countertop.
If Anthony had eyes in the back of his head, he could have seen the pizza delivery boy with a toothy grin, just wanting to break out in giggles, laughing his ass off at Anthony's backside, the apron not at all doing justice to hiding his ass crevice.
"Um, nice apron," the kid said, making a point.
After setting the pizzas down, Anthony whisked around, hiding the obvious attack of words. On the tip of his tongue to say something, he was abruptly interrupted.
"Hey coach, the guys want to know when the pizza.... is coming.. oh hi!" Barry ended his remark, looking at the guy khaki white pants and white shirt. "You here for the party?"
Like stage-struck before an audience, the pizza boy scanned over Barry's bod, taking in the breathtaking view of the wet-haired blonde, the slight mass of midchest hair, a thin stripe down the nineteen year olds stomach, then cutting from navel to pubes, swallowing when he spotted Barry's endowment.
"He's the pizza delivery boy," Anthony replied to Barry even though his attention was commanded by the comical sight of the speechless pizza boy, so obvious at scanning Barry's bod.
Walking up to the kid, Barry outspokenly asked, "You're gay, aren't you?"
Caught entirely off guard, the kid rummaged for words, saying, "Um... me? Gay? Um... I...well..."
"It's okay if you are. We all are!"
Looking from Barry to Anthony, who forced a smile, the kid gulped. Directing to Anthony he asked "You too?"
Before he could answer, Robbie comes in, dripping wet, a towel around his neck hiding his pecs but not anywhere else. "Hey babe," he greeted his lover, but with more attention on the pizza aroma. "Cool! Pizzas here!" It's then he noticed the short kid standing in front of Barry. Not registering as the delivery guy, Robbie asks, "Cool. You here for the party?"
Anthony rolled his eyes at the second swimjock to completely overlook the red tag, reading `Vittorio's Pizza'. All the kid needed was his money and tip and he was out of there. However, right now payment nor the two other deliveries in his car were on his mind.
For one run-on sentence, Barry says, "Hey Robbie, this is Zach, but he's not here for the party. He's gay. Hey, I got an idea... wanna come to the party, Zach?"
By this time Robbie had taken what he came for, accidentally pinching one nip between the boxes, but not mentioning it to anyone on account of it turned him on.
"I think Zach is still on duty," Anthony suggested, in regards to the invite, not that he minded it.
Delaying his reaction, Robbie too joined the thought saying, "Coach is right. It's Friday night. Zach has probably got a mound of pizzas to deliver." With his nip still clenched between the cardboard boxes, the result charged up his pubic region. Not able to look over the boxes of pizza, he knew the outcome, with the tingling in his loins, so excused himself, announcing, "I better get this out to the pool. The animals are getting restless."
"You got more deliveries?" Barry asks Zach, standing in front of him, no more than a foot apart.
Wanting to get back to the party, Anthony stuffed seventy-five bucks in the kids hand, saying, "Keep the change, `Zach'."
"Thanks," Zach tore his attention away from Barry. "I guess I..." he stole one more glance to Barry's bulge, "I better get going. Got two more deliveries."
Assuming Zach was gay, which he hadn't admitted to yet, Barry asks, "Hey, are you out?"
"Out?" the eighteen year old reluctantly surrendered to Barry's way of `interrogation'.
"Sure. Like in `out of the closet'? Have you ever told anyone you are gay?"
"Um... no. Not really," Zach said.
It's not often Barry had felt a connection with a guy, other than his brother and Robbie, but maybe since surrounded by the `gay life', he was developing his own sense of gaydar. Not thinking about it, he just came right out and said, "You should really come to the party later. What time do you get out of work?"
"Um, I'm not sure about all of this, okay?"
"Sorry," Barry, with heartfelt sentiment,replied. "I didn't mean to push you into anything, Zach."
"It's okay. I feel real comfortable talking with you Barry. I mean... I'm not really out to anyone... but you, if that's what you're driving at."
Probably the pizza in the car was getting cold, but it wasn't on Zach's mind as he discussed something he has been aching to divulge to someone. Since Barry had fired up the spark within him, he felt compelled to spill out everything bottled up inside for years since he became aware of his true self.
"Wow! So you've probably never been with a guy before, huh?"
"Nope," Zach replied, a stab at informing Barry of his virgin status.
"You know that big guy that was just in here?" Barry points over his shoulder.
"Um yeah," Zach replied, venturing to utter his first gay remark, "he's kind of cool looking."
"That's Robbie. He's my boyfriend."
"No kidding. He's so... so awesome looking," Zach replied, not meaning to slander Barry.
"Yeah. Would you believe he's the hottest guy on campus and he picked me to be his boyfriend?"
With his eyes on Barry, Zach shrugs his shoulders, saying, "I think you're cool looking too."
"Really? You think I'm good looking, Zach?"
"Very," the eighteen year old delivery boy replied, loosening up with a smile.
After exchanging smiles in silence the two are interrupted by the phone, which seems to go on ringing forever.
"Nobody's getting it. Hold on a sec," Barry says, hurrying over to the phone in it's cradle. After saying "Hello," he turns the phone over to Zach, saying, "I think it's your boss. He sounds pissed."
"Oh no!" Zach replies as he takes the phone, the uplift in his voice slowly taking a dive, as he repeats over and over, "Yes, Mr. Vittorio, Yes Mr. Vittorio, oh I know Mr. Vittorio. Of course. Sure Mr. Vittorio. I'll get on it right away."
After clicking off the phone, Zach handed it back to Barry, who asks, "Everything okay?"
"Listen, it's been great talking with you Barry, but I've got to get going on my deliveries."
"I hope `Mr. Vittorio' wasn't too harsh on you," Barry said, running his hand over the teen's smooth forearm.
It phased Zach big time, making him shiver.
"You okay Zach," Barry asked when he didn't respond.
"Uh.. sure."
Cracking a little smile, Barry observes, "I take it since you aren't out you haven't been with a man yet?"
"Not yet. Listen, I really ought to get going. Like Mr. Vittorio says, there's dozens of guys lined up for my job."
"One sec," Barry said, this time yanking on Zach's arm, giving the teen a peck on the cheek, saying, "Your first kiss by a man!"
With his jaw slacked open, Zach's hand touched the place where Barry's lips wet him up. "That.... that's really awesome!"
"I know. Same thing I felt when Robbie kissed me for the first time. You feel something move in your pants?"
"My pants?" he thought for a moment, then realized the implication as his hand dropped to the zipper area of his pants. "I think so," he replied, not sure if it was he had to take a leak!
When Zach left Barry turned his attention to the laughing good times coming from the pool. He walked over to where Robbie parked his ass in a lounge chair. On his chest sat a slice of pizza, between his pecs, a coupla bites taken out of it.
"Nice table," Barry said.
"Grab yourself some pizza babe." Then turning to his left, he barks out the order, "Perez, go find yourself another chair!"
"Aye aye sir!" Tommy Perez saluted as he got out of the chair.
When Barry didn't occupy it quick enough, Robbie looked over to the `pizza table'. There Barry was, rummaging through the boxes.
"Looking for the little fishies?" Robbie joked.
"Nope. I can't find the pizza with the pineapples and coconut."
Making the most horrendous face, Robbie imitated somebody throwing up, with his finger down his throat. He then realized Barry coming up empty handed. "Can't find what you want babe?"
"Yeah, I have," He says.
A queer look was on Robbie's face, questioning his lover coming back to the seating arrangement empty-handed. He giggled when Barry swiped the slice of pizza off his chest. "Oh man that's hot!" Robbie said.
"I hope you have a clean chest."
"Now I don't!" Robbie said, a smile on his face as he showed off his pizza-sauced pecs.
"Robbie, you slob!" Enrique cussed him out. Then the force of his hand on Jason Youngblood's back, he slapped him jokingly hard, ordering, "Clean him up boy!"
It's not Robbie Jason looked to, but Barry, who immediately picked up on the symbiotic relationship between Jason and Enrique, not to mention remembering them paired off at Miguel's bdsm party. "Well boy?" Barry said, putting on his best acting skills.
"Oh hot!" Robbie said as Jason leaned over, bracing his hands on both arms of the lounge chair, mouth open, tongue readying to achieve its task as he got closer and closer.
"Oooooooooooh!" Robbie sighed, his arms dropping to the sides of the chair, offering up his chest to Jason's orifice.
"Hot, huh?" Enrique asked Barry, as he stood near Barry.
Enrique had to laugh as Barry replies in the affirmative, staring at the master's endowment.
Then Enrique rendered an enlightening piece of information, saying, "I guess I figured Robbie out all wrong at the s&m party."
Looking to Enrique for more detail, Barry's demeanor demanded explanation. Even though Robbie was enjoying Jason's talented tongue, going beyond the call of duty, making sure not only his midchest but nips were thoroughly cleansed, divided his attention between licks and Enrique.
"What do you mean?" Barry finally inquired.
Switching his gaze to Robbie, Enrique says, "Oh, I guess Robbie didn't get a chance to tell you. Never mind then."
With a snap of his finger and "Let's go," Enrique and Jason were out of there. The two looked back, said something to each other and then dove into the pool.
Sitting up, straddling his lounge chair, Barry quizzed Robbie, "Well?"
His eyes darting to Barry's stomach, he said, "You've got some pizza sauce almost in your navel, babe."
"What did Enrique mean by what he said?" Barry pressed for an answer, brushing away the little red spot.
Robbie was in a quandary. Obligated to keep his mouth shut about the erotic happenings in the cabana, he also felt beholden to his lover to spill out the facts. Then it occured to him if Enrique knew the story then most likely others did also, so what would be the harm. "Um, uh... well... I didn't know this was going to happen but Tino called me over to the cabana and the door sort of got locked..."
"By?" Barry led the interrogation onward, doing his best performance of a master without really trying.
"Tino locked the door." Robbie sat silent for a second, then continued, starting at the first theme of their incarceration, "Tino stood there with his hands behind his head, legs spread and told me to punch him in the stomach."
"Now why would Tino do something like that?"
It had been part of Robbie's thoughts when first approached by Tino's provocation. "He said... he said he sort of underestimated me at Miguel's party."
"So you punched him in the stomach."
"Um, no. I mean yes. I balled my hand up in a fist and pressed into his abs. Felt kind of cool. The man has a tough gut, but I really couldn't follow through and punch him. However he was so insistent, I had to do something to satisfy him. After all, he `is' a master."
"I know," Barry replied, much to Robbie's surprise.
"You know? But...."
"Tino told me."
"He told you? But it was supposed to be a secret!" Robbie protested.
Like dismounting from a horse Barry swung his leg over the lounge chair, sitting on the edge facing Robbie's chair. Pressing his feet on the concrete floor he hopped up, almost doing a dive into Robbie's chair, chest to chest, his lips targeted for Robbie's jaw. He pressed in, delivering a loving kiss. Then sitting back, he took the liberty of holding both of their cocks together in union. He made his own confession, by means of a riddle, "So did Tino's cum taste any better than mine?"
"Shit! He told you we did a `69' together?"
"He told me everything," Barry replied in a chipper voice.
"Wait. He told you about us sucking each other off? Told you drank from each others cocks? Swallowed each of our loads?"
"Yup."
"Then how come you're not screamin'-fuckin'-mad at me?"
With a quick shrug of his shoulders, Barry replies, "Simple. You told me."
"I told you."
"Yup and as Tino put it, he wouldn't be surprised if I wasn't mad at you for not telling me."
Having heard what was a rational-seeming explanation, Robbie had to let it mull around in his mind before saying, "If he told you and told Enrique, then all the guys must know. Doesn't do much for Tino's credibility as a master."
"Like you said, I' don't have the master image. No matter what Tino says or does, he's still going to be looked upon as a master'," Barry explained.
"I suppose."
Then, all smiles, Barry tells his lover, "I mean, think of the next time Tino has you tied up. You're still going to take his abuse, thinking of yourself as a slave to him, aren't you?"
Several thoughts flooded Robbie's mind, which Barry stroking their cocks together made the basis of his thoughts more a reality. "So, you're really going to let me roleplay with Tino again?"
"Sure. I trust him. I know he's not going to take advantage of you.. that is unless you want him to?"
Slowly, Robbie's realisation turned to fact, Barry knowing it as he cracked a smile, plus felt the bead of cum overflow his cockhead and dribble down on his hand, lubricating both cocks.
Barry acknowledged him, a feeling of knowing his lover inside out, saying, "Tino says he's going to get even for the sucker punch you threw him."
"He did, did he?" Robbie replied, now staring down at their pubes.
Smiling, Barry knew the stimulation and the churning in Robbie's balls fueled on his emotions. With his other hand he pinched Robbie's nip, which sent him over the deep end.
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2B continued...
Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection without prior written permission, by the author.