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 revealing matters wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Running to the kitchen with empty pizza boxes in hand, Roberto and Randy made small talk on how fast it went, along with the evening, timewise. With the phone ringing, Roberto picked up. Randy, nearest the door to pool followed through on Roberto's cue to give Anthony a yell.
"What's up?" Anthony said, standing there sopping wet.
"Phone. It's Dean Harriot... from Applegate?" Roberto made known.
"Dean Harriot? I wonder what he wants," Anthony asks, knowing it's official business if it means bothering him on a holiday weekend. Hangin out, Roberto and Randy eavesdrop in, hearing Anthony respond, "What's up Alton? Doug Irvine? No shit! Really? Well that's terrible. I know." Cupping the receiver, Anthony says to Roberto and Randy, "Track'n'Field coach... dropped dead of a heart attack!"
Going back to the conversation, the two waited it out til they heard Anthony conclude, "I be there. Monday morning in your office. Again, give my condolences to the family."
"You okay?" Roberto questioned Anthony, an arm around his shoulder for comfort.
"I'm fine. I mean I feel for the family, but I didn't really know Doug Irvine that well and all," Anthony revealed.
Cutting to the chase, Roberto asks, "So, what's up for Monday morning?"
Thinking about Dean Harriot's conversation, Anthony thought a minute before spewing forth, "Alton's asked me to fill in for the interim period, until they can find another coach. Of course he said I would be compensated, but that's not what's bothering me."
Right away, Roberto says, "It's going to take up more of your time."
"True, but that's not what's really bugging me."
"Then?"
"You don't know Doug Irvine. I didn't know too much about him personally. He was getting up there, nearing retirement age. I never said anything... felt it wasn't my place, but he really let the Applegate Track'n'Field team go. I mean I think it's down to three members, almost nonexistent. Tough to even call it a team." Then on the other side of the coin, Anthony states, "Then there's to think about, if the team ever gets motivated, there will be competitions. I'll be on the road more with both the track'n'field and swim teams." Sadly put, Anthony says, "And you know what that means, sweetheart?"
Looking to the bright side, Roberto hugs one of Anthony's arms, sweetly saying, "I know, but with my new job managing the Eskridge Cafe, I know I can work around your schedule." On a more positive note, "I know if you can get a `broken down' swim team motivated, you'll be able to handle a track team."
Gazing into Roberto's face, he could see an ambiance of joy, enough motivation to make him say `yes' on Monday morning, without a care or worry to his responsibilities in regards to Applegate's Track'n'Field Team.
Barreling in through the back door, Nicholas, dripping as wet as coming in from a monsoon, replaces Roberto for a hardy hug, saying, "So I hear you're going to be subjected to more hot jocks stripping in the lockerroom?"
Anthony did a quick room search for Randy. No Randy. It took Anthony's mind away from anything plaguing his thoughts about the track'n'field team. He also gloated when Nicholas made comment, "By the way, did you hear Robbie Sinclair forced his cock down Tino's throat? I was thinking maybe I could get a hot blowjob from him myself. How about it? Game?"
Over Nicholas' shoulder, Anthony smiled, watching how much of a tongue-lashing he was going to receive, with Randy, standing there, arms folded across his tank top, tapping a foot on the floor of the kitchen had a sad smirk on his face.
No sooner thought about, Randy gives Nicholas the evil-eye as Anthony releases him from the grips of his bod, pointing him towards his lover. "What's the matter? My throat isn't tight enough for your ten inches?"
Roberto and Anthony got a kick out of watching Randy storm out, Nicholas hot on his trail, screaming, "Honey, wait!"
"And you?" Roberto questioned Anthony about the same.
Feeling up his cock and balls, Anthony replies, "I think I'm due for some servicing, but for me I've never envisioned or plan to service him with my cock down his throat!"
"Anthony, you say the sweetest things!"
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Friday ran into Saturday, swim jocks falling half asleep on lounge chairs, some finding their own space in the unused guest rooms. Early Saturday morning, in the wee hours after midnight, Jorge and Tino headed up the stairs to their assigned rooms. With Tino's room before Jorge's, he stood on the inside of the room while Jorge lingered outside.
"Well, I guess this is goodnight," Tino said, his hand on the doorknob ready to click it shut when closed.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?"
"At two o'clock in the morning?" Tino replied, even though he thought otherwise.
"I guess you had too much beer not to notice."
A hand to the doorframe, Tino stood there, a look of wonderment on his face.
"Or maybe you're all out of... you know?"
"I suppose," Tino replied, looking tired. "I wasn't really counting."
Quick to respond, Jorge replies, "I don't doubt it. I mean right after one guy sucked you off, another took his place. I'm surprised at all that you have any cum left in your body."
Dropping his hand from the door frame, Tino fondled his balls, his limp cock, saying, "I dunno. Probably as soon as they are drained they start making more. Who knows?"
Very suggestively, Jorge says, "I'm the only one who didn't make a play for your cock."
"Oh?"
"Right. Earlier, Friday afternoon when I sucked you off in the jon, I thought of how good it felt taking my time working your cock, licking it all over, not just doing what the guys tonight did, pumping your cock between their lips and taking your load in a couple of minutes. I.. I didn't want to be rushed. I like it slower... take my time in stimulating a man... make him feel more than having his cock stroked and then shooting his load down a throat. Know what I mean?"
Tino wasn't sure he was getting all of what Jorge was saying, but from lightly fondling his balls, he felt a surge which was making up his mind, if Jorge pressed him into letting him into his room.
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"Good party, huh?" Anthony yelled from the jon as he took a leak.
"Yup," Roberto replied. "A lot of surprises," he said, leaving the topic wide open.
Reporting back to the bedroom, Anthony first caught a glimpse of Roberto, almost eagle-spread on the bed, then replied, "Yeah, I can't believe Tino and Robbie, doing it in the cabana."
"Why not?"
"Um, I don't know. He seemed like a bullwark, a top who never would bow down to what a bottom would do."
"Really?" Roberto replies, something up his sleeve. "How much different is he than you!"
"Me?" Anthony questions, falling on his side, facing Roberto. "Well first of all, he's damn hotter looking than me. Hell he looks good in leather!"
"I bet you would too."
"Nah. I might dabble in it, but I'm not into it enough to invest in it. That leather stuff is very pricey," Anthony says, rubbing his palm of Roberto's stomach, feeling up his boney abs.
"I think you're downplaying yourself," Roberto sums up.
"Really now?"
"Right and I think if you want to continue to play with Tino you should think about getting some of the `wardrobe'."
"Wait! You mean you're going to let me keep up my `hobby' after you went berserk over what Miguel told you?"
Smiling, Roberto got up on an elbow, facing Anthony, smiling as he said, "Miguel can't lie to me, not that he tried to."
"Oh. So you know about Alfredo?" Anthony brought up the subject he meant to do when things quieted down.
"I also know Tino wasn't invited to the party until Miguel begged him to come take a look at you," Roberto reported.
"He did that for me?"
"Sure. Tino was `real busy' and dropped what he was doing... cancelling his 'appointment' with two college boys, cheating them out of some wild action, just so he could come check to make sure you escaped any real harm."
"Hmm... then he didn't mind staying and taking some pleasure in working me over!" Anthony replied sarcastically.
"Like you minded?" Skipping over the next detail, Roberto reverted back to the leather subject, telling Anthony, "Nicholas kind of got a kick out of everything, not that he would want to ever experience it again as a slave, but he very much so said he liked the look of leather."
"And what did Randy have to say about all this?"
"Nicholas confided in me. He didn't say anything to Randy on account of their `ordeal'. He felt Randy wasn't ready to talk about it," Roberto explained.
"I see," Anthony replied, waiting because he had a gut feeling more was to follow.
He smiled when Roberto said, "However he really has a yearning to do something."
"Something, huh?" Anthony questions, sure there's more coming, more or less gathering his own thoughts of the outcome.
Reading Anthony's mind, Roberto tells him, "You could keep his leather stuff for him until you two get together to play and..."
"Nicholas as the master' and me as the slave' I presume?"
"Well sure. It's not like you haven't sucked him off and.... well at the time you didn't know it was him fucking you, but he said he wouldn't mind doing it again."
"He said that, did he? Nice of him to offer to invade my ass!"
"Don't give me that malarkey, Anthony. It's not like Nicholas had a choice."
A strange look came over Anthony's face as he asks, "Um, I think I'm missing something here. What do you mean by that?"
"You mean nobody told you?"
"Told me what?"
"I figured at least Nicholas would have filled you in," Roberto replied.
"Filled me in on what?" Even though the thought was in his head, Anthony reflected on the moment when Nicholas literally `filled him in'.
"Nicholas. Tino and Miguel had his wrists cuffed and hooked together. After making sure Nicholas was good and hard, they picked him up by the thighs and back, forcing his cock into your ass."
Jaw dropping open, eyes wide as saucers, Anthony stuttered over his words, saying, "Why I... I had no idea. I.... I just assumed..." Then thinking more about it, he said, "Wait til I get my hands on that Nicholas. At least he could have done is told me!"
"Don't worry about it. He told me," Roberto says nonchalantly.
Second revelation.
"Told you? When?" Anthony asks, trying to put the chain of events into chronological perspective.
"While you guys were out setting the table up for dinner. He went to great lengths to avoid Randy, working in the kitchen with me, by sticking a little paper on a note in my apron pocket. After reading it I met him out in the shop. He was waiting for me. Of course I wondered what was so important that he had to be so secretive get my attention. At first he felt guilty for fucking you in the first place, apologizing like crazy."
"Really?"
"Yup. After explaining the rest he confessed to me even though his cock was forced into you he was... enjoying it!"
Lightening up a bit, Anthony turned his frown into a little smile.
Seeing the connection, Roberto says, "Nicholas told me you were pushing your ass back, wanting more of him inside you!"
"Well sure it felt good," Anthony confided.
"While you boys were having your fun, Randy and I had some nice long chats. I didn't let on to him about the `fun' you two were having. We got to talking about you and Nicholas, the good times you've had together. At the time we didn't know how far you too had gone, sexually. We also figured it was none of our business."
"Nice of you two to think so."
"We also discussed the idea of you two maybe wanting to be together."
"Be together? Nicholas and me? But Nicholas has Randy and I have you," Anthony questioned Roberto's motives.
Roberto turning a bright red, left Anthony in the position to force something from Roberto's past. "What?"
"Randy and I didn't only spend long hours talking."
"Oh? So this is where the shit hits the fan!" Anthony replied, sternly but not without a smile.
"Well what can I say? We were at Javier's place. He was called into work. We had nothing to do but wander the woods. It gets lonely out there and...."
"You and Randy made a connection?" Anthony guessed, his hand sliding to the other side of Roberto's bod, the other hand moving under his neck.
"I suppose that's what you could call it," Roberto replied, feeling Anthony's bod move closer, his arms cuddling him.
Theoretically, Anthony puts it, "Well if you two are going to be able to trust Nicholas and I together, than why shouldn't we be able to do the same?"
"Anthony, I have another confession."
"What sweetheart?"
"I let Randy fuck me."
With his face in Roberto's face, lips inches from each other, Anthony replies, "I hope you two had as good a time as Nicholas and me!"
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Saturday morning came and gone, as did the Applegate swim team and friends, except Mario who surrendered Flip to the Applegate dorm where he held residency. Saturday, Tino and Jorge spent a lot of time walking the grounds of the Torricelli habitat. A few minutes were spent on Sunday, transferring Jorge's few belongings to Tino's room. Zach, who had shown up after his shift just after midnight didn't have a chance to get into the full swing of things, so Barry took it upon himself to invite the eighteen year old high school senior over in the afternoon. Who would've thought Barry, Robbie and Zach would wind up between the sheets, helping educate Zach and bring out his gay male sexuality.
When four o'clock rolled around nobody felt like cooking, so they piled into Anthony's van, Tino allowing Jorge to chaffeur him in his Astra, as the gang headed over to Linguini's. Robbie, Barry and Zach piled into the brown Chevy Uplander, a gift from Robbie's parents for graduating with honors from high school.
"Have fun?" Robbie asked the understatement.
Leaning back, as if reclining in the most comfortable of chairs, Zach replies, "I didn't know gay sex could be so good."
"I know `Barry' had a good time," Robbie joked, glancing from the dash to his lover.
As Anthony led the gang into Linguini's he was greeted by a famliar face.
"Long time - no see Anthony!"
"Yes and there's something decidedly different about you, Mario," Anthony hinted.
"Oh, you mean the *goatee? Yeah, I looked in the mirror one day and pictured myself as a bearded Novak Djokovic!"
"Novak who?" circled from the front to the back of the crowd.
Anthony filled them in quickly, mentioning the hot tennis star, adding the delightful fact Novak rarely appears in public with a shirt on!
Whistling, Robbie snapped his fingers in front of Zach's eyes, repeating twice, "Earth to Zach... earth to Zach!"
"What?" Zach asked.
"You weren't paying attention," Barry said, in response to the Novak question.
"Oh he was paying attention alright," Robbie said, a toothy grin adorning his face.
Before Barry could question further, the focus of Zach's attention was leading the gang to their table.
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*ALL ABOUT BEARDS http://www.beards.org/styles.php Mario is styled in the `balbo', minus the stache, though not thick in appearance.
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.
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