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 baby steps wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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As if an authority on the subject, though he seems to have had plenty of encounters, Anthony felt qualified, yet determined to keep his mind on the road, as Jayab popped questions left and right, regarding how a guy can tell if he's gay or not.
"So, you mind sharing the information which was stuffed into your hand?" Anthony questioned Jayab, as he turned the corner.
"Omigosh! I forgot coach. Thanks for reminding me."
Yeah right,' Anthony thought to himself, having seen Jayab study the paper in hand at least twice, once as they walked from the ambulance, back into the Applegate gymnasium and secondly, as he passed by the row of lockers where Jayab changed back into civilian' clothing.
"Well?" Anthony asked.
Reading it right off the business card, Jayab said, "Geff Egglesfield... landscaping. I thought he was an EMT?"
"Obviously his business is landscaping. For your information, EMT's in this town are on a voluntary basis," Anthony clued in the sophomore student as he made a left hand turn into the Eskridge General parking lot.
"Thanks for telling me," Jayab replied. "Um, do you think we can talk about this gay stuff later, coach?"
"Sure. Either myself or some of your fellow gay students; Robbie Sinclair or Tommy Perez, Sean Duffy, Jim Stoan or..."
"Omigosh! Jim Stoan is gay? But he acts so macho!"
Anthony smiled at Jayab's use of words, commenting, "It's a known fact, seven out of ten people are `non-heterosexual'".
"That many? I wonder where I fit in?"
"I'd like to sit here and chat, but I think we better get in there and see how Barry is doing."
"Right coach. Me too," Jayab said.
However, from the time they entered til they found the room Barry lay held up in, Jayab had eyes peeled, seemingly looking for another individual, using the excuse, "Nice place," in order to case the hospital hallways.
Before entering Barry's room, Anthony says, "Most likely you won't find him wandering the halls."
"Who?" Jayab played dumb.
"Your macho-man landscaper?"
"Me? I wasn't looking for..." In midsentence Jayab stopped and smiled at the look Anthony gave him, as if saying `come on, don't BS me', continuing, "Yeah okay. So I was looking for Geff."
With his palm on the wooden door, Anthony leaves the advice, "I think you'll have better luck dialing the number on the card."
All this time, Jayab hadn't realized he still held the card in his hand. As the two entered Barry's room, Jayab stashed it in his pocket.
"Aren't you a sorry sight!"
"Oh... hi... coach," Barry said in slow motion as if on his death bed, hid head planted in the pillow, only his eyes moving to greet the two.
"It's probably the relaxer they gave him," a voice from the corner of the room stated.
Anthony and Jayab shifting attention to their left sides, greeted a figure getting up from his chair.
"Well I'll be. Where have you been for the last six years, Rashid?"
As the two hugged, Rashid replied, "Here and there, coach. I decided to become a doctor, then changed my mind. I'm doing some part time work in vetenary science at Applegate this spring."
Bringing their friendly hug to an end, Anthony immediately asks, "Maybe we can get you back into the sports program?"
"I thought," Rashid glances to the other person standing there in silence, "atheletes have to be full time students?"
"Where's there's a will there's a way," Anthony quoted something he's heard over and over. At the same time, he caught on to Rashid looking beyond himself, his head bobbing up and down. "Oh, this is Jayab Yousef."
"Another trophy added to Applegate's swim team?" Rashid passed by Anthony to `confront' the tall mideastern student.
"Actually, track'n'field," Anthony replied, turning to view Rashid taking the offered hand from Jayab, Rashid using it to reel the twenty-one year old in for a hug.
Peering over Rashid's shoulder, Jayab mouthed the words to Anthony, `How did he know?'. Anthony just smiled, shrugging his shoulders, same time a flashback reminding him Rashid was always 99% right when his gaydar picked up on certain vibes.
It confirmed Jayab's assumptions, Rashid knowing he was gay, when the twenty-seven year old asked, "How about grabbing a beer sometime?"
"Um," Jayab stuttered, "I dunno. Um, sure. When?"
Taking a piece of paper from his pocket, Rashid clicked the top of a pen, wrote the `R' word, then seven digits. "Give me a call..." then after the last digit, "tonight."
He twisted his bod around, as Rashid made for the door. "See you later maybe."
"Who me?" Anthony joked.
"Oh no," Rashid followed up with, "I don't fool around with married men!"
"Have a seat," Anthony told Jayab, a nod to Barry saying he was in dreamland.
"Omigosh!"
"What?"
"I've got two guys to call. What do I do?"
Giggling, Anthony replies, "Take up juggling?"
"No fooling around coach. What do I do? Should I call Rashid or Geff?"
Anthony gave up his soap box for Jayab, who monopolized the conversation, saying, "I felt something.. I don't know what, when Rashid gave me a hug. But then again, even though Geff didn't even touch me, I felt.... something. They both are incredibly handsome.. I mean," then realizing what he's just said, rationalizes, "I guess that makes me gay. Omigosh! I'm gay!"
"I could have told you that yesterday," Anthony summed up.
"How come you didn't coach?"
"Because you probably wouldn't have believed me. Besides, a man has to find out by himself. Nobody can or has the right to dictate to someone else what he can or cannot be."
"Does this mean I'm out?"
"Being `out' to yourself is a start Jayab. From here on it's up to you. You don't have to go broadcasting it. Let people find out naturally."
"I guess," Jayab replied, not sure he fully understood.
Tapping his palm on Jayab's thigh, removing it, Anthony states, "Hey! There's your source."
"Source?"
"Rashid. From what I recall he is a very nice young man, kind, an ear always willing to listen. He might prove to be an asset for your questions."
"Good. I will give Rashid a call tonight."
"Then again," Anthony posed, "you can't leave Geff hanging either."
"What do I do about Geff?"
"It's not like you're in a committed relationship with Rashid. Give Geff a call today or tomorrow or whenever you feel like."
Snapping his fingers, Jayab says, "You know, I bet Geff has the gift?"
"Gift?" Anthony questioned.
"Like Rashid. He knew I was gay without saying it."
"Gaydar," Anthony defined it.
"Oh I get it. Like radar."
Not realizing the time flying by, they both got on their feet when Rashid walked in.
"Any idea when Barry will be waking up?" Anthony quizzed him.
"Try back tomorrow. By the time he snaps out of it, visiting hours will be over," Rashid replied, not being able to hold full concentration on Anthony. Even though he was chatting with Anthony, Rashid made like talking with both. "Except family that is. We make exception. They can visit most anytime." Then, with a smile on his face, Rashid says, "Than again, from prior experience, if you have treated Barry like you did me, off the record I'd call you `family'."
"Thanks for saying so," Anthony said, patting Rashid on the shoulder.
As the two made their way out the door, Anthony had to physically manhandle Jayab's arm, tearing him away from idle conversation with Rashid.
"Nice guy," Jayab told Anthony, elated, as they strolled the hallway.
"Yes, but I think telling him five times you were going to call him tonight is enough?"
"Five times? Omigosh! Did I really? He must think I'm some kind of... of ninkompoop!"
Rolling his eyes, Anthony replies, "Something like that," not exactly knowing the definition of the word, if there was one! "Let me leave you with a word of advice, Jayab. Slow down. In the beginning almost everybody has the inclination to want to jump into bed. If you're serious about starting a relationship you have to take it easy. Start out slow.. take baby steps and then...."
Before Anthony could elaborate, a hunky voice asks, "Did you get a chance to look at the card?"
It was Geff's way of making contact with Jayab, as he stood there leaning against a gurney in the hallway.
"I'll meet you at the car," Anthony said, parting ways.
Omigosh!' Jayab thought. He's leaving me alone!' Returning his attention to Geff, he said, "You're a landscaper and EMT?"
"Have my own business," Geff said, arms folded across his middle, hands tucked into his pits, as he addressed the track jock. "I could use a college guy, out to make a few bucks during spring break, if you're interested."
"Oh," Jayab answered, as if a let down. "I thought...."
His eyes shifting from left to right, an empty hallway leaving them to their privacy, Geff let his arms fall to his side, straighten his bod up, stand on his two feet as he walked the distance of a foot up to Jayab's personage. He quickly stole a glance down, a hand taking the belt buckle of Jayab's pants in one hand, the other sneaking up Jayab's back. A hand cupped the jock's head, the other pulling Jayab closer. Their bods meet as Geff's lips invaded Jayab's mouth. Surprised, silently quoting his favorite expression, `omigosh!', Jayab stood there, hands at his sides, eyes wide open, watching Geff at work on his face, peering into closed eyes. New to the scene, he duplicated Geff's moves, a hand to the back of the head, the other at Geff's belt, his eyes closing, which brought a whole new meaning to the action. Just as he felt comfortable, Geff backed off.
A smile, accompanied by a giggle, Geff asks, "New to this, huh?"
"Maybe a little," Jayab said, not wanting to admit total ignorance.
"I get off duty at six. Give me a call. Maybe I can help you get educated!"
"Omigosh!" Jayab said out loud, watching Geff wheel the gurney towards the emergency room, when he discovered his jeans in a forced tenting position.
Figuring he had only forty-five minutes left on the clock, Anthony decided to pay a visit to the Billington household. Searching his little red book of student addresses, he left it open on the passenger seat, a little piece of paper falling out. Vaguely knowing the area, he curved to the left and right, finding himself coasting down the hill right before the turnoff onto Drexel Court. A newer area of Eskridge, where homes lay sprawled out, sliced up by the bare trees, he searched mailbox posts for number 4. He smiled, remembering meeting Barry and Larry for the first time, two years ago, among Barry's credentials a crude map showing directions to their house. At the time, Anthony thought it cute', but now he had already the idea set in his head for local students to include it in their file. Old parts of Eskridge he could find his way almost blindfolded, but the newer growth', he welcomed the help. `Oh my!' he exclaimed to himself, pulling in the long driveway, happening upon a blond cutie, tossing a basketball through a hoop, accompanied by a dark hair youth, around the same age. Knowing Barry and Larry were blondies, he could guess which kid was Gary. "Your parents in?" Anthony questioned the tall blond, different than the twins, having some meat on his bones.
Holding the basketball under his arm, the blond said, "Not yet."
The dark-haired kid came to rest next to him, placing his elbow to rest, on his shoulder, the dark-haired kid says, "You're the coach over at Applegate, aren't you?"
"Coach Torricelli," he answered.
Right into his hands the two prospectus entered, the dark-haired guy asking, "You have any spots open on your swim team for next year?"
"There's always room for new athletes, but it's not all that simple."
Up until now things seemed too serious, until the dark-haired kid opened up, smiled and said, "I'm pretty good at swimming. Over at my place," he nodded in the direction of across the street, "we've got an almost-olympic size swimming pool. Anytime you want to watch me, let me know."
"Me too," his basketball teammate replied.
"And you would be?"
Very politely, the dark-haired kid surrendered his stance of leaning, straightened up and offered a hand, saying, "Kevin Windsor. My bro's on your track team."
"Oh right. Kelan," Anthony instantly recognised the name, but unfortunately the last man running this afternoon on the track.
"This here is Gary," Kevin introduced his bud.
Anthony smiled, when Gary offered a smile in place of his hand for saying `hi'.
"I got an idea. How about a little one-on-one?" Kevin asks, pulling the left arm of his shirt with his right hand. "Us skins," he says, ripping his shirt off over his head.
"You mean two-on-one?" Anthony questions the two, Kevin stripped to the waist, Gary still contemplating.
"Sure or you and I could have a go at it?"
It didn't entirely go over Anthony's head, the teen's bod, two teen nips adorning his pecs, a slight patch of midchest hair, the faint trail running down between his abs, small swatch under his navel. "Would be nice, but I'm really here for a different purpose."
"Oh, okay," Kevin replied, allowing his shirt to ride on one bicep.
"So, your parents? You were saying?" Anthony directed to Gary, even though he hadn't said much about them.
"Dad won't be home until around seven. Mom should be home from school soon, only not tonight."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. Y'see Barry had this little accident and she's at the hospital with him."
`Dah!' Anthony thought. Of course. He had remembered Edwin contacting Larry soon after the incident. She must've shown right after he and Jayab left. "Right... right," Anthony replied. "I just wanted to make sure they got the message."
"So maybe we can hike over to Applegate some afternoon after school and show you some stuff?" Kevin referred to the swimming.
"Sure. But call before you come. As you probably know I juggle two teams at once now."
"No problem," Kevin said.
As Anthony departed, backing out of the drive, he saw Kevin toss the shirt on a bush, then pound the basketball out of Gary's hand. Unlike his shy character, he braked a minute, watching Gary go after Kevin with a vengeance!
Returning home at five, Anthony dropped his bod into one of the older, soft livingroom chairs.
Passing through, on the way to the pool, only a towel draped over one shoulder, Nicholas groped himself, saying to Anthony, "Need something to get you moving?"
Digging up old memories, Anthony replies, "Sure. Why don't you just throw a hood over my head and force your way right in?"
Taking the liberty, Nicholas parks his ass on the arm of the very chair Anthony lounges in. "Now you know that wasn't my fault. Like I had no intentions of porking you at Miguel's place and you know it."
"Yeah, but once you got inside you didn't hold back, Nicholas!"
"Like you minded?"
A devilous mood suddenly came over Anthony. He decided to `torture' Nicholas. Leaning forwards, he grabbed at Nicholas' cock, nestled in the dark weedy pubes, his mouth opening wide, taking his fuck tool all the way in.
"Oh shit Anthony!"
In less than a minute Anthony backed off, thus the torturous part.
"Now look what you've gone and done!"
Anthony howled as Nicholas held his own ten inch jabber in hand, somewhat in the hardening stage. In retribution, Nicholas announces, "I have a good mind to pull down your pants and fuck the living daylights out of you!"
Still with a smile in place, the two froze, Nicholas' hand doing the natural thing, keeping his tool aroused, Anthony staring into his dear friend's eyes, with the prospect of a `maybe' on his mind. Dropping his hard tool, Nicholas stands up, informs Anthony, "As much as like to... I mean....."
Silence permeated the room until Nicholas spoke his mind, confessing, "I know you had asked me and I... I didn't want to admit it, but.... well the truth is...."
"Let me save you some spit," Anthony said, pushing up on the arms of the chair, Nicholas' eyes following him from a sitdown position to right in front of his face. "I had `some words' with Roberto after we came back from Miguel's. He understands."
"Understands what?" Nicholas questions, wondering if this was headed in the same direction as his talk with Randy.
"I know we never said it to each other, but let's face the music. We were more than friends before we met our guys."
Letting his cock drop, a few light bounces off it's cushioned bed, Nicholas stood there, hands on hips, head down as if surveying his thighs.
"Well?" Anthony asks, a hand uprighting Nicholas' chin, so their eyes meet. "I'll be the first to admit it Nicholas, so..."
From his torso to Anthony's shoulder blades, he was quicker than a flash of lightning, his mouth doing the same, cuddling Anthony in his arms, his lips showing his affection stronger than words. Both participated in the loving reciprocation. After a moment, Anthony felt up what he sensed, Nicholas' hardness rubbing up against the zipper of his khakis. "C'mon," he made the first word of encouragement, "we have time before they get home."
Nicholas stood there, not entirely sure this was the right call, but didn't fight the feeling nor Anthony's hand on his, beckoning him to the stairway. After hitting one of the spare rooms, first one at the top of the stairway, Anthony began pulling the Applegate polo shirt from his belted pants. Whipping the towel from his shoulder, tossing it on an armchair, Nicholas says, "No. Allow me, Anthony."
As if Nicholas had a shirt on, Anthony moved both hands up the sides of his bod, as Nicholas did the real thing, worked his hands under Anthony's shirt. While Nicholas peeled his shirt, Anthony held on to sturdy biceps.
"I almost forgot what it was like holding a muscular man."
Nicholas smiled back, thinking of himself and Anthony, not putting two and two together, regarding Roberto's stringbean bod. As soon as Anthony's shirt came off over his head, he cocked his neck towards Nicholas' chest, cupping his lips over his hairy left nip.
Holding on to Anthony, as if for dear life, Nicholas squeezed his eyes shut, his head dropping back, his moaning showing how much he liked what was happening.
Leaving his left nip, Anthony massaged his spit into it, taking on the right nip. His other hand dropped down between Nicholas' thighs. Now, toying with the nip, Anthony grasped it in his teeth and pulled away from the dark, hairy pec. He smiled to himself when he felt the palpitations he was giving Nicholas.
As soon as Anthony let up on the nip, disconnected, he felt Nicholas' hand guide him down to his knees. With his tongue extended, he painted a line of saliva down Nicholas' abs, wetting down the straight trail, a dart in and out of his deep bellyhole. Before going to work on Nicholas' hard shaft, Anthony grabbed the sides of Nicholas torso, turning him, facing his ass towards the bed. Taking the hint, Nicholas sat then used his hands to elevate his bod as he backed up to the headboard, dropping his head into the pillow. With his belt already undone, Anthony unsnapped and unzippered, kicking his sneakers off at the same time loosing his pants, stripping them off almost completely inside out.
"Ready for the best blowjob a man can get?" Anthony teased him, as his hands guided him up the bed, hands walking up the hairy shins, parking on his thighs.
"Second best," Nicholas replied, defending Randy.
In retribution, Anthony said, "Second best blowjob!"
Playing his game of `hard to get', Anthony took Nicholas' stretched out, hard ten inch tool in his hand. Still with his eyes on Nicholas, he let a wad of spit drip out from his mouth. Not as hot as lips caressing it, still it put Nicholas into a fit of ecstasy when the wet liquid slowly dropped onto the head of his cock, Anthony rubbing it in and all about. He expected some type of reprimand from Nicholas but when it didn't come, he leaned down, taking the thick shaft directly inside. After a few minutes of licking, sucking, again his lips licking the outside shaft, Nicholas' hands pressed hard on the back of Anthony's head.
Coming up for air, he coughed, cursing Nicholas out, "Whatd'ya trying to do? Impale my throat?"
"Just fuckin' quit the complainin' and get back down on it?"
"Looks like Miguel has rubbed off on you, bud!"
His senses returning, Nicholas smiled at Anthony. Placing his hands under Anthony's pits, he gave a hefty pull, saying, "Com'ere."
Totally with surprise, Anthony found himself lying on his back, Nicholas assuming the bottom position, his mouth going to work on wetting down his hairy chest.
"But?" Anthony tried the one word protest.
A hand to Anthony's shoulder, Nicholas steadied him back into the mattress from the half-crunch position, calmingly saying, "Just sit back and enjoy."
Most of the time, as Nicholas wetter down his pecs with his tongue, his hand busied at stroking both of them. "Oooooh, I'm coming sooooo close, Nicholas."
"Yeah, me too," the twenty-six year old replied.
"What the fuck do you think your doing Nicholas?"
A grin on his face, Nicholas straddled Anthony's hips, his ten inch pipe laying in the bed of Anthony's stomach hair, his ass high in the air.
"Nicholas?" Anthony protested.
As Nicholas held Anthony's cock, pointing it towards his own ass he replied, "Since we're both close and only one of us is lubed up..."
"Nicholas.... are you sure?"
His answer came as he lowered his ass, the opening to his fuck hole becoming closer and closer to the tip of Anthony's cock. "There's only one man I'd allow invade my ass."
It was the last thing said, other than moans and groans of ecstasy. They worked in unison, Anthony having to do a little hip grinding, Nicholas doing most of the work of lifting his bod up, then letting gravity do the rest, having Anthony's tool sink into his ass canal. It wasn't like he wasn't getting any pleasure out of it, his cock rubbing back and forth over Anthony's padded chest and stomach, Anthony's chest and stomach slimed with Nicholas' precum.
Randy caught a ride home with Adam, the hour he had between shifts before reporting back to Applegate for the night. As they walked in the front door, Roberto was right on their tails, entering. Right away, Adam excused himself, walking off towards the pool, enroute to the back door.
"Awfully quiet in here," Randy said.
Roberto replied, "Almost too quiet!"
With eye contact, each wondered. As if by mental telepathy they mutually agreed on walking towards the stairway.
"This place reeks," Randy said, as Roberto pushed the door open at the top of the stairs.
"Nicholas is lying on top of Anthony."
"Not what I expected, but close," Randy said of Roberto's description.
Standing there, as if a stare-down contest, Roberto finally says, "We talked it over and now look! It's finally happened."
"Yup," Randy replies, adding with a smile, "so you up for it?"
Joking, Roberto looks down at his crotch, saying, "Not up yet, but I guess `you' can take care of that!"
Laughing it off, Randy asks, "Your place or mine?"
Instead they chose the room vacated by Jorge Mello, to join his new mate, Tino.
"So," Roberto says, rubbing his palms, "our first time together."
"Yup. Meaning our first time together `not in the woods'!" Randy replies, standing there, as neither make any effort to strip down. "Nervous?"
"Um no," Roberto casually replies, then, "Yes!"
"You ain't the only one!"
After their joviality subsided, the two moved in closer to each other.
"How about we pretend we're in the woods?"
Randy sort of thought it a good idea, only after bods barely touching, he said of it, "It's not working."
"Looks like they had no problem doing it," Roberto talks of Nicholas and Anthony.
"Maybe if we get into bed first?"
Liking the idea, Roberto helps peel down the comforter and top sheet of the bed. They lay down on their backs, eyes faced towards `up', arms folded across stomachs. After an interval of time they turned their heads towards each other.
"Not working, is it?"
"Right and I think I know why," Roberto answers.
"Why?"
"We're not in the mood."
Roberto's theory interested Randy, so he turned on his side, parking his elbow in the pillow, propping his head up on his palm. "You're right. I think we were set on doing it only because they did it."
"How about a swim?"
Now in total agreement, the two jumped out of bed, redressed it and headed out into the hallway. Halfway down the hallway, Randy says, "I think I feel like doing it."
"You sure do!" Roberto replied, staring between Randy's legs.
With an about face they sought the direction from which they came.
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Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection without prior written permission, by the author.