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 dusk and dawn wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Pulling off of Anthony's cock, Roberto says, "I just thought of something."
"What?"
"Did you shower off after Robbie, or am I licking where his tongue licked?"
"I showered off."
"Oh. Okay. Just checking," Roberto replied, his mouth going back over the hard shaft, gulping it down.
As Anthony lay on the bed, hands behind his head, enjoying the second blowjob of the day, legs splayed wide apart, he comments, "You're taking what I did awfully well."
Roberto breaks off, with a slurp, "So who do you think gives the best blowjob?"
After smiling, an answer rendered of not giving two hoots, he states "I guess you're better!" After he said it, Anthony realized it wasn't a good choice of words.
On the other hand, flooding into Roberto's mind thoughts of competition, he figured he better pull all the stops out. Thinking of the time he accidentally walked in on one of his brother's one-night-stands, hearing Miguel say no teeth', his trick replying, I'll be gentle... believe me, you'll really get a kick out of this.' From what he viewed next, Miguel going absolutely berserk with erotic delight, Roberto's tongue detected the outter rim of Anthony's 9.5c and ran his tongue along the underside.
"Ooooooooh that feels so, so nice," Anthony replied.
It was about to get nicer, as Roberto traded off tongue for teeth, about to see if Anthony would get as big a kick out of it as Miguel.
"Oooooooooh now.... that's...ooooh... something new!" Taking notice, Anthony withdrew his hands from behind his head, sitting up on his elbows and watching as well as feeling the sensitive action. It didn't take long for his head to sink back into the pillow.
As Roberto chewed the thin rim around his hard shaft, his eyes rolled into the top of his head, looking to Anthony, seeing him press his head into the pillow as he arched his back, knowing he was enjoying this new technique of cock pleasuring.
Taking a breather, Roberto asks, "Like it?"
"Dumb question. Keep going!"
"I don't believe it Anthony!"
"What?"
"You came and didn't tell me."
"Oh. Yeah. Well I was feeling so good, I didn't even thing about it."
"Here I work all day, come home to relax and I can't even get dicked!"
As they lay next to each other, Anthony well enough knew his stringbean lover said it half-joking. Using his finger, he wiped a smudge of creamy goo from Roberto's lip. "I don't know what you're complaining about. You got your protein fix. Does it matter from which end you are getting it?"
With a knock at their door, Anthony threw the sheet over their private areas, saying, "Come in."
"Hi there," Nicholas said. "I just wanted to see how you two were making out. Um, you said.... something?" He asked Anthony, wondering because they lay `together' like two peas in a pod.
Coming right out with it, Roberto snidely remarks, "Did you get hard when Anthony told you about it?"
"Of course," Anthony tells all.
"Then I guess things went over okay, which is good news. Um, about the getting hard' part..." Before saying so, Nicholas clenches the sheet in his fist and rips it off their bods. "Now that's' something to get hard over!"
"Rude!" Anthony busts his friend's chops, leaning forwards, stealing the sheet back, a quaint smile on his lips.
As Nicholas began laughing, Anthony jumped out of bed. His shoulder hit Nicholas right in the gut. From there, the two began rolling around on the floor. Sitting on his belly, looking over the edge of the bed, Roberto propped his chin up on his hands.
"Oh shit!" Anthony called out.
Nicholas, his chest leaning on Anthony's stomach, his hand literally grabbed him by the balls.
"Oooooooohhhhh!" Anthony reacted with pain as Nicholas' hand separated balls from bod, stretching them til it looked like they would burst from their sacs.
"Nice of Miguel to give me a little tip!" He giggled, giving the sacs a little twist.
Anthony howled in pain, but Nicholas refused to give up, feeling Anthony's main artery hardening up.
"Oops! Forgot about this!" No mercy, as Nicholas' other hand found a little nub beneath a mass of pec fur. He couldn't resist being evil! "He's really loving it, huh Roberto?"
Even though wrapped up in the pleasures of torture, Anthony stopped his erotic moaning, giving time out to respond, both looking to the bed, to the empty spot where they last left Roberto. Wanting to be the cause of some mischief too, while there was a distraction, he reached under Nicholas ass, finding his balls, his cock in an aroused state.
"Somebody's having fun at my expense!"
It's then Nicholas calmed a little, letting up on the ball and nip torture. "What are you going to do about it, `boy'?"
"What did you have in mind, `sir'?"
As Nicholas got up and headed for the door, to close it, Anthony scrambled for the bed. When Nicholas faced him, he already had his legs up, in position. "So, when did you take up reading minds?"
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"We've got to stop meeting like this!"
"Don't talk... just do it Rand!"
Knowing their rumble could go on forever, same time feeling more than a bit horny, Roberto strayed from one room to another. If Nicholas was in their room then Randy had to be by his poor lonesome self, hibernating in an empty bed.
"How could I stop after the hot lube job I got!"
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At poolside, Tino and Jorge didn't want to pick up and leave Sep by himself, but it was getting kind of late, way past their bedtime.
"So, how many nights will Adam be on the night shift?" Jorge asks.
"He's not sure. It could be a week or more before they find a replacement. I tell you, it really sucks." A bit perturbed, the pair let Sep talk it out, complaining, "What good is it having a boyfriend when he's not here when he's needed?" Silence perpetuated long enough for Sep to figure out if they were getting it. "You know what I mean?"
"Oh yeah. We get it alright," Jorge replied, a little hasty himself to have some private time with his mate.
Holding Jorge's hand, Tino gives it a little squeeze. With his knowledge of bondage and discipline, sadism and masochism, plus Jorge's stories of how he broke out his bondage to a real life master-slave situation, it didn't take him much effort to imagination Jorge's plight in his past life, much of the time spent in isolation, strung up eagle-spread or bunched up in a cage. All it took was Tino's smile to assure Jorge he wasn't going back to those days.
Even though Sep had three beers he was coherent. In touch enough to realize how late it was getting and how much he was monopolizing their time. "Well I've got a busy day tomorrow. Soon fall will be turning to winter and there's a lot to be done outdoors."
"Are you sure you're going to be okay?" Jorge asks, feeling for the nineteen year old.
As Tino and Jorge drop their towels in a bin, heading towards the door into the house, Jorge comments, "One of the few things I liked while being a slave."
"Oh? And that would be?"
"Like I said, I didn't care much for my master."
"Yup," Tino can relate, having read up on it, heard the stories, with knowledge of some real life master-slave relationships, "in the beginning they make like they are in love with you, con you into signing a contract and then you realize the only purpose in the relationship is to be used and abused."
It kind of threw Jorge into a down-spire. By habit his arms fell to his sides, then behind his back. His head bowed to his chest.
Placing the top on the wicker hamper, Tino turned to his twenty-three year old friend, almost full-fledged lover, standing behind him, his arms folding around the circumference of Jorge's bod, engulfing him in a loving prison. His head over the right side of Jorge's head, he sweetly whispered, "You lost your freedom for the last five or six or whatever amount of years. Now it's time you've started living and I'm going to help make it happen."
"I can't believe this is happening to me," he replied, a sniffle here and there.
"Right. Not everybody has a chance at a lucky break. You made a choice to change your life by running away. Now's the time to stop running and piece your life back together."
Listening to those words, Jorge wanted to think and feel he was in a safe haven. The wall of Tino's arms was a start. As he turned, took the liberty of feeling the sides of Tino's bod, both in the bondage of each others arms, Jorge began sensing this could be the beginnings of a new life. For a moment the two stood there, as Jorge rubbed his face against Tino's pec fur.
Finally, after moments of Tino assuming the position of a loving individual, smothering Jorge in kisses, the two broke off their affection for each other. "I really feel sorry for Sep. I hope that never happens to us," Jorge said of Sep's predicament.
Tino began thinking about all his medical training, the credits he's accumulated, thinking of what he already knew, the tedious schedule a doctor's life could be. However, he wasn't about to sidetrack Jorge, making him more depressed than he had been. It's then a really evil idea struck him. Still sensing Jorge's concentration on the far side of the pool where the door out slammed shut, Tino suggests, "Maybe we should go over and tuck Sep in?"
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"It isn't what you think it is, coach," Robbie fibbed.
With puddles of cum on the floor, each holding onto the other's manhood, it wasn't tough for Coach Dekker to draw his own conclusions. "Oh really? The way it looks to me is you boys have just finished having some sensual experience?"
With both jocks unhandling their cocks, Jayab tells him, "Okay. So what you say is what you see. There is no shame in two horny guys jerking each other off. Right Robbie?"
"Um, sure," he acted a bit reluctant to agree.
"Well maybe on different turf, but here at Applegate, right here in the gymnasium... well, how do you think your coach would feel about what just happened?"
Both Robbie and Jayab knew the rules, after all it was in their contract when they signed it, along with their fellow sport colleagues and it wasn't easily overlooked by fine print, as bold as the rest of an athlete's contract.
"Especially you, Jayab? What do you think would happen to that scholarship you have? It would be such a shame if it had to be terminated over an incident such as this?"
Slapping Jayab in the stomach, stepping in front of the track star, almost the same height, he steps up to Coach Dekker, towering over him by about four inches. Probably Dekker felt a lot smaller as Robbie talked down to him, "Would be even a bigger shame if the Applegate trustees learned of a certain wrestling coach, taking it up the ass every Wednesday afternoon. I'm sure Dean Harriot wouldn't speak up for you."
Suddenly Dekker shrunk from this tall stature, dominant attitude sinking with his height, holding his hands up in front of him, saying, "Now wait a minute. I'm sure we can work something out here. I mean, maybe I'm mistaken. Perhaps that isn't cum on the floor at all!"
Robbie knew he had Dekker over a barrel. As for Jayab he had a sudden flashback to about a half hour ago, Robbie talking about his high school friend, Alex Matusake, the story which led to their heightened sexual trade off.
"I will take care of this," Jayab boldly said, slapping his hand so forcefully against Robbie's abs he let out a slight "owch!" New at this it didn't seem like it as Jayab cut out the foreplay baloney, saying, "Mistaken? Nope."
"What?" Coach Dekker said, not sure where Jayab was headed with this.
"I'll be the first to admit it. On the floor, it is our cum and it got there because we were breaking the rules, jerking off each other. Felt damn hot too."
"So," Dekker stepped lightly, "where are you going with this?"
He was right on track with Jayab's train of thought, as the twenty-one year old stood there, thinking up things as he went along, his own thoughts making his pubes tingle.
Robbie, he kind of had an idea of the scene Jayab was building, so decided to bow out. "Um, I gotta get going... gotta get to the hospital to see Barry. See ya later."
"Yes, much later," Jayab said, not breaking his stare with the wrestling coach.
"Oh, I forgot about the towels... my clothes!" He exclaimed, looking down at himself.
"You get your clothes and let me worry about the towels," Jayab said, obvious to Robbie he slowly was transforming from this meek sex partner into an `Alex-character'.
"Oh shit!" Robbie called out, returning from the laundry room, his arms digging into his tank top.
There, on the gym floor Coach Dekker kneeled, sitting up on his ankles, arms behind his back, hands clasped together as if he were praying.
"Well take it easy guys and don't do anything I wouldn't do!"
Maybe Robbie felt a little tingle himself, the picture lingering in his mind, plus the evil look Jayab gave him. He was giggling to himself, leaving through the door upon hearing Coach Dekker saying `later', then the noise of a clapping sound.
With Robbie gone, Jayab decided to pull all the stops out. Being new at this, he could only go on information Robbie unloaded, regarding his friend's roleplaying fantasy with Charvet.
"What the fuck did you do that for?"
Before Dekker knew what was coming, Jayab's big hand made another red impression on the side of his face. "You will not speak unless spoke to.... `boy'! Back in position!"
It was around eight o'clock at night. Jayab knew he had a paper to finish, but some things, especially heightened sexual awareness issues played precedent over other things. As for Trevor Dekker, going back for his cell phone in his office might have been coincidence, but perhaps fate as he returned his hand to his backside, saying, "Um... sorry `bout that!"
When Coach Dekker came on board, elected to the position of wrestling coach, it became his claim to fame, toting a reputation as a professional in his field, holding medals from olympics past. It made Jayab feel even taller, knowing minutes ago Dekker could have used his wrestling skills to pin him to the floor. Jayab held out a hand for another round of discipline, but instead smiled, knowing he now owned Coach Dekker. He had promised Robbie he would take care of the towels but he couldn't very well leave evidence lying around til tomorrow.
"Over here, boy!" Jayab again tested his mastering skills. When Dekker didn't respond, Jayab tapped his foot on the tiled floor, about two feet from the swirly white puddle. He grinned when he saw Dekker get up to move. "On your knees, boy!"
On one knee, Dekker returned the other to the floor. Jayab got a kick out of watching him walk like a dog over to his foot. Same time he had no doubt what Robbie said was true, seeing Dekker glance up at his meat and balls.
"Bend over, boy."
Dekker hesitated. It wasn't tough to figure out, when he bent his bod in half, his face would be hovering over the puddle of cum.
Still reluctant, Jayab said, in his deep voice, exerting a casual response, "The longer you wait boy, the longer the punishment."
"Punish..." Dekker said in a hardly audible whisper, questioning.
For now Jayab was giving leeway in the discipline, taking time out to think about it, on his mind to see how far he could go with the twenty-nine year old coach. Same time, his hand had taken to firming up his cock, his adrenaline giving it the spark. Also, he recalled Robbie's story, telling how when Alex and Charvet got going, the two knew his father's business associate had dabbled in bdsm. The same thoughts flooded into Jayab's mind. Taking his hand, he made contact with the back of Dekker's head.
Dekker made some kind of muffled sound, his face forced into the puddle, his shoulder touching it, sopping up some of the goo.
"Clean it up boy!"
Coming away from it, Dekker's face, nose, cheeks, mouth and chin had cum dripping. Another indication of the coach's past experience, whatever realm he played in, became revelation when Dekker leaned over on his own free will, hands still clasped behind his back, tongue extended, lapping it up like a dog.
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"I thought you would be here sooner, babe!"
Guilt came over Robbie, until he detected an excitement in his lover instead of blame. "Um yeah. I had to clean up."
"Did you hear what happened to Edwin Barredo?"
"Yeah. A hurdle almost tore off his finger."
"Guess what?"
"What?"
Eight-thirty at night, Robbie figured Barry would be more subdued. Upbeat he blurted out, "The whole team was here; Tommy Perez, Sean, Alex, Mik, the whole gang, even some of the track guys. Wow! One of them is a knockout, Aldo and then there's this blond guy, David York. You know I think he was coming on to me?"
"Really?" Robbie replied, more cheerful himself, sitting down on the foot of the bed, drinking in Barry's enthusiasm. "And how would that go?"
After Barry giggles, he tells, "David rubbed my cheek with his hand, saying must've' hurt. Then Sean Duffy tells David, You better not let his boyfriend see you do that!' Then David said he was sorry. It was okay because then the track'n'field guys found out the hottest looking guy on campus goes with me!"
Robbie smiled. Here its been weeks and his reputation hasn't waned from Barry's mind.
Before he could say two words, Barry was at it again, divulging more facts about his visitors, "I asked Jason about his new nip rings. He said fine and pulled up his shirt and showed us. It was real cool. Maybe when I get better I could get one?"
"Let's wait til you're up and around and yourself again. Then we'll decide?"
"Okay babe. And oh! Guess what?"
"Wh.."
"Kelan Windsor's younger brother is my little brother's best friend. Small world, isn't it?"
"Sure is," Robbie replied. Vague with visioning the face with the name, he asked, "Don't reckon I get the connection though."
"Kelan. He's on the track team," Barry then proceeded to detail, "About five-eleven, dark brown hair... the guys on our swim team got to talking about shaving. They made the track guys pull up their shirts. Man is Kelan hairy!"
Now there was a fact which interested Robbie, as he gave his eyebrows a flutter towards his mate.
"Yeah, cool huh? Someday I hope I get some hair on my chest!"
"It's all in the genes," Robbie abbreviated. "So, the guys came and went?"
Suddenly a change came over Barry, vivid as day and night. "I miss us being together." Then a little frisky, "Hey, have you had any fun with anybody?"
Robbie knew where this was headed. Being faithful he said, "A little. But not as much fun as we have!"
"What happened? You get whacked on the back again?"
"Nah. Nothing like that. More discipline stuff." When Robbie mentioned his high school bud, he retold the story.
"Cool! So you going to ask Tino to play with you some more?"
Getting tired, Robbie's eyes began to show it. After a yawn he replies, "Maybe."
"You look tired," Barry finally recognized the signs.
"Yeah well it's been a long day."
Barry felt extra touched when Robbie told of assuming his job, helping out Coach Torricelli. For now he left out leaving the lockerroom floor a mess!
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2B continued...
Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee
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