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 insightful meanings wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Very sloppy guys," Anthony called out in his boldest voice after watching Emmanuel Rosado and Tommy Perez finish off their synchronized diving routine. "We've got two more days." Then getting more ticked off by what seems to be an uncaring attitude, he lays into them, "You guys better be at the pool morning, noon and night or you're never going to make it, got it Stoan?" When he saw Larry Billington, head hung low, almost touching his chest, Anthony misinterpeted the gesture, yelling, "You hear what I'm saying Larry?"
"Oh I hear ya Coach. But fuck this! I don't need this kind of harrassment!"
All heads swept to the right, watching Larry pace around the side of the pool, marching out the door.
Passing by Anthony, Robbie comments, "He's having `boy trouble'. I'll see what I can do."
Going back to work on their routines, Anthony exhaled, as he sat on the sidelines five rows up in the bleechers. No sooner had his ass hit the wooden structure Larry comes back in, obviously in a grumpy mood.
Nimbly hopping up the seats, he stands right in front of Anthony, blocking his view. Hands on his hips he shouts, "What did you do to Larry?"
Oops!' Anthony thought. Case of mistaken identity'.
"Well nothing really, Barry. It is Barry, isn't it? Hey, when did they let you out of the hospital?"
Barry wasn't sidetracked, taking his digs, "Larry is having a lot of problems now. He doesn't need getting yelled at!"
According to Robbie, Anthony knew of only one problem; boys. However he also knew a small seed of trouble could be the root of a growing tree, branching out into different areas of life, causing a guy to come to his whits end.
"Look, I'm sorry about your brother, but...."
"You're not sorry," Barry continued to throw accusations. "If you were a good coach, you wouldn't have yelled at Larry. You don't care!"
By now Barry had become the center of attention. Drenched, Emmanuel and Tommy stood on the sidelines of the confrontation, along with Sean, Mik, Jason, Joshua, Flip and the others, all taken up with Barry talking down to their coach.
Suddenly a deep voice behind Barry said, "It's not Coach Torricelli's fault, babe."
Turning around, he saw Larry first, even though it had been his lover's voice. "Larry..... you okay, bro?"
In the past it was usually the other way around, Larry being the knight in shining armour. As if day and night, Anthony and the team became witnesses to a more tender side of Barry, totally opposite of to his prior argumentive manner. Even though Anthony had impressed upon the lot, time and practice of the most importance, he allowed a standstill in action to lapse. All were amazed, even Robbie, at how Barry seemed to use deep-routed psychology to help cheer up his brother.
"Yeah, well you've got Robbie. Who do I have?" Larry tried reasoning.
"Me?"
It was the same angelic glow, accompanied by that flashy grin which mesmerized Zach and the others. The same one which captured Robbie's heart. Then as if part of the actual swim team, he took Larry's hand, leading him over to the side of the pool, saying, "We have to keep practicing or we're not going to be coming home with medals."
This is where Robbie stepped in, coaxing Larry on, trading off his swimming partner, Jason Youngblood for Larry. It's something Anthony didn't allow, swim team members doing their own bidding. In this case he did some erasing rules with his pencil and let it happen. As the team reassembled, lined up for a continuous ascent to the diving towers, Barry made his way up the bleechers once again.
"Soooorry coach," Barry said in a more subdued, apologetic tone.
"For what?"
"For yelling at you. I guess I was kind of mad."
Putting his arm around Barry, Anthony gave him a friendly hug, saying, "It was a good thing."
"Really? You mean you're not mad at yelling at you in front of the guys? How can it be good?"
"You spoke your mind. I mean there are instances when things should be said in private."
"I guess I shouldn't have gotten all mad and everything in front of the guys, huh Coach?"
As if a father and son, Anthony gave out some insightful meaning to confrontations, saying there's a time for off to the side venting of feelings, other times making things public is acceptable and a good thing.
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"So, how are you feeling right now? Not nervous are you?"
"Quite," Jorge replied as Tino drove them through the iron arch wielding the name of Applegate University.
"You have nothing to worry about. Registering for a course is a cinch. You brought the printout from the internet, didn't you?"
"I have it." Feeling a little more at ease, Jorge was glad to have Tino along. "Are you sure it's alright I do this?"
"Sure. Is there a reason you think it's not?" Tino asked, waiting in line at the security checkpoint, every few seconds stepping on the gas, alternating it with the brake.
"Um, well, here I am, twenty-three years old, starting at the beginning. Won't there be others much younger than me? Straight out of high school? In their teens?"
"That should be the least of your problems. Matter of fact I think maybe the younger students will look up to you," then in a whimsical tone, "if not `at' you?"
"Sure, but looks aren't everything. Until they find out how dumb I am!"
Patting Jorge on the knee, Tino states, "Why don't we not jump to conclusions yet? Things could turn out very well for you. Don't get depressed over things before they happen."
"But what if I...."
"If you have any problems we'll deal with them as they come. Remember, you have me to fall back on."
Trying to relax, Jorge let his head fall back against the headrest on the seat. Much of the past five years he spent having someone else make every decision for him. Not that he was being his own person, but reluctant to follow his own course, even at taking baby steps.
Both were distracted from the subject when Tino pulled up to the security booth.
"Adam? You're still here?"
"Yeah, dammit. I worked all last afternoon, all night and now they're slapping me with morning duty. I tell you," he protested, "this Dimitriades fellow who keeps calling out better either get his act together or take a hike!"
Tino didn't know the name or the face, being new to Eskridge as well as the university environment. "What about taking your gripes to the union?"
"I haven't been here long enough. I've got to put my time in you know before that need it even met?"
"I hear you," Tino responded. For now he knew he had to get Jorge over to the registration offices before the lineup started for spring enrollment. "Sep sends his regards," Tino said.
"He's probably ready to go out and find somebody new by now!"
"I don't think that's the case," Tino replied, not elaborating.
As they drove on, Jorge questioned, "By the way, I forgot to ask."
"What?"
"How come we both went to cheer Sep up but you left me and him alone?"
"Oh I don't know."
"It seemed like the three of us were having a good time."
Thinking more of the road, Tino just said, "Maybe, but I think Sep really needed only one of us there. By the way, how did it all end up?"
After a giggle, Jorge told him, "Well, for one thing it was much easier doing a `69' with two instead of three!"
"Oh, so are you saying Sep is much more a tastier treat than I am?"
"Not at all. For one thing he's a totally different person than you are."
Tino comes back with, "Oh really?" His waiting in nonexistent traffic at a stop sign signaled Jorge to continue.
"He's too nice for one thing."
"I see," Tino seemed to take it in the negative.
"Oh, don't get me wrong Tino. It's just that. Well, like sucking him for instance. Doing him was a lot different than doing you."
A toot from behind made Tino postpone further inquiry. "We don't have time to talk about it but I am anxious to hear what you have to say."
"It wouldn't take long to explain. Simply, I was used to pleasing a guy, doing whatever I could to turn him on. The difference with before and now is I like the man I'm pleasing."
When Jorge concluded his thoughts it left Tino with only reaction. Leaning over, he palmed the back of Jorge's neck, breaking them together for some liplocking.
"Um, did that have to do with something I said?" Jorge played.
"Yep and you were saying all the right words!"
Together they met at the front of Tino's parked Saturn and proceeded to the registration building. It wasn't tough to discover the office for registration, a long line winding out the door, down the hallway.
"I wonder if this is the place," Jorge commented to Tino.
"Only one way to find out. Ask!"
"Ask him?" Jorge said, nodding to the same guy at the end of the line Tino did.
"Sure. If he's here for the same reason, then you will know."
"Um, do you think you could?" Jorge asks of Tino, in a shy manner.
"No. You can though."
With a little smile, more a nervous reaction, Jorge approached the end of the line. "Um, excuse me, but is this the registration line?"
Tino saw it from a distance, wondering if Jorge knew the guy checked him out before responding.
"Yeah. I've been waiting here for about fifteen minutes. The line has moved about a foot."
Nervous, Jorge ducked away from the guy and reported back to where Tino was standing, uttering, "That's it. He's been waiting for fifteen minutes and only moved a foot."
"Well then, this could take some time. Why don't you stick it out and I'll meet you back here in say an hour?"
"No, Tino. I mean... couldn't you stand here and wait with me?"
Even though there was pleading in Jorge's eyes, Tino thought it better to have him do this solo. "I think you can do this on your own. Besides, the guy you talked with seems to be knowledgeable."
"So you're not going to stay here with me?"
"Jorge, you have to think about doing things on your own. You took a big risk escaping from your past. Don't you think it's time to take another chance and do something on your own?"
Turning his head, looking over his shoulder, Jorge studied the cue. "Now it's longer. I won't be behind the guy."
"So. There's all of those people behind him. Go over to him, excuse yourself and get behind the guy you talked with."
"But what if the other people...."
Taking Jorge by the arm Tino showed him babbling on and on wasn't getting them anyplace.
Like Tino said, Jorge excused himself, sandwiching himself into between the guy in front and the borderline beefy-chub behind him.
"The line starts back there!" `beefy-chubby' said.
Towering over him by about a foot, Tino looked straight into the guys eyes, seemingly causing a meltdown in attitude.
"I mean... Yeah.. um, I guess I don't mind letting him in... sir."
A smile creased Tino's lips, reading the lingo, saying back to him, "Good boy."
Saying their temporary goodbyes, Tino headed towards the exit. Instead of making contact with the guy in front of him, `beefy-chubby' inquires, "Do you know him?"
Jorge turned to make sure the guy was talking to him.
"Stupid of me. Of course you do. Friend of yours?" the cub asked.
Not ready to take the big step out of the closet, Jorge responded, "Yeah."
"Nice guy," he replied.
"Yeah," Jorge returned. The line moved, so Jorge took a few steps forwards, catching up with the guy in front. Looking over his shoulder he accidentally rammed his chest into the guy's back. "Sorry."
"No problem." Then after juggling some papers around, the guy presented his hand to Jorge saying, "I'm Dareios."
First Jorge looked at his hand, then after exclaimed, "Go ahead. It's clean."
With great reluctance, Jorge took Dareios' hand, quickly retrieving it to his own person
As a diversionary tactic, the guy states, "Dareios Atreus Dimitriades is the whole works!"
Being easy-going, it wasn't tough for Jorge to calm his nerves, slowly learning to trust Dareios, so he offered back with a handshake, "Jorge Mello. This is my first time at college".
Dareios hit him with the usual, nice to know you, acknowledging the same, first time setting foot on a campus.
Unaware, somebody else was following the conversation. "This is my first time here too. Wes Bartlett." It was the cub.
Both Dareios and Jorge turned around, a hand in their midst waiting to be shaken. The two looked at each other. Dareios made the first move, taking Wes' hand. "Dareios", is all he said, along with the hand shake. Following, Jorge did the same.
Dareios, being the congenial, friendly guy he is, couldn't help but address both guys, "So where are you from?"
"Who me?" Wes questioned, Jorge asking, "Me?"
"Well sure. Both of you," even thought Dareios was more interested in Jorge's response.
"San Francisco. I took a year off to work... that's why I look older than a regular freshman," Wes blurted out.
"Me too," Dareios offered, inquiring of Jorge, "You?"
"Um.. yeah. Same thing," he replied, not wanting to tell the real reason he's been out of circulation for the last five or so years.
It then became a tug-o-war, Jorge in the middle, Dareios asking him about what his major is and that type of info. For Wes he immediately skipped to the guy that was with Jorge.
"He's a friend of mine," Jorge kept it simple.
Right away Wes asks, "What's his name? Does he live around here?"
"His name is Tino." He didn't lie, saying, "He lives with me until he can find his own place." He didn't let on the fact he lived with Anthony, making it seem like he had his own place. When Dareio asked what part of town, Jorge didn't give the exact street, but rather, "In the Oak Springs Road area."
Shaking his hand like it was wet, Wes replied, "Oooh, nice. A person's gotta have big bucks to live around there."
However, Dareios just smiled, adding, "My family lives on the other side of Oak Springs, near the country club?"
Wes knew exactly where, also giving him the rundown about needing lots of dough to own a place in that area of Eskridge. Shrugging his shoulders, Jorge said, "I'm not too familiar with the area. I just arrived here myself."
As a matter of fortunosity, when the line stalled Wes reported his stomach was growling, giving up his place in line saying, "See you guys later. Gotta get something to eat before I pass out!"
The two laughed, along with some others in the line, Dareios offering, "I doubt that," tapping on his stomach, which was well hidden by his tee shirt.
Jorge noticed the tap. It didn't jiggle anything around so he figured Dareios worked out or something, building some tough abs. Maybe for something to say, Jorge asks, "You workout?"
"Some. Up until now it's been work, work, work, saving some money to get myself educated. You?"
"Me?"
"Workout? Work?" Dareios inquired of both options.
"I don't workout but I guess I'm kind of lean."
"Right," Dareios replied, glancing to Jorge's ab region then returning to his face.
Right away Jorge comes back with, "Tino thought so.. I mean...."
Dareios beat him to it, asking, "Was he checking me out?"
"Him checking you out?" After a one syllable laugh, Jorge says, "He thought it more you checking me out!"
Giggling, Dareios says, "I guess it says a lot about me."
Getting it too, Jorge asks, "You into guys?"
"I guess you already know the answer to that. You?" Dareios pops the question.
Their grin at each other said it, not needing further explanation.
"So, is Tino your boyfriend?"
"I'm not so sure we're at that stage yet, but we have a developing relationship is what you might call it. How about yourself?"
"Not really. I mean one night I was out on the golf course after hours, putting around. The caretaker caught me and we kind of read each other's mind. He took me to the shed where the golf carts are kept. He sucked me off."
"Really?" Jorge responded.
"Yeah. For an old guy he was good at cocksucking."
"How old is old?" Jorge wanted to know or it might have been to keep the conversation rolling.
"Middle or late thirties."
"And did you do him again?"
"A couple of times before I went back to Greece. Then when I came back. He had quit."
"Greece?" Jorge questioned, adding, "But you talk english so well."
"My family moved here when I turned six. We lived in about three different places before some of the family settling here in Eskridge. I live with my Uncle Demetrios."
He let Dareios ramble on, telling about his family, things about his country and reasons why he waited so long to attend college.
"So, what's your story?"
Jorge froze in place, not saying anything. How convenient that the line moved vastly, taking them inside the registrar's office.
"Hey, you want to get some pizza after this?" Dareios inquired of Jorge.
"Maybe. It depends on when Tino comes back," Jorge replied, for now relieved he didn't have to divulge any of his past history.
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"Hey! You've got to untie me! You can't leave me here!"
Jayab grinned, helping himself to a fresh pair of Coach Dekker's sweatpants and tee shirt. "Good thing we're the same size. So, you want me to untie you huh?"
The twenty-one year old college sophomore was getting a big kick out of seeing the wrestling coach squirm in his swivel chair, arms twisted behind the back where he had fastened them together with a heavy-duty extension cord. Walking over to him, he groped himself saying, "Well let's see.... you sucked me off twice, took it up the ass.. what other thing could you do for me which would `buy' you out of this predicament?"
Even though the basement wrestling room was cool, Dekker began sweating it out. Glancing at the clock on the wall, he knew anybody could enter momentarily. "Anything... you name it..."
"Anything, huh?" He replied, moving both hands down to Dekker's hairy chest, once again finding his swollen red pec spots, giving them a hefty twist.
"Ooooooooh shit!" the twenty-nine year old coach howled, arching his back as best he could.
As he was being untied, Jayab spelled out his terms, "Your place. Tonight. I'll meet you here at six o'clock sharp. Be here."
"I'll be here," Dekker said, grunting when Jayab grabbed his scalp, pulling his head back, his back slapping against the leathery texture of the chair.
"What was that `boy'?"
He corrected himself, "I'll be here.... sir."
Before letting go of his scalp, Jayab warned, "You better boy or there'll be hell to pay!"
Walking out, Jayab smiled to himself, knowing Dekker would be a few minutes late, yearning to `get paid'! Even though he had gone at it all night, Jayab made a quick pit stop at his dorm room before heading off to class.
"Where were you all night?" Matt, his roomie asks.
At first Jayab smiled, watching one of Applegate's finest, a linebacker for the footballs team, spread each pit with deoderant. He compared the worked chest with Dekker's wondering how the two would compare in a match of bondage and discipline. However, he already knew Matt wasn't gay, nor had an interest in anything but football and girls. "Out with the guys," Jayab replied.
"See any action?"
Up until yesterday, Jayab hadn't even thought about gay sex or the prospects of fantasy roleplay. Yet, he wasn't about to expose himself yet, so went along with the conversation, pretending he had a hot date with some sorority girl. With Matt gone, he stripped down and jumped into some jeans and a tee shirt other than the one he had on, `Applegate University Wrestling'. Before he folded it up he put it to his nose and smelled it. "Mmmmm," he said to himself, realizing it had already been worn, more an aroma of sweat than detergent. He wondered about the sweatpants. He wasn't disappointed.
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