Date: Sun, 3 May 2009 15:06:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: MAY Madness 01

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, countries, nor governmental areas, which the story is
staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends 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. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.

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MAY Madness 01
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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From the time Jean-Claude packed Emre and Kevin into Denny's car, till the
time they drove the Lincoln Tunnel-NJ Turnpike-local route, Jean-Claude
busied their idle hour and twenty-eight minute ride with questions about
Emre's family.

Right after pulling out of the hospital driveway AJ turned on the radio. He
wasn't particularly fond of the beats blasting out of the speakers,
pounding rhythms from KTU, but was happy for the cover-up, Jean-Claude's
constant barrage of questions regarding Emre's family. Already twice, he
mentioned to Denny, in different ways, "Is he going to blab all the way to
Jersey?" and then a half hour later, "Is J-C always this annoying?" Once he
tried stirring up a different focus on conversational matters, directing to
Jean-Claude, "Say, how did you like my cousin? Cool guy, huh?" But all poor
AJ got in return was `He's a nice guy', then back to Emre being
interrogated over his family's generations. `Heaven' was spotting a sign
for `gas-rest stop'. "Oh! Oh! Pull over there, Den. You don't know how bad
I've gotta go!"

"Yeah. Sure," Denny replied, twisting the steering wheel so the vehicle
strode into the rest area.

The trio in the back seat passed. Denny got out to stretch his legs as AJ
strolled to the jon. Denny wore a smile knowing AJ's false pretenses, his
reasons for stopping to give his ears a rest. No sooner had he thought it,
out pops the three.

"I seem to have developed a wicked thirst," Jean-Claude announced.

Denny wondered how on earth that could possibly happen!

He also informed Denny, "And the `youngsters' are hungry. Want anything?"

"No thanks. Just pick me up a beer."

Keeping on eye on `the youngsters', his attention on Denny, he impatiently
responded, "I don't think they're allowed to sell beer Denny."

"I know.. I know.... Joking, okay? Pick me up a coke or something."

As Jean-Claude rushed off, Denny smiled when turning his attention to the
area where the jon resided. `It's tempting', Denny thought. If in fact AJ
was in a hurry to urinate he would have been in there, blasted his load in
a urinal and out by now. To himself he said out loud, "I wonder what little
trick is keeping him?" Again he cackled.

Then out of the blue he hears, "Hey dickhead! You want to move your ass or
something?"

"Oh sorry," Denny replied, scooting himself out of the way of the 4x4
wanting to park in the empty spot next to him. Taking a quick glance of the
scenery, he thought to himself of why `this' parking place, when there were
at least two hundred empties. But then again he had his gaydar on and was
receiving transmission clear and concise. Getting out of the 4x4 he figured
what a hot `beard' - what a shame to let the moment go to waste! "Hey
there, I'm really sorry I got in your way?" Left as an open-ended question,
Denny was hoping for feedback. He wasn't disappointed when the tanned
`beard' rounded the front of his truck and down the lane between both
parked vehicles.

Straightforward, after a quick body-scan, the `beard' says, "I gotta take a
piss real bad. How about you?"

The dude didn't even wait for an answer, walking away, same direction AJ
took. Denny followed.

Entering the jon, `something' was already in progress, the sounds of moans
and groans heard from just outside the door.

"Having fun?" Denny casually asked AJ.

"Tight man... real tight," AJ replied as he continued fucking a college
jock over the sink.

"You know him?" the `beard' asked.

"He's my boyfriend," Denny replied.

Waiting for a reaction, the bearded one stood there staring, after saying,
"Nice relationship." Yet, he wasn't convinced even though Denny's mate
stood there, pounding this jock's ass. "Um, you might if I like..."

Not wanting to break the rhythm of working his cock in and out of the tight
hole, AJ responds hastily, "Help yourself!"

The short interruption caused AJ to catch up, the college jock crying out,
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-fuck-yeah!" when AJ slammed into him again.

Meanwhile, the `beard' lured his prey into one of the stalls. "You got a
name boy?"  he asked as he unbuckled his belt.

"Denny. You?"

"Sir to you boy!" He exclaimed. "Hurry and get on your knees boy before I
pee in my pants."

"Yes sir!" Denny replied. It would not be the first time Denny didn't
realize the role of a slave to sex, he and AJ on occasion feeling horny and
in the mood for some hot role-playing.

Seeing he would not need to prompt his `boy', the bearded `Sir' held his
heavy cock in his hand as he watched Denny fall to his knees. Dropping it
for a moment, he reached down, grabbed the tails of Denny's shirt and
peeled it up overhead. "Would be a shame if we got some piss on this shirt
now, wouldn't we?"

Denny's head switched to the
left. "Um... what... are... ya.... gonna.... do?" But his question was
taken care of by actions, his shirt rolled up and dropped into the toilet
bowl.

"Oh I'm so sorry," his dominator said, laughing his ass off at the same
time.

"But then I'm going to have to...wear it wet," he stared up at the guy.

"Hee... heee... hee... yeah. Ain't it a pisser, boy!" Then he informed
Denny, "And unless you swallow fast enough I'm sure them jeans of yours are
gonna be too! Open up boy!"

He had done this only two times. Once a long time ago when he was a teen,
in the jon of a movie theater and second time with AJ. He had thought of it
from time to time before both incidents, having heard of it done, but
always stuck his tongue out in disgust. But he found out it wasn't the act
itself, but the guy doing it to him. As with now, he opened wide, allowing
his `Sir' to lay his thick cock on his tongue.

"Oh this should be fun!" came a third voice.

Both Denny and the `beard' looked to the open jon door.

Almost ready to let loose, the beard asks, "Um, you don't mind do you?"

AJ knew at times, Denny could be quite the exhibitionist and AJ wasn't a
stranger to the idea either. Turning his head to the side, referring to
some guy outside the stall, he yells, "Hey Darryl! Come take a look at
this!"

Even though the `beards' cock was weighing heavy on Denny's tongue, the two
looked up.

"Oh fuck he's hot!"

>From the one saying so, AJ asks, "I'm AJ and this here is Darryl." And
meant to prod, "He's sure got one helluva tight ass!"

"You don't say?"

Pulling half of his ten-inch-tool out of Denny's mouth, Denny responds in a
disappointed manner, "Heeeeeeeey!"

"Sorry boy," the beard replies, "but I never pass up a tight end!"

Laughing, the bearded dude leaves the stall, his hand on Darryl's shoulder,
guiding him to the sink.

"Now what'd you go and do that for?" Denny questions his mate, with
animosity backing it up.

"Heee.. Hee..." AJ laughs. "Really pissed you off now that you're not going
to get your protein drink, eh?"

Sagging on his knees, Denny should be mighty angry, but softening his
reproach he looks up, extends a hand, "I hope you shot a heavy load!"

"Oh yeah. Emptied every ounce of my boiling balls!"

And as they left the stall, Denny comments, "Hey! Where'd they go?"

Outside, seeing the two walk over to the `beard's' 4x4, each entering
through a door, AJ tells him, "I bet Darryl makes a hot bed-warmer!"

Next to the 4x4 Jean-Claude and the two boys were back in their seats.

"Hey, what took ya?" he asked AJ and Denny? Of course he had an inkling!

"Faucet on the sink got stuck," AJ replied.

He knew AJ was lying and Denny most certainly knew Jean-Claude didn't
believe a word AJ said!

For the most part the remainder of their trip was uneventful, except for
the two hot cops arresting a carload of hoodlums at the side of the
parkway. Of course there was the usual banter, AJ opening up the
discussion, telling everybody how he'd like to do the Latino
cop. Differing, Jean-Claude picked out the other cop, the sleeves of his
uniform bursting with muscle. But the conversation seemed to shift
directions, the trio now comprised of Jean-Claude, Denny and AJ.

Kevin took advantage of the moment, a let up in Jean-Claude's question and
answering session. Ignoring the side-of-the-shoulder activity, he
positioned his butt more or less towards the other side of the car and
tried facing Emre as much as possible.

Denny jokes, "Maybe I should pull over. You can run back and claim one of
those hunky cops, J-C?"

"J-C?" AJ jumps for the opportunity, "I'll hogtie one of `em for myself!"

Unknown to Jean-Claude, the degrees of their relationship, he sideswipes
Kevin's butt, not without ulterior motives, leans in towards the front and
adds advice, "I'd say it would the best grounds for separation and I
wouldn't blame Denny a single bit if he....."

"Cool your jets J-C!" Denny calls time out. "He was only pulling your
chain. Besides, wouldn't be such a bad idea. Both of us working over a
hunk-of-a-cop, AJ coming in from the rear... me? Man would I love to suck
some lawman's wood!"

Seeing things not as he perceived Jean-Claude just shook his head and
parked his butt once again in the seat. He didn't let Kevin and Emre slide,
saying of their backseat lovemaking, "That's obscene!"

Tearing himself away for a minute, Kevin comments, "Jealous, J-C?"

With still quite a few minutes left before they connected to the Garden
State Parkway, Jean-Claude claimed the time for himself, using his own
shoulder for a pillow and drifted off. In his dream he had a better angle
than what Denny and AJ were dreaming up. Instead of the after-factor,
Jean-Claude was one of the victims. Except, it wasn't on the New Jersey
Turnpike in front of hundreds of spectators cruising by. Minding their own
businesses in the car, the other four couldn't see the smile on
Jean-Claude's lips as he dozed. Later on he would think of it as lifelike,
being pulled over on a deserted country road by the county sheriff, asked
for his vital paperwork, then after looking it over, asking him to step out
of the car.

"Something wrong officer?"

In his dream, Jean-Claude began to panic when the officer turned him around
and cuffed his wrists behind his back, with the one word answer, "Plenty!"

Tall, Italian, about 6'1, muscled, but not overly, more beefy, wide-chest,
the collar open enough to view the black mat which he assumed covered the
worked out pecs, he was totally startled out of his gourd when the cop
opened up his `jail door' and began releasing his pent up works between his
legs. "Um, is there a problem officer?"

With his belt unbuckled, pants unzipped, the officer of the law going for
the button holding the works together, Jean-Claude only got hornier when
the cop replied, "Oh you betcha!" Together, with lowering Jean-Claude's
pants, the cop's fingertips grabbed hold of the briefs on the way down to
his knees. Looking him square in the face, the officer licks his lips and
says, "Yummieeee!" Last word, before he started chomping away were,
"Spread'em!"

"Yo! J-C?" AJ tapped him on the shoulder.

"Huh?"

Holding the back door open for him, AJ announces, "Home sweet home!"

"Already?" he said, getting out of the car. As Jean-Claude did, he followed
AJ's prying eyes looking for an explanation of why his powder blue jeans
`looked' wet.

"Must've been one helluva dream?" he questioned.

As AJ walked away, Jean-Claude smiled and said to himself, "If you only
knew!"

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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee

This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior
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