Date: Tue, 3 May 2011 21:20:36 -0400
From: TC McPhee <survivalgame.tcmcp@gmail.com>
Subject: RiNG DaNG DoO 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,
of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns, villages,
neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or non-governmental
areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male
relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if guy-to-guy
sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up your mind, you should not
read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most
states 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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RiNG DaNG DoO 01

WriTten by T. Chase McPhee


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Face to face in the dressing room, Wrolf Jenson manages to catch Ari Carp
alone.


Shirtless, Ari stood there, the collar of the dress shirt he was ready to
put on, hanging by the tips of his fingers.


Walking right over to him, on his guard none of the others would catch him
talking to only the hottest looking guy in the senior class, in his
estimates, the whole school system, he says, "I wanted to for the longest
time, thank you for standing up for me, when nobody else wanted me to
participate in the Senior Fashion Show?"


"What's right is right. You're a senior like the rest of us guys." Ari
glances from Wrolf's face, down the separated fabric of his shirt to where
the glazing of hair met his belt-line, "Doesn't matter if you're a
little...."


"Plump?" Wrolf finishes off the sentence.


A short giggle, Ari says, "The shirt fits, right?"


He watches, as Wrolf fits the shirt over his slightly rounded stomach,
pulling it tight enough so the button could line up with the corresponding
hole.


"Almost," Wrolf replies.


Setting his shirt aside, Ari grabs hold of the seams, "Here, breath in a
little."


It was so damn tough for Wrolf to follow through with Ari's order. `Fuck!'
he thought to himself, thinking he had the hottest looking stud, shirtless
no less, touching the shirt attached to his bod and fastening it up the
middle. "Um... th-thanks, Ari!"


He wound up looking into Ari's eyes, the two holding the pose for a few
seconds.


"I better get ready," Ari breaks it off, picking up his own shirt and
digging his limbs into the sleeves.


With wishful thinking, Wrolf asks, "Need any help?"


"I think I can manage, but thanks Wrolf!"


As other guys began coming back from the catwalk, Wrolf stepped back into
the wings of nothingness. He wasn't sure, but he thought he caught Ari
tossing a smile his way before addressing their immediate peers.


"Your on next studman!"


Wrolf sure wished it were him patting Ari on the shoulder, giving him a fake
punch in the side, wishing he could have been one of Ari's favorite friends.
Yet, he gloated on having one rare moment alone with him and cherished it,
since it was rare for a four-eyed nerd to even speak to the hottest guy in
school.


Appointed chaperone for the dressing room, Coach Ronson comes in, following
Ms. Kravitz, "I hope all you ladies are decent!"


She right away gravitated to Ari, checking the creative design woven around
his bod. In fact, all of the guys were telling Ari the suit, shirt, tie,
everything which adorned his bod was perfectly made for him.


On the downside, Wrolf was totally ignored. Too, way before this evening, he
had the feeling he was wearing some designer's reject outfit. In his own
opinion, it didn't seem to match color-wise and he felt uncomfortable for
that very reason. Too, no one had made the effort to adjust the front of his
shirt, where two buttons covering his stomach, with the appearance of
wanting to flip off from the tight fit. Though, Wrolf was happy to be part
of the Senior Fashion Show at all and he titled his head, sighing, thinking
it was all because of Ari!


Dreaming it off, he was suddenly awoken by the mention of his name, "Yeah, I
think would be a real surprise going down the catwalk, Wrolf with me!"


"You've got to be fuckin' kiddin', Ari," one disgruntled voice led off the
snickering.


Bitching, another one of the guys, tight with Ari, says, "Jenson? You `want'
to be seen with that fuckin', fat slob?"


Then joking, another of the hot guys, not as hot as Ari, says, "I think
Ari's coming down with something. Somebody wanna dial 911!"


But true to his thinking, Ari, figuring it the last few days of school
before graduation, suddenly woke up to the fact that Wrolf Jenson was a
`person', living and breathing like himself, feelings and in his own
estimate, he thought the hair down his bod was kind of hot! So, cutting
through the crowd of his buddies, he disregarded all and looking Wrolf in
the face said, "C'mon Jenson!"


Looking around about himself, Wrolf wondered if there were more `Jensons' in
the room, "Me?"


Meant to sound cute, not mean, Ari replies, "Yeah you! C'mon. The last week
of school we're going to really shock the shit out of the audience!"


From the conglomerate of friends, Ari really got hit hard by the insults, he
figured mostly aimed at Wrolf, to intimidate, but he stuck by his guns. He
wasn't exactly sure why. He smiled a toothy grin leaving the dressing room.
Maybe he had it in mind to shock more than the shit out of people, finally
revealing the secret he kept all these years and Ari never felt more right
about the perfect timing of it. Either the guys who have stood by him for
the past four years would continue to love him or hate him. With days before
graduation he didn't give a hurl.


The emcee gave a big build up for Ari, naming not only his age of eighteen,
coming from an astute family of writers, his future hopes, and wanting to
tear through graduate school in the hopes of becoming a scientist. As for
Wrolf there was no build up, even though he was one of the `nerd family' who
held a high grade point average. He didn't care that only his name was
announced and without fanfare, but very much on cloud nine that he was
parading down the aisle with Ari Carp!


He couldn't possibly have gotten booed, not with the highly intelligent,
extremely good looking fellow senior with him, but Wrolf did hear on the
sidelines comments like, `What the fuck is Jenson trying to pull?' Then,
Wrolf got his first laugh at them, Ari kicking one of the guys' hands, as
the rude dude tried grabbing the cuff of Wrolf's pants!


Because Ari defended him, Wrolf got cheers instead of jeers. Too, he was
quite amazed when Ari took him by the hand, instead of the arm.


Now the comments gravitated to, `What's Carp trying to prove?'


Others wondered too and it was complete chaos, though the crowd quite
silenced, when at the end of the catwalk, Ari spun Wrolf around, showing him
off like a Barbie doll.


"That wasn't in the script!" Ms. Kravitz says, adding, "But I like it!"


Of course, the statistics hold, seven out of ten people being some kind of
gender other than straight, so it wasn't only Ms. Kravitz thinking it was so
awesome to see Ari Carp give Wrolf Jenson a peck on the cheek!


"He's a fuckin' queer!"


Halfway back to the dressing room Ari could see things could take a turn for
the worst. With Wrolf's hand in his, he jumped stage, "Hey Wrolf, how about
a pizza?"


Slowly, wading through the crowd, Ari and Wrolf made it to the exit of the
auditorium. Ari was relieved upon not seeing any of his buddies, though he
had a feeling one or two would not be totally mad out of their gourds at
him. He did have a tense moment, Coach Ronson coming towards him, shouting
in a demonstrative manner, "Hey Carp!"


"Uh-oh," Ari says to Wrolf. Then again he figured Coach wasn't going to
punch him out or anything, being surrounded by other people.


"Hey, Carp," Coach caught up with them, "you better take these," he stuffs
his shirt and pants he wore to the fashion show into his chest, "you too
Jenson."


Ari and Wrolf just shrugged shoulders at each other, thinking just the
opposite of what, at least Ari, thought was going to be Coach Ronson's
ultimatum. They were equally amazed, Ms. Kravitz offering them a lift to the
pizza shop, some other lady with her!


Little did the two seniors realize, later on they would be met by pros and
cons to Ari's coming out on the catwalk!


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Copyright 2011 T. Chase McPhee


`RiNG DaNG DoO' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without
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