Date: Sun, 22 May 2011 14:44:54 -0400
From: TC McPhee <survivalgame.tcmcp@gmail.com>
Subject: RiNG DaNG DoO 03

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
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% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use
protection.


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RiNG DaNG DoO 03

WriTten by T. Chase McPhee


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Just as Ari figured, his basketball team members and other of his sports
peers, paraded into Gino's family restaurant, dividing their line of
walking, some heading for tables within eye sight of where he and Wrolf sat,
others not giving a shit about the two.


"Uh-oh," Wrolf said, breaking a breadstick in half, seeing a small portion
of three breaking off, "they're headed straight for us!"


Ari, as if offering protection for not only himself, but Wrolf as well,
greets them, "What's up guys?" as if nothing has happened. He separates each
one with a look into their faces.


Suddenly one, Mark Goldstein, breaks silence and in an astonishing manner,
opening his arms to welcome Ari into his, saying in his ear as they hug
bods, "We owe you for making it easier for the rest of us."


However, over Mark's shoulder, Ari glances to the distance, "Do `they' know
that?"


Breaking, Mark looks to the far tables, two joined together, housing about
five fellow dudes, "Most of them are lukewarm about the idea of finding out
some of us are gay, Ari."


"You?" Ari has already assumed, looking upon the other two whom accompanied
Mark. He also notices, one of them, Chip Horton, a wrestler, is sitting in
`his' seat, which had been to Wrolf's right, before he jumped out of it to
confront them.


In the pocket of the other side of the booth, Ricardo Vasco asks, "It's okay
if we join you, right?"


Ari says to Mark, in a sarcastic manner, "Want some pizza," enough of an
invite.


"I'll go find a chair," Mark says, since four place settings left the fifth
at the end of the table.


"No. Stay put. I'll find one," Ari remarks, glancing about.


Just his luck, the only unoccupied chair was `near' the others who chose not
to even give him a nod, as opposed to some projecting a death stare. He
didn't have any gripe with them, so naturally approached, asks, "Expecting
anymore or can I take this chair?"


>From the other side of the table, one them puts his foot on the seat of the
chair. Giving it a push from his side of the table, the chair launches into
Ari, "Take it faggot!" The top railing of the chair butted into his abs, but
not like it hurt, only enough to send a message of ill will.


"Thanks," Ari replied. He wasn't happy about the duel of words and action,
but wasn't looking for a fight. Too, as he left them he hears one of them
mention to another, "Better tell Gino to burn it after they use it!"


Ari only smiled, one, because they were acting so stoopid and two, he
supposed none of them had an idea Gino was gay!


Mark says, "I guess they gave you a hard time?"


Before Ari answers, Ricardo says, "Because they did the same to us."


"When?" Wrolf asks. "You came out to them too?"


Chip, sitting right next to Wrolf, more leaning towards him, enough to rub
more than elbows, divulges, "Yeah. Brad, Greg and Todd were really ditching
you two guys and I guess something snapped..."


Mark cuts in, looking at Ari, "Like maybe happened to you and... I just
couldn't take what they were saying about you," Mark slides his hand down
Ari's lightly haired forearm.


Ari smiles, saying, "I hope you had your eye on the exit before speaking
your mind?"


Ricardo fills in the blanks, "I think Brad wanted to break every bone in
Mark's bod. Greg and Todd would only go along."


"Yeah," Chip remarks, "Brad's goons don't have minds of their own y'know?"


They weren't on the basketball team, but Ari had an inclination.


Wrolf `knew', answering in a joking way, "Who woulda thought?"


They all laughed.


As Ari had suspected for some time, Wrolf wasn't just a smart guy who didn't
watch his waistline. He was a `person' and as he has slowly found out,
interesting to talk with and now a jokester! Too, losing his seat next to
Wrolf wasn't a big deal for him, but for Wrolf, it seemed like he has found
a new best friend. Quickly assessing the situation, it looks like Mark has
gravitated towards Ricardo. As least the two with locked arms, in his
thinking, said something.


Then suddenly, a shadow was cast over his menu. Natural reaction, he looks
up first.


"Hey Ari. I just wanted to tell you I'm still your friend."


Turning around, doing the proper and polite thing, Ari stands and addresses,
"Talvin!" Then, with recognization, fellow basketball team member, he takes
the Indian's hand in his, "Thanks!" Really looking deeply into his eyes,
"Thanks very much." He stood there dumbfounded, staring and not knowing what
to say. Most likely it was `shock', because he had secret notions about
Talvin, with no inkling to his sexual orientation, basing it on him
straight-acting. Still he wondered.


"I have a confession to make and I hope you won't haul off and punch my
lights out after saying it, but...."


Not putting Talvin through it, Ari asks, "We're going to have some pizza.
Want some?"


"Sure," Talvin replies.


Playing it smart this time, Ari leans into the kitchen and yells to Gino.


Ready to drop a pizza onto the floured board, he bats away the mist of
powder and walks over to Ari and fluttering his eyebrows, asks, "What's up
pisan?"


"I had to confront the gay warmongers once for a chair, but do you think you
can ask?"


A cruel smile came to Gino's lips, him saying, "Would I!" Before Ari leaves,
Gino grabs his shirt at the shoulder, "Oh by the way," he giggles, "before I
served Brad up his favorite lemonade, I added some extra `protein'!" He
laughed heartily.


"Protein?" Ari asks. Then, `getting it', because it was often one of Gino's
college buds explanation for creamy cock-juice, "No-o-o-o-o way! What's if
he finds out?"


"On the contrare... He complimented me on it tasting `different', but he
liked it!"


Now it got Ari laughing.


Then Talvin butts in, saying, "I got a chair."


"Not from..." Ari inferred the gay-haters.


Boldly Talvin boasts, "Walked right up to them and took it!" Nodding to
Gino, "They don't own it anyway!"


"That's right!" Gino replies. "Hmm-m-m..."


The two watch as Gino goes for a quick getaway, Ari asking, "Where are you
going?"


"Making sure Brad and goons aren't putting their grubby boots on my
chairs!"


Talvin says, "I've had this feeling for awhile and I'm not sure, but I think
Gino is gay?"


Not afraid to hide anything now, Ari replies, "I know for a fact he is!"


Talvin Kumar-Sharma is one of the most intelligent guys in the high school
and it isn't tough to assemble the facts, "And how would you know?"


Incognito, there in the small hallway which houses the entrances to the mens
and ladies jons and kitchen door, Ari begins to share information he's had
bottled up in his brain for the past year, "I had my first man-on-man gay
experience with Gino."


With disappointment, Talvin replies, "Oh man you're so lucky!"


"Yeah, I am," Ari says, thinking back over the first time, which amounted to
a lot of kissing, stripping and oral sex.


It was on the tip of Talvin's tongue, so he went for it, "Like how far did
you go?"


It tickled Ari to tell, because this was the first person he was telling his
`sex-tales' to, "First time it was a lot of touching and kissing. I didn't
taste cock. Gino handled me really nice and soft."


"Did you fuck him?"


Chuckling, Ari replies, "Not the first time."


"Second? Third?" Talvin pressed for info.


"Actually," Ari scratched his head, a nervous reaction, sheepishly saying,
"my first fuck wasn't with Gino, but with one of the guys from Gino's
dorm."


"You had an orgy?"


"At the time, six guys in the room, I wasn't thinking of it in that way, but
after all the sucking and fucking going on, I did remark to myself I had
been through my first orgy."


"How many guys did you fuck?"


"Ass or throat?"


"Any!" Talvin replied, with glee.


Ari could see all this talk was turning Talvin on, but it wasn't exactly
keeping his own nads tame, "I lost my first two loads down two guys'
throats, third guy I fucked his ass and another guy I came on his chest."


"Incredible!" Talvin called it. "How long a period of time did it take to
shoot four loads?"


"Started in the afternoon, but then a couple of guys came in with some beer
and we partied in between. Gino and me left around three in the morning. We
were wasted!"


Talking about it, Ari had to readjust his jeans. Seeing him do it, Talvin
had the inclination he better do the same, but he also had it on his mind,
"Do you think you can show me some gay stuff sometime, Ari?"


They were on the same basketball team, had changed in the same lockerroom,
though Ari had been careful not to have the intended guy he focused on, nor
another see him checking his fellow athlete out. With the clothing on, Ari
already knew Talvin to have a tanned shade of skin, but stripped naked, a
black trail shoot down his bod, it connecting to a thick, dark mass of pubic
hair, which sometimes made his softened cock tough to see, as well as his
balls. Other than those, the most important features, Talvin had the same
dark hair on his forearms, legs and light covering over his baby-ass. He
cannot remember Talvin not having a light shadow on his face, especially
resembling a well-kept stache and goatee. Tossing the idea proposed by
Talvin around in his mind, he had a want and a desire and it not being
something new to him, meeting up with a total stranger, he replies, "Sure.
When?"


"After we have pizza soon enough?" Ari replies.


"Yeah. Cool. Thanks!"


Gino comes back with a big grin on his face.


"What?" Ari asks, based on words he left with him.


Almost laughing as he said it, Gino replies, "First off, Brad finished off
the whole pitcher of lemonade `and' he kind of got ticked off by me telling
him to keep his feet off the chair, so he left."


"Did his goons go with him?" Ari suspected.


"No actually and I was like whacked out of my gourd when Greg and Todd
defied him, took their feet off the chair rungs and stayed!"


Talvin volunteers, "Looks like Brad's friends are dropping like flies!"


Gino says, "Eh, he could probably care less, it being almost graduation. And
oh, by the way, your friends got tired of waiting for you and decided to
change their order to `take out'."


Ari and Talvin look at each other and smile.


"Um, did I miss something?" Gino asks.


Ari replies, "Can I borrow the key to your dorm room?"


Cocking his head, Gino replies ostentatiously, "You already `have' a key to
my room!" But he doesn't direct all his attention towards Ari!


"Too bad you're too busy making pizza!"


It was a hint, Gino taking it, calling over, "Antonio!"


"Yeah Tony?"


"Get out of the waiter outfit. You're kitchen help now!" Gino takes off his
apron and hands it to Antonio.


Putting all ends together, Antonio didn't say it, but knew where Gino was
headed off to. Someday, he thought about it a thousand times, he would tell
Gino how much he enjoyed having him as an employer!


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