Date: Thu, 23 Jun 2011 20:30:28 -0400
From: TC McPhee <survivalgame.tcmcp@gmail.com>
Subject: RiNG DaNG DoO 06

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
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RiNG DaNG DoO 06

WriTten by T. Chase McPhee


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"Do I smell `Italian'?"


They were enjoying a nice, home-cooked meal, Michael promising Ari hours
prior, when both, upon hearing the familiar voice, glance across the table
to each other and say amiable responses, "Gino?"


Waltzing right in to the private get together, Gino exclaims as he seats
himself at the kitchen table, "Mm-m-m, what perfect timing?"


As Gino grabs Michael's dessert fork and stabs at the red sauce-laden bowl,
Michael is looking at Ari, saying, "Remind me next time to lock the front
door?"


It went right over Gino's head, him helping himself, to thinking nothing of
stealing Michael's plate right out from under his nose and with his fingers,
releases the sausage off the tip of the fork.


"Um, Gino," Ari says in a disgusted manner, "like, Michael just used that
plate to eat off of?"


"Fork's clean, right?" Gino says, spiffing it off with his lips,  then going
harpooning for another sausage. "Oh shit, Michael! This sauce is like so
much better than our family recipe. It's not from a jar, is it?"


"No Gino. I made it with these two hands," Michael holds up both his arms,
opening his hands, "from `my' family recipe?"


To corroborate, Ari says, "And I watched. Trust me, there's nothing
artificial about Michael's sauce."


Looking at it from a different perspective, Gino replies, "Only Michael's
`sauce?'" Again he licks the fork. Then, being the slob Gino can be, the
Italian reaches over the table for some garlic bread, moaning, "Uh oh!"


While Gino checks out the underside of his white sleeve, Ari scolds, "Gino,
you're a fuckin' slob!"


When he first came in, Gino noticed the dinner attire, Ari with the shirt on
he wore down the catwalk at the fashion show, only it parted down the
middle. As for Michael, he wore, "I always liked you a ribbed tee, Michael,"
and switching attention to Ari, Gino says, "Doesn't it give Michael's pecs
some hard definition?"


Having already seen those nice, hairy pecs up close, Ari knew, but declined
to reveal it, "Sure does Gino."


Carrying on, Gino switches his head back to Michael, "Just look at those
perky nips. Makes ya wanna..." Gino reaches to his right, poking Michael's
ribbed top in just the right place.


Almost slapping the fork out of Gino's hand, Michael shouts, "You get that
away from my nip!"


"Violence, Michael?"


Trying to be funny, Ari says, "You're lucky Michael didn't go for the
sausage in your lap, Gino!"


"Yeah," Gino replies a strange manner, locking eyes with Michael, "wouldn't
that be sumpthin'!"


Knowing there was a missing link here, Ari asks, "Somebody want to fill me
in?"


Michael had known, in his own sexual encounters with Gino, he and Ari have
had many adventures, by mentioning and `the stare', it put the pressure on
him to reveal, "It wasn't anything more than two curious guys
experimenting."


Trying to leave it at that, Ari pressed for more, because now he was the
curious one, "And what would that experiment entail?"


Gino stole the rest of Michael's glass of wine, chugged it, laughed and
said, "Nothing much. I got a little drunk and then did what drunk guys do,
stoopid stuff."


"Which was?"


Michael was sweating it, the twenty-five year old psych professor not
wanting to get off on the wrong foot with Ari, especially when they were
having a sweet evening dinner and all. Rather than have Gino explain things
in a difficult perspective, Michael shot out with, "It was innocent play,
really. Gino wanted me to play with his balls, so that's what I did. Nothing
to be concerned with."


None of this had ever happened in the times Ari had sex with Gino or his
friends, him pressing for details, "Oh really?" he turns to Gino, "And what
stuff did Michael do to your balls, I would guess, to make you hard, Gino?"


By now Gino was feeling a little giddy, seeing Michael treating the subject
lightly. Now, he figured things had gone in a different direction, so he
tries to hide it as much as possible, "Oh nothing much. Ya see, Michael ties
my sneaker laces around my balls and dropped the sneaker off the edge of the
bed!"


Probably expecting Ari to get up from the table pronto, button up and leave,
Michael was whacked out of his gourd when Ari replies, "Sounds like fun.
What else did you do?"


Two things crossed Michael's mind. First, was Ari really interested in how
he tied Gino's balls up and did more than let them stretch away from his
pubic region, or was Ari probing, trying to find out if they did more than
some innocent ball-play?


He was happy when Gino replied, "That's all!"


"Did you like it?" Ari fires off a question, like an Anderson Cooper
interview.


Because Gino didn't want to admit he liked the association of pleasure and
pain, "I was like totally drunk out of my skull. Um, what's for dessert?"
Taking a napkin, Gino opened it and cleaned his whole lower face like he had
one the size of the whole table cover!


"What?" Michael asks, like he's being interrogated by two pairs of eyes.


He expected something on the lines of the subject matter of `restrained
balls', but instead, Ari simply asks, "What's for dessert?"


Glancing up at the clock on the kitchen wall, Gino gasps, "Oh shit! Is that
going on eight o'clock?"


He didn't even wait for a reply, Gino jumping out of his seat, "I've got a
hot orgy going on over at Graysin House. The frathouse is hosting two
`major' stars from `Raging Scorion Studio'. Wanna come?"


Turned down, Gino gulped down Ari's glass of wine and hightailed it out of
there.


Michael dwell on Ari's reasoning for not attending the frathouse orgy, "So
you really want to see how it feels to have your balls put in traction?"


Ari replies, "Maybe. When you get me drunk enough?"


Smiling, Michael picks up the bottle of wine and refills Ari's glass.


They had two more glasses of wine apiece, but nothing to make them wildly
drunk. A bit light-headed, yes, enough for Ari to suggest, "I'd like to try
something."


Right now, the evening at home without thoughts of playing solitaire,
Michael replies, "Right now I'm up for just about anything!"


Looking around the kitchen, Ari asks, "You got a bedroom around here
someplace?"


Collecting two fresh glasses and a bottle, Michael replies, "Someplace."


"I'll carry that!" Ari says, grasping the bottle by the neck, taking a sip
off the top.


"Keep going," Michael jokes as he leaves the kitchen for the stairway, "and
I'll have you so drunk, it'll be a cinch to tie off your balls!"


Right now, the nineteen year old wasn't feeling much inhibition. His balls
were already churning and though he didn't have an idea of what the
implications of a lace tied tightly around a guy's sacs, if it cut off the
flow or cum or not, wasn't a part of his rational thinking. By the time he
got to the top of the bi-level stairway, he had taken four hits off the top
of the bottle.


What Gino hadn't picked up on, were the two sitting at the table, the only
thing clothing their bods, the ribbed tee  shirt on Michael, the
long-sleeved button down on Ari's shoulders, except parted down the middle.
So, when they hit the bedroom, it was easy as pizza pie to strip their tops
off. Immediately Ari plunged backwards into the king-sized bed, "Oh nice!"
He followed up with the chaser, "Oh shit!" Before he could upright the
bottle of wine, he had doused his own chest with it.


Running to his rescue, Michael says, "I've got it!" Straight up the middle
of Ari's legs, Michael makes a beeline, like a dog in heat. His intentions
were to do something unfound, like sticking his tongue out and licking up
wine, but his foot slipped, his chest slapping right down on Ari's
splattering the wine up against the teen's chin. "Hmm," Michael changes
plan, "I wonder how it tastes!"


Not much more of the wine would go into their stomachs. As Michael goes to
town on Ari's lips, he reciprocates, placing his arms around Michael. Wine
escaped from the bottle, a tsunami cascading down Michael's back.


"Oh-h-h-h-h!" Michael did half a pushup, arching his back, separating their
chests.


Instead of apologizing for wetting both them and the bed, Ari laughs his ass
off, remarking, "Bet it feels good lubing up your ass!"


"Hm-m-m," Michael replies, tensing his glutes, since he did happen to feel
the wine run into the crack. Staring right into Ari's eyes, sensing the true
meaning of Ari's words, Michael replies, "Forget it!"


Daring, Ari accepting Michael's vocal thought as a challenge. "Cool!" he
yells out, laughing and with pent up emotion, knocks Michael right off him,
to the side.


Sensing a duel, Michael pushes himself back up. He wore a gymbod, but Ari,
in this state of frenzy made him the loser.


Pinning Michael's wrists to the bed, some of Ari's fervor, the human, not
sexual, wore down some. "Remember what I said about fucking a guy I liked?"


Though the words were somewhat different and more subdued, Michael replies,
"I remember."


"I `really' like you and... I'm feeling `really' horny!" He laughs.


Michael could have taken Ari right there, since the teen had released one
hand to prove a point, the other hand firming up his nine inch cork. The
right formula was there for not only Ari to feel incredibly horny, but the
bod of the teen, the smell of man-sweat, haze of wine and the feeling of
pressed flesh was enough to make any man surrender, Michael recalling his
line, "I'm yours..."


"For whatever I want!" Ari cuts him off, yodeling with evil laughter.


This would be a first for both, Ari finding a sneaker on the floor, pulling
the white lace out.


"What are you going to do?" Michael asks, without worry.


"Give us both what we want!"


Michael, his back to the mattress, crooked his chin to his chest, checking
out what Ari was doing with the lace. He could tell Ari was semi-wasted,
well he knew it five minutes ago, but reality really dawned watching Ari
grab up his own balls and tie the lace around it, like a noose around a
dying man's neck. "Um, what are you doing?"


"What does it look like I'm doing, dah?" Ari asks, laughing. Next second,
Ari sighs, "Oh-h-h-h shit did that hurt!" However, `feeling' overpowered the
physically painful part, inducing laughter once again.


It was confirmed by Michael. Ari was drunk out of his skull, strangling his
big balls, grimacing in pain and then laughing it off. Strange thing,
Michael himself should have returned with sorrow over the globes appearing
larger and Ari's painful reaction, but instead he found himself laughing as
if responding to a joke!


"Next!"


Michael lost his smile and humor, "What do you mean `next?'"


It was the wine, making Ari lose it, answering Michael with some sweet
action. He sat on Michael's thighs, which could have been uncomfortable for
both, cutting off some vital circulation. However, the contrasting effect,
the closeness of their pubes, Ari slipping onto his knees, moving up so his
balls were snug right against Michael's balls, "Ready or not!"


He laughed again, taking Michael's balls in his hand and looped the same
sneaker string around and around, tying them off in a way he wasn't sure of,
only that he could tug his own balls and they would not become unfastened
from Michael's glob of nuts. "Now we'll both find out!"


"Find out what?" Michael asks.


Giggling, Ari set about the first part of his experiment, seeing how durable
a man's balls are, by leaning over and taking a lick off the top of
Michael's tall stalk.


"Oh fuck yeah, torture me!" Michael yelled, the mixing of the pleasure point
of his mancock and the tug on his balls from Ari's head bending on his neck
to lick.


Later Ari would wonder why he laughed through the whole ordeal, sucking
Michael right down to the base of his hard shaft, then, since he couldn't
get their balls untied for the moment, took the alternate plan out, bringing
both shafts together in one hand, sometimes Michael pitching in, but it was
Ari's hand providing the intense pumping action, rubbing their two cocks
together until their sweet cream mixed, glazing over Michael's hairy
stomach.


Sometime in the middle of the night, about two hours after they creamed
themselves, their balls hurting like hell, when Ari had to take a leak, they
both awoke with a vengence.


"Oh-h-h! Oh shit-I-gotta-take-a-leak... my achin' balls!"


Fortunately Michael had a pair of toenail clippers in the nightstand.


"No-o-o-o-o-o!" Ari whined out loud.


"What a wimp!" Michael called Ari. After some more whining about being
careful, Michael badgers, "You're such a gurl!"


As the cord snapped, freeing them up, Ari took off for the jon, yelling,
"Just in-n-n-n-n-n-ti-i-i-ime!"


Michael smiled upon hearing the dirge of water in the toilet. Same time, he
was massaging his balls, thinking how sweet the come session was, Ari
falling forward, their cream cementing their chests together and now... "Now
what?" he thought, not thinking about when Ari came from the jon, but `now',
like in the rest of the summer. He had made a personal vow `not' to get
involved in any guy, upon coming to this small town to set up teaching at
the local community college. He smiles, thinking how easy it took to break
his promise, it starting with a simple slice of pizza at Gino's family
restaurant and now attending the local high school fashion show. Next on his
mind was whether he should stop it now or...


Ari steps from the jon, towel wrapped around waist, saying, "Do I look sexy
or what?" He leaned on the doorway, an arm out-stretched, as if intently
showing off his dark-haired pit.


`On boy!' Michael thinks to himself, gazing upon the hot teen, with such
thought-provoking words. He already knew what was hiding under the towel,
but the clean look gave new definition to his mindful thoughts.


For a psychology professor, his mind should have been more alert, Ari
dropping the pose and saying the obvious, "Is that your phone I hear
ringing?"


"Oh my phone! My phone! Oh yeah, my phone!" Michael scrambles, jumping out
of bed and digging through his pants pockets for the damn thing!


It's then Ari says, with induced shame, "My phone," he presses a button.


In less than a minute, Ari had the whole scoop, closing out the call and
telling Michael, "Party's over at Graysin Hall. The cops showed up and told
them they were two noisy."


Sarcastically, fondly his sticky pubes, Michael replies, "Tsk! Tsk! I bet
Gino was right in the middle of a hot fuck too. Damn shame!"


Ari trailed Michael off to the shower, explaining, "Who knows, but what he
was calling for, is the two porno actors from `Raging Scorpion Studio' have
taken the party over to Scorpion's mansion and wanted to know if we wanted
to go?"


Immediately Michael bats back with, "I dunno. I'm a prestigious figure now
at the community college?"


As he turned on the shower, Ari replies, "Yeah, I've thought about that
too."


"About what?" Michael was in the dark.


Ari explains it, "My father, Ivan Carp, he's like this really successful
industrialist and my mom, a famous poet and writer, with a Phd from New York
University, but I told them a long time ago I have to me."


"Let me guess," Michael asks, based on experience, "when you came out to
them?"


"Yeah," Ari looks at him like, `how did he know?'.


"So, who's your famous mother," Michael asks, stepping into the shower.


Ari thinking nothing of joining him, carries on, "Jada In'am?"


"Jada In'am? You're the son of `thee' Jada In'am?"


Because he's heard the same reaction from people for most of his life,
especially from just about every official from Buckley Devereau Community
College he came in contact with by way of registering and interviews, Ari
treats it as nothing, "Get over it, okay?"


Tail end of his adoration for the author, as Michael passes the cake of soap
to his pubes, "My colleagues and I `adore' your mother's works."


"That's nice," Ari replies nonchalantly, "here, let me get that!"


Still stunned, shocked by the son of a prolific author in the same shower as
himself, Michael is slow to turn over the soap.


"Gino says if we don't get there in a half hour, forget it."


"What?"


Ari shakes his hand, forcing the soap out of Michael's hand. "Turn around."


"You're not going to try anything `funny', are you?"


"Shut up. Soap makes good lube!"


Michael turned and when it was Ari's turn to pirouette, Michael got the same
wisecrack back.


"It's going to be sweet, scrubbing this back every morning."


Ari just smiled. Michael was kind of fun and shacking up with him for the
school year might not be half bad.


Five minutes more and they were out of the shower. Ari hadn't anything but
the same old shirt from the fashion show, minus the one button, when Michael
decided to force-strip him. However, Michael's beefy build didn't fit Ari's
lanky form, so he just wore what he came in.


Pulling up to the Scorpion Mansion, they were a little past the half hour
specified by Gino. Instead of a `push button' and talking to someone, a
small glassed house sat at the side of a thick and tall wrought iron gate.
The two were very much surprised by not a young dude stepping from the
booth, but rather a guy looking to be in his mid to late forties.


Obviously, they had caught him reading his favorite porn novel, a thumb
closed in the page he left off. Sightseers were common, so suspicion was
always in the back of the security guards mind. "Yes?"


Michael didn't reply fast enough, Ari leaning over and saying, "I'm Ari Carp
and this is..."


Because Michael wanted to remain incognito, he cuts in, "Mike, and we're
here to see our friend, Gino?"


He kept staring at Ari, scratching his beard, then finally addresses the
nineteen year old, "I've seen you somewhere before."


"Oldest cliche in the book, buddy," Michael says. He was a psychologist. He
knew these things.


"Is that so?" his attention suddenly drops Ari. Focusing up on Michael,
"So," he checks out Michael, as much as he could see, him sitting in the
car, "what's your business here?"


"Gino called and said to come over."


"I don't know any `Gino'?"


Ari relaxed in his seat. He had the strong feeling he was no longer of
interest!


"He's inside, at the party, they came over here from Graysin House, when the
party got too loud? Two of your models invited them and now we're here?"


"Hm-m-m," he checks Michael out more thoroughly. "Maybe if I call up the
main house you can talk to somebody."


Ari fell asleep in the car, Michael taken eons in the small booth.


Finally, he hears the car door slam shut, jarring him awake, "What's up?"


Fixing his hair in the mirror above his seat, Michael pertly advises, "Hey,
y'know what?"


"What?" Ari yawns.


"Donal Canari, the security guard. No wonder he recognised you."


"Me?" Ari, eyes glassy, still in the yawning stages.


"That book he had in his hand, was of your mother's poems. Did you know your
picture is in the book?"


Filling Michael in, Ari reports, "My picture is in `all' my mother's books.
She worshipped me."


"And how does that make you feel?"


"What're ya doing, using that psychoanalysis shit on me?"


"No. Just curious," Michael replied, though he seriously thought there was
an issue here, but allowed the subject to die.


"So what of Canary?"


Michael relaxes, smiles, "Such an intelligent man. Handsome too."


Probing, because he knew he was asleep for some time, comparing his nap on
the dashboard clock, before and after, "Tight?"


"Getting kind of personal are we?"


Suddenly the wrought iron gate swung open, Michael giving Donal a wave.


Ari starts singing, `Bad Romance'.


"What's that about?" Michael asks, weaving slowly up a tree and bush lane.


"Are you going to tell Canary..."


"Donal."


"Pardon me," Ari says with attitude, "are you going to tell Donal we jerked
off with our balls tied together?"


Knowing where this was going, Michael kind of hoped Ari would understand,
because he found the forty-four year old security dude much to his liking,
"I'm sorry Ari."


"No problem," Ari shucked it off. "I probably shouldn't be dating my college
psychology professor anyway!"


"Class lists don't come out until the fall. How did you..."


Ari giggles, saying, "I have clout, remember?"


There was something agitated before in Ari referring to his mother, but now
his response was jovial, as if a bout for her, but at two o'clock in the
morning, this wasn't the time for putting on his `shrink' cap!


"Whoaa, nice!" Ari comments about the length of the mansion, more than his
eyes can take in, in the dark. Right at the front door, several steps away
actually, he steps from the vehicle. Hearing the motor still running, Ari
ducks his head back in the car, "Aren't you coming?"


On a sad note, Michael says, "Donal gets off duty right about now. He asked
if I wanted to get some breakfast with him."


"I see," Ari replies and seeing the writing on the wall, "but I want you to
know our `hangman game' is under wraps. Nobody needs to know about it,
except us!"


Michael smiled because Ari smiled, him replying, "Thanks. I would appreciate
that Ari."


"Well okay. See ya around."


Door closed, Michael yells, "See you in class!" However, he was hoping it
would not be the whole summer before seeing Ari again, that they could still
remain friends.


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