Date: Tue, 7 Nov 2006 11:42:00 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: "STRIPEs" 11

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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"STRIPEs" 11
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

"Sorry I'm late!"

Leaping into the diningroom, I traveled around the
table, to my usual place-setting, a short stop to peck
him `mom' on the cheek.

"That's a first!"

"What?" I questioned Mark.

"Showing such affection to mom?"

"Oh. I've done it before. What's the big deal?"

"Um," Mark heckled me, "last time, I think it had been
about six years ago?"

"Bull..." I stopped short of the curse. "Um, I mean I
prolly did it after that."

I looked over to the matriarch of the Garrison family.

"Didn't I?"

"Sure you have," she replied.

"See?" I told Mark off.

She added, belated, "Once a year, on Christmas day,"
then smartly tickled us with `teenage talking', "Dah!"

For mom to act like `one of us', made us laugh our
asses off.

Dad commented, "Talk like them and soon you'll start
feeling like them!"

Mark threw in, "Just don't think about dressing like
us, okay mom?"

"I don't know," she was on a roll, moving her hair so
the long length swayed back and forth, "I thought
maybe I'd add some red highlights?"

"I'll disown you!" Junior, now fifteen, blurted out.

Adding fuel to the firestorm of laughter, helped to
erase questions regarding my tardiness to dinner.
However, later, as Mark and I readied ourselves for
bed, `somebody' didn't forget.

"So," he asked, as our bare bodies nestled together,
in the full-sized bed, "why `were' you late for
dinner?"

>From lying on my back, usually the first position I
take up, when getting into bed, I turned to my side,
my head sitting on my right palm, my elbowed pressing
against my pillow. My left arm fell over my bod. I had
a new sense of renewal and excitement.

"If you hadn't asked me, I think I would have burst!"

"So?"

Male-to-male, Mark in the same position, facing me, I
rattled off the after school activity.

"He weaseled out of fibbing about how he `couldn't
ride a surfboard'...."

"I'd call it lying, but go ahead."

"No, but you see, Aldo really never made it with a guy
and he said he used that to get to me."

"I don't know, Sean. Sounds kind of sinister to me. A
hunk like Aldo an ignoramus? Yeah, sure."

"He's not chearp, that's for sure.  He bought me a
Coconut Frosty, then we went back to... oh shit, you
should see this place! The guy's a millionaire... well
at least his Uncle Sep is."

"Really?"

But, Mark wasn't too interested in the multi-layered
beach home, nor the unique furnishings. His mind, cock
and balls had been set on other details.

"So, what about you and Aldo? He take you to his room
and get it on?"

"No, none of that stuff happened. In fact, don't tell
mom, but his Uncle Sep had stuff called `finger
foods', which kinda filled me up."

"Oh? Didn't look like it at dinner."

"Do I look overly full?"

I thought my stomach did. I know Mark fibbed, telling
me the dark, faint stripe down my stomach, looked more
curved, outwardly.

"Who cares? What else happened?"

"Nothing. Well, until Uncle Sep's lover showed up."

"He's gay too?"

"Yup."

Then the subject changed.

Looking at my hands on activity, Mark mentions,
"Playing with yourself there, Sean?"

By now, I had finished tweaking my own nip.

"Oh, something Coach Hanson does. I took notice, then
it came to me how he's always feeling up his own bod."

As happened this morning, at my locker, my free hand
made contact with my stomach, rubbing up my chest.

"Oh this. Yeah, a subconscious thing, I suppose."

I stopped. I had to laugh, as purposely, Mark places
his hand on his own stomach and rubs it up and down,
over his teen pecs.

"It's okay," he commented, as if on a mediocre opinion
of a movie.

"So, you want to hear the rest of it?"

"There's more?"

By this chapter of my afternoon excursion down the
beach, my hand had planed down my stomach, to the
place of no return, scuffing over the rather advanced
traces of fur under my navel. I fell over on my back,
my arm going over my eyes, as I shut them, picturing
the moment.

"We went out to the patio. Real cool view of the
ocean."

"Forget the ocean, Sean. Get to the meaty part!"

I lifted my arm, looked at him.

"You know what I mean" he told me, grinning.

Smiling, I assumed the position, in the darkened
theater of my closed eyes.

"Nothing much happened. We sat there, kissed some,
talked, kissed some more. The usual, putting our hands
under each other's shirt......."

Interrupted, not by words, but rather my hand released
from my erected shaft, replaced by a wet mouth, I
exited my private darkroom and looked up. Smiling, I
recovered from the light, recalling facts once more.

"It was hot! I felt like a king, Aldo offering up the
lounge chair," I replied.

Stopping momentarily, I had to get in a few breaths,
his tongue traveling up and down my teen shaft. Felt
real good, Mark not disappointing me, with his hot
technique of `blow-jobbing'!

"So?"

"No, don't stop!"

Like usual it wasn't the top controlling the bottom.

"So, we lay there. He kissed my chest, then went to my
lips."
I paused.

"That's it? He didn't suck you off?"

"Nope."

"How boring!"

I don't know what struck me. Friendship, these last
few years of good sex with Mark, but a sudden lust
overtook me. Call it insane, but I sat halfway up,
slid my hands under his armpits, pulled him off my
cock and slapped him down in the bed on his back.
Turning towards him, I went to work on his lips.
"Whooooooa! What the hell was that for?"

I lay there for an unknown period of time. Seconds? A
full minute? I wasn't counting, as I gazed into his
face, looked down deep into his soul. As if something
was wrong with what I did, I flipped back over onto my
back. Mark followed, resting on his side, as when we
first fell into bed.

"So, what's up with you Sean?"

I lay there, my hands behind my head, the dark pockets
of pit hair showing.

"I dunno. Why does love have to be so complicated?"

"Did you mention love?"

I did mention it, didn't I? I looked over to him,
totally serious about what I revealed. I had a tough
time singling out Aldo, when it came to whom I cared
for, loved most in this world.

"Yeah," I frankly admitted, turning from his gaze,
looking down my body.

My hand fell from behind my head, to my stomach. With
my index finger, I ran it up and down the stripe
extending from the midchest fuzz to my navel.

"I...." Mark started, but stopped.

"What?" I asked, my finger frozen in place, over my
navel, looking to him.

Almost blushing, he looked down at the sheet, picking
at it.

"Y'know, when we first met, after we told each other
about liking each other...I also felt something more.
Know what I mean, Sean?"

He looked up, directly into my eyes, as if telling me
it was `my turn'.

Smirking, I replied to my bed companion, "Yeah. Me
too. And...."

His eyes, the look on his face beckoned for me to
continue.

"I did feel more. I still......"

Not being able to hold back my true feelings, I leaned
into Mark, kissing him on the forhead. My hands
couldn't contain themselves, wanting to have him near
me. I wanted his skin to touch my skin. Our bodies
touching, feeling the electricity we so many times
felt. I don't know how long we went at it, kissing,
our bodies pressed together, sliding around each
other, as we made sweaty love. All I remember, before
falling into a deep sleep, is how hard I fucked him,
before releasing my pent up balls into his ass chute.

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The next morning, things went on as usual, getting
into the shower, drying off, dressing for school.
"So, what about last night, Sean?"

"What about it?"

Both of us stood there, at the jon mirror, trying to
make sure our hair was perfect. Suddenly, picking up
on Mark, stopped from fixing himself, his face shone
with dissapointment. In the midst of spiking the
front, I halted my actions, staring into the mirror
and at him.

"What's the matter now?" I asked, turning towards him.

"Nothing."

"Bullshit," I wasn't reluctant to say. "C'mon. Tell."

"Last night. I thought we had a special moment, Sean."

"We did."

"So, now you act as if it wasn't anything."

I smiled, putting my hands on his torso.

"Like I've always told you, Mark. You'll have a
special place in my heart."

Then came the warning voice of `breakfast is ready'.
At the breakfast table, mom asked, "Something wrong,
honey?"

That's the nick mom always called Mark, when she
sensed something amiss.

"No. I... I didn't sleep good last night."

She looked at me.

"Oh, I slept fine," shrugging my shoulders when mom
nodded to me, gesturing `what's wrong?'
Our regular walk, up Horizon, then turning onto
Coronado, went as always, except for the silent
treatment. It became my turn to swing around in an
`about face'.

"I don't care if we're late. What's up, Mark?"

"Nothing. I told you."

He walked around me, but I reached in the back of his
jeans, grasped the beltline and pulled him back.
"You're not leaving my sight until you talk! This is
about last night, isn't it?"

He nodded `yes'. I wasn't sure what to do. As in the
past, when something bothered Mark, we talked it out.
Today he was being uncooperative. Also, lots of times
I gave in, but this was different.

"Mark, I don't know what to tell you."

In actuality, I wanted to say `I love you', but I also
had feelings for Aldo. I needed to think on it.

"Okay. I'll talk to you at lunch."

My mind wasn't on math, nor english. Even my diving
was off.

"Sloppy Garrison."

"Yeah, okay."

Most likely, my attitude, to Coach Hanson, had been
equal to Mark's solemn responses, when I tried to get
him to open up.

"Not okay."

I looked up into his face.

"Either you can tell me what's bugging you or you can
hit the track!"

I thought about his threat briefly, knowing it was hot
out. In here it wasn't air-conditioning cold, but at
least swimming provided a dousing now and then, to get
the sweat off.

"Okay. Um, I...."

"Boy trouble?"

"You know?"

"Get off it Garrison. I've known you are gay since
your freshman year."

"You did? How come you didn't mention it?"

"It's my business to keep the swim team running. It's
none of my business if you like boys or... you know
what I mean."

I thought it the perfect opporunity, since we are
sharing deep, inner secrets, to ask.

"Are you?"

"I think that's my business."

"No fair!" I contested.

He smiled at me.

"I think you know."

"Can I ask you something, Coach?"

"Sure. As long as they are the `right' questions."

"Have you..."

"I don't like it already, but go ahead."

We sat on the wooden bleechers, where spectators
normally park their butts, during swimming
competitions. He leaned back, positioning his elbows
on the next rank of seats.

"Have you ever made it with a student?"

"I knew I wasn't going to like it."

Sitting there, for ten seconds, it was dead silence.

"Well?" I bullied him.

"I don't like the question. Let's move on."

"Okay."

I'm not sure what was happening. As with Mr. Martin,
Gary, I started to get this `uppity' tone.

"So, have you ever had sex with any of your students?"

"Um, maybe."

His normal, coarse manner of speaking, sank to a low
pitch. I had my answer already, but wanted to hear him
say it.

"So?"

He looked deeply at me, getting flustered by the
second.

"Yeah. Okay. So I have."

"Rob Lassiter?"

"I'm not answering anymore questions."

However, I had a different angle of approach.

"I'll tell, if you tell!"

After my `dare', I kind of thought about it, not
wanting to reveal my thoughts.
"You've had sex with a teacher?"

"You, first," I told him.

Swallowing, he replied, "Yes. It was Rob Lassiter."

"So, you let him control you?"

"How do you know anything about `that'?"

"I know. So, is it true?"

"We've had some fun."

I recalled Mark, dumping his bag of toys on the bed.
My question continued, based on what the bag held.

"Did he whip you with his flogger?"

"Um...."

"Put some clamps on your nips?"

"Um....."

He was pathetic, but at the same time, I gloated, at
my alpha endurance.

"Did he tie you up?"

"Um, maybe."

"Maybe?"

"Yeah, okay. He did all those things."

Coach Hanson was getting a jolt out of my
interrogation. As he still leaned back, I had the
whole front of him in view. He figeted around, but
couldn't hide the fact something was expanding in his
crotch. I decided to come clean, based on how I
perceived his feeling to be at this moment in time.

"You like it when I badger you, don't you?"

"Maybe."

"You like it when a student tells you to do stuff,
don't you?"

"Um..."

I looked where he gazed. At this point, we both knew
about the rise in his pants.

"Is this the relationship you had with Rob?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

To me, it was a game, to see how far I could go.

"Yes......sir?"

I then cracked up, laughing my ass off.

"I sure had you convinced, didn't I coach?"

The thing is, he wasn't laughing!

"A crying shame, that's what it is, Sean."

I lost my grin, wondering what Coach Hanson was
driving at. I figured, the best understanding to be
had, was to just go with the flow.

"Very good? Me?"

"Indeed. Take some lessons from Lassiter?"

It then struck me, how coach viewed me.

"I've seen him play."

Then, as if one of my peers, coach responds, "Cool!"

"Cool, huh?"

"Maybe you and I could have some fun, Garrison?"

"Nope. Not into it."

"Yeah, right."

There's only one reason Coach Hanson would say
something like that. I told him I'd better get back to
practice. My cock was almost falling out of my
speedos. Good thing I was the only one, besides coach,
in the swimming area.

"C'mon Sean... shower!"

Even though it felt good, being wet down by water,
instead of grueling sweat, I needed to get the
chlorine off of my skin. A coupla times I opted out,
my clothes reeking of the pool chemical, for the rest
of the day.

"Be right there."

I hadn't even realised, coach flew the coop!

"Owwch!"

"Cut it out, Tony!"

I'm not sure where it came from, but the voice of
authority wasn't from Coach Hanson, for a change.
Plus, I felt I should stand up for Mark, getting his
ass whipped by a towel. Sometimes, not that I'm a
prude, but rough-housing like this, could lead to a
guy getting a lacerated eyeball, or other balls!

"Who died and left you in charge, Garrison?"

Again, out of a figment of my imagination, came, "Did
I say I was in charge, Tony?"

My question caught him off guard.

"Um, no... but...."

"Then leave Mark alone before I whip your butt til
it's as red as a hot tamale!"

"Go, Sean."

I didn't accept anyone's praise or lauds for myself,
standing up to Tony. Instead, I remained cool, calm
and collective.

"Next time you fight your own battles," I told Mark,
but knew I'd got to bat for him anytime.

"I owe ya."

"Yeah, right."

I went to ditch my speedo in my locker and in no time,
reported to the showers.

"Don't go in there, Sean."

"Hinton barf again?"

"No, much worse."

"Look, I've gotta shower. This chlorine is like caked
on my skin."

Mark stepped to the right, when I did, to the left. He
stepped to the left, purposely blocking my entry to
the showers, as if walking up Coronada Blvd.

"Okay, what's up?"

"Hee heee.... funny how we think of doing the same
thing, huh Sean?"

A big grin on Mark's face even made me more suspicious
of him hiding something.

"Move it!"

Now I was determined more now than ever, to look
around, as I made my way into the steamy room.
Normally, I wouldn't care much, except to check out
another guy's physique.

"I told you you shouldn't come in."

I had wandered through the shower `tunnel'. Nothing
seemed weird, so I journeyed to the jon. Man, was I
livid!

"Aldo, what the fuck you doing?"

Much to my dismay, but right on target, there stood
Aldo, his hand in the pot... rather his cock, up
Greg's ass!

"I can explain. It do not look like it is!"

Pulling out, his 7c was covered in juices.

"It sure looks like `it' to me."

I didn't stick around. Walking through the showers, I
passed under one already turned on, being the extent
of a shower, absorbed in a cross mood.

"I told ya, didn't I Sean?"

I didn't even answer Mark, but kept going. Opening my
locker, I pulled my briefs on, even though my body was
soaking wet.

"Here, let me help."

"Haven't you helped enough, Mark?"

It was the wrong choice of words. A minute after I
used them, I realized it wasn't his fault. The guy was
just trying to help me out. With my shorts pulled up,
over my briefs, absorbing some of the moisture, I
planed my hair back with both hands.

`Well, here goes,' I prepped myself. Sitting there,
two benches away, Mark sat, a gloomy overcast. His
head bowed, he swatted a sock around, as if hitting an
insect. I heard guys in the other row of lockers, none
in sight. I took the opportunity to soothe the beast
within, putting my hands on both shoulders.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? It wasn't your fault that
Aldo...." My thoughts of being totally pissed
returned, then fled, as I thought about lashing out at
Mark.

"I know," he replied, solemn, low-keyed.

"I guess..." I finally faced the facts, "I suppose you
and me were meant to be together."

It didn't come out, as an apology. His head tilted to
the right, his cheek glued to my hand. If we had been
at home, I'm sure Mark would have kissed me. Well, at
least that's how I hoped he would feel.

"Are you meaning, like how you said last night? More
than boyfriends, Sean?"

"I think."

"Oh."

"Mark, I..."

On the verge of confession, Pete and Mike walked into
our aisle.

"What's this Garrison?"

Quickly, I made like I massaged Mark's shoulder.

"Mark has a sore muscle."

"Oh Okay."

"Whew!" they bought it.

Right now, I didn't want to be out. For Aldo, if he
wanted to be, then fine. I didn't want to be ridiculed
behind my back. Plus, they didn't stand by him, like
me, except for Greg. I always wondered why he wasn't
part of the inner circle.

"How come you didn't let them believe what they
thought, Sean?"

"Out? You crazy?"

"There's like four weeks of school left. What's the
big deal?"

He had a point there. We both dressed and headed for
our next class. Soon, the clock hit 2:45 and we left,
via the same route.

"You know, Mark, I think you may have a good idea."

"What' that?"

"Going out."

"Being out?"

"That's it, Letting the guys know I'm gay."

"Why?"

"Well, if anything, for practice."

He twirled around, blocking my path down Coronado.

"Practice, Sean? Practice for what?"

"Practice telling people we're gay."

"Oh, so now you're dragging me into this?"

"Was your idea, wasn't it?"

"I don't know."

He wasn't the only one unsure about where the idea
surfaced.

"It doesn't matter. How about it?"

"I guess we could. No harm, right?"

"Other than the guys would snub us."

Like me, at this point he didn't care. We continued
our descending walk.

"Sean, did you mean it when you said we should be
together?"

"Sure I did."

"Like you love me?"

"Do you love me?"

"You know I do."

"I love you too."

"We've got to make sure."

"How would we do that?" I asked him.

"By not going out with other guys... not looking at
them?"

"Think, Mark. What would not looking at another guy
prove?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Just don't fall in love
with any of them you look at, okay?"

I smiled, replying, "Sure."

Heading down the bent road, towards the beach, Mark
notices something I've tried to avoid.

"He's out there again."

"Who?"

I knew who, playing dumb.

"The surfing bum who cheated on you?"

I had thought it over a little, between then, when
Mark sprung on me the incident of Aldo, fucking one of
our gym classmates and now, looking upon the Italian,
on the crest of a wave.

"The way I look at it, we can still be friends."

Swerving around in front of me, Mark says, a little
pissed, "I thought you were forgetting about him,
Sean? What about you and I?"

"We're still.....together."

"I see."

He wasn't convinced.

"So, I'm the guy that's going to be around when some
guy dumps you, is that it?"

"No."

"I knew it wasn't real."

"What?"

"Your word. All those sweet things you said to me,
meaning you and I were an established couple again?"

He ran off, not towards the beach, instead, hanging a
right onto Horizon Drive, towards home. For me, I
thought, I better get my head screwed on straight.
More than confused, I wasn't sure whom I wanted.
Forgiving, I wanted Aldo, thinking up a millions lies,
as to why his cock had been plowing  another guy's
ass. Then again, my mind raced on, thinking of how
faithful Mark has been to me, most likely keeping up
the same vow of abstinence when it comes to sex with
other guys, pledging his heart and soul to me. I did
feel for him, but at the same time, as if I wanted to
be sure, I at least, for my own sanity, wanted to get
Aldo's side of the story.

"Hey, Aldo."

More than yesterday, Aldo scooped me up in his arms,
planting his lips on mine. As if repulsed, I pushed
him away, faster than the `jaws of life'.

"You like coconut frosty?"

Accepting, I found myself once again attracted to the
macho, Italian eighteen year old. Unlike yesterday, I
knew he could be sweet, plus I greeted him without the
shirt, the salt water giving his lightly haired chest
and chest a `greased down' look, which looked very
sexy.

"Aldo, I have something to ask you."

"You go ahead."

"I saw you in the jon, with Greg. Um, fucking him?"

"I fuck him. So?"

"So, I thought we had a relationship going?"

"If I fuck more than one guy, it not your business."

I choked on my the coconut smoothie.

"What do you mean `not my business'? What the fuck is
that supposed to mean, Aldo?"

Remaining cool, collective, opposite my immediate
feelings, he explained.

"We do things together and I not tell others. Same
thing with Greg. I do not need to tell you. It
private."

"I see."

I didn't really `see', but saw where all this was
heading. To Aldo, I gathered,  having two, maybe more
boyfriends, at once and doing whatever `felt good',
was entirely copacetic.

"Thanks for the frosty," I told him, turned and began
walking away.

"Wait!"

Waiting, my feet stopped trekking down the beach,
towards home.

"Maybe we have sex and you like it? You fuck me?"

Still didn't sound solid. I wasn't about to get into a
boyfriend relationship, based on only how good it felt
to have my cock lodged in a guy's ass, plus the fact
he could turn around and do the same to another guy.

"Sorry, Aldo."

"I understand."

However, as I began my solo walk, I sensed he didn't.
At least he didn't comprehend how I viewed what he
did, as being not up to my standards. It then dawned
on me. What was I really looking for?

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Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee
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