Date: Sun, 27 Aug 2006 19:05:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Stripes 02

The story below is a work of fiction, set in the
format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is
entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to
accurately reflect upon persons in towns, cities, or
governmental ares, in which the story is staged. If
sexual scenes, involving male-to-male relationships
offends you, then you ought not read this story, by
law. Check with your local laws, regarding such.
Sexual safety matters. This is fiction. In the real
world, use protection, during sexual encounters.


"Stripes"
   02
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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I watched, as Mark unlatched the stall door. Slowly
opening it, as if not knowing what lurked on the
outside, we both stare. Suddenly it swung open. There,
seventeen year old Rob Lassiter stood. He looked down,
first straight at Mark's pubes, quickly switching his
gaze to mine.

Abruptly, Mark comments, "What's the matter, Rob? You
act as if it's the first time you've seen our cocks!"

"From up there," he nodded to where he hung over the
men's room partition, standing on the toilet seat,
"it's a lot different than down here. Hee hee...
what's the matter? Run outta steam, Marky?"

At first Mark blushed, then grew bold once more,
shooting back at Rob, "I don't see your's!"

With an ounce of moxie and lots more curiosity, I
badgered Rob, "Yeah, let's see what you've got!"

It's the first time I've acted in that way, telling
another guy to more or less show me his cock,
demanding it. Both of us thought we had Rob under our
jurisdiction. However, it seemed like he had an agenda
before he even entered the stall.

"You want to see what I'm packin', is that it?"

"It's only fair," Mark told him.

I added, "You've seen our cocks."

"And balls?" Rob replied.

A grin streaked across Rob's face, as he stuck his
fingers under Mark's balls and sagging cock and
fondled his teen orbs.

"Heaaaaaaay... get your hands offa..."

Complaining, Mark slapped Rob's hand, as if taking
something that didn't belong to him. In essence, that
was true.

"Now.. now... no need to get honery. Just having some
fun."

"Fun?" Mark asked.

"Yeah. I figured when I didn't see you two come out of
the men's room.. maybe you two were playing around
with each other."

"Each other?" I questioned.

That's something that hadn't crossed our minds. It's
only been a couple of months since Mark and I made it
known to each other that we are gay.

Standing there, with a look on his face, Rob finally
let on, "Don't tell me neither of you has jerked the
other off?"

His eyebrows pointing up, Mark cued Rob in, "Jerk each
other off? You mean touch each other... down here?"

We both tried telling Rob to shut up, after he let out
this boisterous laugh.

"Tell ya what," Rob started bargaining, "you two want
to see what I've got inside my gym shorts, right?"

I did.

"Yeah," Mark replied, for both of us, as far as I was
concerned.

"If I show you, you've got to promise me something."

We waited.

"Ya gotta promise that if I haul out of rod, you both
have to hold it."

"We ain't no perverts," Mark told him off.

"Perverts?" Rob questioned, which drew the conclusion
of insinuation, at the same time. "What do you think
two guys, in a men's room stall, spells?"

He had us there.

"But you want us to touch your... um cock?"

"And balls," Rob was quick to point out.

"I don't know," Mark scratched his head. Then he put
it on me, "What do you think, Sean?"

I looked at Mark, then Rob, then back to Mark. I
looked Rob over again. He had a tank top on. I
detected that under his arms he could be sporting some
thick tufts of body hair. I wondered if it was as
thick as Mr. Martin's armpits. I wondered if Rob had
any hair on his body, especially around his cock and
balls. Sure, I had an interest in finding out how big
Rob's cock and balls measured up to. He's seventeen,
almost eighteen, going into twelfth grade. That's
almost an adult. He `had' to have some big numbers.

"Alright," I answered.

As if Mark doubted what he heard, he said to me,
"Yeah?"

"Sure," I replied, as if it was no big deal.

Then, as if `he' made the deciding cast of lots, Mark
tells Rob, "We'll do it."

"First things first," He said.

As if I wished for something and it came true, Rob
takes hold of the back of his tank top, pulling it
forwards. It messes up his bushy hairstyle, as he
removes it in front of himself, palming his head of
hair back.

"Whew! That's better. It was getting hot in here."

'Man-oh-man-oh-man', it sure was! My eyes started
studying Rob's bod right away. He had this patch of
hair, dead center, between his pecs. Dark in color, to
match his head of hair. Then, as soon as it left his
pecs, it formed a tight little stripe down the middle
of his abs. My eyes traveled the path down to his
navel.

After I asked, I felt like an idiot, when I said,
"Does that go inside?"

Both Mark and Rob looked down at Rob's stomach.

"What goes inside where?" Rob asked.

Mark just looked back and forth, at Rob pulling at his
taut stomach, looking at his navel, then focused on
me.

"What are you talking about Sean?"

"Never mind."

However, it seemed like Rob got the whole picture.

"Oh, I get it. You're talking about my trail."

Then Mark spilled the beans, "Oh yeah. Sean's into
guys with lotsa hair."

I coulda killed Mark right then and there, only he
spelled out the truth, plus I was getting all horny
over Rob's stripe down his stomach and the way it did
seem to disappear inside his navel. But that wasn't
all. This little, thin strip of dark hair seemed to
come out the bottom of his deep innie, as well.

"Got a little fetish, do we?" Rob asked me.

"I don't know."

Truly, I didn't understand what Rob meant by the word
`fetish'.

"What's that anyway?" Mark put it to him.

The conversation went on, between Mark and Rob, me as
the bystander.

"Fetish. Part of your body that's not sexual, but
gives you a sexual response."

"Huh?" Mark questioned, his hands moving to his torso.

"Yeah, um," Rob scratched his teen stubble, "Sean here
has a fetish for me. My navel."

I finally set him straight, "I'm `not' into your
navel, Rob!"

"Yeah, he's not into your navel," Mark agreed. "Sean
likes your hair."

"Is that so?"

His curiosity was meant to provoke. It did the trick,
as Mark began to spew out information.

"Sure. That's how Sean got his hardon, in the first
place."

I scolded, "Mark!"

"Is that so?" Rob furthered his quest for kinky
knowledge about me.

"Yeah, um..." Mark stuttered, looking at me.

"Tell me, or you don't get to see my cock."

By this time, we both had a longing to see what lurked
under Rob's shorts. By now, all this talk had both Rob
and Mark hard. In plain view, Mark's teen cock stood
out straight, all five inches or so of it. Mine, had
been `well developed', as Mark put it one day,
comparing mine to his, noting it to be an inch longer,
at least.

"Um, Sean?"

Oh course I wanted to see Rob's cock. Especially since
it was poking at his gym shorts like a pup tent.

Now whether we did or not, depended on my go ahead for
Mark to tell Rob everything he knew, personal or
otherwise.

Even though I thought it would embarrass me,  I
cursed, "What the hell."

I thought I'd cringe, but instead, it made my cock
throb, to think that I was going to suffer being
humiliated.

"Well," Mark started off high-pitched, then came down
an octave, "y'see, we stood there watching Mr. Martin
playing volleyball and..."

"Martin, you say?" Rob said.

Before Mark could finish, Rob drew his own conclusion.

"You've got the hots for Martin's hairy bod, do you?"

He directed it, not to Mark, the fink, but casting his
face to the side, directly to me, staring into my
eyes.

"Um," I answered.

Then we both got surprised, when Rob said, "He doesn't
have anything over me."

We wondered what Rob meant by that, but quickly the
thoughts evaporated, when he tucked his thumbs into
his gym shorts and pressed down. At first, the elastic
waistline got stuck on his stick, then releasing it,
his hard shaft sprung up, then down, a little shimmy
left.

"Oh fuck!" Mark gasped.

Rob didn't have to press the condition. Straight
forward, Mark reached out and touched his barrel, like
petting a cat.

To Mark's comment, Rob reported, "That can be
arranged," for both of us, the size of his trigger,
let the statement go right over our heads.

"Wow! That's big," Mark kept it up.

I just looked, watching Mark run two fingers from
underneath the mushroomed head, to where a small
amount of hair grew, at the base.

"Betcha never tasted a hot cock like this, eh?"

"Taste?" Mark jumped, removing his hand altogether.

Even I questioned, "Taste?"

Looking at Mark, he looked back.

"Are you guys stupid or what?"

We shrugged our shoulders and gave each other the
look. What was Rob talking about?

As if reading my mind, Mark asks, "What the hell are
you talking about Rob?"

Things seemed to be falling into place, for Rob. As we
would find out, he just didn't happen to enter the
men's room at the park, to relieve himself.

"What I'm talking about is... how about you get on
your knees," he pressed on the top of Mark's head,
"and wrap those lips around my cock?"

Mark fought him, as I backed away, between the toilet
and cement wall.

"No way! Let me outta here."

Suddenly, we heard the jon door slam open, almost
knocing Mark over. Rob lifted his hand, but not before
Mark could get one last yelp out.

"Everything alright in here?"

I knew that voice, Mark knew it and surely Rob did.
One thing Rob neglected to do, was relatch the stall
door. I didn't believe Rob didn't go for his gym
shorts, wanting to hike them up his hips, over his
erection, scooping up his big balls, along the way.
Instead, he just stood there, as Mr. Martin pushed the
door open.

%

2B continued
Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee
This story may not be sold, nor made part of any
collection, without prior consent from the author.



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