Date: Sat, 2 Sep 2006 15:29:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Stripes 03

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 areas, 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"   03

          wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Mr. Martin stood there, a wry smile on his face. Me? I
was in heaven, my mind temporarily removed from the
goings on. For now, I scanned Mr. Martin's hairy
front, wet with perspiration.

Rob finally said, "Would you believe these two lads
never sucked cock?"

Mark and I were shocked, to say the least. In fact, it
left us wordless. Yet, we both focused on Mr. Martin.
This time, I didn't key in on his hot, steamy body,
but how he was going to answer Rob.

"Um, I think you two boys should excuse us?"

"Let's go," Mark retorted.

Quickly, getting up off his knees, pulling his swim
trunks up and nodding his head to me, we moved out of
the stall. I got a real buzz though, when my arm
grazed Mr. Martin's sweaty stomach.

"What do you think's gonna happen?" I asked Mark, once
we dashed out, into the sunlight.

"I dunno. Mr. Martin didn't seem like he was too mad."

"Probably he's going to lecture Rob," I remarked.

Going into a teacher solilquy, I acted out
reprimanding a student.

"Yeah," Mark giggled.

It's then, we saw them cutting up watermelon and
hightailed it over to the table, temporarily
forgetting about the incident with Rob.

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"Really, Rob? Hitting on youngsters?"

"You look mighty hot and sweaty, `Mr. Martin'," Rob
said, "how about a drink?"

Entering the stall, the high school history teacher
smiled.

"Yeah, my throat's feeling kind of parched."

Entering the stall, he latched it shut and fell right
to his knees, his hand tugging at Rob's gym shorts.
Martin's hand grasping the elastic, he pulled outward,
then down, letting the pent up rod stray free.

"Oooooh shit!" Rob clamored.

Without warning, the twenty-seven year old history
teacher opened wide and encompassed Rob's teen shaft
with his whole mouth.

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"Good watermelon," I said to Mark, as we sat on a log,
off to ourselves.

"That it is," he agreed, but then alluded to, "but I
wonder how it compares to Rob's cock."

It then dawned on me.

"You wanted to suck his cock, didn't you?"

Mark's juicy smile, a couple of watermelon pits
clinging to his chin, said it all.

I then asked, "If you wanted to suck Rob's cock, then
why did you put up such a fuss?"

"Scared, I guess. I mean, there's a big, and I mean
`big' difference, between his cock and yours Sean!"

"Well, yeah," I replied. "Of course. I mean, it's not
like I have that big fat `bulb' on the end!"

Mark almost choked to death, laughing. I pounded on
his back.

"Okay.. okay.. I'm alright!"

"You sure?"

Then he commented, "Yeah. Whew! I wonder if I'd be
choking like that on Rob's cock?"

With a wicked thought on my mind, I just smiled at
Mark.

"What?"

"How about sucking a smaller cock?"

I can't believe the doofus didn't get it.

I had to come right out and mention nicely, "Like,
suck my cock?"

"Oh yeah. I knew that," he gave himself the excuse.

"Yeah right."

Then giggling, he admitted, "Okay, so I didn't know
you meant that."

We paused.

"So?"

Mark had to think on it all of two seconds.

"Would be interesting."

"Interesting," I shook my head.

It's then we looked up, at the prime moment, to see
Rob exiting the men's room.

"Heaaaaay," Mark crooned.

"What?"

"His bulge is gone."

I squinted my eyes, to try to detect the same thing.
Sure enough, Rob's crotch was normal sized out. Both
of us watched him walk over to the watermelon table
and take a large portion. Mark then nudged my elbow,
nodding towards the men's room. Out walked Mr. Martin.
He wasn't all sweated up, like when he went in.
Instead, it looked like my hair, after I come out of
the shower, all slicked down. Didn't matter. I watched
Mr. Martin, at the startup of the volleyball game.
When he stripped off his shirt, his dark body hair was
as fresh as towel-dried, all fuzzy. Slowly, he sweated
up, his hand planed over his chest or stomach a couple
of times. `Wow!' Thinking about him, made my cock
twitched. I quickly decided I'd better switch the
subject!

"What do you think?" I asked.

Mark shrugged his shoulders.

"'Bout what?"

I smirked, reminding him, "Sucking my cock?"

He only smiled. We looked up again, to see Mr. Martin
grab the tee shirt he had stripped and pull it over
his head. Following suit, he headed for the watermelon
table.

"I wonder if I'll be hairy like that?"

"Would be cool."

"Then maybe you'll like me a lot too, eh Sean?"


"I like you anyway, Mark. Doesn't matter that you
don't have tons of hair on your body."

"But it `would' turn you on. Like Rob says, you've got
a fetish for it."

I couldn't deny it, but it didn't rule my thoughts on
whether I'd like or hate anyone.

"Okay, look. Maybe I do have this fetish thing."

"Maybe, Sean?"

"Okay, so I do have this fetish thing for guys with
lots of hair on their bodies."

"Not just lots of hair, Sean."

He had to be so persnickety, pinpointing every little
detail.

"Yeah, alright," I admitted.

We both were on the same page. It's not the first time
I've mentioned to Mark that I like the thin stripe of
hair that runs down a guy's bod, especially when it
painted a thin line in and out of a guy's navel. Even
Mark pointed out what a `weird dude' I was, after
describing what turned me on. After all, he asked.

"At least I'm not the only the only one here, with
weird tastes!"

I reminded Mark of his answer, when us guys hung out
one day, asking the other what each of us liked about
a guy's body, shortly after coming out to each other.

"Hey, I'm not ashamed to admit it!"

"Who said I was ashamed?"

"Sean, you had to make Rob `guess' that I had the hots
for the stripe down his stomach!"

"Yeah, well it's not like his mind was on `that'
subject."

"What do you mean?"

I smirked, replying, "Let's face it. Rob didn't just
wander into the men's room."

Mark was all ears.

"He didn't have to take a piss. He knew, when we
didn't come out we were up to something. Think about
it. How long does it take to anchor your swimsuit
under your balls, take a leak, pull them back up, wash
your hands and leave?"

I can't believe Mark actually did the tally, counting
on his fingers.

"Um, three minutes. Well, if I had a lot to drink,
maybe four."

"It doesn't matter."

"Then why did you ask, Sean?"

I skipped over the subject, instead of slinging more
frustration on myself, trying to explain to Mark the
statistics on taking a leak.

"Rob had one thing on his mind and that was to get
either of us to suck his cock."

"Would you have?"

Now Mark proposed an interesting question. One that I
didn't readily have an answer for. However,
repicturing Rob standing there, his balls keeping his
pants from hiking up, his big cock hanging down, that
big mushroom head, it taunted me.

"No."

"Know what?"

"What?"

"I wonder if I could have fit his cock in my mouth?"

"Looked kind of big around."

Skipping around himself, Mark asked, "When am I going
to suck you, Sean?"

All I could do was smile. The thoughts of Mark's lips
touching my cock, putting the whole thing in his
mouth, made me all tingly. Not just a shiver, but a
rippling effect that shot from my balls to the tip of
my cock. I wound up moving about.

"Can we like do it tonight?"

"I dunno. By the time we head out across the bay,
it'll be late getting back to the house."

"Hmm."

"What?"

"Are you having second thoughts, Sean?"

"Hell no!"

It first made Mark giggle, then I added my laughter.
It also made Mark look at my pants.

"You really are looking forward to this, huh?"

"And you're not?" I asked him back.

"I really am. Yeah, like you said, I don't know why I
didn't take Rob's cock, only that."

"Get off it Mark. You would have!"

"I woulda?"

"Sure. If Mr. Martin hadn't busted in, you would have
sucked Rob's cock dry."

"Whew! I'm glad Mr. Martin came in when he did."

I laughed. I know why. Size does matter!

"Time to get ready to leave, boys. Want to fix
yourself up?"

I knew dad meant the watermelon that had dribbled down
my chin. I felt like a slob. Another trek, found Mark
and I in the men's room. This time not alone. Other
guys had the same idea we did. Among them, we spotted
Mr. Martin. Mark and I looked at each other. I
wondered if he thought what I thought, if Mr. Martin
sucked Rob's cock. As we dried our hands off, on our
tee shirts, the possibility crossed my mind that it
could be the other way around!

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2B continued
Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee
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