Date: Sat, 15 Mar 2008 18:45:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: ROAD TRIP  administrative action

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, nor governmental areas,
which the story is stages. If a sexual scene involving
male-to-male relationships offences 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. This is fiction. Use protection, in real
life.

ROAD TRIP  administrative action
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

Walking into the gymnasium building of Applegate
University, Anthony passed by the glass door leading
to the pool, one of the few times during the day when
the water acted as serene as sunset on a lake.
Standing there for a moment he thought about not the
swim team, but each face of the five track team
members, trying to assign a name
to face, recalled from the roster.

"Hi again coach!"

Turning around, the `inseparables' stood behind him.

"Done with brunch already?" Anthony asked the two, an
index finger brushing at the corner of his mouth to
tell Robbie he had some ketchup lingering on his lip.

"Thanks," Robbie says, rubbing his hand over his
mouth.

"No, other side, doofus!" Barry tells Robbie when he
misses, wiping the wrong side.

"Thanks, babe," Robbie says sweetly, more sweeter than
the acknowledgement Anthony got.

"So, don't you boys have classes?"

"I do," Barry says, getting a quick kiss off Robbie
before splitting.

"Um, my psych class was cancelled, so I figured I
could do some practicing?" Robbie asks as Anthony
takes flight from mid-hallway to his office.

No sooner does Anthony get to his office, there's a
knock at the open door behind himself and Robbie.

"Hey Anthony, I thought you would like to have this?"

Big and burly, the Applegate tee shirt tightly formed
over his pecs, sleeves filled tightly with his biceps,
the muscleman stands there, a foot on the bottom rung
of a dolly, hands bracing it from keeling over as it
holds a three drawer filing cabinet.

"Hi Coach Dekker," Robbie addresses the wrestling
coach. "Need a hand with that?"

"Nah. Just show me where you want it Anthony?"

Seeing he wasn't needed, Robbie slipped the pool keys
from the hook above Anthony's desk and headed off
towards the lockerroom.

Rolling the dolly into Anthony's office, Trevor makes
comment, "Real shame. Nice beefy-looking guy like him,
going to waste."

"And what would be the problem with Robbie, Trevor?"

"Nothing. I'm just saying with a couple of hours of
weights and cardio, he'd make a fine wrestler," Trevor
replies, uprighting the filing cabinet in the middle
of the office floor.

"Last time I counted, you had enough wrestlers for a
team and a half?"

"Still, put some abs on that boy and he could knock'em
dead at competition. That's all I'm saying Anthony."

"I think Robbie is very satisfied with swimming.
Besides, I've never seen a guy do a faster flipturn.
Sure, he doesn't hit the weight room too often, but
seems to maintain perfect muscle balance, something we
all wish we could achieve without working out seven
days a week," Anthony relayed to his colleague.

"Still... All in all Anthony, I think we can both
agree Sinclair's a hot looking stud horse. Some
weights could add alot of definition to his image...
that's all I'm saying."

"Yeah. Later, Trev," Anthony said, as Dekker left his
office, wheeling the dolly in front of him like a toy.


Two things crossed his mind, as he approached the
filing cabinet. One, a thought of who held the reins
in Robbie's relationship with Barry and two regarding
who the `stud horse' of the relationship really is.
Two, was his colleague looking to get bred? He smiled
when he thought it.

"Hey coach?"

Turning around, Anthony smiled, putting two and two
together, Dekker's opinion and the sight of Robbie
standing there, towel around his neck, speedo clinging
to his torso, sockless sneakers on his feet. "What's
up? You got the key right?" He asks.

"Yeah, but something's wrong with my locker." Holding
up the innards to the tumbler, Robbie informs him, "I
got into it okay, but it's locking it up that's the
problem."

"Hmm... Where's your stuff now?"

"No problem. I left my clothes in Barry's locker for
now, but I just thought you would like to know. No
hurry in getting it fixed."

"I'm sure!"

Taking the metal cylinder from Robbie, Anthony tossed
it on the desk. Before attending to the problem, he
decided to check out the Track teams' `x-files'. "Oh,
Robbie," he tried to catch the swimmer. He was already
out of earshot, so Anthony returned back to his
office, hoping he would leave the door to the pool
unlocked, being it was the only key he had. His team
members also knew it was tabu to practice diving when
at swim practice alone, with the door locked. Once
more he returned to the file cabinet, dusting the top
off with wind from deep inside his lungs. He coughed,
waving his hand as particles became airborn. He said
to himself, outloud, "Geesh! I hope the inside is
cleaner than the outside!"

"Hey there coach. Need some light housekeeping?"

Thinking he's heard that voice before, Anthony quickly
sped around, facing the door. "Oh hi there Yousef."

"Jayab, or Jay. Yousef is the last name."

"Oh right. Sorry `bout that, Jayab."

"No problem, coach."

"Uh," Anthony switched his attention back to the
filing cabinet, "sure it could use some dusting, but
more important I need to find a home for it in this
room," he responded to the tall mideastern college
sophomore.

Slinging his backpack from his shoulder with little
hassle, Anthony watched it being tossed to his chair,
making a thud like it contained bricks. Walking up to
the side of the filing cabinet, sitting in the middle
of the floor, Jayab reached down to the second drawer,
squatting slightly, lifting it off the floor as he
hugged it to his chest. "Where do you want it, coach?"

Anthony could feel his eyes wide open, after being
marveled by Jayab's strength, the piece of office
furniture Trevor had unloaded from the dolly not more
than ten minutes ago. "Careful. Watch your back
Jayab," Anthony cautioned.

"No sweat," Jayab replied, a grin on his face. "It's a
piece of cake."

Glancing over the top of the file cabinet, again
Anthony was mesmerized by the outline of Jayab's tank
top, reflecting what could be a full chest of dark,
curly hair. He wondered how far down it extended.
Suddenly he developed a thirst as beads of sweat broke
out on Jayab's shoulders.

"I don't have a place for it right now."

"Hmm," Jayab hummed, looking from side to side. "I
think I've solved your problem coach."

Watching, Anthony followed Jayab set the filing
cabinet down, walk over to the wall, pull the cube
fridge away, disconnect the plug, pulling it out from
it's place against the wall.

"It can't block the doorway to the jon," Anthony clued
Jayab in, seeing the cabinet would fill in the space.

Another hum, Jayab thought about it, with an instant
reply, "It'll fit."

"You need a hand?" Anthony asked, seeing Jayab once
again pick up the entire cabinet and haul it towards
the back corner of the office.

As he did, his back facing Anthony, he noticed the
tank top had hiked up a bit, showing off Jayab's hairy
lower back. The black hair against the tanned skin
made his mouth water. Then again he had conflicting
thoughts when Jayab set the cabinet down, bending over
to press it into place, sandwiched in between the wall
and a large two-door utility closet. He smiled when
Jayab's gym shorts made his ass well rounded, as he
bent down to pick up the cube fridge.

"Watch it now," Anthony switched thoughts, thinking of
Jayab overdoing it.

"Got it," Jayab said as he heaved-ho and placed the
cube on top of the filing cabinet.

"Look okay?" Jayab said, turning, wiping hands off on
his white tank top, already showing a little moisture.


"Fine," Anthony replied with a smile, adding,
"Thanks."

"No sweat, Coach Torricelli." Thinking about it, he
asks, "Mind if I cool off in the pool?"

"Well actually," he started and stopped, thinking
about Robbie being in the pool, in regards to only
swim team members practicing when unsupervised.

"I peeked in and saw one of your swim team members
practicing. But I thought I would ask being doing. I
know you have rules."

Looking three inches above his own height, at six foot
three, Anthony took a quick glance when Jayab lifted
his shirt to wipe his brow. It might have played a
part in swaying his answer, bending the rules and
allowing Jay to take a cooling dip. He wondered how
the stomach trail looked, swirling over Jay's navel,
when dry.

"I believe I have an extra swim suit that may fit
you," Anthony headed towards the supply closet,
flinging open both doors. In seconds he produced a red
speedo. "Check this one out."

"Not much to it," Jayab said, holding it between his
finger and thumb. "But I like it!"

Anthony was about to lead him to the lockerroom, but
Jayab said, "No sweat, coach. I can change right
here!"

As much as Anthony would not have minded it one bit,
he still had his code of ethics, plus wondering what
he would say if any of his colleagues happened by.
It's all he needed, having Trevor Dekker trying to
`convert' Jayab to a wrestler.

"Um, remember those rules?"

"Rules?" Jayab questioned, holding his tank top on his
right arm, readying to strip it off completely.

With the full picture of Jayab's hairy bod on his
mind, pecs swarming with the black fibers, the strip
dividing his endless abs, swirling around the deep
bellyhole, Anthony found it hard to remember the
rules. Knowing he did it himself, he made himself the
exemption, telling Jayab, "All changing is done in the
lockerrooms?"

"Sure. I get it coach. No problem. I'm not out to make
any problem for anybody."

"Ah... yes, well thank you for saying so," Anthony
replied, smiling as he closed his office door to the
`ass-kisser'.

Sitting down at his desk, he shook his head, smiling
on the inside. Of course, maybe his intuition was
wrong, but he thought he had Jayab pegged. After
sticking the letter opener in the first piece of mail,
he thought about the files. "Oh yes," Anthony said our
loud, excusing himself away from his desk. Going to
pull the top draw open, he almost pulled his arm out
of whack when it didn't budge. Standing back, he
laughed at himself for not realizing it was locked. It
dawned on him Trevor didn't leave a key.

"Hi coach!" the happy face greeted him as he opened
the door.

Being the guy on the other end of the smily face
courted Edwin Barredo next to him, he knew right away
who the `other' twin was. "Something I can do for you
Larry?"

Bestowing the good news, Larry says, "Edwin has
transferred from Greenville. Today's his first day at
classes!"

Both college guys had smiles on their faces, one
showing Larry expecting an instant shoo-in for Edwin.

"I see," Anthony replied, slipping outside his office,
closing the door behind him.

Walking beside Anthony, Edwin lagging behind a
footstep, Larry suggests, "So maybe he can join the
swim team?"

"Look Larry... Edwin, I..."

Stopping, facing the teens, Larry thought it a bit of
doubt in his coach's mind of Edwin's abilities. "You
saw for yourself what a good diver Edwin is, at the
party. Remember?"

In order not to commit himself at this time, Anthony
made excuse, "I don't rightly recall paying particular
attention."

"Oh," Larry said, Edwin dropping happy as well.

Knowing the ranks of swimmers had been up to maximum,
he stood there in momentary silence along with the
duo, til it hit him. "How about the track'n'field
team?" As far as he knew, there were only five
individuals. Not enough to constitute a team.

Shrugging his shoulders and as if looking to Larry for
approval, Edwin says, "I guess I could try."

Anthony was so relieved to see Larry's spirits lift, a
smile clinging to his lips as he said, "Yeah. Cool!
Could be okay."

With all parties sort of sold on the idea, Edwin
whipped out his planner and scribbled in `3:00 track -
Coach Torricelli's office'. "Cool coach. Thanks!"
Edwin replied, perhaps carried along on Larry's
excitement as well.

As they walked in different directions, Anthony
grinned when he heard Larry cautioning Edwin, "Watch
out, `cause I hear some of those track-guys are hot
looking, especially the Arabian... hey, look!"

Anthony turned quickly to see Larry and Edwin, eyes
glued to the glass entry door separating hallway and
pool. Turning the corner, Anthony made a mental note
to have the retaining rod on the door fixed to keep it
from slamming, filing it next to Robbie's locker
tumbler. A few feet down the hall he remembered his
original quest, finding Trevor for the whereabouts of
the filing cabinet key. Pushing through the door to
the downstairs wrestling room, he found his face
squished up against it. Selfconscious, Anthony looked
bothways to see if anybody saw, same time hand in
pocket to look for his set of keys. Finding the brass
door opener, he keyed the lock, opening it. This time
he made sure it opened before entering! Opening the
door at the bottom of the stairway, he found himself
entering the wrestling room, sneakers pumping air out
of the mattresses as he tread across the room. "I
wonder," Anthony said, passing by the two rings
hanging from the ceiling. Grabbing hold, he pressed
his arms down, body up, staying in place a short
duration of half a minute. "Whew! Am I out of shape!"
he chuckled to himself. After tucking his Applegate
polo shirt back into his pants, he continued on course
to find Coach Dekker. A few feet onwards, Anthony
stopped to listen. "Nah," he said to himself when he
thought he heard what he thought. However, as he moved
closer and closer to Trevor Dekker's office, it was
unmistakable. He had heard and still heard groaning
sounds, plus a slamming sound as if somebody was
pounding against a desk. It was an indistinquishable
sound, one Anthony's heard before, especially when he
had been in the action behind Roberto, pumping his
cock deep within his lover's ass canal. Stopping, he
rubbed the side of his face, a dilemma of whether to
make an about face or continue on his way for the
quest of the key. He took a step forwards, then
thinking it none of his business, made an about face,
almost tripping on the mat. Something must've jarred
his mind, when he recovered from his pushup action off
the mat, having caught himself, thinking to himself,
`Being head coach, it `is' my business!' Part of his
decision to pursue could have been his curiosity of
who was doing what to whom! The door ajar, blocking
the visual, Anthony made this his last stand as to
whether to interfere. Another thought, he was hoping
Trevor wasn't on either end of the giving and
receiving. `Rats' he thought when the door didn't make
as much as a creek when opened. Shocking him out of
his gourd, even though he was prepared in his mind to
find the wrestling coach one of the participants, he
was equally shocked by the other. "Dean Harriot?"

Both men in the buff, sweatier than a runner out in a
hundred and ten degree weather, Trevor lay there in
legs-up position, Alton Harriot III standing, using
Dekker's legs as leverage to work his cock in and out,
which stayed in the `in' when he stopped momentaryily.
Nonchalantly, Harriot says, "Feeling horny Anthony?
Whip your dick out and take advantage why don't you?"

As Harriot resumed his fucking, Anthony, perhaps
feeling a bit horny, began wandering into the room.

"Shut the door," Harriot gave the instruction, Anthony
looking at the door then proceeding to shut it, his
hand still attached to the knob, keeping his attention
glued to the pitcher and catcher, ignoring the door.
"Might as well take advantage of some hot porn,"
Harriot coaxed him on.

Anthony couldn't deny he wasn't feeling horny after
the gracious invitation, especially as he walked into
the depths of the room, til he stood about the same
distance from Harriot, at Dekker's side. He began to
form some opinions already when Dekker offered himself
up as if a sacrifice to a god, "C'mon Anthony. Knock
yourself out. Jump up on my chest and feed me your
cock!"

It was tempting. As has happened in the past few
months, Anthony has had mixed reaction to the bdsm,
most of the time being on the receiving side. When
stepping out of that character, his yearning to park
his cock in another guy's mouth or ass has been on the
rise. Yes it was very tempting, a strange desire
coming over him to `own' his colleague.

"All the way in!" Harriot called out as Dekker made a
final gesture of his ass being invaded, moaning out
loudly.

The sounds of giver and taker suddenly too interested
in seeing the size of the battering ram assaulting
Trevor's ass. In reaction, he bent to the side,
himself touching Trevor's left leg, pulling it
forwards to get a good view.

Laughing his ass off, the forty-one year old Dean of
Students, says, "You know what they say, `the more you
stretch, the more you can fit in'!"

"Sure, Dean. Whatever you say," Anthony agrees, a
slight smile painting his lips. "Oh shit!" he yells,
startled by a hand reaching, groping at his privates.

With a hardy laugh, Harriot says, "I don't know which
way you bend, Anthony," meaning top or bottom, "but
how about you squeezing your dick in here next to
mine. I know he'd," Trevor, "love it!"

"I think I'll pass. Maybe next time," Anthony replies,
though certain there wouldn't be a next time if he can
help it. However, he felt a little embarrassed, Dean
Harriot finding him hard as a rock. But back to
business, Anthony finally sets forth the reason for
his arriving at this unprecarious moment in time, "Um,
I was looking for... um the key to the filing cabinet,
um Trevor?"

"Hold it a sec Anthony," Dean Harriot exclaims, "We're
almost there."

"Uh, sure," Anthony said, moving back towards the
door. "Um, I'll see you later... about the key...
Trevor." He had a strong feeling he wasn't being paid
any attention to, the two going at it at the height of
their sexual arousal. As he closed the door behind
him, he stopped, smiled upon hearing the two scream
their lungs out in ecstasy. If Anthony bothered to
hang around he probably would have the impact, Dean
Harriot's chest slamming down between Dekker's
out-spread legs. He wasn't sure, standing far away
from the office door, his hands up, slapping against
the rings as he made his exit, hearing something loud
and `thuddy'. As he walked to the door at the bottom
of the stairs, Anthony tried like hell to `will' his
erection to dissolve, but it wasn't complying. Looking
around for an `out'. Finding no solution, he closed
the door behind him and waited at the bottom of the
stairway for the duration. He couldn't control his
thoughts, thinking about nothing, as opposed to what
he just witnessed in the office. Minutes passed and he
said to himself, half-audibly, `oh shit!' when the
door opened.

"What have we here?"

Anthony made no reply, except a meek, "Um..."

"Can't make it go down, Anthony? No problem. Why don't
you take your little `problem' to Dekker? You know
he's a real cum guzzler?"

"Um, no. I had... no idea," is all Anthony could think
up.

"I understand you're partnered?"

"Yes."

As if idle talk, Dean Harriot says, "Well if you're
ever at work and get the urge, Dekker makes a nice
hard fuck. He really knows how to hold on to a cock!"

Fortunately, Dean Harriot said he had work to attend
to, good for Anthony who just wanted to get his cock
back to normal and back to his own work.

Second man to confront him, Trevor Dekker handled the
knob of the downstairs door leading to the wrestling
room. "Still here? Oh yes.. the key... the key... in
my office, I believe."

When Dekker held the door, Anthony said, "I'll wait
here thank you."

"I'm not gonna like jump you or anything," the
twenty-nine year old coach told Anthony.

He could have replied something simple, like `just the
same I'll wait here', but maybe his curiosity got the
best of him, Anthony saying, "I hear you're a cum
guzzler." Then, maybe seeing it his job as head coach
to make sure the staff's integrity is not compromised,
"I suppose you have the wrestling team line up?"

Instead of hauling off and busting Anthony's chops,
Trevor replies, "You know Anthony, I might be dumb but
I'm not stupid!"

"Yeah well, being head coach around here I..."

"I know," Trevor says, leading Anthony to his office,
"you have to be sure. You wouldn't want to have
Applegate's good name disgraced."

"Exactly," Anthony replied, also thinking of anyone
else involved in Applegate's sports program.

"Sorry. I should have brought it up with the cabinet,"
Trevor said, handing the key to Anthony.

Even though Dekker swore disinvolvement with students
when it came to sexual matters, it lingered on the tip
of Anthony's tongue to ask, "So you think Robbie
Sinclair would make a good wrestler, huh?"

Reading right to the core of Anthony's questioning,
Dekker replies, "I told you. I don't mess with
students."

"Sorry. I..."

"I know. You have to have it clear in your mind."

With one more odd question on his mind, Anthony
figured he'd leave in good humor, asking, "And besides
Dean Harriot?"

Smiling, Dekker reported, "I've had a few tasty ones!"

As Anthony left Dekker's office, Trevor offered once
more, "I can take care of that you know?"

Groping himself, Anthony said he'd stop at the mens
room on the way.

%


2B continued...

Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee
This story may not be sold, nor made part of any
collection without prior written permission, by the
author.

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