Date: Mon, 31 Mar 2008 16:20:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: ROAD TRIP    baby steps

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    baby steps
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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As if an authority on the subject, though he seems to
have had plenty of encounters, Anthony felt qualified,
yet determined to keep his mind on the road, as Jayab
popped questions left and right, regarding how a guy
can tell if he's gay or not.

"So, you mind sharing the information which was
stuffed into your hand?" Anthony questioned Jayab, as
he turned the corner.

"Omigosh! I forgot coach. Thanks for reminding me."

`Yeah right,' Anthony thought to himself, having seen
Jayab study the paper in hand at least twice, once as
they walked from the ambulance, back into the
Applegate gymnasium and secondly, as he passed by the
row of lockers where Jayab changed back into
`civilian' clothing.

"Well?" Anthony asked.

Reading it right off the business card, Jayab said,
"Geff Egglesfield... landscaping. I thought he was an
EMT?"

"Obviously his business is landscaping. For your
information, EMT's in this town are on a voluntary
basis," Anthony clued in the sophomore student as he
made a left hand turn into the Eskridge General
parking lot.

"Thanks for telling me," Jayab replied. "Um, do you
think we can talk about this gay stuff later, coach?"

"Sure. Either myself or some of your fellow gay
students; Robbie Sinclair or Tommy Perez, Sean Duffy,
Jim Stoan or..."

"Omigosh! Jim Stoan is gay? But he acts so macho!"

Anthony smiled at Jayab's use of words, commenting,
"It's a known fact, seven out of ten people are
`non-heterosexual'".

"That many? I wonder where I fit in?"

"I'd like to sit here and chat, but I think we better
get in there and see how Barry is doing."

"Right coach. Me too," Jayab said.

However, from the time they entered til they found the
room Barry lay held up in, Jayab had eyes peeled,
seemingly looking for another individual, using the
excuse, "Nice place," in order to case the hospital
hallways.

Before entering Barry's room, Anthony says, "Most
likely you won't find him wandering the halls."

"Who?" Jayab played dumb.

"Your macho-man landscaper?"

"Me? I wasn't looking for..." In midsentence Jayab
stopped and smiled at the look Anthony gave him, as if
saying `come on, don't BS me', continuing, "Yeah okay.
So I was looking for Geff."

With his palm on the wooden door, Anthony leaves the
advice, "I think you'll have better luck dialing the
number on the card."

All this time, Jayab hadn't realized he still held the
card in his hand. As the two entered Barry's room,
Jayab stashed it in his pocket.

"Aren't you a sorry sight!"

"Oh... hi... coach," Barry said in slow motion as if
on his death bed, hid head planted in the pillow, only
his eyes moving to greet the two.

"It's probably the relaxer they gave him," a voice
from the corner of the room stated.

Anthony and Jayab shifting attention to their left
sides, greeted a figure getting up from his chair.

"Well I'll be. Where have you been for the last six
years, Rashid?"

As the two hugged, Rashid replied, "Here and there,
coach. I decided to become a doctor, then changed my
mind. I'm doing some part time work in vetenary
science at Applegate this spring."

Bringing their friendly hug to an end, Anthony
immediately asks, "Maybe we can get you back into the
sports program?"

"I thought," Rashid glances to the other person
standing there in silence, "atheletes have to be full
time students?"

"Where's there's a will there's a way," Anthony quoted
something he's heard over and over. At the same time,
he caught on to Rashid looking beyond himself, his
head bobbing up and down. "Oh, this is Jayab Yousef."

"Another trophy added to Applegate's swim team?"
Rashid passed by Anthony to `confront' the tall
mideastern student.

"Actually, track'n'field," Anthony replied, turning to
view Rashid taking the offered hand from Jayab, Rashid
using it to reel the twenty-one year old in for a hug.

Peering over Rashid's shoulder, Jayab mouthed the
words to Anthony, `How did he know?'. Anthony just
smiled, shrugging his shoulders, same time a flashback
reminding him Rashid was always 99% right when his
gaydar picked up on certain vibes.

It confirmed Jayab's assumptions, Rashid knowing he
was gay, when the twenty-seven year old asked, "How
about grabbing a beer sometime?"

"Um," Jayab stuttered, "I dunno. Um, sure. When?"

Taking a piece of paper from his pocket, Rashid
clicked the top of a pen, wrote the `R' word, then
seven digits. "Give me a call..." then after the last
digit, "tonight."

He twisted his bod around, as Rashid made for the
door. "See you later maybe."

"Who me?" Anthony joked.

"Oh no," Rashid followed up with, "I don't fool around
with married men!"

"Have a seat," Anthony told Jayab, a nod to Barry
saying he was in dreamland.

"Omigosh!"

"What?"

"I've got two guys to call. What do I do?"

Giggling, Anthony replies, "Take up juggling?"

"No fooling around coach. What do I do? Should I call
Rashid or Geff?"

Anthony gave up his soap box for Jayab, who
monopolized the conversation, saying, "I felt
something.. I don't know what, when Rashid gave me a
hug. But then again, even though Geff didn't even
touch me, I felt.... something. They both are
incredibly handsome.. I mean," then realizing what
he's just said, rationalizes, "I guess that makes me
gay. Omigosh! I'm gay!"

"I could have told you that yesterday," Anthony summed
up.

"How come you didn't coach?"

"Because you probably wouldn't have believed me.
Besides, a man has to find out by himself. Nobody can
or has the right to dictate to someone else what he
can or cannot be."

"Does this mean I'm out?"

"Being `out' to yourself is a start Jayab. From here
on it's up to you. You don't have to go broadcasting
it. Let people find out naturally."

"I guess," Jayab replied, not sure he fully
understood.

Tapping his palm on Jayab's thigh, removing it,
Anthony states, "Hey! There's your source."

"Source?"

"Rashid. From what I recall he is a very nice young
man, kind, an ear always willing to listen. He might
prove to be an asset for your questions."

"Good. I will give Rashid a call tonight."

"Then again," Anthony posed, "you can't leave Geff
hanging either."

"What do I do about Geff?"

"It's not like you're in a committed relationship with
Rashid. Give Geff a call today or tomorrow or whenever
you feel like."

Snapping his fingers, Jayab says, "You know, I bet
Geff has the gift?"

"Gift?" Anthony questioned.

"Like Rashid. He knew I was gay without saying it."

"Gaydar," Anthony defined it.

"Oh I get it. Like radar."

Not realizing the time flying by, they both got on
their feet when Rashid walked in.

"Any idea when Barry will be waking up?" Anthony
quizzed him.

"Try back tomorrow. By the time he snaps out of it,
visiting hours will be over," Rashid replied, not
being able to hold full concentration on Anthony. Even
though he was chatting with Anthony, Rashid made like
talking with both. "Except family that is. We make
exception. They can visit most anytime." Then, with a
smile on his face, Rashid says, "Than again, from
prior experience, if you have treated Barry like you
did me, off the record I'd call you `family'."

"Thanks for saying so," Anthony said, patting Rashid
on the shoulder.

As the two made their way out the door, Anthony had to
physically manhandle Jayab's arm, tearing him away
from idle conversation with Rashid.

"Nice guy," Jayab told Anthony, elated, as they
strolled the hallway.

"Yes, but I think telling him five times you were
going to call him tonight is enough?"

"Five times? Omigosh! Did I really? He must think I'm
some kind of... of ninkompoop!"

Rolling his eyes, Anthony replies, "Something like
that," not exactly knowing the definition of the word,
if there was one!  "Let me leave you with a word of
advice, Jayab. Slow down. In the beginning almost
everybody has the inclination to want to jump into
bed. If you're serious about starting a relationship
you have to take it easy. Start out slow.. take baby
steps and then...."

Before Anthony could elaborate, a hunky voice asks,
"Did you get a chance to look at the card?"

It was Geff's way of making contact with Jayab, as he
stood there leaning against a gurney in the hallway.

"I'll meet you at the car," Anthony said, parting
ways.

`Omigosh!' Jayab thought. `He's leaving me alone!'
Returning his attention to Geff, he said, "You're a
landscaper and EMT?"

"Have my own business," Geff said, arms folded across
his middle, hands tucked into his pits, as he
addressed the track jock. "I could use a college guy,
out to make a few bucks during spring break, if you're
interested."

"Oh," Jayab answered, as if a let down. "I
thought...."

His eyes shifting from left to right, an empty hallway
leaving them to their privacy, Geff let his arms fall
to his side, straighten his bod up, stand on his two
feet as he walked the distance of a foot up to Jayab's
personage. He quickly stole a glance down, a hand
taking the belt buckle of Jayab's pants in one hand,
the other sneaking up Jayab's back. A hand cupped the
jock's head, the other pulling Jayab closer. Their
bods meet as Geff's lips invaded Jayab's mouth.
Surprised, silently quoting his favorite expression,
`omigosh!', Jayab stood there, hands at his sides,
eyes wide open, watching Geff at work on his face,
peering into closed eyes. New to the scene, he
duplicated Geff's moves, a hand to the back of the
head, the other at Geff's belt, his eyes closing,
which brought a whole new meaning to the action. Just
as he felt comfortable, Geff backed off.

A smile, accompanied by a giggle, Geff asks, "New to
this, huh?"

"Maybe a little," Jayab said, not wanting to admit
total ignorance.

"I get off duty at six. Give me a call. Maybe I can
help you get educated!"

"Omigosh!" Jayab said out loud, watching Geff wheel
the gurney towards the emergency room, when he
discovered his jeans in a forced tenting position.

Figuring he had only forty-five minutes left on the
clock, Anthony decided to pay a visit to the
Billington household. Searching his little red book of
student addresses, he left it open on the passenger
seat, a little piece of paper falling out. Vaguely
knowing the area, he curved to the left and right,
finding himself coasting down the hill right before
the turnoff onto Drexel Court.  A newer area of
Eskridge, where homes lay sprawled out, sliced up by
the bare trees, he searched mailbox posts for number
4. He smiled, remembering meeting Barry and Larry for
the first time, two years ago, among Barry's
credentials a crude map showing directions to their
house. At the time, Anthony thought it `cute', but now
he had already the idea set in his head for local
students to include it in their file. Old parts of
Eskridge he could find his way almost blindfolded, but
the newer `growth', he welcomed the help. `Oh my!' he
exclaimed to himself, pulling in the long driveway,
happening upon a blond cutie, tossing a basketball
through a hoop, accompanied by a dark hair youth,
around the same age. Knowing Barry and Larry were
blondies, he could guess which kid was Gary. "Your
parents in?" Anthony questioned the tall blond,
different than the twins, having some meat on his
bones.

Holding the basketball under his arm, the blond said,
"Not yet."

The dark-haired kid came to rest next to him, placing
his elbow to rest, on his shoulder, the dark-haired
kid says, "You're the coach over at Applegate, aren't
you?"

"Coach Torricelli," he answered.

Right into his hands the two prospectus entered, the
dark-haired guy asking, "You have any spots open on
your swim team for next year?"

"There's always room for new athletes, but it's not
all that simple."

Up until now things seemed too serious, until the
dark-haired kid opened up, smiled and said, "I'm
pretty good at swimming. Over at my place," he nodded
in the direction of across the street, "we've got an
almost-olympic size swimming pool. Anytime you want to
watch me, let me know."

"Me too," his basketball teammate replied.

"And you would be?"

Very politely, the dark-haired kid surrendered his
stance of leaning, straightened up and offered a hand,
saying, "Kevin Windsor. My bro's on your track team."

"Oh right. Kelan," Anthony instantly recognised the
name, but unfortunately the last man running this
afternoon on the track.

"This here is Gary," Kevin introduced his bud.

Anthony smiled, when Gary offered a smile in place of
his hand for saying `hi'.

"I got an idea. How about a little one-on-one?" Kevin
asks, pulling the left arm of his shirt with his right
hand. "Us skins," he says, ripping his shirt off over
his head.

"You mean two-on-one?" Anthony questions the two,
Kevin stripped to the waist, Gary still contemplating.


"Sure or you and I could have a go at it?"

It didn't entirely go over Anthony's head, the teen's
bod, two teen nips adorning his pecs, a slight patch
of midchest hair, the faint trail running down between
his abs, small swatch under his navel. "Would be nice,
but I'm really here for a different purpose."

"Oh, okay," Kevin replied, allowing his shirt to ride
on one bicep.

"So, your parents? You were saying?" Anthony directed
to Gary, even though he hadn't said much about them.

"Dad won't be home until around seven. Mom should be
home from school soon, only not tonight."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Y'see Barry had this little accident and she's
at the hospital with him."

`Dah!' Anthony thought. Of course. He had remembered
Edwin contacting Larry soon after the incident. She
must've shown right after he and Jayab left. "Right...
right," Anthony replied. "I just wanted to make sure
they got the message."

"So maybe we can hike over to Applegate some afternoon
after school and show you some stuff?" Kevin referred
to the swimming.

"Sure. But call before you come. As you probably know
I juggle two teams at once now."

"No problem," Kevin said.

As Anthony departed, backing out of the drive, he saw
Kevin toss the shirt on a bush, then pound the
basketball out of Gary's hand. Unlike his shy
character, he braked a minute, watching Gary go after
Kevin with a vengeance!

Returning home at five, Anthony dropped his bod into
one of the older, soft livingroom chairs.

Passing through, on the way to the pool, only a towel
draped over one shoulder, Nicholas groped himself,
saying to Anthony, "Need something to get you moving?"

Digging up old memories, Anthony replies, "Sure. Why
don't you just throw a hood over my head and force
your way right in?"

Taking the liberty, Nicholas parks his ass on the arm
of the very chair Anthony lounges in. "Now you know
that wasn't my fault. Like I had no intentions of
porking you at Miguel's place and you know it."

"Yeah, but once you got inside you didn't hold back,
Nicholas!"

"Like you minded?"

A devilous mood suddenly came over Anthony. He decided
to `torture' Nicholas. Leaning forwards, he grabbed at
Nicholas' cock, nestled in the dark weedy pubes, his
mouth opening wide, taking his fuck tool all the way
in.

"Oh shit Anthony!"

In less than a minute Anthony backed off, thus the
torturous part.

"Now look what you've gone and done!"

Anthony howled as Nicholas held his own ten inch
jabber in hand, somewhat in the hardening stage. In
retribution, Nicholas announces, "I have a good mind
to pull down your pants and fuck the living daylights
out of you!"

Still with a smile in place, the two froze, Nicholas'
hand doing the natural thing, keeping his tool
aroused, Anthony staring into his dear friend's eyes,
with the prospect of a `maybe' on his mind. Dropping
his hard tool, Nicholas stands up, informs Anthony,
"As much as like to... I mean....."

Silence permeated the room until Nicholas spoke his
mind, confessing, "I know you had asked me and I... I
didn't want to admit it, but.... well the truth
is...."

"Let me save you some spit," Anthony said, pushing up
on the arms of the chair, Nicholas' eyes following him
from a sitdown position to right in front of his face.
"I had `some words' with Roberto after we came back
from Miguel's. He understands."

"Understands what?" Nicholas questions, wondering if
this was headed in the same direction as his talk with
Randy.

"I know we never said it to each other, but let's face
the music. We were more than friends before we met our
guys."

Letting his cock drop, a few light bounces off it's
cushioned bed, Nicholas stood there, hands on hips,
head down as if surveying his thighs.

"Well?" Anthony asks, a hand uprighting Nicholas'
chin, so their eyes meet. "I'll be the first to admit
it Nicholas, so..."

>From his torso to Anthony's shoulder blades, he was
quicker than a flash of lightning, his mouth doing the
same, cuddling Anthony in his arms, his lips showing
his affection stronger than words. Both participated
in the loving reciprocation. After a moment, Anthony
felt up what he sensed, Nicholas' hardness rubbing up
against the zipper of his khakis. "C'mon," he made the
first word of encouragement, "we have time before they
get home."

Nicholas stood there, not entirely sure this was the
right call, but didn't fight the feeling nor Anthony's
hand on his, beckoning him to the stairway. After
hitting one of the spare rooms, first one at the top
of the stairway, Anthony began pulling the Applegate
polo shirt from his belted pants. Whipping the towel
from his shoulder, tossing it on an armchair, Nicholas
says, "No. Allow me, Anthony."

As if Nicholas had a shirt on, Anthony moved both
hands up the sides of his bod, as Nicholas did the
real thing, worked his hands under Anthony's shirt.
While Nicholas peeled his shirt, Anthony held on to
sturdy biceps.

"I almost forgot what it was like holding a muscular
man."

Nicholas smiled back, thinking of himself and Anthony,
not putting two and two together, regarding Roberto's
stringbean bod. As soon as Anthony's shirt came off
over his head, he cocked his neck towards Nicholas'
chest, cupping his lips over his hairy left nip.

Holding on to Anthony, as if for dear life, Nicholas
squeezed his eyes shut, his head dropping back, his
moaning showing how much he liked what was happening.

Leaving his left nip, Anthony massaged his spit into
it, taking on the right nip. His other hand dropped
down between Nicholas' thighs. Now, toying with the
nip, Anthony grasped it in his teeth and pulled away
from the dark, hairy pec. He smiled to himself when he
felt the palpitations he was giving Nicholas.

As soon as Anthony let up on the nip, disconnected, he
felt Nicholas' hand guide him down to his knees. With
his tongue extended, he painted a line of saliva down
Nicholas' abs, wetting down the straight trail, a dart
in and out of his deep bellyhole. Before going to work
on Nicholas' hard shaft, Anthony grabbed the sides of
Nicholas torso, turning him, facing his ass towards
the bed. Taking the hint, Nicholas sat then used his
hands to elevate his bod as he backed up to the
headboard, dropping his head into the pillow. With his
belt already undone, Anthony unsnapped and unzippered,
kicking his sneakers off at the same time loosing his
pants, stripping them off almost completely inside
out.

"Ready for the best blowjob a man can get?" Anthony
teased him, as his hands guided him up the bed, hands
walking up the hairy shins, parking on his thighs.

"Second best," Nicholas replied, defending Randy.

In retribution, Anthony said, "Second best blowjob!"

Playing his game of `hard to get', Anthony took
Nicholas' stretched out, hard ten inch tool in his
hand. Still with his eyes on Nicholas, he let a wad of
spit drip out from his mouth. Not as hot as lips
caressing it, still it put Nicholas into a fit of
ecstasy when the wet liquid slowly dropped onto the
head of his cock, Anthony rubbing it in and all about.
He expected some type of reprimand from Nicholas but
when it didn't come, he leaned down, taking the thick
shaft directly inside. After a few minutes of licking,
sucking, again his lips licking the outside shaft,
Nicholas' hands pressed hard on the back of Anthony's
head.

Coming up for air, he coughed, cursing Nicholas out,
"Whatd'ya trying to do? Impale my throat?"

"Just fuckin' quit the complainin' and get back down
on it?"

"Looks like Miguel has rubbed off on you, bud!"

His senses returning, Nicholas smiled at Anthony.
Placing his hands under Anthony's pits, he gave a
hefty pull, saying, "Com'ere."

Totally with surprise, Anthony found himself lying on
his back, Nicholas assuming the bottom position, his
mouth going to work on wetting down his hairy chest.

"But?" Anthony tried the one word protest.

A hand to Anthony's shoulder, Nicholas steadied him
back into the mattress from the half-crunch position,
calmingly saying, "Just sit back and enjoy."

Most of the time, as Nicholas wetter down his pecs
with his tongue, his hand busied at stroking both of
them. "Oooooh, I'm coming sooooo close, Nicholas."

"Yeah, me too," the twenty-six year old replied.

"What the fuck do you think your doing Nicholas?"

A grin on his face, Nicholas straddled Anthony's hips,
his ten inch pipe laying in the bed of Anthony's
stomach hair, his ass high in the air.

"Nicholas?" Anthony protested.

As Nicholas held Anthony's cock, pointing it towards
his own ass he replied, "Since we're both close and
only one of us is lubed up..."

"Nicholas.... are you sure?"

His answer came as he lowered his ass, the opening to
his fuck hole becoming closer and closer to the tip of
Anthony's cock. "There's only one man I'd allow invade
my ass."

It was the last thing said, other than moans and
groans of ecstasy. They worked in unison, Anthony
having to do a little hip grinding, Nicholas doing
most of the work of lifting his bod up, then letting
gravity do the rest, having Anthony's tool sink into
his ass canal. It wasn't like he wasn't getting any
pleasure out of it, his cock rubbing back and forth
over Anthony's padded chest and stomach, Anthony's
chest and stomach slimed with Nicholas' precum.

Randy caught a ride home with Adam, the hour he had
between shifts before reporting back to Applegate for
the night. As they walked in the front door, Roberto
was right on their tails, entering. Right away, Adam
excused himself, walking off towards the pool, enroute
to the back door.

"Awfully quiet in here," Randy said.

Roberto replied, "Almost too quiet!"

With eye contact, each wondered. As if by mental
telepathy they mutually agreed on walking towards the
stairway.

"This place reeks," Randy said, as Roberto pushed the
door open at the top of the stairs.

"Nicholas is lying on top of Anthony."

"Not what I expected, but close," Randy said of
Roberto's description.

Standing there, as if a stare-down contest, Roberto
finally says, "We talked it over and now look! It's
finally happened."

"Yup," Randy replies, adding with a smile, "so you up
for it?"

Joking, Roberto looks down at his crotch, saying, "Not
up yet, but I guess `you' can take care of that!"

Laughing it off, Randy asks, "Your place or mine?"

Instead they chose the room vacated by Jorge Mello, to
join his new mate, Tino.

"So," Roberto says, rubbing his palms, "our first time
together."

"Yup. Meaning our first time together `not in the
woods'!" Randy replies, standing there, as neither
make any effort to strip down. "Nervous?"

"Um no," Roberto casually replies, then, "Yes!"

"You ain't the only one!"

After their joviality subsided, the two moved in
closer to each other.

"How about we pretend we're in the woods?"

Randy sort of thought it a good idea, only after bods
barely touching, he said of it, "It's not working."

"Looks like they had no problem doing it," Roberto
talks of Nicholas and Anthony.

"Maybe if we get into bed first?"

Liking the idea, Roberto helps peel down the comforter
and top sheet of the bed. They lay down on their
backs, eyes faced towards `up', arms folded across
stomachs. After an interval of time they turned their
heads towards each other.

"Not working, is it?"

"Right and I think I know why," Roberto answers.

"Why?"

"We're not in the mood."

Roberto's theory interested Randy, so he turned on his
side, parking his elbow in the pillow, propping his
head up on his palm. "You're right. I think we were
set on doing it only because they did it."

"How about a swim?"

Now in total agreement, the two jumped out of bed,
redressed it and headed out into the hallway. Halfway
down the hallway, Randy says, "I think I feel like
doing it."

"You sure do!" Roberto replied, staring between
Randy's legs.

With an about face they sought the direction from
which they came.

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2B continued...

Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee
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