Date: Mon, 1 Oct 2007 15:42:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: ROAD TRIP  breaking silence

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  breaking silence
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"What took you guys?" Larry shouted over the horsing
around in the pool, as Robbie embraced Barry.

"We were busy falling in love, right Robbie?" He looks
up at Robbie.

"Yeah. Look, I'm going to go over and talk to coach,
okay, babe?" He directs to Barry, giving the blond a
little pec on the cheek.

"Yup," Barry responds. "I gotta talk to Larry anyway!"

As the two parted company, Larry led Barry back to the
grouping he sat with. Seeing himself in the minority,
elbows, asses, cocks and balls blowing to the wind,
Barry didn't waste any time in loosing his clothes.
The first time the team had a victory party at Coach
Torricelli's mansion, Barry was a little reluctant to
strip. Ten parties later and it was a normal reaction.


Out of the group of six or seven, Larry segregates one
guy, "This is Edwin."

"The other gay guy with Greenville's swim team," Barry
picks up on right away.

"Nice to finally meet you," the suave latino replies,
offering a short hug.

Watching, Barry notices, as Larry winds his arm around
Edwin's waist, moving his right hand between Edwin's
armpit and bod, finally resting his palm against the
twenty year old's chest, softly petting the dark hair.


"Hey, I bet you and Edwin are just like Robbie and
me!" Barry says excitedly.

"How?" Edwin and Larry say together.

"In love?"

"Love?" Larry says, his hand dropping to Edwin's hairy
thigh, more dumbfounded by the idea. "You can't be in
love, Barry."

"Why not? Barry questions as if, because of his
disabilities, he shouldn't being things normal guys
do.

"Yeah, why not?" Edwin asks, his head glancing over
his shoulder.

"Edwin honey, go fetch me a drink?"

"Sure. Anything for you, Barry?" Edwin offers.

"He'll have a coke," Larry tells him, a slap to
Edwin's pale-skinned butt, standing out from the rest
of his tanned bod.

"I think I'll have a beer, Edwin," Barry opposes his
bro, branching out, showing signs of independence.

Looking back over his shoulder, his sexy back twisting
with his torso, Edwin waits for the final call.

"Okay, but one," Larry gives the final word.

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"So, it'll be no problem driving me back to my truck?"
Robbie inquires, coach and swimmer knowing they are
checking each other out.

"I'll have Nicholas come with us," Anthony replied,
casting a look from down below, to eye level.

With beer in hand, Robbie chats with Anthony, asking,
using his beer as a symbol of nodding, as his other
hand is feeling up his own hairy stomach, "Who's the
hot stud over there?"

"Oh, you haven't met Adam, have you?" recalling the
lengthy amount of passed time, since they've all
gathered for a pool party.

"No," Robbie downs a chug, "but I'd sure be interested
in meeting him!"

As they walk the circumference of the pool, Anthony
cautions, "I have to warn you, Robbie. Adam's taken."

"Then it looks like we're in the same boat."

Stopping, Anthony probes, "Oh? So, I take it you and
Barry have something going?"

"I dunno. Maybe. See if we make it to first base
tonight!"

As they both laughed, approaching Adam, the ex-cop
stands, Sep returning with a drink in each hand,
little umbrellas defining each.

After the introductions, Robbie stares at their
drinks, saying, "Looks good. The umbrellas-- cute!"

"Here, have mine," Sep says, offering his.

"Oh no. I don't want to..."

"No problem, Robbie. I can make more."

As Sep departs, Adam states, "Sep makes the best pina
coladas. He can whip one up in a jiffy. "

With Sep off to the bar, assuming the position of
unofficial bartender, Robbie downs the last quarter of
his beer, then taking a sip of the tropical brew.

"Good... hey, where's coach?" Robbie questions,
looking around the apron of the pool.

"Don't look now, but I think he's been hijacked!"

The two watch, as Anthony, having been pushed into the
pool, is dragged off by Nicholas, a pawn in a game of
chicken fights.

"Seems to me I've seen some of these other guys
before," Robbie says, just as well glad Adam has
invited him to sit, the power of testosterone coming
over him, as he gazes at the thirty or so pieces of
walking and swimming flesh.

"The Greenville team. Anthony relayed the story to us
about the two homophobes. He couldn't say no to Barry,
when he had invited Edwin and Gil to the party."

"I remember," Robbie said.

"Well, the other guys tried the same stint and it
worked!"

Robbie grins, saying, "Like coach minds looking at all
this eye candy?"

With a wink and a sip out of the little straw, Adam
clues Robbie in, "Hey, we all have our needs, don't
you think?"

Robbie couldn't deny it. However, as Adam watched the
chicken fights in the pool, different shades of skin
rise and fall, Robbie stretched his neck, his face
pointed towards the trio of seats, watching Barry go
at it, talking his head off with Larry and Edwin.

"Excuse me," Robbie said, getting up.

Adam doing the same, walking to pool's edge and
jumping in. Tossing a towel onto another chair, swiped
from being unattended, joining the three filled
chairs, Robbie parks his ass next to Barry.

"Hey babe!" Rang out, Robbie smiling at Barry, at
stealing his phrase.

"Babe, yourself!" Robbie returned, pulling on Barry's
arm, giving him a peck on the cheek.

Being outspoken, true to Barry's nature, he hopped out
of his seat and dropped his bareass right on Robbie's
package. "Would you believe this? Me, Barry Billington
snagging the hottest guy on campus!"

Larry rolled his eyes, with regrets about remarking to
his twin brother. It made Robbie blush, however it set
Edwin giggling, not so much at Robbie, but towards
Barry.

"Um, I wouldn't say hottest," Robbie meekly said. "I
mean, I think Larry is kind of hot!"

"Larry?" Barry said, a sort of mean approach to his
misunderstanding.

Then calling Barry's attention, Larry states, "Um,
like we're twins, Barry? Get it? We look exactly
alike?"

Another round of laughter filled the quartet, when
Barry looks to his bro's pubes, then his own, saying,
"Almost!"

"Um, that could hurt!" Edwin suggests, focusing on
Barry's pubes.

In rebuttal, Robbie tells him, "I wouldn't know, but
maybe I'll have something to report tomorrow morning.
Um, what about yourself, Edwin?"

However, it was Barry getting in on the joking, more
with a frank assumption, "You and Edwin going to do it
tonight too, Larry?"

"Have things all planned out, huh Robbie?" Larry
asked, as if an accusation.

Robbie's mouth was open, ready to say something, when
Edwin responded faster, his hand slapping onto Larry's
thigh, fingertips draped over, barely touching Larry's
balls, "Um, maybe it's not only Robbie with some
secret thoughts?"

It shut Larry up immediately, not shy with Edwin's
thoughts, plus the flashy smile, as an afterthought.

"Anthony said you had a problem with your truck? A
flat?"

Barry has been to team parties at Anthony's before,
knowing most of the live-in residents. From a
distance, he's seen Nicholas, shirtless, pantless and
everything else-less, but never this close, as when he
sat on Robbie's lap, an arm around the swim jock's
broad shoulders. As Robbie and Nicholas conversed,
Nicholas standing there, dripping wet, Barry's
attention had been drawn to something more
fascinating.

Until Robbie asks, "Right, Barry?"

"About what?" Barry answers, head switching around to
Robbie's face.

Not blind to Barry's dilemma, Nicholas says, a hand
playing with his own balls, tumbling them around in
his hand, "About Robbie's flat? We should maybe see
about going to see if it can be `blown' up?"

This time, it was no secret to Barry, he was watching
Nicholas' playful handling of his sacs, his cock
responding to the feel-good action. What a tease
Nicholas could be!

Trying to create a diversion for Barry, Robbie says,
"I'm not sure I want to leave the truck out on the
side of the road all night, right babe?"

"Sure," Barry replies, paying more attention to
Robbie. "Want me to come, babe?"

"Nah," Robbie replies, starting to get up, hinting
Barry to slide off his lap.

When Robbie stood up, Barry compared their stats.
"Hey, you and Nicholas are the same height!"

>From Barry sitting on Robbie's thighs, cock rubbing up
against the nineteen year old's bare ass, it had taken
rise, so that when standing next to Nicholas, Robbie
matched the twenty-six year old in more than being
tall.

Barry noticed.  `Telling it like it is',  he exclaims,
"Wow! You're both the same `height' there, too!"

In a playful mood, Nicholas responds, "Are you sure
about that?"

"I think," Barry tells, eyes darting between the two
specimens in question.

"Only one way to find out!"

Nobody could have been more surprised, than Robbie,
when Nicholas stepped close to the college swim jock,
reached out, taking both cocks in hand and lay them
side by side. As if nothing special, Nicholas states,
"Almost the same."

"Can you measure mine too, Nicholas?"

It made Robbie's demeanor change from mediocre, to
giddy, when Nicholas' big hand dropped both cocks.

"Sure, but first we have to `firm it up'?" Nicholas
presented, walking around behind Barry, plastering his
hairy chest to the teen's back.

Standing to the side, Nicholas worked Barry's barrel,
stroking it to and fro. At the same time, Nicholas
kept his shaft up to par, for the faceoff.

"Aren't you gonna get jealous, babe?" Barry asks
Robbie.

"Feels good, don't it?" Robbie replies, his hand at
his own cock.

"Yup. So?"

"Why should I put a damper on something you are
liking?"

At first, Barry thought it strange Robbie wasn't
punching Nicholas' lights out, for shimmying his cock
up to his ass, taking his cock in hand and stroking
it, but then chocked it up to, "I guess."

Soon they had to put the measuring stats on hold, as
poor Barry, a foreign hand working his cock, plus the
visual, watching Robbie keep his own cock firm,
provided too much desire for him to keep his manjuices
contained.

"Uuhh... ooooh ooooooh!" Barry sighed, as his hips
jutted back and forth, spewing his cum out.

First wave, it shot straight out, hitting Robbie in
the stomach, the white goo dripping down, running over
Robbie's deep innie, some sinking in, then coating his
treasure trail. It didn't phase him much, as he kept
on stroking himself, with more intensity, using
Barry's cum as lubrication.

"Oh yeah! C'mon babe... do it!" Barry urged Robbie on,
his hand on his own cock, squeezing the last of his
white juice out.

"Wow! I can't believe I came so much!" Barry said,
stealing some of his own cum back from Robbie's abs.

Making him more turned on, Nicholas took hold of
Barry's hand, pressing it flat against Robbie's slimy
abs, then moving it around, a hand other than his own,
rubbing against his pecs and abs. Throwing his head
back, Robbie shot his load.

Seeing Robbie cum, Barry's imagination fueled his
desires to see Nichlas lose his load, asking, "Aren't
you going to come, Nicholas?"

"I dunno. Maybe if you give a `hand'?"

"Me?" Barry questioned the older hunk.

Robbie, taking an occasional taste from his own bod,
got his hand on his cock, ready to watch his lover
stroking the tall muscle man.

Deciding he needed a little lube, Nicholas, man in
control of the scene, reaches over to Robbie's pubes,
seeing if he can drain anymore cum out of the
swimmer's `faucet'.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Robbie made a long sigh of pleasure,
mixing with the pangs of having already come.

"Um, Nicholas?"

"Yes?" he shot back to Barry.

"Next time you do that, ask?"

"Oh?" Nicholas inquired, thinking of how freely Robbie
allowed him to take Barry's cock in his hand. "Sorry.
Um, may I?" he inquired about taking another jerk of
Robbie's soft shaft.

"Okay," Barry replied, Robbie doing all he could to
keep from bursting out in laughter.

"Let's see what I can do," Nicholas says, going at it,
stroking himself with a fury.

"Why not? It's big, isn't it?" Barry asks.

"'Cause...I just came about an hour ago."

Not meaning to be, Barry says, standing there, hands
on hips, staring down at the 10c firming up, tells
him, "Oh, you'll have no trouble, Nicholas. It's real
hard now."

Nicholas wasn't the only one handling his cock,
working it up into a thick stick. For the second time,
in less than five minutes, Robbie was going at it too.


Barry noticed, saying, "Wow! I wonder if I can do it
again too?"

"Pathetic," Larry said, arms across his middle.

"Oh, you're just jealous because you're not in on the
action," Edwin replies, his hand reaching over Larry's
thigh, forming around his deflated cock.

"I'm getting close," Robbie says, his hand gliding
quickly up and down his shaft.

"Oh yeah?" Nicholas says, grinning, another one of his
pranks, readying to play it on Barry.

This time, he nodded to Robbie, as much as to tell him
to train his cock in Barry's direction, as he did the
same. As if watching a ping pong match, Barry, unable
to predict who was going to come first, diversifies
his attention.

"OMG!" Barry yells out, when both Nicholas and Robbie
scream out in blissful pain, their cocks unloading.
There, standing in front of the two, their ropes of
cum shoot all over the nineteen year olds stomach and
pubes. He forgets about stroking himself up in another
orgasm. Then, turning to his Edwin and his twin, he
says, "Will you look what they did to me? It was like
feeling them squirting a hose on me!" Barry exclaims,
his hand slipping some of mixed cum off his stomach,
onto his fingers, as if a specimen onto a slide. Then,
holding it up, looking at it as if his eyes are a
microscope, he reports to all, "Wow! This sure has
some viscosity!"

"Now, where have I heard that before?" Robbie asks,
wiping his remaining goo on his own abs.

Barry, not forgetting things said, asks, "So, are you
going to squirt your stuff out again, Nicholas?"

"Nah," he replies, regarding his third time, "I better
save some for Randy."

"That's who's missing!" Barry notices. Where's Randy?"

With some quick thinking, Nicholas remembers the jive
he gave to the rest of the guys, when asked, saying,
"Randy wasn't feeling so hot, so he made it an early
evening."

In reality, Randy wasn't quite ready to make his
public debut, regarding the look of his bod from that
fateful afternoon, some days ago. Actually, part of
Nicholas' throbbing  boner could be attributed to the
fact of having the urge to view the porn he rented, to
keep Randy `entertained'.

"Our mom used to say, when somebody's sick, seeing
somebody else could make them feel better. Maybe we
all should go see him?"  Barry suggests.

It would have been Nicholas' worst nightmare, Barry
and the gang seeing Randy, instead of sickly, lying in
bed, stroking to the sight of guys sucking and fucking
each other over.

"Well, he's probably sleeping by now." Then, off
subject, "Um, how far down the road, did you guys walk
from?" Nicholas inquires.

"It was real scary, but when Robbie put his arm around
me, I wasn't scared anymore!" Barry recalled. "I bet,
if we saw a bear, Robbie could just bong him on the
head," Barry made a fist, hitting it against his other
hand, "and knock the living daylights out of him,
right Robbie?"

"Let's hope I never get the chance," Robbie replies,
making everybody laugh. Then, more seriously, "I'm
about a quarter mile down the road," he tells
Nicholas.

"Well, I guess we better coverup!" Nicholas suggests.

Already, the pool party started to wind down, the
waters settling into little troughs transformed from
small tsunamis. Guys either lounged in chairs, sipping
drinks, or paired up, remaining in the darker corners
of the pool, making out.

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Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee
This story may not be sold, nor made part of any
collection without prior written permission, by the
author.