Date: Tue, 5 Feb 2008 15:45:32 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: ROAD TRIP  curious

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  curious
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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While waiting for the pizza boy Anthony sat on the
stool in the kitchen, his attention divided between
the weekend's happenings before and after their
Thanksgiving dinner at Miguel's place. Suddenly he was
jolted out of his reverie when the doorbell rang.
Getting up he exclaimed, "Geesh! I can't go to the
door like this!" His eye caught the kitchen apron
Roberto had been wearing. Throwing a loop over his
head, he grabbed the two narrow strings and tried
fastening them around his waist as he sped to the
door. He spot checked to make sure the apron at least
covered his private parts.

"Eight pizzas?" the youth rattled off.

"That's me," Anthony replied, lifting his right hand
and placing it on top of the box, to relieve the kid
of his load.

The pizza boy offered, "I got it," he seemed to hug
the tall order. "Where do you want it, mister?"

"Right over here," Anthony said, leading the kid
towards the kitchen countertop.

If Anthony had eyes in the back of his head, he could
have seen the pizza delivery boy with a toothy grin,
just wanting to break out in giggles, laughing his ass
off at Anthony's backside, the apron not at all doing
justice to hiding his ass crevice.

"Um, nice apron," the kid said, making a point.

After setting the pizzas down, Anthony whisked around,
hiding the obvious attack of words. On the tip of his
tongue to say something, he was abruptly interrupted.

"Hey coach, the guys want to know when the pizza....
is coming.. oh hi!" Barry ended his remark, looking at
the guy khaki white pants and white shirt. "You here
for the party?"

Like stage-struck before an audience, the pizza boy
scanned over Barry's bod, taking in the breathtaking
view of the wet-haired blonde, the slight mass of
midchest hair, a thin stripe down the nineteen year
olds stomach, then cutting from navel to pubes,
swallowing when he spotted Barry's endowment.

"He's the pizza delivery boy," Anthony replied to
Barry even though his attention was commanded by the
comical sight of the speechless pizza boy, so obvious
at scanning Barry's bod.

Walking up to the kid, Barry outspokenly asked,
"You're gay, aren't you?"

Caught entirely off guard, the kid rummaged for words,
saying, "Um... me? Gay? Um... I...well..."

"It's okay if you are. We all are!"

Looking from Barry to Anthony, who forced a smile, the
kid gulped. Directing to Anthony he asked "You too?"

Before he could answer, Robbie comes in, dripping wet,
a towel around his neck hiding his pecs but not
anywhere else. "Hey babe," he greeted his lover, but
with more attention on the pizza aroma. "Cool! Pizzas
here!" It's then he noticed the short kid standing in
front of Barry. Not registering as the delivery guy,
Robbie asks, "Cool. You here for the party?"

Anthony rolled his eyes at the second swimjock to
completely overlook the red tag, reading `Vittorio's
Pizza'. All the kid needed was his money and tip and
he was out of there. However, right now payment nor
the two other deliveries in his car were on his mind.

For one run-on sentence, Barry says, "Hey Robbie, this
is Zach, but he's not here for the party. He's gay.
Hey, I got an idea... wanna come to the party, Zach?"

By this time Robbie had taken what he came for,
accidentally pinching one nip between the boxes, but
not mentioning it to anyone on account of it turned
him on.

"I think Zach is still on duty," Anthony suggested, in
regards to the invite, not that he minded it.

Delaying his reaction, Robbie too joined the thought
saying, "Coach is right. It's Friday night. Zach has
probably got a mound of pizzas to deliver." With his
nip still clenched between the cardboard boxes, the
result charged up his pubic region. Not able to look
over the boxes of pizza, he knew the outcome, with the
tingling in his loins, so excused himself, announcing,
"I better get this out to the pool. The animals are
getting restless."

"You got more deliveries?" Barry asks Zach, standing
in front of him, no more than a foot apart.

Wanting to get back to the party, Anthony stuffed
seventy-five bucks in the kids hand, saying, "Keep the
change, `Zach'."

"Thanks," Zach tore his attention away from Barry. "I
guess I..." he stole one more glance to Barry's bulge,
"I better get going. Got two more deliveries."

Assuming Zach was gay, which he hadn't admitted to
yet, Barry asks, "Hey, are you out?"

"Out?" the eighteen year old reluctantly surrendered
to Barry's way of `interrogation'.

"Sure. Like in `out of the closet'? Have you ever told
anyone you are gay?"

"Um... no. Not really," Zach said.

It's not often Barry had felt a connection with a guy,
other than his brother and Robbie, but maybe since
surrounded by the `gay life', he was developing his
own sense of gaydar. Not thinking about it, he just
came right out and said, "You should really come to
the party later. What time do you get out of work?"

"Um, I'm not sure about all of this, okay?"

"Sorry," Barry, with heartfelt sentiment,replied. "I
didn't mean to push you into anything, Zach."

"It's okay. I feel real comfortable talking with you
Barry. I mean... I'm not really out to anyone... but
you, if that's what you're driving at."

Probably the pizza in the car was getting cold, but it
wasn't on Zach's mind as he discussed something he has
been aching to divulge to someone. Since Barry had
fired up the spark within him, he felt compelled to
spill out everything bottled up inside for years since
he became aware of his true self.

"Wow! So you've probably never been with a guy before,
huh?"

"Nope," Zach replied, a stab at informing Barry of his
virgin status.

"You know that big guy that was just in here?" Barry
points over his shoulder.

"Um yeah," Zach replied, venturing to utter his first
gay remark, "he's kind of cool looking."

"That's Robbie. He's my boyfriend."

"No kidding. He's so... so awesome looking," Zach
replied, not meaning to slander Barry.

"Yeah. Would you believe he's the hottest guy on
campus and he picked me to be his boyfriend?"

With his eyes on Barry, Zach shrugs his shoulders,
saying, "I think you're cool looking too."

"Really? You think I'm good looking, Zach?"

"Very," the eighteen year old delivery boy replied,
loosening up with a smile.

After exchanging smiles in silence the two are
interrupted by the phone, which seems to go on ringing
forever.

"Nobody's getting it. Hold on a sec," Barry says,
hurrying over to the phone in it's cradle. After
saying "Hello," he turns the phone over to Zach,
saying, "I think it's your boss. He sounds pissed."

"Oh no!" Zach replies as he takes the phone, the
uplift in his voice slowly taking a dive, as he
repeats over and over, "Yes, Mr. Vittorio, Yes Mr.
Vittorio, oh I know Mr. Vittorio. Of course. Sure Mr.
Vittorio. I'll get on it right away."

After clicking off the phone, Zach handed it back to
Barry, who asks, "Everything okay?"

"Listen, it's been great talking with you Barry, but
I've got to get going on my deliveries."

"I hope `Mr. Vittorio' wasn't too harsh on you," Barry
said, running his hand over the teen's smooth forearm.

It phased Zach big time, making him shiver.

"You okay Zach," Barry asked when he didn't respond.

"Uh.. sure."

Cracking a little smile, Barry observes, "I take it
since you aren't out you haven't been with a man yet?"

"Not yet. Listen, I really ought to get going. Like
Mr. Vittorio says, there's dozens of guys lined up for
my job."

"One sec," Barry said, this time yanking on Zach's
arm, giving the teen a peck on the cheek, saying,
"Your first kiss by a man!"

With his jaw slacked open, Zach's hand touched the
place where Barry's lips wet him up. "That.... that's
really awesome!"

"I know. Same thing I felt when Robbie kissed me for
the first time. You feel something move in your
pants?"

"My pants?" he thought for a moment, then realized the
implication as his hand dropped to the zipper area of
his pants. "I think so," he replied, not sure if it
was he had to take a leak!

When Zach left Barry turned his attention to the
laughing good times coming from the pool. He walked
over to where Robbie parked his ass in a lounge chair.
On his chest sat a slice of pizza, between his pecs, a
coupla bites taken out of it.

"Nice table," Barry said.

"Grab yourself some pizza babe." Then turning to his
left, he barks out the order, "Perez, go find yourself
another chair!"

"Aye aye sir!" Tommy Perez saluted as he got out of
the chair.

When Barry didn't occupy it quick enough, Robbie
looked over to the `pizza table'. There Barry was,
rummaging through the boxes.

"Looking for the little fishies?" Robbie joked.

"Nope. I can't find the pizza with the pineapples and
coconut."

Making the most horrendous face, Robbie imitated
somebody throwing up, with his finger down his throat.
He then realized Barry coming up empty handed. "Can't
find what you want babe?"

"Yeah, I have," He says.

A queer look was on Robbie's face, questioning his
lover coming back to the seating arrangement
empty-handed. He giggled when Barry swiped the slice
of pizza off his chest. "Oh man that's hot!" Robbie
said.

"I hope you have a clean chest."

"Now I don't!" Robbie said, a smile on his face as he
showed off his pizza-sauced pecs.

"Robbie, you slob!" Enrique cussed him out. Then the
force of his hand on Jason Youngblood's back, he
slapped him jokingly hard, ordering, "Clean him up
boy!"

It's not Robbie Jason looked to, but Barry, who
immediately picked up on the symbiotic relationship
between Jason and Enrique, not to mention remembering
them paired off at Miguel's bdsm party. "Well boy?"
Barry said, putting on his best acting skills.

"Oh hot!" Robbie said as Jason leaned over, bracing
his hands on both arms of the lounge chair, mouth
open, tongue readying to achieve its task as he got
closer and closer.

"Oooooooooooh!" Robbie sighed, his arms dropping to
the sides of the chair, offering up his chest to
Jason's orifice.

"Hot, huh?" Enrique asked Barry, as he stood near
Barry.

Enrique had to laugh as Barry replies in the
affirmative, staring at the master's endowment.

Then Enrique rendered an enlightening piece of
information, saying, "I guess I figured Robbie out all
wrong at the s&m party."

Looking to Enrique for more detail, Barry's demeanor
demanded explanation. Even though Robbie was enjoying
Jason's talented tongue, going beyond the call of
duty, making sure not only his midchest but nips were
thoroughly cleansed, divided his attention between
licks and Enrique.

"What do you mean?" Barry finally inquired.

Switching his gaze to Robbie, Enrique says, "Oh, I
guess Robbie didn't get a chance to tell you. Never
mind then."

With a snap of his finger and "Let's go," Enrique and
Jason were out of there. The two looked back, said
something to each other and then dove into the pool.

Sitting up, straddling his lounge chair, Barry quizzed
Robbie, "Well?"

His eyes darting to Barry's stomach, he said, "You've
got some pizza sauce almost in your navel, babe."

"What did Enrique mean by what he said?" Barry pressed
for an answer, brushing away the little red spot.

Robbie was in a quandary. Obligated to keep his mouth
shut about the erotic happenings in the cabana, he
also felt beholden to his lover to spill out the
facts. Then it occured to him if Enrique knew the
story then most likely others did also, so what would
be the harm. "Um, uh... well... I didn't know this was
going to happen but Tino called me over to the cabana
and the door sort of got locked..."

"By?" Barry led the interrogation onward, doing his
best performance of a master without really trying.

"Tino locked the door." Robbie sat silent for a
second, then continued, starting at the first theme of
their incarceration, "Tino stood there with his hands
behind his head, legs spread and told me to punch him
in the stomach."

"Now why would Tino do something like that?"

It had been part of Robbie's thoughts when first
approached by Tino's provocation. "He said... he said
he sort of underestimated me at Miguel's party."

"So you punched him in the stomach."

"Um, no. I mean yes. I balled my hand up in a fist and
pressed into his abs. Felt kind of cool.  The man has
a tough gut, but I really couldn't follow through and
punch him. However he was so insistent, I had to do
something to satisfy him. After all, he `is' a
master."

"I know," Barry replied, much to Robbie's surprise.

"You know? But...."

"Tino told me."

"He told you? But it was supposed to be a secret!"
Robbie protested.

Like dismounting from a horse Barry swung his leg over
the lounge chair, sitting on the edge facing Robbie's
chair. Pressing his feet on the concrete floor he
hopped up, almost doing a dive into Robbie's chair,
chest to chest, his lips targeted for Robbie's jaw. He
pressed in, delivering a loving kiss. Then sitting
back, he took the liberty of holding both of their
cocks together in union. He made his own confession,
by means of a riddle, "So did Tino's cum taste any
better than mine?"

"Shit! He told you we did a `69' together?"

"He told me everything," Barry replied in a chipper
voice.

"Wait. He told you about us sucking each other off?
Told you drank from each others cocks? Swallowed each
of our loads?"

"Yup."

"Then how come you're not screamin'-fuckin'-mad at
me?"

With a quick shrug of his shoulders, Barry replies,
"Simple. You told me."

"I told you."

"Yup and as Tino put it, he wouldn't be surprised if I
wasn't mad at you for not telling me."

Having heard what was a rational-seeming explanation,
Robbie had to let it mull around in his mind before
saying, "If he told you and told Enrique, then all the
guys must know. Doesn't do much for Tino's credibility
as a master."

"Like you said, `I' don't have the master image. No
matter what Tino says or does, he's still going to be
looked upon as a `master'," Barry explained.

"I suppose."

Then, all smiles, Barry tells his lover, "I mean,
think of the next time Tino has you tied up. You're
still going to take his abuse, thinking of yourself as
a slave to him, aren't you?"

Several thoughts flooded Robbie's mind, which Barry
stroking their cocks together made the basis of his
thoughts more a reality. "So, you're really going to
let me roleplay with Tino again?"

"Sure. I trust him. I know he's not going to take
advantage of you.. that is unless you want him to?"

Slowly, Robbie's realisation turned to fact, Barry
knowing it as he cracked a smile, plus felt the bead
of cum overflow his cockhead and dribble down on his
hand, lubricating both cocks.

Barry acknowledged him, a feeling of knowing his lover
inside out, saying, "Tino says he's going to get even
for the sucker punch you threw him."

"He did, did he?" Robbie replied, now staring down at
their pubes.

Smiling, Barry knew the stimulation and the churning
in Robbie's balls fueled on his emotions. With his
other hand he pinched Robbie's nip, which sent him
over the deep end.

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2B continued...

Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee
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