Date: Sat, 7 Jun 2008 18:01:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: ROAD TRIP   dusk and dawn

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   dusk and dawn
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Pulling off of Anthony's cock, Roberto says, "I just thought of something."

"What?"

"Did you shower off after Robbie, or am I licking where his tongue licked?"

"I showered off."

"Oh. Okay. Just checking," Roberto replied, his mouth going back over the
hard shaft, gulping it down.

As Anthony lay on the bed, hands behind his head, enjoying the second
blowjob of the day, legs splayed wide apart, he comments, "You're taking
what I did awfully well."

Roberto breaks off, with a slurp, "So who do you think gives the best
blowjob?"

After smiling, an answer rendered of not giving two hoots, he states "I
guess you're better!" After he said it, Anthony realized it wasn't a good
choice of words.

On the other hand, flooding into Roberto's mind thoughts of competition, he
figured he better pull all the stops out. Thinking of the time he
accidentally walked in on one of his brother's one-night-stands, hearing
Miguel say `no teeth', his trick replying, `I'll be gentle... believe me,
you'll really get a kick out of this.' From what he viewed next, Miguel
going absolutely berserk with erotic delight, Roberto's tongue detected the
outter rim of Anthony's 9.5c and ran his tongue along the underside.

"Ooooooooh that feels so, so nice," Anthony replied.

It was about to get nicer, as Roberto traded off tongue for teeth, about to
see if Anthony would get as big a kick out of it as Miguel.

"Oooooooooh now.... that's...ooooh... something new!" Taking notice,
Anthony withdrew his hands from behind his head, sitting up on his elbows
and watching as well as feeling the sensitive action. It didn't take long
for his head to sink back into the pillow.

As Roberto chewed the thin rim around his hard shaft, his eyes rolled into
the top of his head, looking to Anthony, seeing him press his head into the
pillow as he arched his back, knowing he was enjoying this new technique of
cock pleasuring.

Taking a breather, Roberto asks, "Like it?"

"Dumb question. Keep going!"

"I don't believe it Anthony!"

"What?"

"You came and didn't tell me."

"Oh. Yeah. Well I was feeling so good, I didn't even thing about it."

"Here I work all day, come home to relax and I can't even get dicked!"

As they lay next to each other, Anthony well enough knew his stringbean
lover said it half-joking. Using his finger, he wiped a smudge of creamy
goo from Roberto's lip. "I don't know what you're complaining about. You
got your protein fix. Does it matter from which end you are getting it?"

With a knock at their door, Anthony threw the sheet over their private
areas, saying, "Come in."

"Hi there," Nicholas said. "I just wanted to see how you two were making
out. Um, you said.... something?" He asked Anthony, wondering because they
lay `together' like two peas in a pod.

Coming right out with it, Roberto snidely remarks, "Did you get hard when
Anthony told you about it?"

"Of course," Anthony tells all.

"Then I guess things went over okay, which is good news. Um, about the
`getting hard' part..." Before saying so, Nicholas clenches the sheet in
his fist and rips it off their bods. "Now `that's' something to get hard
over!"

"Rude!" Anthony busts his friend's chops, leaning forwards, stealing the
sheet back, a quaint smile on his lips.

As Nicholas began laughing, Anthony jumped out of bed. His shoulder hit
Nicholas right in the gut. From there, the two began rolling around on the
floor. Sitting on his belly, looking over the edge of the bed, Roberto
propped his chin up on his hands.

"Oh shit!" Anthony called out.

Nicholas, his chest leaning on Anthony's stomach, his hand literally
grabbed him by the balls.

"Oooooooohhhhh!" Anthony reacted with pain as Nicholas' hand separated
balls from bod, stretching them til it looked like they would burst from
their sacs.

"Nice of Miguel to give me a little tip!" He giggled, giving the sacs a
little twist.

Anthony howled in pain, but Nicholas refused to give up, feeling Anthony's
main artery hardening up.

"Oops! Forgot about this!" No mercy, as Nicholas' other hand found a little
nub beneath a mass of pec fur. He couldn't resist being evil! "He's really
loving it, huh Roberto?"

Even though wrapped up in the pleasures of torture, Anthony stopped his
erotic moaning, giving time out to respond, both looking to the bed, to the
empty spot where they last left Roberto. Wanting to be the cause of some
mischief too, while there was a distraction, he reached under Nicholas ass,
finding his balls, his cock in an aroused state.

"Somebody's having fun at my expense!"

It's then Nicholas calmed a little, letting up on the ball and nip
torture. "What are you going to do about it, `boy'?"

"What did you have in mind, `sir'?"

As Nicholas got up and headed for the door, to close it, Anthony scrambled
for the bed. When Nicholas faced him, he already had his legs up, in
position. "So, when did you take up reading minds?"

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"We've got to stop meeting like this!"

"Don't talk... just do it Rand!"

Knowing their rumble could go on forever, same time feeling more than a bit
horny, Roberto strayed from one room to another. If Nicholas was in their
room then Randy had to be by his poor lonesome self, hibernating in an
empty bed.

"How could I stop after the hot lube job I got!"

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At poolside, Tino and Jorge didn't want to pick up and leave Sep by
himself, but it was getting kind of late, way past their bedtime.

"So, how many nights will Adam be on the night shift?" Jorge asks.

"He's not sure. It could be a week or more before they find a
replacement. I tell you, it really sucks." A bit perturbed, the pair let
Sep talk it out, complaining, "What good is it having a boyfriend when he's
not here when he's needed?" Silence perpetuated long enough for Sep to
figure out if they were getting it. "You know what I mean?"

"Oh yeah. We get it alright," Jorge replied, a little hasty himself to have
some private time with his mate.

Holding Jorge's hand, Tino gives it a little squeeze. With his knowledge of
bondage and discipline, sadism and masochism, plus Jorge's stories of how
he broke out his bondage to a real life master-slave situation, it didn't
take him much effort to imagination Jorge's plight in his past life, much
of the time spent in isolation, strung up eagle-spread or bunched up in a
cage. All it took was Tino's smile to assure Jorge he wasn't going back to
those days.

Even though Sep had three beers he was coherent. In touch enough to realize
how late it was getting and how much he was monopolizing their time. "Well
I've got a busy day tomorrow. Soon fall will be turning to winter and
there's a lot to be done outdoors."

"Are you sure you're going to be okay?" Jorge asks, feeling for the
nineteen year old.

As Tino and Jorge drop their towels in a bin, heading towards the door into
the house, Jorge comments, "One of the few things I liked while being a
slave."

"Oh? And that would be?"

"Like I said, I didn't care much for my master."

"Yup," Tino can relate, having read up on it, heard the stories, with
knowledge of some real life master-slave relationships, "in the beginning
they make like they are in love with you, con you into signing a contract
and then you realize the only purpose in the relationship is to be used and
abused."

It kind of threw Jorge into a down-spire. By habit his arms fell to his
sides, then behind his back. His head bowed to his chest.

Placing the top on the wicker hamper, Tino turned to his twenty-three year
old friend, almost full-fledged lover, standing behind him, his arms
folding around the circumference of Jorge's bod, engulfing him in a loving
prison. His head over the right side of Jorge's head, he sweetly whispered,
"You lost your freedom for the last five or six or whatever amount of
years. Now it's time you've started living and I'm going to help make it
happen."

"I can't believe this is happening to me," he replied, a sniffle here and
there.

"Right. Not everybody has a chance at a lucky break. You made a choice to
change your life by running away. Now's the time to stop running and piece
your life back together."

Listening to those words, Jorge wanted to think and feel he was in a safe
haven. The wall of Tino's arms was a start. As he turned, took the liberty
of feeling the sides of Tino's bod, both in the bondage of each others
arms, Jorge began sensing this could be the beginnings of a new life. For a
moment the two stood there, as Jorge rubbed his face against Tino's pec
fur.

Finally, after moments of Tino assuming the position of a loving
individual, smothering Jorge in kisses, the two broke off their affection
for each other. "I really feel sorry for Sep. I hope that never happens to
us," Jorge said of Sep's predicament.

Tino began thinking about all his medical training, the credits he's
accumulated, thinking of what he already knew, the tedious schedule a
doctor's life could be. However, he wasn't about to sidetrack Jorge, making
him more depressed than he had been. It's then a really evil idea struck
him. Still sensing Jorge's concentration on the far side of the pool where
the door out slammed shut, Tino suggests, "Maybe we should go over and tuck
Sep in?"

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"It isn't what you think it is, coach," Robbie fibbed.

With puddles of cum on the floor, each holding onto the other's manhood, it
wasn't tough for Coach Dekker to draw his own conclusions. "Oh really? The
way it looks to me is you boys have just finished having some sensual
experience?"

With both jocks unhandling their cocks, Jayab tells him, "Okay. So what you
say is what you see. There is no shame in two horny guys jerking each other
off. Right Robbie?"

"Um, sure," he acted a bit reluctant to agree.

"Well maybe on different turf, but here at Applegate, right here in the
gymnasium... well, how do you think your coach would feel about what just
happened?"

Both Robbie and Jayab knew the rules, after all it was in their contract
when they signed it, along with their fellow sport colleagues and it wasn't
easily overlooked by fine print, as bold as the rest of an athlete's
contract.

"Especially you, Jayab? What do you think would happen to that scholarship
you have? It would be such a shame if it had to be terminated over an
incident such as this?"

Slapping Jayab in the stomach, stepping in front of the track star, almost
the same height, he steps up to Coach Dekker, towering over him by about
four inches. Probably Dekker felt a lot smaller as Robbie talked down to
him, "Would be even a bigger shame if the Applegate trustees learned of a
certain wrestling coach, taking it up the ass every Wednesday
afternoon. I'm sure Dean Harriot wouldn't speak up for you."

Suddenly Dekker shrunk from this tall stature, dominant attitude sinking
with his height, holding his hands up in front of him, saying, "Now wait a
minute. I'm sure we can work something out here. I mean, maybe I'm
mistaken. Perhaps that isn't cum on the floor at all!"

Robbie knew he had Dekker over a barrel. As for Jayab he had a sudden
flashback to about a half hour ago, Robbie talking about his high school
friend, Alex Matusake, the story which led to their heightened sexual trade
off.

"I will take care of this," Jayab boldly said, slapping his hand so
forcefully against Robbie's abs he let out a slight "owch!" New at this it
didn't seem like it as Jayab cut out the foreplay baloney, saying,
"Mistaken? Nope."

"What?" Coach Dekker said, not sure where Jayab was headed with this.

"I'll be the first to admit it. On the floor, it is our cum and it got
there because we were breaking the rules, jerking off each other. Felt damn
hot too."

"So," Dekker stepped lightly, "where are you going with this?"

He was right on track with Jayab's train of thought, as the twenty-one year
old stood there, thinking up things as he went along, his own thoughts
making his pubes tingle.

Robbie, he kind of had an idea of the scene Jayab was building, so decided
to bow out. "Um, I gotta get going... gotta get to the hospital to see
Barry. See ya later."

"Yes, much later," Jayab said, not breaking his stare with the wrestling
coach.

"Oh, I forgot about the towels... my clothes!" He exclaimed, looking down
at himself.

"You get your clothes and let me worry about the towels," Jayab said,
obvious to Robbie he slowly was transforming from this meek sex partner
into an `Alex-character'.

"Oh shit!" Robbie called out, returning from the laundry room, his arms
digging into his tank top.

There, on the gym floor Coach Dekker kneeled, sitting up on his ankles,
arms behind his back, hands clasped together as if he were praying.

"Well take it easy guys and don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

Maybe Robbie felt a little tingle himself, the picture lingering in his
mind, plus the evil look Jayab gave him. He was giggling to himself,
leaving through the door upon hearing Coach Dekker saying `later', then the
noise of a clapping sound.

With Robbie gone, Jayab decided to pull all the stops out. Being new at
this, he could only go on information Robbie unloaded, regarding his
friend's roleplaying fantasy with Charvet.

"What the fuck did you do that for?"

Before Dekker knew what was coming, Jayab's big hand made another red
impression on the side of his face. "You will not speak unless spoke
to.... `boy'! Back in position!"

It was around eight o'clock at night. Jayab knew he had a paper to finish,
but some things, especially heightened sexual awareness issues played
precedent over other things. As for Trevor Dekker, going back for his cell
phone in his office might have been coincidence, but perhaps fate as he
returned his hand to his backside, saying, "Um... sorry `bout that!"

When Coach Dekker came on board, elected to the position of wrestling
coach, it became his claim to fame, toting a reputation as a professional
in his field, holding medals from olympics past. It made Jayab feel even
taller, knowing minutes ago Dekker could have used his wrestling skills to
pin him to the floor. Jayab held out a hand for another round of
discipline, but instead smiled, knowing he now owned Coach Dekker. He had
promised Robbie he would take care of the towels but he couldn't very well
leave evidence lying around til tomorrow.

"Over here, boy!" Jayab again tested his mastering skills. When Dekker
didn't respond, Jayab tapped his foot on the tiled floor, about two feet
from the swirly white puddle. He grinned when he saw Dekker get up to
move. "On your knees, boy!"

On one knee, Dekker returned the other to the floor. Jayab got a kick out
of watching him walk like a dog over to his foot. Same time he had no doubt
what Robbie said was true, seeing Dekker glance up at his meat and balls.

"Bend over, boy."

Dekker hesitated. It wasn't tough to figure out, when he bent his bod in
half, his face would be hovering over the puddle of cum.

Still reluctant, Jayab said, in his deep voice, exerting a casual response,
"The longer you wait boy, the longer the punishment."

"Punish..." Dekker said in a hardly audible whisper, questioning.

For now Jayab was giving leeway in the discipline, taking time out to think
about it, on his mind to see how far he could go with the twenty-nine year
old coach. Same time, his hand had taken to firming up his cock, his
adrenaline giving it the spark. Also, he recalled Robbie's story, telling
how when Alex and Charvet got going, the two knew his father's business
associate had dabbled in bdsm. The same thoughts flooded into Jayab's
mind. Taking his hand, he made contact with the back of Dekker's head.

Dekker made some kind of muffled sound, his face forced into the puddle,
his shoulder touching it, sopping up some of the goo.

"Clean it up boy!"

Coming away from it, Dekker's face, nose, cheeks, mouth and chin had cum
dripping. Another indication of the coach's past experience, whatever realm
he played in, became revelation when Dekker leaned over on his own free
will, hands still clasped behind his back, tongue extended, lapping it up
like a dog.

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"I thought you would be here sooner, babe!"

Guilt came over Robbie, until he detected an excitement in his lover
instead of blame. "Um yeah. I had to clean up."

"Did you hear what happened to Edwin Barredo?"

"Yeah. A hurdle almost tore off his finger."

"Guess what?"

"What?"

Eight-thirty at night, Robbie figured Barry would be more subdued. Upbeat
he blurted out, "The whole team was here; Tommy Perez, Sean, Alex, Mik, the
whole gang, even some of the track guys. Wow! One of them is a knockout,
Aldo and then there's this blond guy, David York. You know I think he was
coming on to me?"

"Really?" Robbie replied, more cheerful himself, sitting down on the foot
of the bed, drinking in Barry's enthusiasm. "And how would that go?"

After Barry giggles, he tells, "David rubbed my cheek with his hand, saying
`must've' hurt. Then Sean Duffy tells David, `You better not let his
boyfriend see you do that!' Then David said he was sorry. It was okay
because then the track'n'field guys found out the hottest looking guy on
campus goes with me!"

Robbie smiled. Here its been weeks and his reputation hasn't waned from
Barry's mind.

Before he could say two words, Barry was at it again, divulging more facts
about his visitors, "I asked Jason about his new nip rings. He said fine
and pulled up his shirt and showed us. It was real cool. Maybe when I get
better I could get one?"

"Let's wait til you're up and around and yourself again. Then we'll
decide?"

"Okay babe. And oh! Guess what?"

"Wh.."

"Kelan Windsor's younger brother is my little brother's best friend. Small
world, isn't it?"

"Sure is," Robbie replied. Vague with visioning the face with the name, he
asked, "Don't reckon I get the connection though."

"Kelan. He's on the track team," Barry then proceeded to detail, "About
five-eleven, dark brown hair... the guys on our swim team got to talking
about shaving. They made the track guys pull up their shirts. Man is Kelan
hairy!"

Now there was a fact which interested Robbie, as he gave his eyebrows a
flutter towards his mate.

"Yeah, cool huh? Someday I hope I get some hair on my chest!"

"It's all in the genes," Robbie abbreviated. "So, the guys came and went?"

Suddenly a change came over Barry, vivid as day and night. "I miss us being
together." Then a little frisky, "Hey, have you had any fun with anybody?"

Robbie knew where this was headed. Being faithful he said, "A little. But
not as much fun as we have!"

"What happened? You get whacked on the back again?"

"Nah. Nothing like that. More discipline stuff." When Robbie mentioned his
high school bud, he retold the story.

"Cool! So you going to ask Tino to play with you some more?"

Getting tired, Robbie's eyes began to show it. After a yawn he replies,
"Maybe."

"You look tired," Barry finally recognized the signs.

"Yeah well it's been a long day."

Barry felt extra touched when Robbie told of assuming his job, helping out
Coach Torricelli. For now he left out leaving the lockerroom floor a mess!


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Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee

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