Date: Wed, 9 Jan 2008 13:46:12 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: ROAD TRIP    home sweet home

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    home sweet home
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

As Anthony neared the gate of the Torricelli mansion,
he looked in his rearview to make sure Tino, in his
twilight blue Astra, followed behind.

"I tell you, for a macho domineering man he sure
drives like an old lady on the road!"

"Maybe I should mention that to him, huh Anthony?"
Nicholas joked from the opposite seat.

"Might prove interesting at our next `get together'."

"Oh? Have you picked out a date yet?"

"Why?" Anthony replied, seeing Nicholas had an
interest. "Want to get in on the action?"

"I don't know. All I do know is Tino looked damn hot
in his leather outfit."

"Hmm. I guess I know what to get you for Christmas
this year," Anthony said on the sly, watching for
Nicholas' reaction.

The conversation ended with Tino leaning on his horn.

"Would you believe the audacity?" Anthony questioned.
"For the last fifty miles he's doing forty-five and
now he has the nerve to honk?"

"I think I'd be more cautious too, driving a sporty
Saturn."

Anthony leaned on the gas and sped up the long drive.
Peering out his window, Nicholas makes comment, "Looks
like Sep and Adam have been busy."

"How so?"

Pointing his thumb over his shoulder, Nicholas alerts
him, "The apple orchard. It's all cleaned up."

"That's not the only thing."

Stopping in front of the Torricelli mansion, the two
give the circular drive the once over, along with the
surrounding area.

"When we left this place was a wreck," Anthony says,
jumping from his vehicle, glancing over the immediate
area, free of twigs and leftover storm debris.

Standing next to each other, Tino steps over to the
two. "Nice place you've got here for yourself
Anthony."

Neither Anthony nor Nicholas paid much attention to
Tino's comment, looking towards the front door.

"Um, tell me I haven't died and gone to heaven?"
Nicholas asks, not directing the question to anyone in
particular, except the hot stud standing next to Sep
and Adam at the front door.

Busting on NIcholas, or maybe to keep him hushed up
over his remarks about Tino, Anthony asks, "Um, should
I maybe mention what you said to Randy?"

As Anthony advances, greets them, Tino asks, "Who's
the hot beefy blonde?"

Nicholas sets him straight, "Adam Steel, but don't get
your hopes up, Tino. Sep and he are partners. At least
they were headed in that direction when we left."

"And Sep is?" Tino questions.

"On the left. The one Anthony is hugging. They go way
back. Sep's parents were like brother and sister to
Anthony's parents."

"And the hottie on the right?"

"Your guess is as good as mine," Nicholas replies to
Tino, as he accepts Adam's hug, when approached.

Even though Nicholas introduced Adam and Sep, Tino
couldn't fully pay attention, his gaze more checking
out the medium-dark-skinned Latino whom chatted up
Anthony.

"So, what's his story?" Nicholas asks Adam and Sep.

Tino was all ears, yet his distraction kept him
glancing in Anthony's direction.

"Gunnar," Sep proceeded to tell about Anthony's
longest and dear friend.

However, Tino broke in, "He doesn't look Swedish."

Adam and Sep cracked up with laughter, Nicholas
following along, informing Tino that that wasn't
Gunnar. Adam clued them in, "His name is Jorge Mello,
Gunnar's friend. Apparently his father kicked him out
of the house for the sole reason of being gay," Adam
explained. "Gunnar found him on his doorstep. Only
thing, Gunnar was on his way out of town on a photo
shoot." Not part of the story, Nicholas filled in the
gap, telling of Gunnar's profession, a Janice
Dickinson model.

"So what about Jorge?" Tino asks, still his attention
on the twenty-three year old Latino.

Sep and Nicholas migrated over towards Anthony,
leaving Adam to elaborate further, "Gunnar didn't have
any other alternative. He couldn't leave Jorge at his
place and he knew Anthony wouldn't mind. I mean he
took me in!"

As Adam chuckled, Tino couldn't help but laugh along,
the way things happen when someone has that kind of
voice you can't help but imitate.

"So, what you're telling me is Jorge doesn't have any
place to go, no resources...."

"Yeah, the sinful thing he was right on the verge of
graduating and this had to happen," Adam said, coaxing
Tino over to the foursome for introductions.

When Tino shook Jorge's hand, twelve-thousand volts of
electricity shot through his bod. "It's sure good to
meet you."

"Yeah... really," Jorge replied.

All was silent, as Tino and Jorge became the focal
point of the wordless conversation, Anthony, Nicholas,
Adam and Sep standing there, taking in the sight of
the two, hand in hand, staring into each other's eyes.
The jokester he can be, Nicholas slapped Tino against
his back, saying, "Oh, excuse me!"

Tripping forward, Tino had no choice but to throw his
arms around Jorge, their bods colliding. The rest
laughed their asses off. Anthony takes note, "Nothing
like speeding up fate!"

"Fate huh?" Tino replied to Anthony, turning his head,
but still grasping Jorge.

Feeling it too, Jorge smiled after kissing Tino on his
cheek stubble.

Back on his own turf, Anthony reverted to his original
self, not hesitating to tell Tino, "Why don't you two
take care of the luggage?"

The rest headed back inside, leaving the
love-at-first-sight duo to fetch the duffle bags and
suitcases from Anthony's van.

"Nice wheels," Jorge commented, running his hand over
the deep blue hood.

"Thanks. Later maybe we can take it for a spin," Tino
said, sure of himself that hours from now they would
still be hitting it off.

Standing at the back of Anthony's van, Jorge held a
duffle bag upright as it stood on the ground.

"What?" Tino asked, seeing Jorge wasn't moving.

"I just wanted to tell you something. I mean it looks
like we've got something started here and I think you
should know," Jorge was upfront with him.

"Moving kind of fast are we?" Tino asks, but after a
brief silence, asks, "So what is it you want to get
off your chest?"

Nodding towards the Saturn Astra, parked behind their
rears, Jorge tells Tino, "You've got a nice car. It
looks like it didn't come cheap."

"Didn't," Tino rebounds.

"The point I'm trying to make is like.... I don't have
anything." Then, letting the duffle bag fall against
the tailgate, Jorge says, "This shirt?" Pinching the
Applegate University sweatshirt, "It's not even mine.
I left home with the only clothes I owned on me, tee
shirt, jeans and a baseball cap. You get it? I... I
was kicked out of my house with forty bucks in my
wallet. I'm down to twenty-five... I..."

Stopping Jorge, Tino places his hand on his shoulder,
halting his words, giving some words of comfort.
"Look, it's obvious you've experienced some hardtimes.
It'll pass. You'll get yourself together. You just
have to give it time. I haven't known Anthony or
Nicholas very long, but I can tell they're real caring
guys. Anthony's not going to go and kick you out of
his house because you don't have a penny to your name.
For now think of it as having a roof over your head,"
he pauses, "and a hot set of wheels to get you
around."

"Oh, so you're like going to be my taxi-driver?"

Reaching in his pocket, Tino smiles as he places his
car keys in Jorge's hand, adding, "You know how to
drive, I take it?"

"What are you doing, Tino?"

"Helping out a guy who needs help. All I ask is you
keep it shining and all in one piece?"

"Wait a minute. You don't even know me and you're
trusting me with this... this..." Jorge picks a
ballpark figure, "thirty-thousand dollar set of
wheels?"

"Forty-two thousand to be exact. The bluetooth,
wireless internet and GPS were extra."

Going about his business, Tino hefted a duffle bag up
on his shoulder and started walking up the front
stairway.

"Wait. What do I do with these?" Jorge asked of the
keys, letting them dangle in midair, still not
convinced he was offered the use of them.

"Stick them in your pocket for now," Tino replied.

"Oh shit!" Jorge cursed, stuffing the keys in his
pocket and grabbing the duffle bag. Trying to imitate
Tino, he hefted the bag up on his shoulder. It fell
over his back, landing on the pavement. Watching Tino
disappear inside the front door, he played around,
trying three different ways of carrying the monstrous
bag, big for a thin five foot, eleven inch dude who's
never seen the inside of a gym except high school.

"Having trouble?" Adam asked, coming out the front
door.

"Where's Tino?"

"Nature break," Adam replied, grabbing the duffle bag,
slated for Jorge, picking it up like a feather pillow
and hiking it up to his shoulder. Standing there with
the weighted bag, he asks, "Looks like Tino's got the
hots for you, huh?"

Overriding Adam's suggestive thought, Jorge says, "He
gave me the keys to his car... said I could use it.
What do you think of that, Adam?"

"I think maybe he `sees' something in you."

"I told him I'm virtually a pauper."

"And?"

Jorge replies, "Nothing. I mean obviously the guys got
lots of loot in the bank."

Still the bag on his shoulder, grabbing a suitcase and
parking it under his arm, another in hand, Adam asks,
"Is that a prerequisite for the man of your dreams?"

"A what?"

Giggling, Adam apologizes for laughing, more
philosophising, "If you're looking for a man for what
his wallet holds, you're not going to find true love."

"Is that what you think?" Jorge replies, more in a
heated temper, dropping the lone suitcase he had and
storming off towards the back orchards.

Adam called after him, but Jorge kept on his own path.


"Where's Jorge?" Tino questioned Adam, glancing at his
car.

"A little misunderstanding which got blown out of
proportion," Adam replies, along with an explanation.

"He was headed over there?" Tino asked, after Adam
pointed out the direction.

As Tino trudged off towards the orchard, Adam knew
he'd be running up a sweat, hauling the rest of the
baggage out of the van.

%

With their friendship gaining momentum, Roberto and
Randy take a spin into downtown Eskridge, more two
strip malls, a gas station, a couple of car
dealerships and municipal building, parking in front
of the Eskridge Cafe, nextdoor to a Blockbuster.

"Say, do you think I could get a part time job here
waiting on tables?"

"I'll have to ask the manager," Roberto answers
Randy's question, giggling.

"But aren't you the manager?" Randy inquires, not
getting Roberto's pun.

Setting him straight, Roberto fills the eighteen year
old in. They chat a little bit, downing the last drop
of their coffee.

"I'd get the tab, but I'm like broke," Randy says to
Roberto, as they get up to leave.

"It's on the house." Again, he reiterates, "Good thing
you know the manager!"

On the way out of the Eskridge Cafe, the two walk a
block to Nicholas' 4x4. Roberto stops on the passenger
side, saying, "Uh-oh!"

"What?" Randy questions, circling around from the
drivers side. He didn't need to be told, the tire as
flat as a rug.

"Do you know how to change a tire?" Roberto asks.

"If you have the directions I could probably figure it
out," Randy replies.

"I got a better idea," Roberto replies, whipping out
his cellphone.

In minutes, Nicholas and Anthony rolled up in the van.


"Problem girls?" Nicholas asks, stemming a stream of
laughter from the others.

"Heeeey Coach Torricelli!"

Looking towards the street, Robbie's metallic brown
Chevy Uplander pulls up alongside the vehicles.

"What's up?" Barry yells out the passenger side
window, following orders from the driver to ask coach
`Whats' up?'

Throwing on the emergency flashers, the van piles out,
the swim jocks meeting the others on the sidewalk.

"Well what happened to you guys?" Anthony greets them.


Tons of excuses spew forth. The only one worth
remembering, the two hotties they spotted at the
burger joint, became number one reason for taking two
hours longer to return from Miguel's.

"Got a jack?" Barry asks.

Everybody looked at each other, smiling, when Barry
popped the question. Everybody that is, except his
twin brother Larry, who confided in them, "He can do
it, too!"

A hand to Barry's shoulder, Nicholas consoles him, "I
know you mean well Barry, but there's a special way
of....."

"I know," Barry said cheerful, instead of taking it
like he was an idiot, "I read about it on the
internet." Bending down, to address the flat tire,
yellow and steel `Y' sagging to the ground, he rattles
off, "these are anti-theft tires. You have to be
careful when you change them. Got the key?" Barry
asked, hand outstretched, waiting for Nicholas to put
the key in his palm.

Nicholas looked up when Randy, last person driving,
let the jingling keys drop into Barry's hand.

"Thanks!" Barry said, bursting with energy.

A half circle watching, Nicholas stood in the front as
Barry unlocked the anti-theft device and removed it.
"Got a jack?"

"Coming right up," Nicholas said, after seeing how
Barry expertly removed the `Y' lock.

Through the whole `operation', his fellow swim-jocks
offered help. The only one Barry let come close to
helping him is Robbie, holding the lug nuts in his
hand.

"Are you sure there's nothing I can do to help you
babe?" Robbie made an extended effort in asking, when
Barry couldn't budge the tire from the axel.

While the tire was being changed, the crowd
diminished, Roberto and Randy following into the hoard
of college jocks back into the cafe, some entering the
DVD store.

"Looks like maybe you need to start hitting the gym,
huh Barry?" Nicholas comments, as he stands there with
Anthony, monitoring the progress.

"Oh I am. Someday I'm going to have rock hard abs just
like my sweetheart!" Barry says, slapping his hands
together to dust them off.

"Speaking of which," Robbie spoke in Anthony's
direction while holding the flat rim on the sidewalk,
"I understand your abs stood up quite well under
pressure, coach?"

"Yeah, what was all that about with Alfredo?" Nicholas
stirs up the past.

Anthony confides, "Just make sure this doesn't get
back to Roberto or Miguel will have my hide, but...."

Before Anthony could tell a sentence of the story of
how Alfredo worked over his abs, Barry jumps in with,
"You mean you keep secrets from Roberto? Not Robbie
and me. We don't have any secrets, do we babe?"

"Um, no. Not that I can recall."

Standing up, while Nicholas finishes up on the donut,
Barry interrogates Robbie, "You mean you have a secret
you haven't told me?"

"Well nothing since we met."

"What about before we met?"

Nicholas and Anthony exchange glances, smiling at each
other, trying to ignore the two lovers, but too
engrossed in their curiosity to make a move to leave
them to their privacy.

"Well there was the time...." Robbie starts to
explain, a finger letting the steam out of his muscle
shirt, "but that was way before we met. Besides I was
kind of...." he didn't want to mention it in front of
their swim coach, however as Barry coaxed him on, he
explained, "I like had too many beers and... well the
three of us kind of were horny and all..."

Wanting to leave it at that, Nicholas and Anthony had
hoped Barry wouldn't settle for anything less than the
whole truth.

"How old were you?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Robbie reports, "High school
seniors. You know, end of the year party and all...
kind of a lot to drink, the sauna being steamy and
all..."

"Sauna?" Barry asks, wanting more details.

"Um, yeah. My bud, Dino Damianos..."

Anthony interrupts, "former Applegate
Track'n'Fielder?"

"That's him."

"I heard he had his eyes set on the olympics?"

"Forget the olympics," Barry says, stepping between
Anthony and Robbie, shutting out the sports
commentary. "What's this about a threeway in the sauna
that you never told me about?"

"Oh shit! I'm gonna get a ticket!"

The whole story went out the window, as Robbie rushes
over to the front of his double parked sports van, a
police patrol car pulling in front of him.

"What's up coach?" The cop asks, as he flips open his
long ticket book, places his boot on the bumper of
Nicholas' truck.

"Do you mind, Erik?" Nicholas questions the cop, arms
folded across his pecs, standing there like he meant
business, not worrying it was a cop he talked sternly
to.

"No sweat. Keep your shirt on, Nicky."

It didn't take long for Anthony and Erik Carlson to
exchange words.

"Hey thanks," Robbie told him when he issued the teen
a warning.

"Maybe someday you can thank me properly!"

The gum-chewing police officer hopped back in his
cruiser and sped off.

"Somebody oughta teach that asshole a lesson in
manners," Barry said of the thirty-eight year old
police officer.

"I really wish you would, Barry!"

Facing Nicholas, Barry asks, "Do you think I'll ever
be fit enough to do that, Nicholas?"

"Being muscled has nothing to do with it, Barry. Men
like Erik Carlson are just looking for an excuse to
pound guys into the ground. Nope, with men like him
you have to use your brain."

Reverting his thoughts back to Miguel's party,
intertwining it with what he learned on the internet
about discipline, Barry tells them, "Still somebody
should pull down his pants and give him a good
whoopin'!"

"I hope I'm there to witness you doing it, Barry!"
Nicholas responded.

"Nicholas, do you have to encourage him?" Anthony
complained to his dear friend.

"Hell, if Barry can change a tire, what stops him from
bending a cop over a table and whipping his ass?"

"Tire changed?" Anthony gave up.

"All done," Barry replies.

"Let's roll'em."

"Think I'll get a coffee while we're here," Nicholas
suggests.

"Why not?" Anthony replies.

Turning them down, Barry and Robbie retreat to the
sports van, backing up and taking a vacated spot at
the curb.

"Officer Carlson make you do that?"

"Do what?" Robbie asks, wondering if Barry meant
something all too obvious.

"This?"

Robbie smiled when Barry grabbed at his crotch,
holding his hard stalk, clothed in his jeans.

"Okay, so he did. I couldn't help it if he turned me
on."

"Did he turn you on as much as Tino?"

Trying to stay out of trouble, Robbie replies, "You
turned me on the most."

Pulling his hand away from Robbie's thigh, Barry says,
"Robbie I'm not going to be mad at you because another
guy makes a better master than me."

"But..."

"Robbie, I suck at being a master. Sure, I know a lot
about it, but I don't have the image. Even when Miguel
dressed me up in chaps, a harness and boots it didn't
make me look anymore like a master than Johnny Depp
would an altar boy."

It made Robbie smile, but at the same time feeling
sorry for Barry.

"At least we had our fun, huh babe?"

A little uplift in his spirit, Barry states, "And
there's no reason why you can't still have fun, babe."

"Huh?"

"Like Roberto and coach."

"What about them?"

"Roberto lets coach go and play with leather guys. I
think you could too. I mean just because I don't
really get into it, doesn't mean you shouldn't do
something you love doing. You like getting tortured
don't you babe?"

Robbie had to think for a moment when Barry termed it
`torture'. He crossed back into the world of fantasy
when thinking back to the past days, hanging there on
the `X', wrists and ankles cuffed, eagle-spread,
clamps on his nips, sagging from the weight, balls
weighted with a parachute strangling them and then the
sting of Tino's flogger.

"Yeah.. I mean... I guess I like it."

"You guess?" Barry questioned his lover.

"I didn't think I would be into it.. but yeah... I
found out it really turns me on. But I don't think I
would ever..."

"You're going to do it again."

"Huh?" Robbie didn't quite make the connection.

"Sometime you're going to want to do the roleplay
scene again and I think you should do it," Barry told
him point blank.

"You do, do you?" Robbie questioned Barry, but in
reality yearned deep down inside to experience it some
more.

"But you have to be careful."

"Oh, I will," Robbie replied in the affirmative.

Their conversation came to an end when guys poured out
of the cafe and into the van, Larry excitedly
blasting, "Pool party!"

%

2B continued...

Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee
This story may not be sold, nor made part of any
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