Date: Tue, 22 Apr 2008 19:45:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: ROAD TRIP   indecision

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   indecision
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Hot?" Robbie asks, as he and Adam walk back to the
gymnasium from the track.

"Not as hot as you," Adam joked, slapping the back of
his hand against Robbie's smooth abs.

Choosing to keep his shirt on, Adam was sweated up
enough to look as if he had showered with his shirt
on. On the other hand, Robbie's black muscle shirt
hung out of the rear waist of his gym shorts.

"So you think I'm hot, Adam?"

"I tend to pick on guys my own age thank you."

"Oh really. I didn't realize you and Sep were born in
the same year."

"There's always an exception to the rule," Adam said,
winking.

"So how much age difference is there between you two?"

"I'm old enough to be his father."

"Now you're yankin' my chain."

Smiling, Adam fessed up, "Eight years."

Walking in the back door of the lockerroom, off the
top of his head, Robbie offers, "Shower?"

"Nah. Thanks, but one of the amenities of the security
office, its equipped with a full size jon and shower
facilities."

"Oh. Okay. Just thought I'd ask."

After an almost unnoticeable laugh, Adam says, "You
can catch all the eye-candy you want at the next pool
party!"

As Adam walked away, Robbie stopped him, asking, "Ever
use them?"

"What?" Adam questioned, turning to look over his
shoulder.

"The cuffs."

"I've had to on one or two occasions. Sometimes a frat
party can get out of hand. Later, dude!"

Walking around corners of the lockerroom, Robbie faced
his locker, minus the cylinder. "Forgot!" he reminded
himself outloud, journeying back from his own locker,
around the corner, whistling as he went. Parking his
ass on the bench, he looked up at Barry's locker. It
was like looking into a portal, seeing the twenty-one
year old lying there in the hospital bed, bandages
galore covering his bod. He mumbled to himself, "Poor
guy."

"What's up Robbie?"

For a moment Robbie mistook Larry for his lover.
Realizing the truth, he replied, "Nothing."

Soon after Edwin came in from the track, the other
tracksters followed, reporting to their lockers as
they stripped down.

"Oh man. You wouldn't `believe' the torture coach put
us through today," Edwin grieved. "I don't know what
foolish idea got into my head to go out for
track'n'field," the twenty year old reflected on,
throwing his shirt down onto the bench next to Robbie,
his thumbs locking under the elastic of his gym
shorts, pressing downwards.

He didn't say it, but Larry couldn't help but smile
when he spied Robbie checking out the bulge in Edwin's
crotch, his tightey-whities stretched to the max.
However he was kind enough to distract Robbie, "We're
headed over to the hospital after Edwin showers. Wanna
come?"

"I've got class. I told Barry I would stop by later."

"I talked to Barry on my cell about an hour ago. He
told me what he said to you."

"Oh? And that would be?" Robbie asked, hoping it
wasn't a `certain' subject, knowing how bold Barry
could be even with something deeply personal.

Totally in the buff, Edwin's thin trail pointed like
an arrow to his hairy cock and balls, he clued Robbie
in, "Want to give me a blowjob?"

"He didn't!" Robbie exclaimed. "And you had to tell
`him'?" he thumbed towards Edwin.

"Don't lose your cool man. Your secret's safe with
us."

If he didn't have a deep love for Barry, Robbie might
have pounded him into the ground for sharing something
personal about their love life.

"Yeah, don't get so bent out of shape, Robbie. Can you
blame Barry? I mean we've been closer to each other
since birth than any other guys alive!"

"Sure. I understand. No problem, Larry," he settled
for, knowing before he came along the twin brothers
were inseparable, Larry taking care of Barry before he
passed the job onto him.

"So what about it, Robbie?" Edwin badgered him,
holding his nine inch nail, hand around it, offering
it up as if a sacrifice.

"Yeah, right," Robbie said. Taking middle finger,
placing it at the tip of his thumb, the spring action
let loose as he held it quickly up to Edwin's cock.

"Oh shit!" Edwin cried out, bending over, holding his
crotch with both hands, moaning in pain.

As Robbie laughed, Larry consoled Edwin with, "It's
your own fault, sweetheart!"

Holding his cock and balls up for examination, Edwin
complained, "Look what he did! It's all red!"

"Oh poor baby. Why don't you kiss it and make it all
better!" Robbie said then laughed.

With further consolation, Larry let Edwin off to a
cool shower, himself stripping down even though he was
as cool as a cucumber.

Sitting there, looking up at the locker, Edwin's cock
was on his mind. "Nah," he said to himself on
seriously thinking how good it would have been to suck
on the Latino cock. As if in a trance, Robbie sat
there daydreaming, thinking how tasty the hairy balls
would have been. Casually he took his watch out of the
locker and looked at it. Still in his daydream, he was
on his knees in front of Edwin, the Latino standing
there with hands on hips, thoroughly enjoying the
tongue-teasing Robbie was giving him. Coupled with his
conversation with Adam, Robbie tried moving his hand
to help digest Edwin's tool. His wrists were cuffed.

"I thought you had class?"

What a rude awakening, not one, but two hot jocks
standing in front of him, Edwin and Larry returned
from their shower. Being Barry's twin brother, he
figured the size of his endowment, but anyway, it was
Edwin whom he was dreaming of, so cast attention to
the twenty year old.

"It's still available," Edwim teased, shaping his pipe
with the towel around his waist, with his hand.

Larry scolded him, "Well hurry up and get it stuffed
in your jeans before `I' give it a swat!"

After sharing in Larry's laughter, Robbie cursed
himself out after looking at his watch the second
time. As he stripped off his shorts, fit his legs into
his jeans, he could swear eyes were on him all the
time.

"Hey, anytime you feel like a `69', bro, we can
hookup."

With one sock on, one off, Robbie sat there,
addressing Edwin, "Really? I wondered why you are so
slow getting dressed," meaning allowing Larry to
finish up ahead of his mate. "And what would Larry say
to that?"

"You know Barry worships his brother. Same with Larry.
Like if he thinks it's helping out his bro, he won't
mind it," Edwin found the excuse.

"So, Larry knows what you are asking me?"

"No. But he'll come around eventually. After all, a
man can never get enough ass," Edwin said as if proud
of himself.

"I've gotta get moving," Robbie retorted, slamming the
locker door, picking up his sneakers and walking out
of the aisle.

"Whatsamatter?" Larry asked, seeing Robbie in a tiff.

"Why don't you ask your loverboy? See if he can come
up with some answers!" Robbie replied sarcastically,
stepping in his sneakers as he walked.

With a scowl on his face, Larry starts piecing some
things together. `Maybe', he thought, `this would be a
good time for.....' Not finishing his own thought,
Larry skipped over two aisles of lockers, headed for
the third. Having to do a doubletake of steps he
backed up to find Edwin in the aisle before his
locker. He stood there shocked, seeing Edwin's back,
one foot up on the bench, the other planted on the
tiled floor. On his knees, Jef Kyser had his mouth
full, Edwin's hand coaxing him on as if a dog's
master, running his hand through Jef's mane, words
driving him on, "Oh yeah.... oh fuckin' yeah.....
tighten up those lips..."

"Is this why you weren't at the library yesterday?"
Larry accused him, pointblank.

"Oh shit! I thought you had gone."

Jef Kyser, in the middle, first whined when Edwin
pulled out, then politely excusing himself, headed
away from Larry, to disappear around the corner.

"Now wouldn't that have been convenient?" Larry said,
arms folded across his chest. Then he speculated,
"Robbie turn you down, so you had to seek out some
other prey?"

"Um... no... I mean... Jef was right here. He was like
begging me to give him a blow job... believe me,"
Edwin pleaded his case.

>From over the locker tops, bellowed, "Liar!" It was
Jef Kyser's voice!

"I guess this is why you were `too busy' to drive me
to the hospital last night to see Barry? Huh?"

Hanging his head lowly, Edwin couldn't distort the
truth any longer. All he could do is stand there and
take Larry's tongue-lashing.

"Uh, wait Larry," he tried stopping the twenty-one
year old when he stormed out of the room.

As Larry left, Anthony walked in. Edwin's haste to
catch Larry made him plow right into him. Not so tough
to stand up against a charging bull, Edwin seemed to
bounce off. "Um, I wouldn't suggest going out there
like this?"

Looking down himself, Edwin realized all he had on was
his Nike socks. "Oh yeah. Right."

"Care to talk about why Larry was making a quick
getaway?"

Edwin made excuse, "I've gotta get dressed... got a
class."

Entering the rarely used office off to the side of the
lockerroom, Anthony took a ream of copy paper from the
stack in the corner. When he straightened up from
bending over, turning towards the door, there stood
Edwin.

"Change your mind?" Anthony asked.

In a dismal mood, Edwin, backpack slung over one arm,
admitted himself to the small square room, saying, "I
don't have a class."

Tossing the five hundred sheet pack on the desk,
Anthony states, "Figured so. One of my gifts...
knowing when I'm being conned. So... what's the fight
about?"

"Fight?"

"Between you and Larry?"

Rubbing his hand over his face, Edwin replies,
"Y'know, sometimes I can be my worst enemy!"

"You lost me," Anthony says, turning the wooden chair
around to face the swivel chair he sets his ass down
in.

Removing his pack from his shoulder, Edwin takes up
residence in the chair. "I don't know what it is
coach. I figured by the time a guy hits twenty his sex
drive slows down."

Anthony couldn't help but crack a smile, knowing at
twenty-seven his system still hasn't reached its peak.
"Oh I don't think that holds much creedance. Really
age has nothing to do with it. Sure, as a guy ages his
testosterone ratio seems to drop, but I don't think
this is all what this is about, is it Edwin?"

"I don't know what it is coach. It seems like five
times a day I need tooooo... to get relief," Edwin put
it as good as he could.

"So I take it since Larry can't be at your side
twenty-four hours a day, you've been `finding' other
ways for release?"

Then Edwin came right out and said, "Right and Larry
just happened to be there when Jef was giving me a
blow job."

"In the lockerroom?" Anthony questions.

"Right."

Sitting back in the swivel chair, arms across his
chest, Anthony asks, "Did you bother to read the
contract you signed before participating in track and
field, Edwin?"

"I read it."

"Do you recall reading something regarding lockerroom
conduct?"

"Uh yeah. I think."

"You think?" Anthony quizzed him, sitting up, a more
serious side to him blossoming. "Well let me refresh
your memory."  Turning to the center drawer of the
desk, Anthony withdraws several sheets of paper. "Here
it is," he turns to page four, "Any sexual intercourse
or activity pertaining to a sexual matter, occuring
within the gymnasium or the immediate area, between
college students shall constitute dismissal from the
team."

"Shit," is all Edwin could say. Then he lifted his
head, trying to build a case against the accusation,
"But I... I didn't come."

Anthony thought it a good plea, but it didn't hold
water. "And the fellow on the other end?"

"It wasn't his fault. I... I..."

"You came on to him, is that it?" Anthony guessed the
facts.

"Yeah... I mean... it.. it didn't even happen near my
locker. I had to go looking for...."

When Edwin fell short of words, Anthony again went to
the rescue, "You had to go looking for sex. So, you
picked the sucker, no pun intended, who was vulnerable
to your needs?"

"I feel like a total whore."

"Not the word I would use, but serves the purpose,"
Anthony said. When a lull occured, Edwin knowing what
he was being accused of, the jury in, pronouncing the
verdict, `guilty', all that needed to be said about
his sexual infraction was done with. "So what about
Larry? I thought you two were hitting it off rather
nicely?"

"I know," Edwin said, then accidentally named, "I
couldn't believe he caught Jef sucking me off."

"Jef Keyser?" Anthony stated, apparently the other
half involved in `the crime'.

"Yeah, but I swear. He didn't have anything to do with
it, coach!"

With a little laugh, more of a pathetic one, Anthony
tells him, "On his knees? Your cock embedded in his
mouth? How could he not have been involved? Surely he
was enjoying it as much as you?"

"Yeah, he's good at it." Edwin suddenly realized his
offering was immaterial. He still pleaded, "But it's
not like he was looking for me... it was like.. the
other way around. If anybody really deserves to get
sacked, it's me coach, not Jef."

Thinking it over, Anthony tells him, "Well you're
really leaving me in a bind here, Edwin."

"Oh? How's that go coach?"

"We only have six guys out for track'n'field, which
hardly makes up the number to call it a `team'. I need
you out there on the track."

"Sorry to let you down, coach," Edwin said, seemingly
regretful for his actions.

"Well you wouldn't be the first male to allow his cock
and balls to cloud his judgement. However, it's no
excuse to disobey the rules of conduct befitting a
team member, especially when it's spelled out in black
and white, plus something you read less than a week
ago."

"I deserve to be kicked out," Edwin said, stating the
fact.

"You let down the team," Anthony further gave Edwin
reason to sulk.

"I know."

Sitting there for a moment, Anthony let the team
contract settle on his lap as if trying to hide
something. Exhaling, then thinking gave Edwin
indication he was reconsidering things in his mind.

After what seemed like an hour, fit into two minutes,
Edwin asks, "I guess I should go clean out my locker?"

Then it came to Anthony. "Oh no. I'm not going to let
you off the hook that easy young man." After saying
it, he regretted it, thoughts returning from long ago,
his father saying it to him and how he hated the
phrase. Even though, he pronounced sentence, saying,
"Barry will be out of commission for at least a month.
It was puzzling me who would be able to fill his
shoes." Then, not asking, but dictating, Anthony dealt
out, "Get to the track one hour before practice and
meet me at the shed. You'll be responsible for
bringing out the gear, returning it to it's place in
the shed and making sure it's clean."

"I can handle that," Edwin said, not sure if he could
really. It seemed like a lot to do.

But Anthony wasn't finished, continuing, "Around six
o'clock everyday towels need to be collected from the
hamper outside the showers. Once you get the timing
down, you can throw them in the wash, go do something
you need to get done, then come back and put them in
the dryer."

Edwin gulped. He wasn't sure the pleasure he felt,
Jef's lips wrapped around his cock, tongue on the
inside massaging his barrel, was comparable to the
price he was paying.

"It's not in the janitor's contract to wipe down the
lockerroom floor. There's a bucket and mop in the jon.
There still may be some athletes floating around after
six. You'll have to wait til they are finished using
the facilities."

Of course Anthony was making it up as he went. Barry
did up the towels, but that's where his responsibility
ended.

"But I need time to study," Edwin tried conning him.

As stated, Anthony wasn't one to be conned. From Adam
Steel, he's heard tons of stories of late night
college parties, occuring any number of days of the
week. "Okay you can skip Wednesday. Hardly any of our
athletes use the facilities."

It almost slipped on, Edwin's usual weekend outings
with the guys. Lately he's been taking Larry along to
the pub. "But..."

"Yes?" Anthony asks.

"Nothing. I guess I can work it out."

Of course there was the matter of Edwin's relationship
with Larry. Anthony figured nothing said might be the
better judgement, letting the two work things out on
their own. He had a feeling the new responsibilities
he gave Edwin were going to make him or break him. He
hoped it was the first option. In his eyes he pictured
a blossoming relationship between the two, until the
wrench got thrown into the engine.

His last words, Anthony told him, "I've got to get
going... got a meeting. I hope things work out for
you. Don't forget. Two o'clock at the track shed."

"I'll be there," Edwin replied, low-keyed, knowing he
really didn't have an option to protest.

Going to the jon before leaving, Edwin spotted the
bucket and mop, signaling his brain, telling him what
a horror story his life is about to become.

"How'd it go?"

Turning around, Edwin spotted Jef Keyser just inside
the door. "What can I tell you? Life sucks. I have a
choice of either getting my ass kicked out or mopping
the floor," he said, not at all excited about either
prospect.

"Still horny?" Jef asked, a glint in his eye.

"What do you think?"

"I guess not," Jef replied. Maybe Edwin wasn't, but
Jef was. "Might be just what you need to get yourself
out of this funk?"

"I don't think so Jef. Just not in the mood right
now."

"Okay. I'm going back to the dorm if you get in the
mood," Jef replied, leaving, making it known he didn't
accidentally show up, but had a purpose for being
there other than taking a leak.

As for Edwin, he was thinking about Larry, admitting
he's a really nice guy, not deserving of the likes of
himself. At first he thought about making up, but then
it lurked in his mind his `dirty deed' and Larry
catching him at it. Piling on another excuse, he
thought, what with all the chores he had to do, where
would there be time for a relationship. Before long
Edwin had left himself with more `cons' than `pros'.

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2B continued...

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