Date: Tue, 25 Dec 2007 17:35:53 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: ROAD TRIP  peace meal

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  peace meal
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"So, let me get this straight," Anthony quizzed the
consortium, but stared at the only person in the world
he had discussed his visit at Miguel's with, the love
of his life, Roberto, "Robbie came by looking for his
speedo he left by the swimming pool after the victory
party and happened to overhear you talking to
Nicholas?"

As if a ping pong match, gazes shifted to the far side
of the table, Robbie grabbing the center of attention.
"It's not Roberto's fault at all, if that's what
you're driving at, coach."

"Oh? And how would that go?" Anthony switched his
concentration of interrogation.

With a forced smile, Robbie tells them, "Well, ya see,
I kind of had my fingers crossed behind my back when
Roberto told me to swear I wouldn't tell another
soul... but," he beamed when meeting Barry's face, "ya
see, I'm trying to make an honest go at our
relationship," all knowing it was Larry's twin, Barry,
"and I knew I couldn't keep a secret like this from my
lover."

Barry smiled a toothy grin, hearing the profession of
Robbie's love, as if for the first time, still
wondering why a nerdy guy like him lucked out,
snagging the hottest looking guy on campus. Coming to
his senses, or perhaps standing up for his lover,
Barry blurts out, "Isn't that great?" With a few
comments regarding fidelity, Barry lets on to how the
word got passed around, "Larry and me have `never'
kept any secrets from each other... right bro?"

Eyes darting from Roberto, to Robbie, a short stop
with Nicholas who said nothing, the guys at the table
devoted their attention to Larry.

With a smile cracked, Larry agreed, at the same time
picking up on the story, "At the time I wasn't so sure
about promising Barry, at the same time trying to make
a go at it with Edwin." The nineteen and twenty year
olds lock eyes for a short interval. "But, like Robbie
says, we're trying to see where this goes and I didn't
want it to start out by keeping anything from him."
Nobody saw, but when Larry said it, Edwin reached over
from his lap and wrapped his fingers around Larry's
hand. For a moment they exchanged smiles.

"So..." Anthony said. Wanting to wrap it up, asks, "It
still doesn't give me a clue to how all of you,"
meaning the Applegate swim team members, "wound up
here."

The rest of the story unfolded as Gil confessed,
"Edwin mentioned it to me and I know I should have
kept it to myself, but..." things fall into place,
obviously the same tale told by Robbie, Barry and
Larry, allegiance to their loved ones, when Gil looks
to his boyfriend, Mik Vysotsky.

"I think I get the picture," Anthony lets him off the
hook.

In conclusion, Mik sums it up with his Russian accent,
"I didn't think it mattered if I told the rest of the
guys."

Around the makeshift table behind the service station,
overloaded with food, friends and family all returned
to their individual conversations. Robbie and Barry
chatted with Larry and Edwin. Next to them sat Gil and
Mik. Next to Mik, Tino sat, chatting with Mik, but at
times looking up, glancing in Anthony's direction.
Roberto couldn't help but notice Anthony catching his
eyes staring back at Tino, offering a slight smile in
return.

"So Anthony," Roberto asks, "you had a lot of fun
playing with my cousin?"

"Y-you're.... you're cousin?" Anthony replied, shocked
out of his gourd. However, instead of Roberto, it's
Miguel's case he got on. "Miguel? Why didn't you tell
me Tino was your cousin?"

Aimed at joking, evading the truth, Miguel responds,
"Well Anthony, I figured maybe you would know by the
family resemblance?"

It was Anthony's turn to laugh and make jest, as he
says, "You're kidding? How could I ever match up
Tino's defined abs to your Porky Pig belly?"

Hurling a friendly threat at Anthony, Miguel says,
"Wait til I have you strung up next time Anthony.
You'll pay for that!"

"Next time?" Anthony questions, looking at his
stringbean lover, as if for approval.

"Remember what I told you Anthony," Roberto says.

Not sure of `what', Anthony gives the look of `not
sure'. Reading him like a book, Roberto answers, "If
you're hurting, it's your own fault."

"I'll have to think about it," Anthony replied,
reflecting back over the last day, recalling being in
the ring with Alfredo, getting his gut bashed in. His
stomach didn't really bother him, except for his belt
buckle rubbing over the place where the small dowel
was embedded in his navel. Everytime he moved, his
shirt rubbed on his nips. Even though he had a nice
mat of hair covering his pecs, the fabric meant to
stimulate his raw nipmeat. His back stung a little
from Tino's light flogging, but all in all, the
leftover pangs of torture more turned Anthony on
rather steal the excitement from his `ordeal'.

Before putting a forkful of pumpkin pie in his mouth,
Tino comments, "Sure would be nice to have you over
this way again, Anthony."

Of all the torture he's been through, the one thing
which made his privates react with a tingling
sensation is `the look' Tino evoked, far different
from sitting there at the table, donning his dress
shirt and jeans, in place of the chaps and leather
harness crisscrossing his hairy pecs.

Anthony broke the ice, saying, "I can't believe Tino's
your cousin."

After swallowing the remainder of his glass of wine,
Tino sums up, "You had a good time Anthony?"

Anthony utters a meek "yes."

"Then what's the difference if I'm part of the family
or not?"

Looking back to Miguel, he tells Anthony, "Isn't it
good to know you have family who loves you enough to
take care of you?"

"Taking care of me is right!" Anthony states, more in
a humorous manner which incites lots of laughter.

As conversations carry on around the Thanksgiving
table, dessert being chomped down, prepared by Roberto
and Randy, Anthony makes several glances to Tino,
remembering the prior day's `fun', his napkin on his
lap hiding his thoughts. "Huh?" he's suddenly alerted
to being talked about.

"We really had a good time, didn't we Anthony?"
Nicholas says, grabbing Anthony's attention to attest
to the fact.
Agreeing, Nicholas further says, "So don't we owe some
thanks to our lovers?"

Rising up from his chair, Nicholas walks around the
table and summons Randy from his chair, embracing him
in a kiss. Anthony follows Nicholas' lead, embracing
Roberto. "Owch!" Anthony slips out with, after Roberto
touched his back. Miguel gets the death stare from his
brother. Nicholas returns to his seat, followed by
Anthony, Tino popping out of his chair.

"What do I get? Nothing for making you two feel
awesome?"

More an act of humor, rather then serious, the two
sandwich Tino between themselves, both fighting over
kissing Tino's lips. With attention drawn upwards,
nobody saw Tino's left hand, reaching down, only
Anthony being aware of his crotch being handled
roughly.

"Don't get too carried away, Anthony!" Roberto yelled
at him when Anthony began to moan.

Sitting back, enjoying their full bellies, Roberto,
Randy and some of the swimjocks begin clearing the
table. When Flip gets up to help, Mario motions with
his hand, saying, "No, you sit. I'll handle this,
hon," a firm hand on Flip's shoulder.

Robbie suddenly asks, "Hey, I just thought of
something. Anybody know where Jason is?"

%

2B continued...

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


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