Date: Wed, 12 Mar 2008 14:48:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: ROAD TRIP  the fantastic five

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  the fantastic five
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Rise and shine, Anthony!"

Crawling out from under his pillow, Anthony asks, "Is
it Monday morning already?"

As has happened on the other hundred or so Monday
mornings of the year, Roberto overrides Anthony's
question and says, "I'll go put the coffee on.
Remember you're on your own this morning. I have to be
at the cafe at eight."

With a groan and a moan, Roberto is headed out the
door, a pair of striped boxer briefs clinging to his
torso. Halfway between their room and the down
staircase, he stops mumbling to himself, yelling the
greeting, "Randy!" Entering the kitchen he stops in
his tracks, saying, "Oh, I thought maybe Randy was
up?"

"Oh hi Roberto. He was, but when he saw me putting
together the breakfast profish... pro.."

"Proficiently?"

"Yeah that's it. He said he was going back to bed."

"Smells good, Jorge." Roberto sniffed at a cloth-lined
basket.

"Thanks," he replied, shaking a skillet full of eggs.

Peering around the kitchen, Roberto notices several
juice glasses filled. Picking up on the aroma of
parsley, he asks, "Where did you learn to cook like
this?" as he lingers over Jorge's shoulder, looking
into a heap of cooked eggs.

"Oh, I um...."

Figuring it a `sticky' question, knowing some of
Jorge's background, Tino appears just in time to bail
him out. Instead of providing concrete details, in
general he says, "Some of us have the gift-- others
can't even boil water or make toast!"

As Roberto laughed, the other two joined in, Jorge
settling his eyes on Tino, his smile all that was
needed to protect the secret Tino now shared.

Soon the kitchen filled up with guys in their boxers
or other forms of loin cloths.

"Brr! I feel a chill," Tino said, adding, "Be right
back!"

However when he returned, the only other article of
clothing added to his wardrobe was a muscle shirt.
Anthony thought it strange and figured he would eat
now and ask later.

"Anybody see Zach this morning?" Nicholas noticed.

"He went home," Barry filled them in. "He called home
this morning and his parents were kind of pissed at
him for not calling them to tell them he wouldn't be
home."

Always on the defense, Tino states, "The kid's
eighteen. Old enough to tie his own shoes!"

Anthony thought himself right, when Tino appeared in
the muscle shirt. After he voiced his opinion, Jorge
stomped out of the room, Tino following on his heels,
after cursing himself out. "I wonder what that was all
about?"

"Lover's quarrel?" Randy suggests.

"I suppose," Anthony said, but wasn't convinced.

Helping themselves, Randy and Roberto comandeered
dishing out eggs onto plates, Nicholas, Anthony,
Robbie and Barry making light work of removing
biscuits from the basket. Each grabbed a glass of
orange juice on their way to the kitchen table.

"I think we better think about getting a bigger table,
Anthony?" Nicholas poses, the four of them taking up
the four chairs.

Seeing the dilemma of Randy and Roberto needing to be
seated, Robbie suggests, "No problem. We'll go sit out
by the pool." Picking up their plates and OJ, the two
excuse themselves, as the other two take their seats,
thanking them for putting themselves out.

No sooner had Roberto sat down, chugged down his juice
and forked his eggs in his mouth, he was getting up,
carting his eating utensils into the kitchen. "Sorry,
but I have to get showered and on my way."

"Me too," Anthony replied even though he really had
more time to get ready than Roberto.

"Everything okay?" Roberto asked, first one to
encounter Tino and Jorge, heading back down the
stairway.

"Things will be fine," Tino assured them, allowing
Jorge to walk in front of him as they passed Anthony
and Roberto on the stairs.

Still a bit sensitive, Jorge forced a smile. Anthony
said to the two, "My offer still stands if you two
want to spend some time at Applegate today?"

"Leave the directions," Tino said, Anthony jokingly
replying, a smile and salute added for authenticity,
"Yes, sir!"

Passing through the foyer, a short distance between
the staircase and kitchen, Tino and Jorge stopped in
their tracks when the heavy wooden door flew open. Two
guys they never saw before helped themselves out, to
enter. What probably should have been the reverse
reaction, Sep ventured to ask, "You two live here?"

"Um," Tino went to set the record straight, instead
Adam reaching out with his hands, introducing himself,
"Adam Steel and my um," Adam stuttered not sure the
two he addressed were friends, lovers or even gay,
resisted the personal greeting, saying, "my friend,
Sep."

Taking his hand first, Tino made comment, "Nice grip,"
before introducing, "and this is my boyfriend, Jorge."

Making mental note Jorge filed away the fact, Tino
referring to him as his `boyfriend'.

After smiling at Adam, Sep offered his hand to Jorge,
saying, "I'm Adam's boyfriend, Sep."

"Something smells good," Adam said, picking up on the
aroma of baked biscuits and eggs, his nose luring him
towards the inner area of the mansion.

Pairing off, Sep built up a conversation with Jorge as
Adam and Tino led the two off towards the kitchen.
Tino overheard Sep tell Jorge he was the gardener and
that they had been on vacation during the Thanksgiving
holiday. As Sep turned to talking about the vacation,
Tino picked another topic, well aware it was probably
one of the many `pick-up' lines used to stir up
conversation. "You workout?"

Adam smiled back at Tino, retaliating with, "You
checking me out there, Tino?"

Not showing remorse for his question, Tino replies,
"Your clothes cling nicely to your bod!"

Being they were over by the coffee machine, their
conversation wasn't eavesdropped on, Sep and Jorge
conversing with Randy and Nicholas.

"Next shift," Nicholas said as he and Randy got up
from the table.

"Are you sure?" Sep asks.

"I'm sure," Nicholas responded, patting his full gut
with his hand. Filling them in on their plans he says,
"We're headed over to Applegate to register Randy for
some art courses."

"Sounds `nice'," Jorge replies, trying to feel happy
for Randy, as the two make their departure.

Sensing Jorge's dismay over the announcement, Tino
breaks his conversing with Adam to say, "Maybe we
should head over to Applegate today and get you
registered for some courses, eh Jorge?"

"Yeah, sounds nice and all but are you forgetting
something, Tino?"

Seeing their conversation weaving into a personal
manner, Sep and Adam excuse themselves, headed out to
the pool on their way to the gardener's cottage, Sep
and Adam's nesting grounds.

"So where were we?" Tino said, both sitting down at
the table, the last of the eggs and coffee before
them.

Jumping to the conclusion, Jorge says, "I don't have
money to go to college, so that's that. I'm going to
have to find a job and a place to live."

"What about here? Anthony told us we can stay as long
as we want," Tino replied, sipping his coffee.

"You don't get it."

"Apparently," Tino says, sitting back in his chair,
folding arms across his tank top. "Care to explain
yourself?"

"Don't get me wrong. I'm thankful Anthony has taken me
in, but the way I figure it is I have my freedom now
and I want to do things on my own...."

"No reason why you can't do it a little at a time. I
mean, look at me. I've given up studying medicine at
some fancy-schmancy university to attend a smaller
college out in the sticks. It's a big move for me and
I too feel like I need to get a place of my own...
well I was hoping it could be a place for both of us."

"Really Tino? You want me to live with you?"

"No. Actually I was thinking it the other way around.
Me living with you?" Reaching across the table, Tino
latched on to Jorge's hands, reassuring him of his
intentions.

"But I've gotta get a job. I don't want you paying for
the rent, even though I know... you... you have the
money."

"Like I said, Anthony doesn't mind putting us up til
the time arises when we can strike out on our own, but
why don't we make it a point to shop around for a
place to live while we're out today?"

Uncoupling his hands from Tino, Jorge draws back in
his chair, exhaling. "Everything's happening so fast."

"Biscuits are good."

"What?"

"I said the biscuits are good and so are the eggs. I
guess I can't give you credit for the orange juice."

"Wait. You're changing the subject, Tino."

"I know. So how about we jump in the shower, get
dressed, take a drive over to Applegate and then check
out the area?"

"I guess," Jorge says.

Not waiting for the twenty-three year old to regress
into his hardluck feelings Tino gets up, takes Jorge's
hand and says, "C'mon. I'll wash your back if you wash
mine!"

Accepting the invitation, Jorge lightens up a bit,
replying, "I'll wash more than your back!"

%

In no time, Roberto was out of the house on his way to
the Eskridge Cafe, Anthony jotting down on a piece of
paper directions to Applegate University.

"Whatcha doin' there Anthony?"

"You're home, Adam. When did you two come in?"

Setting two mugs in the sink, Adam replies, "About an
hour ago. I met your two friends, Tino and Jorge.
Cute, especially that Tino!"

"Oh? He compliment you on your incredibly blue eyes?"

Chuckling, Adam says, "Not exactly, but he thinks I
have a body that's seen the inside of a gym often!"

"He ask you if you were a bottom?"

"No, but I gather he's a top?" Adam replied, leaning
up against the counter, the creases in his security
uniform contorting to his worked out bod.

Glancing up at the clock, Anthony says, "Oh, I've
gotta get going. Got a meeting with Dean Harriot this
morning. You know Doug Irvine took with a heart attack
and died?"

"Who?"

"Track'n'Field coach. That's what Harriot wants to see
me about... taking on the team for the interim."

"Hmm... I hadn't a clue Applegate had a Track'n'Field
team at all!"

"It's been low-keyed.  But look, I have to finish
jotting down these directions to Applegate for Tino
and..."

"No problem. Let me save you the trouble. I can give
him a lift if it's okay with him," Adam offers.

"I think he can follow you."

"Oh, so that's his Astra parked out front, huh?"

"Yeah. Nice set of wheels, huh?" Anthony says, trying
to inch his way out of the conversation as well as the
room, grabbing his car keys and attache.

"Very. We were thinking of investing in a second hand
car, so Sep can get around easier," Adam tossed the
idea out, along with, "We were thinking maybe you can
help us out with a loan?"

Almost ready to walk out the front door, one foot in
and the other outside, Anthony stops and reenters.
Setting his attache case down, he walks back over to
Adam, placing a hand on Adam's shoulder, saying, "Sep
means a lot to me and I've grown quite fond of you too
Adam. If it's on your mind to look for a car today
then do it and we'll talk about it tonight."

With a little smirk on his face, scratching his head,
Adam says, "Um, we've already done the legwork
actually."

"Oh really?"

"Ah yeah. We kind of know how much we need," he fills
Anthony in, a sheepish grin on his face.

"I've got exactly fifteen seconds before I have to
walk out the door, Adam."

"Is it asking too much to borrow ten grand from you?"

Walking out the door, he hears Anthony say, "I'll have
it transferred to your account. Later, Adam!"

"The pool feels great. Too bad you didn't have time to
take a dip, Adam."  Sep stood there, only article in
his possession, a towel draped over his shoulder.
"What's up?"

"Anthony said he would lend us the money for the car.
Ten grand, like I was asking for a quarter!"

"Not that I'm one to take advantage, but he's loaded
you know?"

Smiling, Adam couldn't help saying it, seeing his
eighteen year old lover standing there, dripping wet,
his smooth balls accenting his hairy pubes, his 8c
nestled among the mix. "Looks like he's not the only
one loaded?"

"Don't start what you can't finish," Sep said as Adam
threw his arm around his lover, a hand fondling his
swollen balls.

"Oh shit!" Adam called out, jumping back, when he
realized Sep was all wet, his Applegate security
uniform soaked through at the chest and stomach.

Grabbing the middle of Adam's shirt, Sep pulled back
towards the pool, to make exit to the cottage, saying,
"C'mon, I'll help get you changed!"

%

Just as Anthony figured it, Alton Harriot presented
him with all the details, concluding with a contract
usually awarded to those acquiring an interim
position.

"And here's the class list," Harriot presented,
turning the paper around on the mahogany desk from
facing himself, to Anthony.

Reading down the list, just as he thought, the numbers
were not at all impressive. "Aldo Yaccovino, twenty
years old, science major, a sophomore... Kelan
Windsor, nineteen years old, freshman, major in
english... Vitaly Ig.. Igda...."

"Igdalev. Vitaly is one of our few foreign students.
Nineteen years old, speaks English, French, Italian,
Spanish, as well as his native tongue. He majors in
journalism," Dean Harriot spelled out.

"I see," Anthony just said, studying the next name on
file. Jayab Yousef, nineteen years old, freshman,
major undeclared, here on a track'n'field scholarship?
How can that be?"

"Hey, he might be one of your best assets, Anthony,"
Alton tried beefing up the aspects of the team.

Looking down at the paper in his hands, Anthony
comments, "Somebody better be!" He concluded with the
last one, "David York, twenty-two years old, special
education... a sophomore?"

"He started out part-time before becoming fully
matriculated." Quickly coaxing Anthony over to the
door, now that he's signed on the dotted line, Dean
Harriot leaves him with one good standpoint, "If you
can do for the track'n'field team what you've managed
to do with the swimming team it'll be a feather in
your cap Anthony. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some
important paperwork to go over."

With the contract in Harriot's possession, Anthony
picks up his briefcase and walks slowly down the short
flight of stairs leading away from the administration
building. Still in his hand he held the roll call of
the `track team'. He was startled back to reality when
he heard his name called.

"Hey Coach Torricelli! Wait up!"

It was Sean Duffy, Jim Stoan and Josh Berg, three swim
team members who skipped campus to be with their
families for Thanksgiving.

"Um, hi there... guys."

After pleasantries had been exchanged, Josh asks, "So
where you headed?"

"The pool, dah?" Anthony replied in `their' lingo.

It backfired on him when Sean claimed, "The pool's
back over that way?"

"Oh yeah," Anthony replied, about-facing, remarking,
"I knew that!"

"Yeah, sure coach," Josh said, Jim offering, "Whatever
you say coach."

The quartet walked, the swimmers trying to interest
their coach in some trivial matters happening over the
last five days. Seeing they weren't interesting him in
any of the subjects, they made up having class or
needing to use the library, leaving Anthony on his
solo pace across campus.

"Hey coach!"

"What now?" Anthony asked. Turning around he had to
place his flat hand over his eyes, blocking out the
sun to view the five guys running towards him. His
eyebrows flared upwards as he spotted a tall, medium
brown-skinned guy taking the lead, clad only in a tank
top, shorts, socks and sneakers, a backpack flying
over his shoulder as if a flag. `Damn he's hot!' he
heard himself whisper when the leader of the pack got
within a yards view.

"You're Coach Torricelli, right?" the `leader' spoke
for the other four.

"That I am and you are?"

As he was shaking Jayab Yousef's hand, Anthony found
it tough to keep his mind on the big grin, his eyes
wanting to see beyond the shoulder-to-shoulder hairy
chest. Fortunately for his crotch, he was introduced
to the other four, Kelan Windsor, Aldo Yaccovino,
David York and Vitaly Igdalev, whom greeted him in all
the languages he knew, Anthony assumed.

"We are very excited we are going to have you for a
coach," Vitaly said as if reading off cue cards.

"Thanks." Then almost choking, saying it, "I'm sure
we're going to make a great team."

"Hey, coach," came the familiar greeting from behind
him, Anthony making the circle larger, admitted Robbie
and Barry into the conversation.

Upon introducing the track'n'fielders to the swimmers,
all stopped talking when Barry looked up at Jayab and
said, "You sure are tall!"

His face lighting up, a huge grin painting his face,
Jayab, five inches taller looked down on the blonde
said, "Yeah? Well you're kind of cute!"

"Uh, excuse me big guy," Robbie wedged his bod in
between the two, "but he's already taken if you don't
mind!"

Standing an inch shorter than Jayab, he thought it
over, coming to the conclusion the hunk standing
before him was hotter than hell. "No problem, stud,"
Jayab replied, adding, "We got to go, but maybe we'll
see you later in the gym."

With the five heading off, Anthony giggled saying, "I
couldn't figure out which one of you guys should be
more on your guard!"

"He better watch himself. If he lays one hand on
Robbie I'll punch his lights out!" Barry did his best
to make threat.

"Um, I'm feeling kind of hungry babe. How about we
catch a burger and some fries?"

Bidding goodbye to their coach, Robbie and Barry
headed off towards the student commons. Anthony
smiled, thinking of how Robbie could be so hungry
after eating only an hour and a half ago. "Burgers and
fries at ten o'clock in the morning?" Then he
remembered once too he was a crazy college student.


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2B continued...

Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee
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