Date: Sun, 29 Apr 2007 14:58:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: ROAD TRIP    thinkers & doers

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    thinkers & doers
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"What's on your mind?" Roberto asks, bouyant in the
water.

"Them," Anthony says, looking at the two, eating chips
at one of the poolside tables.

"My brother called today."

"Miguel called? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I'm telling you now."

"Oh. Okay. So, what's up?"

"He actually called to talk to you."

"Me?"  Anthony asks.

"Yup. He says he got a new tow truck and wants to show
it to you."

"Hmm..." Anthony smiles.

"I hope you're not thinking what I think you are
thinking, Anthony."

He smiles again.

"You `are' thinking `it', aren't you?"

"Yeah. You've got me."

"You miss Miguel's toying with you, don't you?"

"Yes, I do. But one thing, unlike what happened to
Randy and Nicholas, at least I know I can trust
Miguel."

"True. So, when do you want to visit him?" Roberto
asks.

"You mean you'll let me?"

"It's what you want, isn't it?"

"I can't tell you enough how I was treated. I mean,
even when I was tied eagle-spread to the lift inside
the gas station and hoisted up.... the feeling of the
damp atmosphere on my body... my cock and balls, was
totally awesome!"

"I know."

"You understand, Roberto?"

"The water can't hide it!"

"Water?"

"The erection you just got, talking about it."

Roberto reaches over, next to him, underwater, feeling
up Anthony's privates.

"I was right! You're as hard as a rock!"

"I told you. Miguel turns me on."

"Oh does he now?"

"Not in that way!" Anthony whines.

Roberto laughs, saying, "I know how you mean it."

The two hear laughter coming from the edge of the
pool.

"It's ironic though."

"What is, hon?" Roberto asks.

"How Randy and Nicholas suffered so and here I'm
asking to suffer."

"You're not feeling guilty are you?"

"Not really, on account of I know Miguel will be fair
when he has his fun."

"While you're having your fun?"

A warmth comes over Anthony, as he hugs his
`stringbean' lover.

"It's good to have a man that understands me."

"Like we both already know. Miguel loves us both, but
he also knows how to play the game."

"Right. And fairly."

"Um, what is it you talked to Nicholas about?" Roberto
asks.

"What I mentioned to you as we were leaving the
hospital."

"Oh, about the hospital bills and the white party. How
did he go for it?"

"He wanted to pay for the hospital bills, which we'll
sort of work out together."

"And the white party?"

"He was very supportive of it, saying it will do Randy
a lot of good, but likewise he wants to contribute."

"And?"

"I told him he could pay for the party, except the
entertainment."

"Do you have any ideas?"

"For the celebrity?"

"Yeah."

"Not yet. I figured you and I could think about it."

"I have an idea sort of."

"Oh?"

"It's kind of kinky."

"But nothing to do with bdsm."

"No. What I was thinking of," Roberto tells him, "is
having the celebrity `baked in the cake'."

"Baked in the cake?"

"I heard of this once. A guy strips down, lays on a
table and the cake, already baked, is built around his
body. Then after the cake is fitted around him, they
ice it. Get the idea?"

"Yes and I like it. Would be fun having Randy lick him
off."

"Me too?"

"You?"

"You wouldn't get mad, would you Anthony?"

"Of course not. I think it would be fun watching you
lick him off."

"So, you don't think it's too kinky an idea?"

"No, but I'm getting another idea here."

"Oh? What?"

"Just suppose we find a couple of bakers who can plan
ahead."

"Plan ahead?"

"Yeah. Know what they're doing."

"I don't follow you, Anthony."

"Well, just suppose that a half hour before the cake
is brought out, Nicholas disappears?"

"Oh I get it. Nicholas becomes the celebrity under the
cake."

"Right and this way it would make it more personal for
Randy."

"So, no celebrity?"

"Sure we could still have a celebrity, but do you
think it's alright to have Nicholas buried under the
cake?"

"I think we should ask Nicholas how he feels about the
idea."

"True."

"And when should we have the party?"

"When Randy feels better. I think he would seem
embarrassed to have guests see his bod with all the
welts, especially when most will be stripped down to
almost nothing."

"You're right. Randy mentioned to me the exact thing,"
Roberto tells his lover.

"Oh?"

"Yup. He's worried about all the welts on his body
disappearing, plus his swollen nips."

"Then I'd say we have quite awhile to plan. Could be
months."

"Then maybe it will fall around a holiday."

"True," Anthony states, "then we could change it from
a white party, to a holiday party."

"Nicholas' body, shaped like a Christmas tree!"

"Wouldn't that be something! You come up with some
good ones, hon."

"Thanks," Roberto says.

Already side by side, in the pool, it's so easy for
Roberto to throw his arms around Anthony, his hand on
his cheek, directing their lips together.

"Ahem!" Nicholas coughs.

"Yes?" Anthony looks up, seeing Nicholas upside-down.

"I thought it would be nice to take Randy to
Linguini's for dinner. Are you two interested?"

"I think we'll spend an evening at home, but you two
go," Anthony says.

"I also have some good news."

"Oh really, Nicholas?"

"Yep. Randy wants to get back to painting."

"Well your bedroom sure could use a coat of paint!"
Anthony jokes.

"Not `that' kind of painting, you idiot!" Nicholas
scolds him.

"I'm only kidding. I know what you mean."

Nicholas says, "Only one problem, though."

"What's that?"

"He doesn't have any equipment. The money he's saved
is going towards his college courses at Applegate. I
wouldn't mind, but I need to save for the party."

Roberto suggests, "Why don't you pay for the art
supplies and let Anthony worry about the cost of the
party?"

"You don't mind?" Nicholas asks.

"Of course I don't mind. Besides, paying for his
artist's materials will be more of a personal
gesture."

"You're the best, Anthony," Nicholas renders, tapping
his fingers to his lips, then passing the little kiss
onto Anthony, patting his head.

"I know!"

Joking around, Anthony breathes onto his fingernails,
rubbing them on his wet chest, as if polishing a medal
of worth. With his foot, Nicholas pushes Anthony
forward. Losing his footing, Anthony gets dunked in
the pool.

"You're a dead man," Anthony jokes with Nicholas.

He just laughs it off, going back to Randy. Soon the
two get up, Anthony and Roberto wishing them a good
night.

"You better call Miguel before it gets too late,
Anthony."

"Oh, he wants me to call him back right away?"

"He said he'd be waiting by the phone."

"I bet he is!" Anthony says sarcastically.

Getting out of the pool, Roberto picks up both towels,
tossing Anthony one. As if coming out of the shower,
they wrap each around their waists, after toweling off
their backs and fronts. They sit down in lounge
chairs, Anthony picking up the phone.

"Oh, before I call, when do you think I should tell
him?"

"What about Thanksgiving weekend?" Roberto suggests.

"Then we can have a turkey dinner together," Anthony
proposes.

"If you're not `tied up'?"

Roberto follows his statement with a hardy laugh.
Anthony joins in.

"I thought he was talking about playing around for an
evening?"

"I think longer."

"Like a whole day?"

"I don't know what Miguel is thinking about. You have
to ask him."

"Okay. What's the number?"

"I wrote it down. It's in the book."

Anthony picks up an address book. He looks up Delgado,
then Miguel.

"Here it is."

He dials the number.

"Well, instead of having to explain it to you, hon,
why don't I put it on the speaker phone?"

"Okay."

The speakerphone picks up the dialtone.

"Hello?"

"Miguel?"

"This is Miguel Delgado."

"Anthony Toricelli here."

"I hope you are calling to tell me you are on your
way!"

Roberto answers, "Anthony is not dropping everything
to come see you. We are...."

Anthony puts up his hand, to say `hold it', then says,
"We're planning on coming out to see you in three
weeks."

"That's Thanksgiving weekend?"

"Right," Anthony says.

"Hmm... four days, huh?"

Again Roberto sticks his two cents in, "You're not
playing with Anthony for four full days. We're going
to have a nice, family-style dinner on Thanksgiving!"

"Hmm," Miguel is thinking it over, then says, "Okay.
You give me whatever time you can."

Anthony asks, "How's the new tow truck?" with obvious
intentions.

"It's a beauty." Then with suggestion, Miguel says,
"It has a nice, shiny hook!"

"Got some new rope?" Anthony asks.

"Oh yeah and some new chains. Only one thing..."

"Oh? What's that Miguel?"

"I'm going to have all the fun myself, instead of
sharing it!"

"Cool!" Anthony says.

"And I got your Christmas present early."

"Oh?" Anthony asks, "And what would that be?"

"It's a surprise."

Roberto tells his brother, "I don't want Anthony
hurting after this. No marks!"

"I thought you trusted me, little brother?"

"I do, Miguel. I'm just making sure."

"Don't worry. I wouldn't do anything Anthony doesn't
want to do. Anthony?"

"Yes, Miguel?"

"I want you to write a list of things you want to do.
I'll have mine and we'll negotiate when I see you."

"Fair enough," Anthony says.

"Okay, that's all for now."

Anthony signs off, with Roberto leading off the
`goodbyes'.

"What do you think?" Anthony asks Roberto.

"I know Miguel will play fair."

"I know he will, because if he doesn't, he'll have
little bro to answer to!"

"You better believe it, Anthony!"

"I wonder what my present is?"

Roberto jokes, saying, "Probably a new bullwhip!"

"Yikes! Now `that' could hurt!"

"I'm kidding."

"I know you are. Though I could go for some beltwork!"

Then, changing the entire conversation, Roberto says,
"Let's get something to eat. I'm feeling really
horny."

"Mmmmmm," Anthony replies.

Going into the kitchen, the two decide on a quick
salad. Anthony jokes with the cucumber in hand,
choosing a more suggestive purpose.

"Oh don't worry. Miguel will be using more than a
cucumber on you."

"You think?"

"Oh sure," Roberto clues him in. "Didn't I tell you
about Miguel's collection?"

"No. You never said. What collection?"

"He has an assortment of dildos and buttplugs, along
with various `other' tools."

"Like what?"

"I was kidding about the bullwhip, but he has some
straps and paddles."

Next thing Roberto notices, is the tenting of
Anthony's towel!

"I have you thinking about it, don't I, Anthony?"

"Maybe we should change the subject?"

"Right," Roberto says, "we don't want you getting the
floor wet, do we?"

"Now who wants it bad?"

"Let's hurry and eat our salads. You're making me feel
so horny!"

Not only salad, but the two devoured a loaf of Italian
bread and a bottle of wine, which made both feel a
little tipsy. They dumped everything in the sink, then
headed upstairs.
Walking through their bedroom door, they lost the
towels around their waists, tossing them over a chair.

"I'm so horny," Anthony shared.

"For me or Miguel?"

"You, of course," Anthony said.

"Don't lie!"

True, Roberto could always tell when Anthony was
fibbing.

"You're right. Can we just do a little `something'?"

"Like what?"

"I dunno. Tie me down to the bed or something?"

Being a good sport, Roberto says, "I'll get the rope."

Anthony `dove' into the bed. He lay there on his back,
arms and legs eagle-spread. Roberto came back with
four ropes, each made of soft cording.

"I'm gonna work you over real good, Anthony!"

Tying one rope around Anthony's right wrist, Roberto
looped it over the closest post. He repeated the same
with the other wrist, stealing a coupla kisses in
between.

"Ouch!" Anthony said when Roberto pulled the rope
tight.

"Did that hurt?"

"A little," Anthony reported, but nothing excruiating.

"That's nothing. Wait til I get you tied down!"

Anthony smiled. He knew the treatment he was in store
for.

The third and fourth ropes went around each of
Anthony's ankles, Roberto tying them to each bedpost
at the bottom of the bed.

"Ready to torture the hell out of you, Anthony!"

Leaning on the bed, Roberto bowed his head over
Anthony's crotch. Sticking out his tongue, he licked
the head of Anthony's cock, sticking straight up.

"Ooooooooh!" Anthony sighed.

Both he and Roberto knew this to be sheer torture. But
since Roberto was in control, he backed off. Then he
threw his leg over Anthony's bod, straddling it.
Facing him, he smiled. Feeling up Anthony's hairy
chest, his fingers and thumbs found his two nips.

Anthony's head pushed back, into the pillow, as he
sighed out loudly, "Ahhhhhhhh-ohhhhhhh!"

Roberto was softly mashing his nips. The whole time,
Roberto is getting a kick out of pleasuring his man.
His cock is showing it, the 8c laying on Anthony's
stomach, hard and leaking. Leaning on his knees, at
both sides of Anthony's bod, he leans over, to the
right side, his mouth going over Anthony's right nip.
With his left hand still teasing the left nip,
Roberto's tongue paints a path around the right, a
prelude to something more intense. Anthony's not
disappointed, as Roberto's tongue hits his nip dead
center, pressing down. Then he cups his lips and pulls
on the sensitive nub, pulling away some body hair with
Anthony's nip. Reaching behind himself, he strokes
Anthony's cock. Precum soils his hand. Bringing his
hand to his lips, Roberto cleans it off. He does a
quick job of sucking Anthony's left nip, then follows
the trail down Anthony's stomach.

Moving backwards, down Anthony's bod, his ass feels
Anthony's 9.5c wedge against his asscrack. "Oooooh,"
Roberto sighs.

They say a taste of honey is worse then none at all.
For Roberto this holds true. Once Anthony's cock had
touched his ass, he wants him deep inside him. Moving
farther back, he guides Anthony's cock to his wanting
ass chamber. There's enough precum to serve as lube,
so he coats the tube. Then, leaning back, he guides it
to the opening.

Both are waiting for the ecstatic manuever.
Manipulating Anthony's 9.5c, Roberto sits back,
impaling himself. Both follow with the sounds of sheer
pleasure.

Anthony, still stretched out, tied eagle-spread to the
bed, tries moving his hips, to gain further entry.

Roberto's head drops back, as he feels the pleasure of
having his ass chamber filled. Realising Anthony's
needs, he lifts his bod up, then presses back down,
fucking over his own ass, much to Anthony's total
pleasure.

"Feel good, hon?" Roberto quizzes his lover.

"You know it does."

Still tied eagle-spread, Anthony tries working his
cock deep inside Roberto with each press downwards.

"Untie me now."

It's not the first time Roberto has followed Anthony's
wishes, in tying down the twenty-seven year old. So,
at Anthony's request, he knows what it is that
follows! Slowly, he unties Anthony, so the momentum
builds up.

"I really neeed to get inside you.... deeper."

"I know."

With both wrists untied, Anthony helps himself to
untying his right ankle, as Roberto works on his left.


With surprise, Roberto asks, "You tie me?"

"You want to be tied?"

The smile makes the decision. Anthony's bindings now
become Roberto's. Only he doesn't tie Roberto's ankles
to the bottom bedposts. Instead, he folds Roberto's
legs back over him, so it's like he's bent in half.
Before he loses his erection, he gives himself a few
strokes and then zeroes in on his target. They both
respond with joy.

"Ooooh... now to get in deeper."

Roberto isn't disappointed, as Anthony forces himself
deep inside Roberto. Holding his legs over him,
Anthony pumps in and out. Roberto doesn't disappoint
him, contracting his sphincter at the same time.
Working up a sweat, Anthony is dripping wet onto
Roberto's chest.

"Feel good?" Anthony asks.

"Don't stop!" Is Roberto's answer.

What seems like numerous minutes, turns into an hour.

"I...I'm cumming..." Anthony squeals, at the same time
dumping his load deep inside his lover.

At the same time, Roberto requests, "Jerk me off?"

Seeing the predicament, Roberto lets his legs down,
crashing at Roberto's side. But a hand immediately
moves to his cock. Then Anthony gets a different idea.
Getting up, he puts his mouth over Roberto's 8c. With
all his might, he starts pumping, jambing as much as
he can into his throat.

In minutes, Roberto is voicing the same opinion as
Anthony, yelling out he's cumming, too. Swallowing as
quick as he can, Anthony takes his lover's load.
Briefly straddling Roberto, he unties his wrists. They
relax, hugging each other, telling each `how good'
life is!

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2B continued...

Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee
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