Date: Sun, 1 Jun 2008 18:30:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: ROAD TRIP   trials & tribulations

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   trials & tribulations
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

It couldn't have been a better ending for much needed
recreation, Robbie swallowing every last drop of
Anthony's hot load. After showering, Robbie made no
attempt to dress himself. Hightailing it to the
laundry room, he returned with Anthony's dried
clothes, helping him to get him into them.

"I'll never forget this... coach," he reverted back to
reality.

"I hope you mean that in a good way, Robbie."

"I do. I told you. I think too much of you to ever
hurt you," he replied, buttoning up the last button on
Anthony's shirt, tucking it into his pants, zipping up
and buttoning the last closure. "Oh, your belt,"
Robbie said, snapping his fingers.
In seconds he was feeding it through the loops. "Arms
up," he called out when feeding it through, walking
around Anthony's bod.

"I don't even get this type of service at home! You're
spoiling me, Robbie!" However, when Anthony lowered
his arms, they fell over Robbie's, making him question
the attachment he allowed himself to become with one
of his students.

"Aren't you supposed to kiss for the last time when
the date is over?"

Trying to talk himself out of it was futile, as Robbie
did what he wanted.

"I had a great time," Robbie said as Anthony walked
towards the door.

Anthony left it at, "Thanks. Don't forget to lock up,"
and walked out, closing the door behind him.

Robbie took his time cleaning up. Walking back to the
shower room, he stood spread-eagled, closed his eyes
and pictured the feeling of his back getting whipped.
He moaned as if it actually happening. Thinking of the
bare body behind the whipping towel, slowly his right
hand dropped to below his navel. In moments he had
another mess to clean up!

%

"I thought you would be home by now," Nicholas greeted
Anthony, coming down the stairway, as his old friend
walked in the door.

"Got tied up at the university," he replied, picking
up envelopes from the little table, sorting through
the mail without paying attention.

Peering over Anthony's shoulder, Nicholas asks,
"Anthing for me?"

Throwing the mail on the table, Anthony says, "We've
gotta talk!"

"Uh-oh," Nicholas replied, adding, "I was to meet
Randy at the pool, but I suppose Tino, Jorge and Sep
can entertain for awhile."

"I'm sorry, Nicholas but I've just got to get this off
my chest."

At first Nicholas sat on the bed, until he had to
stand. With a little touching action he broke through
the barrier of reluctancy, prying the first few words
out of Anthony. The conversation batted back and
forth, Nicholas trying to picture the whole scene,
formulating in his mind what kind of advice he was
going to render.

Backing up, Anthony spilled out his whole day, rushing
to the hospital, driving Edwin to the emergency room,
meeting Dr. Kiinski, visiting with Barry, leaving and
arriving at Applegate, Anthony paved the way to his
encounter with Robbie. "And that's what went on for
two fucking hours!"

"Well one positive thing is, at least he sucked you
off and you didn't do him."

"And why would that matter?"

"Just one last little detail that didn't happen,"
Nicholas said, which was not much of a consolation
considering everything else.

"I... I just don't know how everything will stand up
when I tell Roberto."

Nicholas asks a stupid question, "Are you going to
tell him?"

"Use your brain, Nicholas. Would you keep something
like this from Randy?"

"There's one big difference between you and Roberto
and me and Randy."

"Which would be?"

Putting his arm around Anthony, who winced, Nicholas
withdrew the comforting arm, explaining, "Roberto
knows you're into bdsm. He as much as gave the go
ahead for you experience it whenever the feeling hits.
I'd say he would be comfortable with it. On the other
hand, if it were I informing Randy, well I wouldn't
blame him for kicking me out on my ass. Get the
picture?"

"I suppose," Anthony replied, still skeptical.

To add a little humor, Nicholas offers, "If you want
I'll listen at the door in case I have to rush in an
break up a fight?"

"No.. no.. If it ever came to that I would already
know the guilty one. I'd stand there and let him beat
me to a pulp."

"I don't think that's the kind of pain which would
turn you on Anthony."

"I know, but at least I'd feel somewhat vindicated."

"Is Anthony... oh there you are!" Roberto said,
standing in the doorway after opening it the rest of
the way from a little crevice.

"How was your day, dear?" Anthony asked, getting up
from the bed where he sat next to Nicholas.

"Not bad. I'm tired."

As a way of excusing himself, Nicholas informs him,
"The gang's still out at the pool if you want to take
a refreshing dip?"

"Nice silhouette," Roberto joked, seeing Nicholas in
the buff, light from the hallway highlighting the
important parts of his anatomy, as it streamed into
the nearly dark room.

"I'd offer you a taste,  but you have to get in line
behind Randy!" Nicholas left with his failed attempt
at humoring the couple.

"I can't wait to get out of these clothes," Roberto
said upon entering their room. "Well," he continued,
rather dramatically, "wait til I tell you what
happened today!"

As Roberto went on to talk about the college dudes
entering the cafe shirtless, the owner having to tell
the two about the `shirts required' policy, the scene
which followed, the two giving his boss a hard time,
telling him there was no sign posted, then rattling
off their contained rights as if readying it right out
of a textbook. "Are you listening to me, Anthony?"
Roberto questioned his attention as he stood there in
the buff, scratching his chest.

"Sure. So what was the verdict, sweetheart?" Anthony
asks, sitting down on the side of the bed, still in
his khakis and buttoned down shirt, making no attempt
to dismantle his clothing.

"Well," again the drama picks up, "'somebody' went and
called the cops. Your good cop-friend, Erik Carlson
shows up..."

Anthony cuts right in, "That scumbag ain't no friend
of mine!"

Overriding his lover's comment, Roberto says,
"Apparently there are others who share your same idea.
Anyway, Carlson and another police officer come to Mr.
Cooper's defense, Carlson stating a general
interpetation of the law which already governs apparel
to be worn in public restaurants."

"So Carlson and his sidekick hauled the students off
to jail?"

"No," Roberto laughs, "you should see their faces when
Carlson issues them each a citation. Can you image
being fined fifty bucks for going shirtless in a
public eatery?"

Already with a mark against the police officer,
Anthony says, "Well in my own opinion, I don't see any
fault with going shirtless in public, except if it's
into an establishment which serves or sells foods or
beverages. Except maybe a gay bar or club.  But two
college guys, he should have offered a warning and
left it at that."

"Of which Mr. Cooper gave me these!"

Crawling across the bed, Roberto comes up behind
Anthony, two ticket stubs in his hand, flashing them
in his sweetheart's face.

"Owwwch!" Anthony says when he leans over his back.

Jumping backwards, Roberto sinks onto the balls of his
feet. "What'd I do?"

Repositioning himself, Anthony turns to face his
stringbean lover, though not so stringy down yonder.
"I've got something to say. I'm not sure if you're
gonna like it. If you want to get a divorce, I don't
blame you."

"Divorce? We're not even married!" Then, making a joke
out of it, Roberto says, "You've made me a man living
in sin!"

Not humored, much, Anthony asks, "Sweetheart, can you
just be serious for a moment?"

Tickets still in his hand, they've become second
nature, as Roberto `doggie-walks' across the kingsized
bed, sitting indian-style in front of Anthony.
"Something happen at work today? You didn't get fired
or anything?"

"No. Nothing like that."

"Well what is it then?" Roberto asks, waiting for
Anthony to get his words assembled.

It came soft and deliberate, yet with a tinge of
guilt, "I... I did something with a student."

His thumb and finger released the tickets, letting
them fall onto the comforter.  His peppy attitude
looking like disaster hit, he questions, "Did
something? What do you mean?"

As a tool to help him explain, Anthony stands,
unbuttons his shirt and removes it.

"What are you doing?"

Holding the shirt in both hands, he turns around.

"How did your back get all red?" He asks, again
walking across the bed, dismounting onto the carpet, a
hand feeling the glowing red back. "I can guess what
these are," Roberto forms an opinion when tracing a
finger along one.

"I don't think mine are as bad as his."

"Oh I get it. You did some s and m stuff with
somebody, is that it?"

At least part of the truth didn't cause any yelling
and screaming, but Anthony braced himself for the more
important part. "Right. We kind of got into a match,
each of us taking turns doing some whipping with wet
towels."

Coming out of his slight depressing mood, Roberto
says, "I don't see anything wrong with that. You
remember me telling you you could still play around if
you wanted to. So what, two guys daring each other
with a couple of wet towels? I don't see any harm in
it." As Anthony's head hung low, like he was looking
at his toes, Roberto asks, "There's more?"

"A lot more."

Fright came over Roberto, asking, "You didn't hurt the
guy, did you? I mean enough to send him to the
hospital?"

"No nothing like that. I didn't give him more than he
could take. In fact he wanted more."

"Then what's the problem?"

"He sucked me off."

"You mean like gave you a blowjob?"

"Right," Anthony replied, still one more detail to
add. "We swore to each other we would not tell another
living soul, but you know I couldn't go another day
keeping something from you."

"So you told me. I don't find any problem with what
you told me, Anthony."

The last little morsel of information escapes from his
lips, "It was a student of mine who sucked me off."

"Student?" Roberto questions.

"Right and you might as well know it was Robbie
Sinclair."

Not sure how good or bad this was, more mixed up in
thought, Roberto's ass hit the bed, shaking the whole
wooden frame.

"I just had to tell you. No way I could keep something
like this from you," Anthony replied, sitting on the
bed next to him, a couple of feet distance between the
two.

"What happens if he says something to somebody?"

"We both gave our word," Anthony states.

"Yes, but you've told me. What happens when Robbie
tells Barry. You know Barry has a hard time keeping
anything to himself?"

"I know. There's nothing I can do about it now. If
Robbie tells Barry and Barry lets it be known... I
guess I'm screwed." The two sat there in silence for
an interval, before Anthony levels with his lover, "I
understand if you want to up and leave me."

A hand on his khaki-covered thigh made Anthony look
up.

"Somebody's going to need to be around to give you
moral support."

"You... you're not going to leave me?"

Before cracking a little smile, Roberto says, "How
would I be able to live up to my marriage vows if I
did?"

Anthony again apologized profusely as the two hugged
each other.

%

Being born with a silver spoon in his mouth, Robbie
spent more time than a person who knew what they were
doing, to mop up and do laundry. By the time he tossed
the mop into the bucket, back in the jon, he was
sweating bullets. "Oh, I should really take a shower,"
he said to himself, but found it more erotic smelling
his own perspired, hairy armpit. Walking through the
shower, he bent over, leaned outside the wide doorway
and looked at the clock. "Seven o'clock?" he
questioned himself, recalling the time he started,
around 4:30. "Time flies when you're having fun!"
Turning to walk back into the showers, he stopped dead
in his tracks, hearing someone pounding on the gym
door.  Looking down upon himself, sweat covering his
chest, stomach and further on down, he stopped to
listen, hoping the intruder would take leave. "Shit!"
he said when the mystery person again picked up where
he left off with trying to get into the gym. He tried
thinking about what options were available to cover
his loins, all towels in the wash, along with his
gymshorts and tank. It's then, in one of the cubbies
he spotted a basketball. "It'll have to do," Robbie
said, reporting to the door. Flicking the tab to
unlock it, he leaned over, basketball covering his
pubes, except for a bit around the edges. "Damn Jayab!
I thought for sure you were going to crash your way in
here!"

"I forgot my track sneakers. I need to..."

More like forcing himself in the door, rather than
waiting to be admitted, Jayab stood there, looking at
the basketball, mashed up against Robbie's pubes.

"I'm not... disturbing anything am I?" he asked, now
casing the outskirts of the lockerroom.

"I'm all alone," Robbie replied, seeing where Jayab
was headed with all his questioning.

"Um, maybe you want to play some one on one?"

"Worst joke I've heard in years, but I'll let you
slide." Robbie replied, accompanying Jayab to his
locker.

Opening his locker, Jayab cries out, "Omigosh!"

"What?" Robbie nudges shoulders with the six
foot-three athlete, an inch taller than himself, as he
peers into the locker.

"They're not here! I wonder where they could be?"
Jayab questions, his attention set on Robbie standing
next to him, forearms touching, Jayab feeling the
sweat rubbing off.

"What?" Robbie asks, when his attention too wanders
from locker to Jayab.

"I hear the other guys tell another `you reek', but
I... now don't think I am `weird', but I like it."

"Like what?" Robbie inquires.

Drawing on his knowledge of metaphors, Jayab replies,
"If you were an ice cream on a stick, I would maybe
like to lick you?"

It didn't come out quite the way it's been used over
and over, but Robbie got the point.

"So, you're into raunch, are you?"

"Wrong..ch?" Jayab spelled it out phonetically, the
best match he could make.

"R-a-u-n-c-h.. raunch," Robbie reiterated.

It's then Jayab laughed.

"What's so funny?"

Somewhere during their conversing, the basketball had
migrated to Robbie's hip, one hand clutching it.
Discovering his interest, Robbie looks down upon
himself.

"I see maybe you like this raunch?" Jayab asks, a
toothy grin appearing. "Maybe I like it too if you
tell me what it is?"

Smirking, Robbie already figured it wasn't the raunch
creating a bulge in Jayab's gymshorts. Still, he felt
obligated to educate his fellow athletic collegue.
"Ranch. Like licking a guy off as if he was an ice
cream cone?"

The two stood there, facing each other, Jayab
challenging, "Maybe I try it?"

"Go ahead. Knock yourself out," Robbie was game,
raunch being a new field of exploration, something he
was sketchy about, but turned on to.

The basketball went bouncing away to it's own
destination, Robbie sighing, throwing his head back
when Jayab's tongue touched the top of his left pec.

"I think you like, no?"

"Shut up and keep licking," Robbie dictated as if the
one in charge.

Spying some hair leaking out of Robbie's armpit, it's
an area Jayab yearned to explore. Taking Robbie's left
wrist, he lifted it up til it extended above his head.
Tilting his head, a lick over the coarse hairs made
it's owner whimper.

"Oh fuck!" Robbie called out, falling, his back
plastered against the lockers.

As if following a lead, Jayab pinned Robbie's wrist to
the locker. Getting into it, he made an `mmm' sound
when his lips formed around the hairy pit, sucking at
it as if an orange. Suddenly he stopped, looked down,
as did Robbie.

"Oh, sorry," Robbie said, pulling his hand away from
Jayab's crotch.

Jayab's reply to Robbie was taking his hand and
placing it back on his cock.

With the invitation standing, Robbie not only went
back to work handling Jayab's 10c, but dove right into
his gymshorts, finding the division between briefs and
skin. "Sorry man," he apologized to Jayab, "but I
gotta have this!"

Robbie's arm dropping, so did his body, right to his
knees, a hand taking Jayab's blue gym shorts with him.
He didn't understand what Jayab said in his native
tongue, but it didn't matter as Robbie let the head of
his cock slide in between his lips.

%

"At a time like this I think you are in need of a
friend."

"So you're not mad at me sweetheart?" Anthony
questioned Roberto, looking into his eyes.

"I probably should be, but the more I think about what
happened, it's no big deal Anthony. Now the matter of
doing with a student of yours, well I'm not so sure
what will happen if this gets out."

"I suppose I should be thankful you aren't leaving
me... at least just yet."

"Come here, stupid," Roberto says, hugging, then
kissing.

%

2B continued...

Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee
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