Date: Fri, 8 Jun 2007 07:07:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: ROAD TRIP   who woulda thought?

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 who woulda thought?
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Taking a guess, Roberto rolls Randy down the hallway,
towards the exercise room.

"Do you think they are in there, Roberto?"

"They aren't outside and not in the pool. Gotta be
somewhere."

Sure enough, entering the gym, Anthony lies faced
down, stripped to the buff, on the massage table.

"Here we are, slaving away in the kitchen," Roberto
scolds, "and you're in here, lying down, getting an
erotic massage!"

"Erotic? Un-uh," Anthony stands up for himself.
"Tell'em, Nicholas."

Being in a prankish mood, Nicholas, hands oiled up,
slips one right up Anthony's ass crack. Anthony props
himself up on one elbow, turns around and says,
"Nicholas, what do you think you're doing?"

All smiles, he says, "Giving you your erotic rubdown?"

Roberto and Randy, realizing the stunt Nicholas is
pulling, join in.

"Lying to me?" Roberto says.

"Now look what you did, Nicholas! They think I'm lying
to them!"

All Nicholas does it laugh. Roberto steps over to
where Nicholas is, as he rubs some oil into Anthony's
asscheek.

"Don't go too deep," Roberto warns, "he might like
it!"

Nicholas says, "Yeah, he always was the kinky sort!"

Randy pushes himself over to where they are, moving
into the space between Roberto and Nicholas. "What do
you mean by the kinky sort, Nicky?"

Not wanting to bring up facts, coinciding with the
ordeal he and Randy went through, Nicholas alludes to,
"Oh, nothin' hon. Unlike most folks, getting a
rubdown, Anthony likes to have his private parts
rubbed."

"Doesn't sound kinky at all," Randy says, asking, "How
about giving me a rubdown sometime?"

"How about now?" Nicholas inquires.

"Sure."

"Get up," Nicholas orders, with a hefty hand-slap to
his ass.

"Nice," Randy says of Anthony's glistening orbs.
Thinking it has been part of the rubdown, he tells his
lover, "Don't forget to do mine, too, Nicky."

"Oh, I won't!"

"By the way, Sep and Adam aren't in the pool. Anybody
know where they happened off to?"

Nicholas snapped his finger, but it made a dull sound.
He reported, "As I closed the gym door, I saw them
sneaking off towards Sep's cottage."

"Those two?" Anthony remarks. "Who woulda thought!"

"Why not?" Roberto entertains. "They're both muscular,
handsome, the friendly sort."

"You need a hand getting up on the table, Randy?"
Anthony asks.

"No, I've got him," Nicholas answers.

Randy says thanks.

Outside of the gym, the two walk the hall, down to the
kitchen, which backs up against the pool area.
Stepping between the double glass doors, Adam and Seth
are on their way out.

"So there you two are!" Roberto says, snagging them.

Anthony, straightening Sep's tie, asks, "And where are
you two headed?"

Adam says, pointing his thumb to his side, "He's
taking me out to dinner."

"Really?" Anthony asks.

"Um, Anthony," Sep asks, "do you think you could
advance me fifty bucks on my paycheck this week?"

Adam jumps in with, "That's okay. I've got it."

"No," Sep remains headstrong, "I offered."

"Then we'll split the bill," Adam says, insistently.

Sep then says, "Never mind Anthony I think I'll have
enough, since moneybags," pertaining to Adam, "is
splitting the bill."

"Are you sure?" Anthony says, holding up a fifty
dollar bill, taken from the kitchen desk draw.

"You leave money lying around like that?" Adam asks.

"Yeah, but just don't think about going on any
treasure hunts!"

Adam laughs. Soon the two are out the door, Seb
snatching the bill from Anthony's hand.

Anthony again says, "Who woulda thought? A cop and a
kid!"

"Excop," Roberto reminds him. "And don't forget you're
going to ask around at Applegate if they need any
security officers."

"Oh, I wouldn't forget. Come Monday morning, that will
be my first priority."

As Roberto fixes them some chicken, he asks, "When is
the next swim competition?"

"Next Thursday."

"Home or away?"

"Away."

"Where's `away'?"

"Greenville."

"I think I should go with you to keep you out of
trouble."

"It's not necessary, but I'd love to have you come
along, hon."

Circling Roberto's waist with his arms, which doesn't
take much, Anthony gives him some sweet kisses on the
neck, as he turns the chicken in the skillet.

"Do you mean it? Can I really go, Anthony?"

"As long as you're not missing out on anything."

"What am I missing out on? All I do is hang out around
here all day. Sometimes it gets kind of boring."

"Well," Anthony lets him entertain the question, "what
would you like to be doing?"

"I think I'd like to get a job. Do something to get
some of my own spending money, instead of having you
buy me things."

"But, I like buying you things," Anthony replies,
kissing the top of his lover's bare shoulder, next to
the cream-colored apron strap.

"I know, but I need something to do during the day.
I'm going to be thirty soon and I have to think about
what I'm going to with the rest of my life."

"Taking care of me?"

"That's not what I mean."

Fully understanding, Anthony says, "Okay. Monday
morning I'll make it my second priority."

"Anthony?" Roberto says in a wee, soft voice.

"What?"

"Can I look for myself?"

"Of course you can."

"Not that I don't appreciate it."

Turning the chicken off, Roberto turns around. They
move away from the stove.

"It's okay. I understand," Anthony replies, more
interested in something else, now that he has
Roberto's entire attention.

"I want to get absorbed in some kind of business."

"And Eskridge, being a prosperous college town, has a
lot of them," Anthony informs.

"Then maybe I'll walk the town on Monday morning and
see who's hiring."

"Sounds like a plan to me."

"Good. Let's eat," Roberto says, breaking away.

Roberto, clad in a pair of shorts and kitchen apron,
walks around the kitchen, removing four plates.

"I'll set the table."

"I'll do it," Roberto tells him, "you go and see how
Randy and Nicholas are doing. Tell them dinner's on
the table."

"Righto!" Anthony says, faking a bad British accent.

Walking the hall, he's thinking more of Roberto's
future, than Adam's. One of the things on his mind, of
importance, is making sure they have plenty of time
for tender moments. Walking into the gym, he
announces, "Roberto says dinner's on.... the table.
What's this?"

"I'm standing up!" Randy says, proud of himself.

"I see that," Anthony replies, furthering, "no less
with `greasy' hands?"

Instead of Randy faced down, Nicholas lies of the
masseur's table, faced up.

"Having an `erotic' body rub?" Anthony says, pinching
Nicholas' left nip.

"Owch!"

"Wimp!" Anthony tells him, turning to Randy and
saying, "he really likes his nips tugged, did you know
that?"

"No," Randy replies.

"I do `not'!" Nicholas argues. "If anybody, it would
be `you'," he says of Anthony.

Out of the blue, Randy says, "Well, when my nips had
clamps on them it hurt like hell, but now they feel
pretty good."

"Really?" Anthony and Nicholas say at the same time.

Nicholas adds, "I thought your nips still hurt you,
Rand?"

"Not too much. My concern was," and he looks down at
his pecs, "them always being this.... puffy."

Nicholas, sitting up, flops his legs over the side of
the table, saying, "They're still just swollen some.
That will remedy itself. Besides, even if they didn't,
I'd love you the same!"

Seeing a tender moment unveiling, Anthony repeated
himself, "Dinner's on the table," and let himself out
of the gym.

"Guess what?"

"They're not hungry?" Roberto guesses.

"Oh, I'm sure they are hungry, but Randy says his nips
don't bother him."

"Yeah, so?"

"He says they feel kind of good."

"So?"

"Nothing."

"Good. Will you run upstairs and get me a tee shirt?"

"Okay," Anthony agreed.

As Anthony is in their room, opening a draw, Nicholas
walks by, in the hallway. Returning from his room, he
has two tee shirts in his hand. He meets Anthony.

"Oh, same," Anthony says of the reason for being in
his room.

"Guess what?"

"What?"

"Rand walked from the gym to the kitchen."

"You're kidding?"

"Nope. He says from now on he doesn't want to be an
invalid."

"I know he's said that before."

"Yup. I think he's finally snapping out of it."

"Cool," Anthony says of the recovery. "Now don't
forget about the artist supplies."

"Oh, I won't. Come Monday morning, I'll be headed into
town."

"I think it's just what Randy needs, plus get him
enrolled in some courses at Applegate."

"Maybe we can drop over in the afternoon. Will you be
free?"

"Not until about four. We've got a swimming
competition on Thursday."

"Here or away?"

"Away. In Greenville."

"Maybe Rand and I will come watch."

"Would be good for him," Anthony says.

"You know he thinks the world of you for all you've
done."

Overriding the comment, Anthony replies, "I think
Roberto is waiting for us."

"Yeah, okay," Nicholas replies. Before making his
exit, he comments, "And thanks for everything, babe,"
taking the back of Anthony's head in his hand and
delivering a touching kiss.

At the top of the stairs, Anthony tweaks Nicholas' nip
then hightails it down the stairs.

"You little rat!" Nicholas yells, traisping down after
him.

As Nicholas enters the dining room, the three sit
there, Roberto and Randy helping themselves.

"We've almost given up hope on you!" Roberto scolds
Nicholas.

Putting Randy's tee shirt over his head, Nicholas
helps him feed his arms through the openings. After
throwing his own tee shirt on, he sits at the table,
across from Anthony, saying to him, "I owe you one."

"One what?" Asks Roberto.

"He knows," Nicholas responds.

By the way Anthony smiles, Roberto knows it's meant to
be kept between the two.

"Nothing important," Anthony says, as he places a
piece of chicken in his mouth.

Randy brings up, "So what is this between Sep and
Adam?"

Anthony reports, "Well, Nicholas and I saw them
heading back to the cottage."

"Then, Anthony and I are standing here in the
kitchen," Roberto tells, "and they're headed out to
dinner together."

"Isn't Adam much older than Sep?" Randy asks.

"A six or seven year difference," Anthony says,
adding, "but when it comes to love, does age really
matter?"

Randy looks to Nicholas, as he says, "None, as far as
I can see."

"You're what, Randy? Nineteen?" Anthony inquires.

"Twenty. Almost Twenty-one."

"There and Nicholas is twenty-six," Anthony tells him.

Randy speaks up, "I wasn't thinking it bad. I think
it's cool."

"Oh then, excuse me if I thought otherwise."

Before long, plates have been eaten clean. The
broccoli bowl has been emtied, brown rice eaten up and
two pieces of chicken remain on the platter.

"I guess that's dinner for you and Roberto for
tomorrow night," Nicholas says.

"Oh? And where are you two off to?"

"Where else do we go out to eat? Nicholas asks.

"Linguini's? What's the occasion?" Anthony follows up
with.

"Just the fact he got out of his chair and is walking
on his own. I think that's reason enough," Nicholas
tells him.

"Maybe you would like two more celebrators along?"
Anthony invites himself and Roberto.

"Sure. It would be right nice to have you two come
with us," Randy says. "As long as it's okay with you
Nicky?"

"Fine by me," Nicholas says to Randy, patting his
hand.

"Anybody in the mood for some croquet?" Anthony
suggests, rubbing his hands together.

"Croquet?" Roberto asks, a mysterious look on his
face, a want to know what it is.

Randy says, "I used to play it when I was a little
kid. Sure!"

Right away, Nicholas belts out, "Ya gotta watch out
for this guy," pertaining to Anthony, "one time he hit
the ball so hard, it went flying through the air!"

"Oh yeah," Anthony replies, giggling, "I'll never
forget that experience, as long as I live!"

Randy and Roberto look back and forth between the two,
as if watching a ping pong match.

"Me neither," Nicholas  replies, rubbing his crotch.
"Almost cost me one of my orbs!"

"You hit Nicky in the balls?" Randy inquires.

"Wasn't intentional, I can assure you," Anthony says,
as if apologizing on the that day, two years ago.

"Sure," Nicholas says, "here I am laying on the
ground, holding my crotch and you'd think he would
have come running over!"

"I was stunned."

"Who was stunned?" Nicholas questions.

By the way the debate was going, more like a comedy
routine, Roberto and Randy were laughing their asses
off.

"I didn't notice anything with the size... they both
look the same," Anthony reported.

"And how would you know?" Randy asks Anthony, arms
folded across his chest, putting Anthony on the spot.

"Um, well.... ah because I wanted to make Nicholas was
alright."

"Yeah," Nicholas joked, saying, "Anthony fondled my
balls, `claiming' he was checking for damage!"

"Is that so?" Roberto asked, assuming the same
position as Randy.

Maybe all of this was shocking news to Randy, but for
Roberto, it had been no secret Anthony and Nicholas at
one time had some type of relationship going. He
couldn't recall yet if Randy has caught Nicholas
casually kissing Anthony on the lips, regardless of
whom was present. Roberto has known of their
closeness, but left it at casual,  brotherly love.

Nicholas smiled, asking, "So who's up for a game of
croquet?"

Randy jokes, "Do we need to wear athletic supporters?"

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2B continued...

Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee
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