Date: Thu, 3 May 2007 11:05:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: 5b & 6c 04

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, countries, nor governmental
areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene
involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then
you should not read this story. Additionally, if you
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Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction.
In real life, use protection.

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"5b & 6c" 04
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Saturday morning, Tom was up with the early-birds, as
he was the previous Saturday, his first weekend at
Lake Quinn Apartments. It was his first jog, finding
out there was no lake in Lake Quinn!
Instead, he found some jogger paths through the park,
connecting with the apartment complex. Like last
Saturday, he assembled his whey protein shake in the
blender. `Oops!' he thought, after turning it on, the
sound whirring away, piercing the silence. He let it
mix less than the required two minutes, then shut off
the blender. Looking inside the glass canister, he
determined it to be mixed. He held it to his lips,
chugging the contents down.

Upstairs, in 6c, the lone inhabitant at first cursed
the `noisy neighbor'! Then he thought out loud, "5b,
that son-of-a-gun!" Even though he didn't get in til
4am, after his cubeboy gig, Gino looked at the clock,
yeah he cursed again when he realized that was only an
hour ago, but `whom' caused the infraction, had all to
do with the power of instant forgiveness. Instead of
turning over and going back to sleep, Gino got up and
looked out the window. He saw a `pair' rush off and
into the wooded area. "Rats!" he said, hoping to see
one man, by himself, out for a morning jog. However,
he knew sooner or later, some guy would be there to
spy going out for his monring jog. One doesn't get up
at 5am, eat, `yep! there goes the shower', to practice
the flute! Unlike other Saturdays or even the
occasional Sunday, instead of jumping back into bed,
Gino ran for the jon. There wasn't anything to `take
off', so he just acclimated the water, to please his
bod, and stepped in. It felt great! Invigorating,
thinking of the guy downstairs, in 5b, doing possibly
the same thing. Only thing is, he couldn't hear if the
shower was on or off, so Gino took a calculated guess,
letting the shampoo do his whole bod, then rinse off,
making sure the soap was rinsed in those places down
below that could get itchy, later on!

5b man, thought he heard feet run across the floor.
Either some guy had to go bad or raced against the
clock! All dried off, Tom put on a pair of briefs,
shorts, pulled a tee shirt out of the draw, another
LQSY tee and placed it around his neck, feeding his
hands into it. As went the habit, he smelled it,
taking in the Cheer and Downy scents, pulling it down
over his freshly Tone-scented bod. Tom found his last
pair of white socks, commenting, "Geesh, that was
fast!" meaning the last time he did the wash'n'dry
routine, this past Saturday afternoon.

Gino woofed down a bowl of cereal, then headed out.
Figuring he missed Tom, he jogged down the stairs.

Tom wondered who the `unthinking' person it was whom
made all that noise on the stairs, at 5:45 in the
morning. Then he skimmed back a half hour and thought
about himself, no better, running the blender. At the
bottom of the stairs, he headed for the glass-doored
entrance. "Say, isn't that?" Running out the door, he
yelled "Hey Gino! Gino! Wait up!"

"Hee heee... I thought you were gone!"

"Gone?"

"I mean," Gino tried to make a coverup, "I heard some
noise from downstairs and figured you were up."

"Sorry about the blender. I guess you got in kind of
late."

"No problem," Gino said, wishing he could've turned
over in bed, "but once I'm up, I'm up."

"And jogging, no less," Tom said, impressively.

"Well, I have to keep in shape." Funny thing is, just
about every Saturday and Sunday, Gino has slept
through til eleven or twelve. "You too, huh?"

"I started in high school. I admit I haven't
religiously gotten up every Saturday and gone jogging,
but I try to do a lite workout."

"Oh? How does that go?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Tom says, "Dumbells, exercise
ball. Very lite working out. You?"

"This is about as far as I get and... hee hee.... I
have to admit it's been about a year, since the last
Saturday I was out for a jog."

"A year you say?"

"Right. It's actually been about a year and a half
since I moved in, but once I got the job at the club,
I've slept in on Saturday," Gino confesses.

"Hmm..."

"What?"

"So let me get this straight," Tom did some detective
work, "you move in and exercise for say six months..."

"About around there."

"Then you don't get out and jog on Saturday mornings
for about a year, because of your job?"

"Mm... right."

"So," Tom sums up, "what makes today any different
than all those other days?"

Gino just smiles a toothy grin.

"Never mind. C'mon. Time's-a-wastin'!"

No less than twenty times, Tom had to stop and
instruct Gino on the basics of jogging. He also edited
his jog to once around the wooded park.

"Whew! Guess I'm out of shape," Gino said, breathing
heavy.

"Part of it's cardio... the way you breathe... you
were off of a routine in the beginning, Gino."

"I figured...so... whew! How about a shower?"

"A shower?"

"Oh I didn't mean a `shower' like `two in a shower',"
Gino said.

Tom did a quick flashback to the Jersey Shore, Jordi's
place... Jordi yelling at two guys in the outside
shower, meant for one!

"Is that a yes?"

"What's a yes?"

"Never mind," Gino says.

"Oh you thought I was... yeah, never mind."

Turning the key to 5b, Tom let himself in.

"See ya later," Gino said, going up one more flight.

After stripping down, Tom went to the shower. As he
turned on the faucets, it tickled him to think he
could have been in the shower with another man. "Oh
shit!" He just realized what he was doing with his
free hand! He had a raging hardon!

Meanwhile, upstairs in 6c, Gino was having a great
shower, soaping up, rubbing off soap, scrubbing
between his legs, flopping his 9c around, singing a
tune from last night, doing a few bumps and grinds.
Then he suddenly stopped, thinking of somebody.
"Eh...too bad he got away! Oh well..." then he went
back to his routine.

On the other side of the coin, in 5b, Tom let the
water play over his head, softly humming a Debussy
melody. His soapy hands played over his smooth bod,
except where his navel trail led to his pubes. As he
showered, he thought of how it could have been, Gino
washing his back, instead of his scrub brush!
"Oh rats!" he called out, thinking he heard the phone
ring. He forgot about the two students that might show
up for practice, hence the phone call. For sure he
knew it wasn't Gino, since they hadn't exchanged phone
numbers. As he fashioned the towel around his waist,
he thought about the missed call. Leaving the jon,
heading into the other room, he pushed a button,
eliminating the beeping sound, followed by a human
voice.

Sure enough, it was Greg Lassiter. He could heard Ted,
his ensemble partner in the background, saying, "Go
ahead Greg. Tell him 10 o'clock."

Then Greg seemed to turn from the phone and say, it's
almost ten now?" Tom looked at his wrist, asking
himself, "Is it almost ten?" However, his barechest
and toweled waist reminded him of taking his watch off
to shower. He turned around and stared at the clock
hanging on the wall in the other room. He squinted to
see it, commenting to himself, "I've gotta get these
eyes checked!" When his attention went back to the
machine, the message was over. He hit replay. This
time he listened intently, laughing when Greg
disagreed on the time, as if Greg and Ted were lovers,
they quibbled over the time, leaving it at ten. If
that was the case, Tom had to really hustle to make it
to the college in time.

"Hi!"

"Hi!" Tom responded to his doorbell, buttoning up the
front of his shirt.

"Oh, you're going out. I was going to..."

Tom cut Gino off, "Sorry, but I've got rehearsal at...
well I'll be late for the guys."

"Guys?"

"Right. The flute ensemble at LQCC. Is there something
you needed, Gino?"

Tom grabbed his keys from the back of the door and
grabbed his jacket and flute case.

"Nothing that can't wait. I thought maybe you would
like to go to the club with me tonight."

"Oh, I don't know about that. I'll have to think about
it. Excuse me, but I'm really late. The guys are
waiting."

Gino did a quick inventory. He had nothing to do
today, except laundry and that could wait til
tomorrow.

"Mind if I take a ride?"

Seeing he couldn't shake Gino, not that he wanted to,
Tom let him go along.

"So, who are these students? Maybe I know them."

"Greg Lassiter and Ted Bean, both freshman."

"I'm a junior."

"I figured so."

"You did?"  To Gino he sensed Tom thinking about him,
which was a plus. He thought Tom was real cute and
wouldn't mind starting up something!

Before they knew it, Tom was pulling into the circular
driveway, up to the security booth. The figure inside
waved him right through.

"Wow!" Gino exclaimed, "I wish'd I had that kind of
clout!"

"No big deal. My first day here was a hassle, til he
checked everything out to make sure `me' was `me'!"

Gino found it humorous.

"Anybody coming that way?"

"Nope," Gino helped out, adding, "it's Saturday!"

"And that's supposed to mean?"

"Nothing. Usually it's a free day off."

"Or," Tom suggests, "you could be in the dance studio,
practicing?"

"People actually show up on Saturday?"

"Think of it, Gino. Think of how many guys and girls
live in the boring dorms?"

"Oh right. True. Other than opening a book and
studying, what else is there?"

After spending a half of a semester, Gino could think
up an assortment of activites, but didn't want to
mention any!

"There's the student lounge," Tom brings up, "to sit
and stuff their faces!"

"True," Gino thought, "or I've heard some of the
juniors and seniors get together for some touch
football."

"Touch, you say?"

Both guys smiled.

So, out of the car and into the performing arts
building they headed, Tom in the lead, hurrying along.

"Sorry I'm late guys!"

"It's okay Mr. Ladner," Ted said. Greg used a more
traditional greeting, "We're glad you could make it
Professor."

"By the way, this is Gino Travaglione. Maybe you've
seen him around. He's a dance major."

Both shook their heads no, but shook Gino's hand. Ted
smiled and Gino notated it in his mind!

"Well, maybe I'll go see if the dance studio is open."

"And if you could, would you get me a water at the
student center, please, Gino?"

Tom went to hand him a coupla bucks, but Gino turned
him down with the usual, `my treat'.

Gino set out for the dance studio, located down the
hall, away from the complex of practice rooms. He took
a quick peek in throught the little square windows of
practice rooms not `boarded up' with a sheet of score
paper. One such room, just as he looked through the
window, the lights went out. The door opened, a guy
coming out, saying, "excuse me. I'm done, if you want
to use the room." He switched the light back on.

"Oh, no thanks. I'm on my way to the dance studio, if
it's open."

The guy reported, "It's open. I'm headed there
myself."

"Cool," Gino replied, following the guy.

Just before entering, the fellow stopped and turned.

"Pardon my manners. I'm new here at Lake Quinn. I'm
Justin Kharazian."

"I'm Gino Travaglione," Gino offered, shaking the
student's hand.

Opening the left side of the double doors, Gino could
see no else around. He knew where the light switch was
and flicked it on.

"If you want to practice Gino, I'll only be a couple
of minutes."

"Oh. Okay. No hurry."

"You see, I was figuring this out on paper, now want
to apply it to the dance floor."

"Look's like some complicated pattern."

"It calls for two dancers. Would you like to try it?"

"Two male dancers?"

"Oh, pardon me. No. Male and female dancers. I'm not
sure I can catch you on the run, so do your pirouettes
and stop."

"Okay. Fine."

However, when Gino started spinning, he did the right
amount of pirouettes across the floor, bumping right
into Justin.

"Ooof! Oh! Sorry!"

"Not your fault, Gino, I assure you."

When Gino careened into Justin, he more or less
`caught' him, sort of in a hugging position, to keep
each of them from bouncing off the other, onto the
floor.

"Well, I'm glad you caught me. It could've been a
nasty fall. Thanks."

"You're welcome. Try it again?"

"Sure. I'll edit my pirouettes."

"Thanks, but keep track of how many, if you can,
please?"

"I'll try."

>From across the floor, Gino did a great job of keeping
his bod spinning. This time he stopped about a foot
short of Justin.

"Oops, sorry."

"No problem, Gino. Sometimes it's trial and error."

"At least I didn't slam into you this time."

Gino was wondering what Justin was thinking, as they
both paused.

"Oh, sorry," Justin shook his head, as if shaking
something loose from it, "If you could try it once
more?"

"Sure. No problem."

This time, as Gino made his way back to the other side
of the floor, he sang the tune stuck in his head from
last night, doing some slutty dance moves.

"Wait!"

"Change your mind?" Gino called back.

"No. Um, would you mind if I did the pirouettes? I
think it would give me greater perception."

"No problem," Gino said, walking over to where Justin
stood before. Under his breath he said, "At least I
stand a better chance of catching you!"

Looking at the stats, Justin looked to be about two
inches shorter than Gino's six foot height and ten
pounds lighter. Gino waited til Justin did a couple of
trial runs, then returned to the far side of the room.
As Justin got there, he took the tails of his shirt
and pulled it up, over his head, wiping his dark,
hairy pits with his tank top. Gino thought of the
same, but he had on a buttoned down shirt. But he
wasn't as sweaty, either. Now he really thought about
catching Justin. Even if it meant `body to shirt', it
would be worth the effort.

"Why don't I try catching you, Justin?"

"Do you think you can?"

"Sure. I've done it before. In my sophomore year."

"Alright. Cool," Justin replied.

Setting himself in motion, Justin began spinning
across the floor. His last pirouette, he gave a little
jump, landing perfectly on target!

"Awesome!" Gino said, holding Justin in his arms.

Then Gino got the surprise of his life! They lingered
a couple of seconds, Justin staring into Gino's eyes,
saying "That turned out perfect!" Justin places his
arms around Gino, his lips moving in for a kiss. They
stood there, motionless, except for some hearty
breathing.

"I'm sorry if I surprised you."

"I'm not!" Gino said and yes he was surprised!

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Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee
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