Date: Sun, 20 May 2007 15:44:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: 5b & 6c 06

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
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. Remember guys, this is fiction.
In real life, use protection.

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"5b & 6c" 06
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Waking, mid-afternoon's light filtered through the
mini-blind.

"Awake?" Gino called out.

He got no answer, so tried sliding out from under
Justin.

"I'm awake!"

"Oh, I thought you weren't awake. I called out to you
and... never mind."

"I think we kind of made a mess of your sheets."

"Yeah. But it's not like I don't have another set."

"How's your stock of towels?" Justin hinted for a
shower.

Smiling, Gino reports, "I've only got a ton and a half
of them!"

This time their shower time went by with a little less
radiance. More like a shower, they washed each other's
backs off, Justin trying to get another rise out of
Gino, by soaping up his big balls.

"Back off. They're not running on empty yet!" Gino
joked.

"Hmm...is that an invitation for a sleep over?"

"Not a bad tactic for inviting yourself."

"So? Did it work?"

"How about some veal parmesan, warmed up?"

"I'd rather be having `this' veal!" Justin says,
trying to firm Gino's 9c again.

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In the next town over, at a gas station, Adam is
making a phone call, dialing his brother. There's no
answer, so he leaves a message.

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Back at 6c, Justin dresses himself in a borrowed tee
shirt, which fits fine, but the jeans needs rolling
up.

"Why couldn't God make you a normal size?" He asks
Gino.

Popping the veal parmesan in the over, he answers,
"The big guys were made to dominate the shorter ones!"

"In more ways than one!" Justin gives Gino a friendly
grope.

"Yeah, well you did make me feel mighty good down
there." Then joking, Gino asks, "You have a lot of
experience at blow jobs?"

"Oh yeah. I just took my ad out of the college
newspaper, because I was making too much money. The
IRS was after me!"

"Maybe the IRS wanted their share? Ever think of it
that way?"

"Yeah. But they'd rather have the money."

"Hmm," Gino says, "Not me. I'd rather have the sweet
sensuous.... hey!"

"What?"

"By the way. Where did this kinky stuff come from?"

"Don't ask me," Justin says. "You're the one that
started it."

"Me? How?"

"You started biting my nips."

"It was turning you on."

"I know."

"So?"

"So, it turned you on when I bit around your
`bellyhole'?"

"What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing, other than who calls somebody's navel their
bellyhole?"

"Well," Gino says, lifting his shirt, exposing his
hairy navel, "that's what it is!"

With slow forgiveness, Justin says, "It does turn me
on."

With confession, Gino admits, "I have to admit your
biting did give my boner palpitations!"

"Hmmm.."

"What are you thinking now?"

"Oh, maybe later."

"Huh?"

"Maybe later of giving you a `boner-attack'!"

"You kidding. Your mouth caused quite an eruption as
it is!"

"Oh, so you like my blow jobs, eh?"

>From all the talk, Gino's salami was filling his
pants.

Justin says, "Hmm... I could sure use an appetizer!"

"Waaaait a minute there... you still didn't answer my
question about this `kinky' stuff."

"Nothing much to answer. I like my nips ravaged and
you like your `bellyhole' stimulated. What's more
kinky than that?"

Gino smiled.

"What?" Justin quizzed him.

"Why don't we leave the questions til later."

"Yeah, dude. Whatever."

Whipping out his cell phone, Justin turns it on.

"Incoming!" He shouts out.

"Who is it? Your kinky sex partner?" Gino quips.

"How could it be him? You're not on the phone!"

Gino gives a fake laugh.

"It's Adam."

"Adam who?" Gino asks.

"Adam, my brother... hold on a sec. I need better
reception," Justin says, taking the call in the other
room.

Gino busies himself, taking the Italian bread out of
it's long bag, placing it on a baking sheet. Placing
the sliced-in-half bread on it, he brushes olive oil
on it. Next, he takes some garlic, prepares it,
smashing it, then arranging it on the slices. He
sprinkles parsely on it.

"What's up?" He calls out, when Justin enters the
kitchen.

"Oh, it's Adam. That junk he drives around in, bit the
dust. I gotta go bail him out."

"That's what brothers are for!"

"Will dinner keep?"

"Um, I'll just put the bread in, but I'll keep it
warm."

"Cool. I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Here," Gino writes seven numbers down, "call if
you're delayed."

"No, I'll be right back."

Come six o'clock, there's no call and no Justin. Seven
o'clock and the garlic bread could be used for
hammering. Seven-thirty rolled by and Gino was kicking
himself for not taking down Justin's cell phone
number. Then he remembered. Justin's jeans, briefs,
socks and tank top. They should be ready for the
dryer. "Rat's!" Gino said out loud. Justin must've
grabbed his wallet, on the way out. `Naturally. He
would need his license'!

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Meanwhile, downstairs, in 5b, Thomas sat in his chair,
flute in hand, his remote control keying in on a scene
of the DVD, of the last flute master class he gave, at
LQCC. He recalled, as each student made the same
mistake. He started thinking to himself, `Ah, so
that's where they got off,' realizing he didn't
explain the concept fully. Cutting off the DVD, he
went through the embouchure section once more, as if
he performed `live'. Solving the problem, he made some
mental notes, jotting them down on paper. He put the
DVD back with his other master class files. He then
spotted something.

Outloud he thought, "I have not seen this in a dog's
age!"

Reaching for it, he pulled out of the collection, his
own personal copy of `Grease', the movie. He tossed it
in the DVD player. As the credits played, he ran a
cloth through his flute, getting all the spittle out,
took it apart and put it back in it's case. Going to
the kitchen, he forfeited watching the opening beach
scene, to fetch himself a glass of wine. He brought,
along with the whole bottle of Chardonnay, a full
glass. Sitting on the sofa, lengthways, he kicked off
his slippers.

Suddenly his door springs open.

"Oh, I haven't seen this one in a dog's age... hey,
sorry we kept you waiting!"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Aren't you Gino Trava-ticklee-ah-tony?"

Maybe he had his own agenda for being pissed at Gino,
but the mispronouciation kind of made up for part of
it. The other is the adonis standing before him!

"No. Gino lives in 6c."

"Isn't this the..."

He looks at the door.

"Oh my. I'm made a grand boo-boo!"

"Adam, you jerk! Sorry about this professor!"

In walks Justin, grabbing Adam's arm, dragging him out
of the room, leaving Thomas, at the least, astounded.
Closing the door, he's left holding the bottle and
missing the first song.

"Adam, you're such a spaz!"

"You said up a flight and to the right."

"I meant after this flight."

"You should say what you mean."

"We were already half up this flight. I meant one
`full' flight of stairs, doofus."

"What a shame, too."

"What?"

"He was so cute and geez, I haven't seen Grease in at
least ten years!"

"Forget it. You won't like him anyway."

"How do you know? He looked so adorable stretched out
there on the sofa, his cute face popped up over the
top to look."

"C'mon... c'mon... you came here to meet Gino."

Dragging Adam up the stairs, Justin's hand went for
the knob to 6c.

"Locked," Adam says real quick, "nobody home... let's
go back and watch `Grease'!"

"He's home. We're just like three hours late."

Answering the door, Gino says, "Where have you been
for three.... hours... who's this?"

"Gino, this is my brother, Justin says.

Adam asks, "What's to eat? I'm starved!"

"Adam, can you excuse us for a moment?" Gino asks,
after inviting him in.

The two went out in the hallway.

"Whatever happened to `I'll call you if I'm delayed?'"

"Oh, well... y'see when Adam needs my attention, he
needs my attention and...."

As the two talked it over, inside 6c, Adam was going
shopping in the fridge.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm... veal parmesan!"

Taking the pan out, he fired up the oven. He found
some fresh bread, in long packages, some olive oil
from the cupboard and with some garlic and parsely
seasonings. From it, he assembles some garlic bread.
He popped the parmesan in the oven. In a bottom bin of
the fridge he found some lettuce and threw together a
salad, with some cherry tomatoes.

"Mmmmmmm, smells good," Justin says. "Thanks for
waiting for us."

"Waiting?" Adam says, looking to Gino. Then he fudges,
"Oh yes. Thank you so much for waiting for us, Gino,"
Adam lied through his teeth, to keep the peace.

"Save your breath, Adam," Justin tells him. "I already
know the food was put away."

"Speaking of which," Adam jumps across subjects,
"who's the hottie downstairs?"

"Hottie?" Gino questions. "Downstairs? Nooo.. you're
not talking about..."

Justin breaks in just in time to reveal, "Professor
Ladner."

"Where did you meet him?"

"There was a mixup..."

"Your fault," Adam informs all.

"Was not."

"Was too. You should've said what you meant; not what
you thought you meant."

"Hold it!" Gino says, "Time out," he holds his hands,
"somebody want to clue me in to what's going on?"

"Adam accidentally walked in on the professor and
thought it was your apartment and...."

"He's really quite an attractive man!"

"He's not your type," Justin tells his brother.

"Oh? Not gay? What a dirty shame!"

"Gay, he is, but like you say a dirty..."

"One man's opinion. Do you know how long it's been
since I've seen `Grease'?"

"What does `Grease' have to do with Tom?"

"Tom? So, that's the handsome devil's name!"

Right now, Gino is getting the impression that Adam is
used to getting on people's nerves.

"Y'know, it might not be a bad idea."

"What, Gino?" Justin asks.

"Grease?"

"What are you driving at, Gino?"

"I wonder if Thomas likes veal parmesan?"

"Shall I go ask him?" Adam volunteers.

Gino and Justin look at each other. Justin shrugs his
shoulders, saying, "Whatever you think!"

"Adam, would I be putting you out, asking you
to........."

"No sweat."

In two seconds, Adam is out the door.

The clock hits 8:30.

"He's been gone for thirty minutes. What's keeping
him?"

"I don't know, but your mamma's veal parmesan is out
of this world, Gino!"

"Thanks. You know, Adam makes really good garlic
bread. I'm really stuffing myself, and this salad
is...."

"Gino?"

"Huh?"

"What time do we have to leave to be at the club?"

"Oh shit! Mr. Pinque's! I almost forgot!"

"I've got the dishes," Justin says, as Gino runs into
the bedroom.

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Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee
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