Date: Thu, 31 May 2007 18:36:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: 5b & 6c 07

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" 07
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"I don't hear a peep coming from inside," Justin
whispers from the door-ledge of 5b, as they return
from Mr. Pinques' gay club.

"They're probably sleeping. After all, we left them
six hours ago. My feet hurt."

"I suppose you're right. Besides, Adam's a
twenty-eight year old man and..."

"He's `that' old?"

"How old did you think Adam was?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Gino guess-timates, "No older
than twenty-five, I suppose. But,  if they are asleep,
I'd say let bygones be bygones."

"You're right, Gino. Now, do I get to empty those
balls again?"

"Ooooh, do we have to tonight?"

"Geesh, Gino. It's not like you have to do any work.
All you have to do is lay there and let me lick!"

"Oooohkay."

"Did I tell you how much I liked your moves tonight?"

"Only about seven times."

"Well, here's number eight and man were they stuffing
your g-string. How much of that do you get to keep?"

"It goes into the `cubeboys' pool, then we divide it
four ways."

"So, how much are we talking here?"

"Why? Are you interested in a cube?"

"No, thanks. I don't think having a lot of boys
whooping and hollaring at me, is my thing."

"Oh, they don't mean anything by it. Besides, half of
them are drunk and will not even remember it tomorrow
morning. Besides, I think you had a couple of good
moves yourself!"

"For real?"

"For real and maybe you can show me some moves
tomorrow?"

As they cross the borderline, from hallway, into 6c,
Justin reminds Gino, "It `is' tomorrow morning."

"Oh yeah. I knew that.... ooooh my aching feet."

"How about a nice, hot bath?"

"That would be wonderful!"

In two minutes time, Justin had the water splashing
off of Gino's legs.

"I could learn to like you babying me like this,
Justin."

"Well, if you lived on campus, we could do what the
swim team does."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. They use the hot tub down at the gym for more
than therapeutic cures."

"Hell, what are hot tubs for anyway?"

There's a pause, as Justin tells Gino to lean
forwards. He slips down, behind Gino, his half-hard
cock sliding down Gino's back.

"Mmmmmm....Once we get wedged in here, I hope you have
a plan for getting us out of here, Justin."

"Sure. I have a crowbar right next to the tub here."

"Crowbar?"

"I'll just make like I'm doing a pushup and....'oops!'
I guess we're stuck in here."

But, as the water rises, so does the buoyancy
principle kick in.

"What'd I say?"

"You're just lucky."

"Speaking of which...."

"Lucky?"

"Yeah," Justin tells him, "I think it's more than luck
that I met you today."

"Um, yesterday?"

"Is it tomorrow already?" Justin says facetiously

Gino states, "Isn't that what you said before?"

"Right. Now you have me thinking about Adam. What do
you think happened last night?"

"Well, we didn't find them up here and Adam wasn't
sleeping out in the hallway, so there's only one place
they can be and that's in 5b!"

"Do you think Professor Ladner is over being mad at
us?"

"Could be.... oooooh... this is like the best bath."

Of course it is. Gino has never experienced sitting on
a cock, wedged in between his asscrack. He's never had
a pair of arms under his own, hands casually exploring
his hairy chest, wet.  He's never had his submerged
bellyhole played with, as well as points on the
southern front.

"Why don't you just give up your room at the dorm and
move in with me?"

"Okay."

The instant answer upset Gino's buoyancy, causing him
to suddenly lurch forward.

Tidal wave!

"Is that `okay', like in `yes'?"

"If I didn't feel strongly about it, I wouldn't have
answered so quickly. I'm usually one to think things
over, but hey, in reality, I've had all night, haven't
I?"

"Have you?" Gino questions him.

"Well sure. At Mr. Pinque's, I had a chance to really
let things set in. I mean, look what I'm getting. A
guy with a great sense of humor, sensitive...."

"Like right now?"

"Now?"

"Right. Like my asscrack is feeling mighty sensitive."

"No, doofus. I meant like your feelings, like from the
heart?"

"Oh. `That' kind of feelings."

"But while we're on the subject of `feeling', I love
feeling up your hairy bod..."

"Dry or wet?"

"Either way... plus I love toying with `special
places'."

"You do, do ya?"

Turning his head, Gino pulls his neck muscles taut,
trying to reach behind him. They have an abbreviated
kiss.

"Oh yeah. That too... you're such a great kisser."

Of course, all of this has gone to Gino's head, but
he's not above feeling the same feelings in which
Justin does.

"You know what?"

"What?" Justin asks.

"You're such a really sweet guy. You kind of.. of...
are growing on me."

"So, are you really serious about having me move out
of the dorm?"

"Question is, are you really interested in shacking up
with me," Gino puts it to Justin.

"Like... yeah. Sure. I think I can still get a partial
refund on the room. But...."

"But what? Regrets?"

"Only one."

"Oh? How's that go?"

"My roommate."

"What about him?"

"I never got a chance to see if he's gay!"

"Well, supposin' he was. Which of us would you take?"

Justin takes his time thinking, revealing, "I think I
like the one with the sensitive bellyhole!"

To bring his point across, Justin sticks his finger in
Gino's navel, giving it a few little jabs.

"Mmmmmm....."

They don't talk for away, enjoying each other's
company. Gino just lays there, with Justin's palms
rubbing his bod, up and over his nips, then back down,
feeling up his cock with a few strokes. Suddenly, when
his hands up to his chest, they slide back down,
remaining immobile.

"Justin? Yo! Justin?"

"Hmm..."

"Are you asleep?"

"Hmm..."

"C'mon. Time for daddy to put you to bed!"

Getting up, the water drains off Gino's bod, as he
helps Justin up.

"Careful now. Watch your step."

"Sorry," followed by a big yawn, "I dozed off on you."

"It's only 5:30."

"AM or PM?"

"In the morning."

"What day is it?"

"Well, yesterday was Saturday, so it's Sunday
morning."

"I have to be up by eight."

"Oh, you go to church?"

"Yup. Every Sunday."

"Well, can't you just skip for this week?"

"I would, except it's my turn to teach Sunday School."

"Sunday School? Y'mean little kids?"

"Yup. Nine and Ten year olds."

"Well, I better get you into bed. Forget about my
balls!"

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Meanwhile, downstairs, in 5b, there's a stirring in
the sheets.

"Are you up already, Thomas?"

"I have to take a leak. Don't go away, Adam."

"Not in your dreams."

While the twilight still seeps into the room, the
twenty-eight year old stays put, hands behind his
head, splaying his hairy pits, fields of dark brown
hair, visible in the moonlight, across his chest.

"Guess what?"

"What?" Asks Thomas.

"I think I'm getting `hopelessly devoted to you'."

"I can't believe it!"

"What'szat?" Adam asks, figuring he's said something
corny.

"While I was taking a leak, I'm standing there, the
thoughts in my head, humming the same tune."

"Are you sure you weren't singing to the toilet?"

"Yeah right," Thomas says, lying down in the bed.
"Actually I was thinking it more last night."

"Oh? When was that?"

"Right before we heard prowlers outside our door."

"Do you think it really was Gino and my baby brother?"

"Of course. Who else would be in the hallway at four
in the morning?"

"Then that explains the running water."

"They were showering together," Justin assumed.

"Sounds suggestive."

"It's only five thirty."

"Five forty-five?"

"Big deal. Fifteen minutes. Are you always precise at
work?"

"Always. I run a tight shop."

"By the way, what do you do?"

"I manage an art store. Artists bring their works in,
I display them and we split the profits."

"Really? Do you have any really, really big sellers?"

"Once or twice."

"For instance?"

As they're talking shop, Adam nestles in the pit of
Thomas' arm, all snuggly.

"Well, there was a famous sculpture, Monte
Drawbridge..."

"Monte Drawbridge?"

"Shhh, listen!"

"Okay. You've got my undivided attention."

"Monte's third sculpture, `Gates of Pearls', utilized
pearls and water, along with metal. The waters
tumbled, recycling the pearls. The size took up about
a quarter of my shop."

"Big!"

"And heavy. Monte took a cut in price, on account of
it sprung a little leak in the middle of the night."

"Oh no. Did it ruin your shop?"

"It stained some of the marble tile. Monte paid for
the replacement."

"Wati!. I think I've heard of him."

"You have?"

"Yes. He conceived and designed the fountains for the
fine arts building at Lake Quinn Community College."

"Right. I knew that!"

"You did?"

"Yes, I was at the dedication ceremonies," Adam says.

"When?" Thomas questions him.

"Last year at this time. No, wait, it was in October,
not November."

"Oh, I wasn't here then."

"Yes and when is it you started?"

"I was commuting from New York since summer session
and moved here permanently last weekend."

"Never say permanent," Adam added.

"No?"

"Well, if we're getting along this well, in a month's
time, I might just have to kidnap you and take you
home!"

"And where is home for you?"

With that said, Thomas flips over onto Adam's bod. He
rests his arms across Adam's chest and starts doodling
with the curly chest hair.

"Western Hills."

"Oh, where the elite reside!"

"I'm on the outskirts of Western Hills. I fall short
of the `mansion' category."

"Oh, by the way, you never said how much Monte's
sculpture went for?"

"It went to a buyer in Western Hills, for $68,000."

"Normally I'd make a 40% profit, but because of the
floor damage, we settled on 50%."

"Nice cut. About how much my gold flute ran me."

"You have a gold flute?"

"Easy, you almost damn well broke me in half, Adam,"
Thomas said, as Adam sat up in excitement.

"Well this I've got to see."

"I don't have it with me right now. I don't feel safe
leaving it around here. It's in a safe in New York."

"I don't blame you, Thomas. However.... if..."

"If what?"

"Hmm... if you ever decided to end your lease and be
looking for more `permanent' sleeping arrangements, I
have a safe in my `mini-mansion'!"

"Really? So what does a guy have to do to break a
lease?"

"Mmmm... I like the sound of that."

Maybe Adam didn't realize it, but his twenty-four year
old host has been rubbing his privates against the
mattress for the past ten minutes. Once again lying
down, Adam shimmies down in the bed, Thomas perching
himself up on hands and knees.

"Something you'll learn about me, Thomas. When I see
something I want, I don't hesitate to go after it!"

"Ooooooooohhhhh!" Thomas moaned out loudly, arching
his back, when his meat, suspended in air, came in
contact with wetness.

Grabbing Thomas' asscheeks, Adam used the downward
leverage to fill his mouth with Thomas' 9.5c,
swallowing it.

"Mmmmmm," Adam groaned, pursing his lips, massaging
the sides of Thomas' barrel.

Already built up to the hard stage, Thomas felt he
needed more action. Sitting on his knees, he swiped
Adam's treat from his mouth.

"Ready to move in!" Thomas joked, as he put Adam's
legs up on his shoulders.

"Yeah... Take me... Get yourself inside me... yeah..."
Adam coaxed.

"Oh man are you tight."

Thomas wet a finger and pushed it inside Adam's cherry
hole.

"Arrrrrghhhh," Adam groaned.

He groaned even louder, as Thomas forced the tip of
his 9.5c tool inside. He wasn't without mercy, backing
out and forcing it in, each time with more `words'
from Adam.

"Ohhhh shiiiiit! Take it easy...."

"'This' is easy."

Each time Thomas fit a little more of himself in, he
backed out, making it really easy on Adam's tight
hole.

"Ooooooh... ooooh... arrrrggghhhh...."

"Would you believe I'm in?"

"In in or?"

"All the way in. Man you're so nice and tight."

"Better than my blow job?"

"I'm not answering that!"

For the next hour and a half, Thomas loosened up
Adam's tube, before going on to claim him!

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Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee
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