Date: Tue, 17 Aug 2010 17:58:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: THe HaRDee BoYs 14 (conclusion to the story)

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,
of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns, villages,
neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or non-governmental
areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male
relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if guy-to-guy
sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up your mind, you should not
read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most
states 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.

THe HaRDee BoYs 14
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"I would say you handled it pretty well!" Sikandar congratulated Jason, as
the pair trasped across campus.

"I think the turning point came when you showed up with your 'moral
support'?" Jason smiled, still thinking of how Sikandar's appearance made
Professor Dapperson change his tune.

With ulterior motive, Sikandar says of it, "I'm hoping later on you will be
able to show your appreciation," he taps the back of his hand against
Jason's crotch, discovering, "You're hard?"

"Yeah," Jason replies, blushing a bit.

Just knowing why, Sikandar says suggestively, "Did you really want to do
him?"

Jason replies, in principle, "You have to understand, it's like this... I'm
a gay dude who likes to fuck and it doesn't take much to get me
started... and once it starts happening, it's like tough to call it
quits. Get what I'm saying?"

He knew Jason was trying to b.s. him, even though in a kind way. In turn,
he replies with direct approach, "Sure. Professor Dapperson has a nice ass
and you wanted to do him!"

"Yeah," Jason confesses, "and I can't believe after figuring it out, you're
still standing here talking with me," him figuring, "after talking about
taking another man's ass, you should be cutting out on me!"

Sikandar assesses, "You're a gay man and I'm a gay man. If you had made
good on your threat and shoved yourself inside Dr. Dapperson's ass? Hell, I
probably would have whipped my cock out and had some nice porno to jerk off
to!"

"Sikandar!" Jason exclaims, jumping in front of Sikandar, turning to face
him.

Innocently, Sikandar testifies, "What?" as if nothing out of character
transpired.

"Nothing," he smiles. Jason alleges, "Hey, like I said before, there's only
one ass I'm interested in working on?"

Smiling a toothy grin, Sikandar replies, "Yeah and all I hear are
promises... promises.... promises...."

As they walk on, Jason says, "Oh you're gonna get it tonight. You
wait. You're gonna find out. Yep, it's gonna be a rude awakening for you!"

Instead of threats, Sikandar felt good all over. Chills? Shiver? Whatever,
it was a great feeling, which put a lilt in his step and awesome feeling in
his heart, soul and mind.

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"What's this Coffee?"

"Uh-oh," the twenty-one year old tennis star instantly turns off his
wailing, as a result of Rick's cock working over his ass crack. His whole
bod fills with fear over his fellow tennis buds finding him out, along with
all his little secrets.

Too, Rick, his cock embedded deep within, freezes with his full throttle
packed in, "Who the hell are these guys?" Thinking it a good idea to pull
out, Rick grabs the nearest object to coverup, which happens to be his tee
shirt and proceeds to evade the eyesights of the tennis troupe, his long,
thick, juicy tube now hidden the Pink Floyd logo.

But Edilson hesitates for a moment, before standing.

"Nah Coffee," the ringleader says, placing a hand to the back of the
Brazilian's neck, pushing him back down so his bare chest rests on the
towel cart, "I think we got our new mascot exactly where we want him!"

Rick was thankful they were ignoring him, slowly sliding his ass along the
concrete wall towards the door. As he did so, he kept his eyes on the
unfolding situation presenting itself to Edilson. He felt bad for him as
the bullying teammate told one of the others to slip his tennis racket out
of the case. Too, rather thought the other two team players were getting
phased over the bully's remarks, his tapping the tennis racket against
Edilson's ass.

"I can explain, Geoff!" Edilson tried to get up.

A slap of Geoff's hand to Edilson's shoulder blades made him more
incapacitated, more the victim to Geoff's right-handed swing!

"Ow-w-w-w-w-oh-h-h-h...oh!" Edilson called out as Geoff gave his ass a
wallop with the tennis racket.

Witness to all, from a distance between the altercation and the door, Rick
cringed, as if his ass was feeling the twines of the tennis racket hitting
his own self. Afterall, Rick wasn't into the bdsm shit. However with the
swing of the racket the second time he exclaims to himself, 'Oh shit!' when
it's found, his own tee shirt, is now soaked with manseed. However he makes
the two foot leap to the door when Geoff turns over the racket to one of
the other team mates and gets 'noticed'. 'Oh shit!' he calls out, when he
has to make the time-consuming two-second effort to unlock the door before
exiting.

"Hey, you don't have to go!" Geoff's hand padded Rick's shoulder. "The
party's just getting started!"

"Yeah, I really have to go," Rick countered, out of slight fear.

"Oh, okay. No problem," Geoff released his light grip. But added, "When can
you come back?"

"Huh?" Rick says with perplexity.

Eyeing Rick up and down, Geoff says, as he nods over to his two tennis buds
taking turns swinging the racket against Edilson's ass, seeing who can get
the loudest response, "I'm not really into the bdsm crap, like my tennis
buds."

"Oh really?" Rick gains more confidence. Thinking the bearded tennis player
somewhat hot, "It looked like you were getting into it a minute ago?"

"Nah. I was just showing my buds how to have a little fun. It's them into
it, not me, but..." Geoff looks down to Rick's obviously soiled shirt, "I
kind of liked what you pulled out of Edil's ass!" By now, Geoff's hand had
gravitated from Rick's shoulder towards a lean on the wall.

Swearing off the bdsm lifestyle, Rick suddenly felt like king of the hill
and lifting some meaning from the acronym, he says of the Greek-like statue
Geoff portrays, "Then why are you standing there with your clothes on," and
feeling out his way in soft approach, "when you should be stripped and on
your knees in front of me?"

"Um, yeah," Geoff seemed to be in agreement of Rick's proposition, but cast
his eyes over his shoulder at his two team mates still trading off the
tennis racket, "but got a place we can go?"

His pubes still wet, Rick says, "I got a place, but..." he holds up his
seed-soaked shirt, "my shirt's kind of wet." Too, Rick notices Geoff taking
glances below his waist, licking his lips.

"That's not a problem." Geoff then calls over his shoulder, "Adam!"

"Yeah?" The blond returns, the tennis racket drawn back and ready to whack
the targeted, red area of Coffee's ass.

"Toss me your shirt!"

"Fuck you!" Adam replies.

But when Geoff gives Adam the evil death stare and advances towards him,
Adam has tossed the racket onto Coffee's back and is peeling his tee shirt!

Taking it, Geoff says to him, "I like it when people see things my way!"

It was a little tight, but Rick loved the way it showed off Geoff's tight
little nips, the way the tee shirt caressed his six pack abs, a little
indent, indication of Geoff's bellyhole. And as they left, chatted along
the way back to the parking lot, Rick found out Geoff wasn't even from this
campus, but a visitor from the opposing tennis team. Also, learning Geoff
was from a well-off Greek family, says of, "Your old man has a fleet of
ships, huh?"

"Yeah," Geoff replies, eyes still engaged in checking Rick out as he
drives.

"That's good, because you're paying for the motel room!" And on a dare,
Rick pulls into not, the dumpy motel used for the exchange of fluids, but
the most upscale hotel, utilized by CEO's and the like for upscale
corporate business affairs.

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"So how does that feel? Okay?"

"More than okay," Jared responds to the pair of sweet lips popping off his
hard shaft. Lying there in the professor's bed, hands comfortably lodged
behind his head, things are moving along, not exactly in the way Jared had
hoped for, "but I thought when we came here I would be the one sucking down
your sweet honey?"

"Ready for the classic line?" the history professor poses to Jared.

"Why not! At the restaurant I was under the impression...."

Readying Jared's incomplete thought, Sirvan cuts in, "Me too."

"But you didn't let me finish," Jared replies.

"You don't have to. What I was going to say is, when I helped myself to
sitting down in the booth with you, it was running through my mind minutes
prior, I 'had to have you'."

"Under the circumstances, I thought the same," Jared meaning 'him-bottom,
Sirvan-top'. "So what changed your mind?"

Forgetting about Jared's rigid shaft for the moment, the twenty-eight year
old college professor scoots himself forwards, settling his bod down, the
hairy line down his stomach falling on Jared's erection. His arms settling
across Jared's bod, right under his curved pec lines, he props his chin up
on his arched palms and stares.

"What?"

"This," he says, elevating his bod once more, lining up their chests as he
reaches up to give Jared a kiss.

Being facetious, Jared says, "Okay, so you're madly in love with me, so?"

Sirvan just looked at Jared, a boyish smile on his face.  "You don't feel
it, too?"

"We only met an hour ago," Jared replies.

"I know, but an hour before that I was 'madly' feeling the hots for you,"
Sirvan said.

"Me?" Jared doubts himself. "I'm like ordinary nobody. I'm like not really
good looking or anything. I mean, even Rick says my greatest asset is my
ass!"

It sets Sirvan off giggling, but then calming, "If it's in my power I'm
going to prove Rick wrong."

"I don't know how you're going to accomplish that. Ever other guy has said
my ass makes a hot fuck."  Sitting up, even though Jared has seen Sirvan's
hot bod, the tanned skin against the black chest hair, midchest funneling
into a tight abs-trail, he gazes over the Arab's bod.

"I confess. I don't know if I can prove Rick wrong, but maybe tonight you
will see how talented a cock you have?"

"Uh, like I said Sirvan, I'm more into taking it up the ass," Jared tried
impressing it upon him.

Rather than bat back and forth, Siran replies, "We'll see." Slipping back
down Jared's bod, he says, "Tell me though, any complaints so far?"

"Nope!" Jared flat out says. But he gets to thinking, above and beyond his
ass, Sirvan's tongue having traveled much of his bod, it's all been good!

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"Your room, sir," the bellhop brings Rick and Geoff into the room, the rosy
red complexion of the Irishman blooming with brightness upon drawing open
the two curtains. Then, assuming the usual pose, the twenty-something
servant stands there asking, "Will there be anything else?"

It was his cue and regardless of whether the dude was straight or gay or
otherwise, Rick takes the tails of his tee shirt, actually Geoff's tee
shirt and tears it off overhead, saying, "I can think of a few."

Scared shit, Geoff replies, "Uh, Rick, I don't think..."

But before Geoff can say anything the bellhop replies, "In lieu of a tip
I'll take a crack at your friend's ass?"

"What?" Geoff replies.

He was taller than both of them and as they would find out much later,
twenty-six years old. Rick just watched as he walks over to Geoff and says,
"I've seen you in here a few times. You have a lot of dough, right?"

Geoff was six-foot-one, but this dude was one to two inches taller and even
though Geoff a pretty tough character, this dude had a rough edge about
himself, so he plays it cool, "Uh yeah, I've stayed here a few times or
more."

On the side Rick watched. One thing, he was starting to feel quite a few
tingles, what with this red-headed Irish dude being so authoritarian and
all. It kind of reminded him of the way Bart could be and often enough
times Bart turned him on so much, he could almost shoot his load without
touching.

Cornering Geoff between the wall, with the luxurious bed to their
rightside, the Irish dude says, "Heard you got one of my fellow buddies to
fuck you over... said you'd pay him big bucks and welched on him."

Rick finally spoke up in jest, "Oh Geoff, how could you?" Then to the
bellhop, "Did he fuck Geoff hard?"

"Doesn't matter," 'red' said, closing Geoff into a no-win corner. Then
looking down upon Geoff's shirt, Adam's shirt because his shirt was on
Rick, "This looks interesting."

From the time they entered the room, things were quite serious-minded, for
the first time the atmosphere lightened up and since the change in
attitude, Rick comically says, "Go for it!"

Geoff wasn't seeing Rick's point, but soon felt the consequences of Adam's
tight tee shirt, his nips being grabbed and mashed,
"Ak-k-k-k-k-k-k-ohh-h-h...oh-h-h-h! No-o-o-o-o-o! Sto-o-o-o-op!"

Hands relaxed, the painful cries stopped.

Rick lends a hand. Five-eleven-and-a-half, his hand resting on the other
dude's shoulder, he had to reach up to place his hand there, casually
saying, "Hey, I'm Rick and this is Geoff. What's your name?"

"Patrick," was all Patrick said, still eyeing up 'the welcher'.

"Well Patrick, I was supposed to fuck his ass, but if you want to take
first dibs? I mean I don't mind sloppy seconds." And without two breaths,
"And then if you want to do Geoff again, then... hey, I've even got a
better idea. How about getting on your cell and inviting some of your fuck
buddies over and..."

"Rick?" Came the first sound out of Geoff, other than syllable of pain from
his nip torture.

Now Patrick stood there as the spectator, Rick replying, "What?"

Confession time, Geoff says, "Um, this is like my first time?"

"First time what?"

"Getting fucked?"

"First time?" Patrick beat Rick to saying. "Not according to Juan?"

"Juan?" Rick questioned.

Apprehensive, because he knew he was right, "I never fuckin' fucked Juan!"

"But he said... he said you were going to pay him to use his ass and..."

Geoff now accosted Patrick with his words, "Yeah, we made love and all, got
me all horned up and when I was ready to fuck him, he came up suddenly this
being a service for the hotel and if I wanted this to go any further it
would cost me!"

"Fuckin' whore!" Rick called it.

"That's not what Juan said," Patrick replies.

Rick says, "I got an idea. Why don't you get Juan up here to answer for
himself?"

His actions answering for him, Patrick did just that, picked up the phone,
dialing the front desk, requesting Juan's immediate presence. To the front
desk it would not sound like anything out of the ordinary, Patrick being
the head bellhop, his job not only to usher guests to their rooms, but keep
the troops in line.

Geoff warns, "And when you find out the truth, I owe you two purple
nurples!"

"Two what?" Patrick asks.

"Patrick ole boy," Rick again tags his shoulder, "purple-nurples is like
the zinger you put on Geoff's nips?"

But before Patrick could comprehend, the doorknob jiggled and his hand was
on the inside.

"Hey, what's up gringo?"

Before the Hispanic knew what grabbed him, Patrick's fist wound up the
middle of his tuxedo uniform and plastered his bod against the wall,
Patrick's spit yelling at him, "What the fuck you telling me something
about not getting paid to let this guy," his unattached hand pointed over
his shoulder, "fuck you?"

"It's true gringo... it's true.... I..." but Juan was lost for words when
Patrick steps out of the way.

Rick says in a sing-song manner, "Here's where the shit hits the fan!"

"As you were saying?" Geoff puts it to Juan.

With Spanish inflection, Juan says, "I theenk we have a mistake made."

"No mistake," Geoff tells it like it is, like it was, "You made me feel
really good Juan, licking my bod, bathing my balls and making my cock feel
real good with your snakey tongue. And then, when you make me almost ready
to cum, you hit me with the 'tab'."

"Let me guess," Patrick says, putting the screws to Juan, "A two hundred
dollar tab?"

"Two hundred bucks for a fuck?" Rick says. "That's twice Bart's fee!"

Patrick scolds Juan, towering over him, "I should make you 'pay' this
gentleman two hundred bucks to have your ass 'reamed'!"

"No, no! I be in the poor house!" Juan protests.

"Then again," Patrick presents a solution, "since I've falsely accused our
guest here and it being 'your' fault, Juan, I think the only valid way to
remedy our guest's inconvenience is for you to make good on working our
guest up in the first place?"

The two looking at each other, Geoff says to Juan, rubbing his crotch,
"Works for me!"

Patrick impresses, "Terrible time to be out of work, Juan!"

Not that it would matter, not be such a terrible imposition, Juan being a
total bottom, he gives in.

As he approaches Geoff, putting on false airs, Geoff says, "You can start
by stripping off my tee shirt and softly licking my whole chest?"

This left Rick out of the loop. After all, 'Geoff' was the reason he came
here in the first place, to plug ass. "Well, I guess I'll be going."

Walking out of the room, Patrick follows. The door automatically locks
shut. Walking the hallway together, he says to Rick, "So what will you do
now, that you haven't gotten any TLC?"

Rick replies, "Back to the dorm. There's always some guy who wants to suck
dick."

"Well," Patrick replies, "I guess this means I won't be getting my
purple-nurples!"

Stopping mid hallway, Rick turns to him and says, "What?"

Stretching his neck side to side he replies, "Y'know, that whole thing with
Juan and your friend kind of made me keyed up. I think some hard nip
massage might be just what I need to loosen up, followed by... well, if
you're up for it, a couple of hours of working your shaft over with my
talented tongue?"

With a grin on his face, Rick replies, "Got a room?"

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`THe HaRDee BoYs' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without
prior consent from the author.

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