Date: Tue, 13 Nov 2012 18:48:51 -0800 (PST)
From: Tchase Mcphee <survivalgame@rocketmail.com>
Subject: A NiFTy LiTTLe TALe 04

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A NiFTy LiTTLe TALe 04
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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After Graeme disappears, which was real quick, like he was running away
from ferocious zombies, it made things more relaxed for Jason.

Even though it wasn't, Jason exclaims in an exhale, "What a nightmare!"

After saying it, he hears a grunt. It then registers, he forgot about the
other occupant. He didn't wish to get in the custodians way, especially if
he had only a couple of hours to kill. Going back to the dumb bells, he
picked up the 35's and did a few reps. After completion, he reaches up for
a tricep stretch, doing both sides. Staring in the mirror at himself was a
great help, because Jason could see more than his bod moving with the
weights!

"Hey, you want to spot for me?"

He had to let it register, Jason asking himself, "He mean `me'?"

Almost dropping the bells into the designated slots, Jason hurries over to
a bench where Yo'Soufy is trying to lift 3 plates on each side of a bar.

"What's up Yo'Soufy?"

What's up, first, Yo'Soufy replies, "I wish you wouldn't call me that?" he
looks upside down at Jason. Second thing which registers, his cock is
almost in front of his face!

Placing his arms crisscrossed under his pecs, Jason replies, "Then what
should I call you? Hot man? Stud? Muscles?"

"I always thought Jeadi, it has a nice ring to it?"

"Oh yeah," Jason drops his arms, "like in Star Wars?" he places both hands
on the bar.

Rather than debate the movie issue, Jeadi says, "Only idiots like Graeme,
they call me Yo'Soufy." Then questioning, "Yo'Soufy? It is not even a
name."

Agreeing, Jason says, "Used by muscleheads who like to think they are big
and tall, but instead short and small."

"Really?" Jeadi replies, adding, "I didn't think Graeme was that small?"

Wondering, because he was under the impression Graeme didn't mess with the
hired help, "Oh really? You've tried and gotten choked?"

Making it clear, Jeadi says, "No. I am not the one who finds out it a cock
is too big, unless I am too big for an ass?"

"I guess we know where you're coming from! So, when do you want to lift
this bar?"

The next 15 minutes went along quite smooth, Jason helping Jeadi to lift
the loaded bar, then Jeadi getting up and allowing Jason a try, him
spotting.

After about a half hour, Jeadi says, "I need to shower now."

"Already?" Jason replies. Having nothing better to do, he could have worked
out another couple of hours.

"I only have time when I am not expected to clean up. On the clock," Jeadi
says.

Still in the lying down position, looking up, Jason says, "You look
beautiful when you're sweaty, Jeadi." Realizing it, "Sweaty, Jeadi, it
rhymes!"

"Yes and this is why I need to shower." Coming around to where he faces
Jason, he sticks out his hand.

Doing a sit up, Jason takes his hand. Instead of using it as a tool of
meeting and greeting, he pulls a fast one, placing a foot next to Jeadi and
hauling himself up from the bench.

"You catch me off guard," Jeadi laughs.

Joking, Jason says, "You better watch your back!"

It made Jeadi connect, looking down at Jason's gym shorts.

Knowing what Jeadi's thinking, Jason replies to the gesture, "You're the
top, remember?"

"Most of the time," Jeadi replies, looking into Jason's eyes. Breaking
`handshakes', he says, "I better hit the shower. You have a good workout."

Watching Jeadi leave the weight room, Jason figures it is enough for one
day. He heard the shower going and decided he needed one too. Only, when he
enters the corridor of showers, he finds not one community area, but
several cabins of separate, each with frosty glass doors.

"Oh man," he says, seeing a figure move behind one.

Having a towel around his waist and nothing else, he thought it the perfect
plot, knocking on the occupied compartment.

"Yes?" Jeadi questions.

It was all too keen, Jason `wanting' to look into the shower, but on the
same foot, Jeadi looking down at Jason's towel!

"I was wondering if you share your soap?"

Feeling a bit mischievous, something he has not tried with any of the boys
at Manfredi, drawing the line between good and bad, privacy and getting it
on, Jeadi forgets all that hubbub jive, swings his door open, which opens
out and says, "See? The soap dispenser is in each shower."

"I see all right," Jason replies.

Grabbing the shower door, Jeadi has second thoughts. Maybe he should not
have shown off his wet bod to Jason, "I better finish."

"Yeah," Jason says. He could see Jeadi trying to recant on exposing
himself. Two feet away, Jason gets a whacky idea. Not sure why, he takes
the towel from his waist, walks back to the shower stall, knocking on the
glass.

"Yes?" Jeadi, like before, opens it a crack.

Pulling the door fully open, Jason replies, "Thanks for showing me where
the soap is!"

"You're welcome," Jeadi laughs, shaking his head as he closes the door,
sealing himself inside.

Maybe Jeadi could let it go, but for an 18 year old, this was hot stuff and
in the shower Jason could not allow the feeling to die. Rather, it kept
building, going off on a wild tangent, stroking as he thought of Jeadi and
him going at it in the shower, soaping each other up, making sure their
genitals were stroking clean.

Most people would not admit it, but others would state their claim to
having a fetish. One on the record for Jason, he loved to gauge how hefty
an orgasm is, by watching how much white goo goes down the
drain. Unfortunately, this time, he had used pumps of soap from the
dispenser to lube himself into oblivion, smothering all traces of cum when
it hit the drain!

He was also whacked out of his gourd when he heard it shouted out, "I see
you found the soap!"

"Yeah," he said at the downside of his hot handjob, "thanks!"

From there, Jason hurried like the hammers of hell to wash all the soap
off. With his loins all wrapped up in the towel and while en route to the
lockers, he was conscious of being `big', and now not so big. When reaching
there he proclaims, "Fast dresser!"

As he dresses, out of all the guys he's met today, it was tough to forget
Jeadi. While feeding his moist feet into his socks, he questioned himself
on what next to do today.

Somehow though, after the episode at the gym, Jason lost interest in
activity and decided to get a jump on Monday.

He thought he would check out the library, classrooms and if he had time
after that, walk the campus, ending up at...

"Hey Jason!"

It's like they had met weeks ago, Graeme coming over, putting a buddy-arm
over his shoulder.

Jason figured, with no direction and Graeme knowing his way around campus
grounds, he would follow his lead, "What's up?"

While they were alone, Graeme sets the record straight, "I hope you don't
think, from the way I talk about things around here, I'm the campus slut?"

Laughing, Jason replies facetiously, "Now why would I think a thing like
that?"

"Cool," Graeme doesn't get the inference.

Coming from the life Jason's led, other than studying to be the brilliant
brainiac he is, his most devoted quality activity has been `sex'! He has
found, to skirt around certain subjects, he has to cross his fingers and
fib, "I'm like reading you loud and clear, bro!"

Jason rejoiced, when their journey ends up at the campus center, housing
the cafe and other shops. He couldn't exactly pinpoint it, but it could
have been Graeme's ginger hair, which fit well with whitest of skin,
peppered with a few freckles here and there, drew him into hanging with the
21 year old, instead of repelling him off. Unlike some of the student
population, Graeme preferred a linen white shirt, as opposed to how Jason
felt, a tee shirt... If he couldn't go shirtless!

"Welcome to the raw mix!" Graeme announces, the two entering through double
glass doors.

"Raw mix?" Jason questions the usage.

They stop right inside a small foyer.

"Yeah," Graeme replies in delay reaction. He nods, "John Day, on a student
scholarship from Mississippi, nice bod, works out," rushes through the
other details, "good kisser, small cock," slows like a freight train, "but
a helluva tight ass!"

"Oh really?" Jason replies. Taking mental notes, he concludes John, even
though a little geeky-looking, glasses, wasn't a total loss in the good
looks department!

Lo and behold, Jason needs no formal introductions, rather he's the one who
spies out, "Hey, it's Mutt an' Jeff!"

Originally, Graeme and Jeff Calhoun were supposed to shack up in the same
dorm room. It was `he' who had set it all up with Dean Martin, trading off
small favors, regardless, leaving Calhoun flat without a roomie, which set
off a little tiff between the two. The whole scene comes back to mind,
Calhoun telling him to his face he wasn't going to be happy.

It could lead to a sticky situation, but he follows Jason to the table
anyway. He always had his spit-polished `guns' to back him up!

It did stoke Jason's curiosity, Mutt and Jeffy hanging together, which also
made him wonder what happened in the hour and a half after he left the
room. He thought it a nice way to dig into their private business, "Hey,
you two still hanging together?"

"Jason!" Jeffy's voice rang out from the noisy tables, projecting the
Texan's accented way of speaking.

Standing, greeting with a handshake, placing a palm against Jason's back,
leading him to the table, he felt most welcomed.

"Uh, wait," Jason hesitates, "I'm with a dude."

When Graeme approaches the table, he was sheepish about it. However, he
resumed a normal pace when Jeffy uses a hand to beckon him on. In reality,
Graeme expected nothing less than `the finger'!

Since Jason knew what the reluctancy was about and auite frankly perturbed
about Jeffy's turn around in so warmly welcoming Graeme, quips, "I guess
you guys aren't mad at each other anymore?"

Mutt sat there and took it all in. Really, he wondered what the big deal
was. They were both tops, sexually and personality wise, and even though
back in the dorm room, Jeffy was ready to `go south of the pubic border,'
tongue between his legs, Mutt couldn't convince Jeffy enough to shut up
about how tight... It's then Mutt finds his mind has wandered way off
course.

Acting like their spat almost never occured, Jeffy was honest about it, "No
harm intended, but it was the best thing which could have happened for me!"

It drew Mutt's interest back into the conversation.

Suddenly, the sullenness surrounding Graeme began to deteriorate, his
reaction, "Then you're not mad at me?"

Both, Graeme and Jason watch as Jeffy, built like a football player, slides
in the booth, arm going over Mutt's shoulder. Because they share something
special now, Jeffy replies, "He wants to know if I'm mad at him?! Doncha
think if I was angry at you Graeme, I'd have punched your lights out?"

Mutt had little knowledge, Jason none, in regards to the split up of the
room mates, other than it was Graeme's intention to shack up with some dude
he met over the summer, but is surprised to hear Graeme say, "I'm surprised
you didn't do that after you almost strangled the living daylights out of
me?"

This made Mutt react, "You tried to strangle Graeme?"

Jason wondered too, could it be in Jeffy's nature, such a nice and guy and
all?

"I didn't," Jeffy enunciates `didn't', "strangle him!"

Differing, because it was `his' neck, Graeme says, "Uh, then just what do
you call you're elbow uner my chin, you're legs wrapped around my legs and
hugging the back of my neck to your chest?"

"Damn Jeffy!" Mutt blamed.

"I know how it looks," Jeffy says in a relaxed tone, "but it's not like
Graeme had some dirty moves of his own!"

Sitting in the other booth, across from Mutt, Jason took this in, spat out,
"Oh?"

"Yeah right," Graeme says, "It was only my life on the line," finds he's
shouting, tones it down, "It was only my life in the balance of things?"

Calhoun reverbs, "I was only going to scare you, Graeme, let you go out for
a second and bring you back?"

Blaming, Graeme says, "And how was I supposed to respond to something in
which I had no idea was a wrestler's move? I felt I had to defend myself
and that's why I did it!" he stood adamant.

"Did what?" Jason asks.

Mutt knew a little, given a short, short synopsis of the quarrel, the angry
words missing, Jeffy sharing about wrestling on the floor of the dorm room
and the ultimate outcome. He saved Graeme an explanation, "He literally got
Jeffy `by the balls!'" Mutt made a fist, like `grabbing!'

"Owch!" Jason replies, direting to Jeffy, "he maim you for life?"

"Oh, I don't think so!" Mutt answers wisely, sitting there with a
promiscuous smile on his face!

This grabbed their attention.

"It tehn became clear to Graeme, "And you told me your balls were sore for
3 days, Jeffy!"

One unanswered question, which seemed pertinent to the conversation, Jason
asks, "When did all this take place?"

Graeme replies, "Yesterday."

Because he had just pumped his balls out an hour ago, Jeffy lends excuse,
"I heal fast." Then to Graeme, "What about that welt you said you had
around your neck?"

They watch as Graeme suddenly remembers he's supposed to have more than
ring around the collar, closes his shirt up, clasping it at the top, over
his Adam's apple.

"Faker!" Jeffy scorns with Texan accent!

Allowing his shirt to reopen at to the natural `v', Graeme says, "It went
away."

Really, finding no fault in either one, Jason acts as peacemaker, "So you
had a little disagreement and for all due purposes, you got even with each
other..."

"My balls are still tender," Jeffy complains, visibly a hand moving to the
inside of his leg.

On Jason's side, Mutt proclaims, "Yeah because you just shot your load down
my throat!"

"Is that so?" Graeme puts it to Jeffy.

Rather than draw off his own cumbersome thoughts, Jeffy replies, as his arm
plops down on the table, his fingers open, "I like Jason's reasoning. How
about it?"

"Sure. I'm willing. Seal it with your lips and it's a done deal!" Graeme
acts smartly!

Though, as Graeme reaches for the done deal, Jeffy retracts his arm, "No
way! If anything, it's you doing me!"

"You two guys are such babies!"

"Jason's right," Mutt says.

With an ounce of giddiness, Jason suggests, "If anything, you should both
do each other!"

A horrendous look came over each of their faces, both looking like they
were going to barf!

At the proposal, Mutt asks, "Can me and Jason watch?"

"I'll shake his hand," Graeme initiates the gentlemanly handshake, "but no
way I'm sucking his `pinky'!"

To throw off the remark, comparing his multi-inches to his skinny little
finger, Jeffy replies, "Trust me, Graeme, you won't be able to sit down for
a week!"

Mutt absorbed that one. He had only imagined how it could be at the other
end, taking Jeffy's load down his throat! He always thought it a symbolic
different, down the throat compared to up the ass. Matter of fact, in his
own right, he was still hanging with Jeffy, seemed like this feeling they
had between them, hadn't gone away. It was nobody's business but their own,
whether Jeffy plowed his ass, Mutt vocally proclaiming his thoughts,
wanting to, but kept the scene an hour ago, Jeffy coming on his chest,
backing up, almost impaling himself, then watch, as cum erupts, Jeffy
falling forward, sealing both their goo in a tomb of chests and stomachs.

Regardless, as it winds up, winds down, they both bury the hatchet, making
up with a handshake.

"I gotta go," Graeme says, out of vacating the once awkward situation.

Jason says, "I'm glad you two made up. I hate it when people are mad at
each other."

Bringing it into Jason's ball court, Jeffy puts it to him, "Like you and
Xeno?"

Flipping the very idea away, like swatting a fly, Jason says, "Oh that. I'm
not really mad at Xeno." Revealing something deeper, Jason smiles, "I can
never get mad at hot guys!"

Mutt begs to differ, "Like me?"

Not really knowing which way Mutt meant this, Jason takes the neutral
route, "I don't think Jeffy would have anyone less than a hot man, to claim
ass?!"

Matter of opinion, Mutt ays, "But I didn't say I..."

"I know you didn't," Jason cuts him off.

Jeffy butts in, "Than what makes you think..."

Reprising, Jason says, "I might be eighteen, but have more than an eighteen
year old mentality when it comes to man to man sex?"

"And a lot of intuitition?" Jeffy laughs.

Being whimsical, almost prophetic, Jason says, " A little bit of everything
makes the world go round," he steals mutt's glass of water and guzzles it.

"I spit in it," Mutt teases.

"Mm-m," Jason replies, "I can still taste Jeffy's cum!"

Coldly, thought no intended Mutt replies up front, "Jeffy and I want to
room together, so you have to find a new room mate!"

He was toying with an ice cube, sucking on it, then popping it back in the
glass, Jason suddenly bringing the base of the glass to the table with a
clunk, "Thanks for the advance warning. Um, like how am I to achieve that
kind of magic?"

"Where there's a will, there's a way," Jeffy replies.

"I'm sure there's more coming, Jeffy?"

Nothing much ever bothered Jason. Like the time he eyed the out-of-towner,
sitting in the car next to him at Hammer's Home Improvement, after the
conversation, which led to the nearest motel and after all was said and
done, giving the married man his first fuck, Jason not only got $50 out of
it. He remembered, entering the motel room he charged $100, but settled up
afterwards for a brand new, authentic, alligator belt!

Now, to alleviate the problem, Jeffy simplifies, things, "All you have to
do is go down to Dean Martin's office and tell him you're not getting along
with your room mate. It's that simple!"

Another part of the equation, Jason asks, "And how are you going to break
the news to him about you and Mutt?"

Mutt lef the negotiations up to Jeffy, "You're going to tell him."

"What? Like how am I supposed to do that?"

Unknowing to poor Jason, Mutt and Jeffy had this all worked out.

"It's easy. Trust me!"

Jeffy goes on to explain, when he first came to Manfredi, a southern accent
was an abnormality around these parts. He told how Dean Martin had mocked
him in front of the wrestling team. In retaliation, in Martin's absence,
Jeffy had `paid' him back, his joking hitting the dean `below the belt',
with lewd remarks.

"Yeah," Mutt picks up the slack, "by the time Jeffy's story got back to
Dean Martin, the story went, Martin paid some student to suck off his
2-inches!"

Laughing his ass off, Jason says, "Oh god, I bet that took a long time for
him to live it down!"

Having an answer for this, Jeffy says, "Who cares about size, except if
you're meanin' a tight hole?!" he snickers, directing at Jason, "which you
might have to find out how tight, if your plan doesn't work!"

Sitting there, looking at Jeffy's face, smiling, like a cinched deal, Jason
asks, "Oh yeah, the plan. What plan?"

Mutt takes over, as planned, in case the couple ran into a snag, "You're
going to tell Dean Martin to make both him and you satisfied, offer a
little vengeful scheme, acting brutally honest, saying it would be such a
great rebuttal to have `me' room with Jeffy!"

"Wow-w-w-w!" Jason replies.

"You like my idea?"

"I dunno, but you're amazing at expressing yourself, you know Mutt?"

"Really?" Mutt's smile shines like the sun.

Getting back to business, Jason says, "But you two like each other?"

"Are you stupid or what?" Jeffy comes back with.

"You realize," Jason replies, "this means we'll have to become mortal
enemies?"

"Cool!" Jeffy furthers, "I guess this means I get a crack at your ass?"

His jealous mode kicks in, even though Mutt knows Jeffy is funning, "What
was that Jeffy, dear?"

"Nuttin', Mutt honey," he's all smiles. Changing the subject, Jeffy says,
"You should find a nice man to settle down with, Jason."

"I can't," Jason returns the warm feeling, "you already claimed Mutt's
ass!"

"Ok guys," Jeffy says, "you wanna kill it with the mushy stuff and get back
on the same page?"

Mutt and Jason did exchange words, silent ones.

"So, this is what you do," Jeffy steers clear of the inconsequential part
of their gathering of thoughts.

"I know what to do," Jason slides his ass out of the booth, glass in hand,
chugging the remainder of the ice cube, crunching it, "see you
later...maybe!"

"You going there now? At this hour?" Jeffy interrogates.

"I don't, like, have a place to sleep tonight? Remember?"

"We didn't mean you had to act on it now," Mutt says.

"Nah, no time like the present, while it's fresh in my mind," once again
tabling the glass, now empty.

Parting company, Jason tries to digest everything which transpired. For a
first day on campus, things sure went weird quick! It flashed through his
mind, like-like portraits of guys he met and the experiences connecting
each. Of all the people, two stuck out in his mind; Xeno and Rahul.

Of the latter, Jason didn't know what it was all about between the brothers
and for at least Rahul's interest, he was making it a pact with himself, to
get to the bottom of things.

Lastly, Xeno, in a way, Jason thought it his own fault for getting the
Greek all fired up. Yet, he knew from experience, how, in some instances,
it was better to stand up for yourself. Upon discovering the nickname for
those entering the high school level, `greeners', Jason made it his prime
goal, he wasn't going to have anyone equate with the name, `greener'. He
also figured Xeno, whether he was infamous by his good looks or his bully
attitude, he wasn't going to be one of those `greeners' stepped on for one
whole school year.

His thoughts, or lack of thinking about direction, while he was thinking on
other matters, he exclaims, "Hey wait!" Turning around, "Did I make a wrong
turn?"

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Copyright 2012 T. Chase McPhee

`A NiFTy LiTTLe TALe', and developing segments of this story, may not be
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