Date: Sat, 17 Nov 2012 11:51:28 -0800 (PST)
From: Tchase Mcphee <survivalgame@rocketmail.com>
Subject: A NiFTy LiTTLe TALe 05

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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
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A NiFTy LiTTLe TALe 05 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Jason walked through what he guessed was an empty corridor, whistling one
of his favorite tunes from Rusted Root's new album, abruptly stopping. It's
not he couldn't do two things at once, scour the four-way in the hall and
carry on musically inclined, but he was by far totally off course, without
a clue to which way to turn. Setting his bod on a step to the east, he
instead changed footing and proceeded to the right, only to whisper to
himself, "Maybe straight?"

He then laughs to himself, private joke, `straight?' "Not on your life,
buddy!" Giggling up a storm, Jason couldn't possibly imagine being
`straight'. In fact, thinking more on the opposite, the repulsive notion of
`girl-sex', "Yuck!" he holds his stomach, with a deathly sick reaction.

"Are you okay?"

Turning around, Jason lay eyes on a dude, decked out in gym shorts and tank
top. He was perspiring profusely, bod in a total sweat. Studying him for
all of thirty seconds, Jason knew he was too old to be a student, saying,
"No. Lost. Until my knight in shining armor happens by?"

"You think so?" the dude smiles. He then scares the bejesus out of Jason,
"You know you could be in a bundle of trouble?"

Suddenly, Jason knew why. Already, he was under the impression a good
percentile of Manfredi was laden with a gay population. He figured sooner,
than later, he would turn a corner, again catching two dudes in some sort
of gay configuration. Now, snagged, "Uh, sorry. I didn't mean anything by
the `knight in'..."

With forthcoming, his mystery man says, "I know you didn't, but lucky for
you I don't mind being tagged with being a knight," he walks right up to
Jason, taps the back of his hand against the eighteen year old's stomach.

He made Jason smile, being all caught up in the innocence of the moment.

Then, realizing this had to be one of the professors at Manfredi and how
someone could get into serious trouble coming on to a member of the
faculty, Jason changes direction, "I only meant it as a figure of speech?"

Likewise, the unknown part of the equation, the `other guy', thinking upon
his little `flirt', changes disposition, from sweet to more astute through
the transition of a slight cough, "I'm Kevin Leeds, science professor here
at Manfredi. And you are?"

By way of wording, Jason didn't need gaydar, "Jason Croft," teasing the
teach, "student here at Manfredi."

Each provided a coquettish smile, lasting seconds.

"So," they both said.

"Go ahead," Professor Leeds replies.

"No, you."

"No, you," Leeds insists.

Jason more so, staring point blank at the angel-of-a-professor, "Age before
beauty?"  "You're such a flirt, but what I wanted to say, which probably
has lost it's lackluster repose, I was put it to you, you have `the gift'?"

`Gaydar' came to mind, Jason saying, "Probably no more than you, since you
had already molested me with your hand?"

The professor knew he wasn't serious, replying, "This?" he again slaps
Jason's abs with a slight tapping of the knuckles. "You've got to be
kidding?"

"Don't get your balls all twisted up, professor. I was only joking!"

"Well, I wouldn't exactly say my balls are twisted up, but there's
definitely some disturbance in the force?"

Smiling, Jason says, "You're not alone on that one!"

Both have a good giggle over it!

"Well, I've just come in from my run and..."

Both already knowing they were on the same `gay page', Jason cuts the prof
off, "Hey, wanna shower together?"

"Why? You don't look sweaty?" Leeds scans Jason's bod, returning to his
face.

Jason observes, "If life could only be that simple, instead of so
scientific?"

"Good analogy," Leeds awards, even though it wasn't the most profound
theory he thinks a student has come up with.

"I can be halfway intelligent when I want to be, like now I've already got
most of your stats memorized?"

"Oh really?" the science prof replies.

Like in class and fascinated by a student's assumption, say a contradictory
theory on the Big Bang, Leeds stands there, arms folded across his chest,
waiting for the student to offer clout to back up his theory.

He didn't want to let onto Leeds, checking out the folds of his gym shorts,
so cut the descriptive part, "Tall, dark and well..." Jason's eyes wander
down below Leeds' folded arms...

"It's okay to estimate!"

"Uh, six or seven? Cut?" Jason guesses.

Before he happened upon Jason in the hallway, Professor Leeds was on his
way to find the custodian. All stripped down and ready to shower, he had to
redress in his grimy tank and shorts, skipping the socks and lacing up his
sneakers without them, because instead of his shower getting steamy, he
jumped out when `cold' rained down on him. Right now he was feeling pretty
steamy, "The reason I'm out here in the first place and not in the
shower..."

Jason listened intently, like being told something vital, like a lecture on
`how to breathe', finding out Manfredi had some quirks, the hot water
kicking out just when it was needed, responding, "I believe you."

"You do? I mean, why would you doubt..."

Smiling, Jason, forgetting the environment he's in, "Oh, no reason. I just
thought maybe you had dropped the soap, had no one to pick it up for you
and came running out here, in the guise of a jogger, looking for some
`male' to pick it up for you?"

Knowing they were both on the same page, like five minutes ago, Professor
Leeds is not intimidated by the teacher-student relationship, "Damn!"

"What?" Jason says, staring with eyes wide open.

"I think you've given me a boner!"

His chin dropping faster than Superman running around the block, "No way!"
Uprighting it just as quick, "I don't see anything?"

"The jock strap keeps it nice and `tidy'!"

By this time, Jason felt like chums, gathered at the local gay bar. Feeling
frisky, he inserts a finger, right into the elastic of the gym shorts...

"Oh shit!" Leeds backs away, the waistline snapping back.

Probably Jason should have felt intimidated by the professor's action,
realizing they indeed were not in a gay bar, but the highly acclaimed
school environment. Instead, since he felt so much comfortable conversation
had passed between them, replies, "I only wanted a little peek!" he giggles
it off, saying, "Sorry," but not really meaning it.

There were no harsh words, it never entering the professor's mind that he
should be whipping out a demerit pad and taking down what just occurred, a
student pulling on his jock pants and peering down inside, to get a glimpse
of his hard inches of caged, cut meat, just to satisfy a curiosity, "Uh, I
better get a move on it and find the custodian or I'll never make
dinner. Nice to have met you, Mr. Croft!"

Watching the professor jog away, Jason wasn't immune to the satiny shorts,
possibly enhanced by sweat, showing off two rounded melons.

"Hey professor?!" Jason exclaims.

Jogging back, Leeds asks, "What's up?"

"You didn't have to run all the way back here. I just wanted to tell you,
you have a nice ass!" Jason stood there, tongue in cheek, waiting for a
reply to his daring comment.

Noticeably glancing down, the prof replies, "Nice anatomy yourself there
Croft! Later!" he runs off like he's being chased down!

Turning, walking, Jason couldn't deny his lower anatomy wasn't responding
to... Everything about his knight in shining armor!

^o^

Itching all afternoon to beat off, none of the other by chance meetings had
done it for Jason. Leaving the quadrant where he conversed with Professor
Leeds, he realizes he never got the answer to his question. He was still
lost!

Without completing `eenie-meenie-miney-mo', both index fingers switching
around in different directions, he takes a step in the direction the
professor had come from, west or left. Dead silence permeated from the
hallway, until he heard a `grunt'. Part thinking, part imagination, Jason
exclaims, "Whoo-hoo!"

When he walks into the mens room, Jason is confronted by two guys he's
never met. The `bottom' dude's pants are down around his ankles, hands
holding onto the sink.

Top-fucker, even though ceasing the pulling-out, rather sinking-in, in a
rough demonstration of how much he's loving this, doesn't even turn to face
Jason, barking, "We're busy. Do your business and get the fuck outta here!"

"I just need to piss," Jason lies, unbuckling his belt and walking over to
a urinal.

Taking his sweet time, Jason works his cock out of his underwear, all to
the sounds of the disturbance of the peace, bottom man squealing, which
gives Jason an impression, `big tool!' It was a good place to be. Knowing
his intentions were not to use the urinal for hot piss, he still knew it
was better his hot jizz winding up on the floor. They could probably use
his DNA to track him down, should some student slip on his slimy creme and
break a vertebrae! With this dogma surrounding him, coupled with sounds,
Jason hasn't realized all the stroking has made his pants drop from his
torso, to his ankles.

Lost in his own erotic world, though still his ears picking up on the
sexual soundtrack, Jason is suddenly rocked off his foundation by the top
man shouting, "Now get outta here, whore!"

"Oops!" Jason whispers to himself, hand freezing on his precummed, sloppy
cock.

Not finished with what he started, `to pee', or ejaculate, as the case is,
Jason begins the coverup, reaching down to grab his jeans. `Oh shit!' he
says to himself, when pulling up, his briefs get trapped by his balls. Too,
it came to him, whereas taking a piss took roughly two minutes, it's
obvious, to come to full erection state, get in the mindframe and stroking
in full sync and almost to the eruption state, he had to be standing there
at the urinal for close to eight minutes?

"Long piss?"

"Huh?" Jason was startled, but acted cool right after.

Jason was instantly relieved the dude was not standing there next to him,
looking down into his jeans, seeing he had to physically deposit his slimy
junk in the pocket of his underwear before zipping up. Aware the dude is
standing at the basin, gazing into the mirror, combing his hair and
assuming the assumable, confesses-up, "Uh, yeah. I have to admit you two
guys got the best of me and... well, I've been pent up all afternoon..."

At first Jason divided his eyes between the combing top and what he was
doing, painfully stuffing his stiff cock into his tight jeans, doing his
troubling business of zipping up, fastening the button... It's then he
realizes, `now' the dude standing there, right next to him!

He could have sworn the dude was ready to punch him out for the petty crime
of wanting to get in on the action, even if remotely involved, but instead
the top says, "If I had the time, I would do you too!"

He was a pretty tough character, seemingly so. Sometimes tough guys like
that, which Jason took as guys who liked to bully other guys, stuff he
didn't go for, instead of backing down, which if the guy was hot enough, he
wouldn't mind taking it down the throat or up the ass, "Well, I haven't
come yet. All you have to do is drop your pants and hug the sink?"

"You think so," the top challenges. Rather than add pros or cons to Jason's
thinking, he diverts the subject matter, "Dinner call is in twenty
minutes. Trust me, you don't want to be late!"

"Uh, wait!" Jason calls out.

Probably the top dude had it on his mind, Jason caving in, "Yes?"

"I'm lost."

There was considerable disappointment. He was young, frisky, able to
reproduce twice in a row, replenishment instantaneous and this top thinking
Jason hot enough to `do him', though with the weird response, "Lost? Like
how does that go?"

"My friend, Graeme, he was showing me around, but had to go and..."

"Graeme, huh?"

"You know him?" Jason asks.

He assumed the position, exactly as Professor Leeds had done, and speaking
with authority, "Know him? If you're up for it, Graeme and me host an
occasional get together. If I knew your name, I'd mention it to him about
inviting you?"

A roundabout manner of introductions, Jason still doesn't let his top-guard
down, "You first?"

Relinquishing, something he rarely did, the top dude replies, "Poul Olaf."
He was good at reading people, however miffed because he could not get a
bearing on Jason. Perplexed, for now he accepted him as a `dominant top'
because, by Poul's definition, Jason was not behaving like a submissive
dude. Instead of roughly slapping Jason across the face, the way Poul liked
to play, he took his hand and behaved like a gentleman. Too, he was in a
public place, not behind an intimate, closed door and felt he had to
respond as such.

"Jason Croft," he welcomed the handshake.

Wearing a crude smile, Poul says, "I like you," and hardly a breath, "do
you like to fuck guys?"

Not ready to let down his guard, Jason replies, "Why? You versatile?"

Looking at his cell phone, Poul ever ready to rush off to an `important'
call, a `needy' client, leads Jason off subject, "I better catch a shower
before dinner." Off the wall question, "Who you rooming with?"

"That's the whole thing," Jason readies to start at the reason he's walking
the hall, "There's been a foul up. I was on my way to Dean Martin's office
to..."

"Cool!" The of Poul's voice bellows thoughout the mens room. "Perfect
timing!" Throwing his hands up in the air, the Scandinavian crash-lands
both palms on Jason's shoulders!

"What's cool and perfect?"

"You don't have a room." Cracking a half-smile, "I don't have a room
mate. Where's your stuff?"

He was all ready to be ushered out by way of the door, seemingly with no
choice in the matter. However, Jason had already gained approval of how he
perceived the gruff top, not to mention the tall blond, blue-eyed
bombshell's `long extension', half-planted. Knowing things needed upper
staff approval, "Don't we need to run this by Dean Martin?"

"Dean, schmean," trifling, Poul flutters it away, "I'll square it away with
the dean come Monday morning."

Without knowing Poul, Jason had the feeling his talk was not just `the
talk', him having `clout', for reasons he could only speculate on. He
sensed Poul wasn't giving him much choice in the matter, not that, with
roughly 30 hours before the beginning of the fall semester at Manfredi and
most rooms booked, he had little option.

Exiting one building, entering another, Jason is surprised by the familiar
surroundings, the lobby of the student dorms.

Choosing the elevator, rather than the brisk walk up 3 flights, something
which would not be a chore for either of them, Poul makes small talk of
their ride, "One of my favorite places to get it on," he pushes a button
which freezes the ascent of the elevator between floors. Joking, he says,
"Dammit! Stuck again!"

Standing to the back of the elevator, Jason reaches between Poul's arm and
torso, pushing the red button, restarting the moving cart, "I thought you
were in a hurry to get to dinner?"

Sliding his hand out, Jason flirts with placing his palm on the front of
Poul's shirt, unknowingly right over his bellyhole and planes it around the
Scandinavian's side, before returning it to his own person.

Any other guy, mostly they would be in a bundle on the floor, succumbing to
Poul's knee to the balls. Instead, Jason was given leeway, "I've got to
hand it to you Jason... You've got balls!"

Even though Poul had just emptied his own sacs, the reservoirs were quickly
being flooded, which made him think again about the room mate
situation. How easy it would be to get to know Jason if they resided in the
same environment, making it less of a chore to become buddies with a guy
who would fit in perfectly well with Graeme's and his Saturday night
parties.

Jason wasn't at all surprised Poul ushered him out of the elevator, hand
paving the way, with the greeting, `You first?' With his `rocket scientist'
mind, Jason had Poul already pegged. A tough guy like this doesn't lower
himself this way unless he wants something.

Likewise, on Poul's mind, they were both on the same train-track. Yet,
instead of a smooth ride, they headed in opposite directions, towards each
other. On a collision course, the 20 year old leading the way for now, in
hopes a time would come when he would totally fool the sheep led into the
lion's den!

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Copyright 2012 T. Chase McPhee

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