Date: Sat, 19 Sep 2009 13:31:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: GeTTiNG ReaDY FoR CoLLeGe 10

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.

%

GeTTiNG ReaDY FoR CoLLeGe 10
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"I think you'll ace the French test, Rico."

"I think I'll be lucky if I pass!" Rico says, with a lot less optimism.

Ferran cocked his head, then replies, "You know, if you show some
confidence in yourself you might just pull it off Rico?"

"Maybe," Rico replies, but has other thoughts on his mind. Closing his
French text he asks, "Can we do it now?" Rico throws himself into the bed.


Sitting there in one of the wooden chairs in Rico's room, the upstairs of
Terranova's Restaurant, Ferran crosses his arms in front of
him. "Rico-o-o-o?"

"We don't even have to do anything. Just lie here with our arms around each
other." Still seeing resistance, Rico offers, "We don't even have to take
our clothes off."

Maybe he wanted it to, but was trying to keep reserved. Up until this past
week David Morris was his best friend, but now Rico had surpassed the
prerequisites. Getting up, he surprises Rico out of his gourd, saying as he
pulls his tee shirt off from behind, "Now what fun would that be, having
our clothes on!"

"Oh yeah! Awesome dude!" Rico exclaims with excitement, following Ferran's
lead, sitting up and yanking his tee shirt off over his head. "Like what do
you want to do?"

"Lay down first, would be a start," Ferran says, the buckle of his belt
unfastened, the zipper making the sound a zipper makes when unzippered.

Even though Rico had a late start, he was ahead by a mile, his pants
already at his ankles, pulling them off by the cuffs.

Stepping out of them, Ferran folds his jeans nice and neatly, placing them
over the chair by the computer hutch. "Oops!" He says when all the change
rolls out of the pocket. He bends down and begins picking them up, naming
them as he goes, "Dime, quarter, quarter, penny, penny, penny, dime..."

Feasting his eyes upon the briefs stretched over Ferran's ass made Rico
salivate. Finishing the strip job, he knelt and crawled on all fours over
to the edge. The clothed ass was right in his face. He dared himself to do
something he only read about or saw dudes on the internet do. Leaning
forwards, he stuck out his tongue and touched the fabric.

"Rico?" Ferran shouts as he straightens himself up and turns to face
him. "Did you just try to do what I think you did?"

"In the porn video I saw they do it without any briefs on," Rico replies
without further explanation, which meant he `was' doing what Ferran thought
he was `doing'.

Bringing it all out in the open to make sure they were on the same page,
Ferran says, "You tried to lick my ass!"

"Yeah." As a hint Rico adds, "I've got my briefs off.

Ferran would not have noticed unless he looked around or under Rico. "Next
time tell me before you do it?" he scolded as his thumbs dug into the
waistline of his briefs. And actually, he was getting a kick out watching
Rico stare at his pubes as he lowered his briefs. So he did it slower, then
hiked them up!

"C'mon. Stop being a tease Ferran!"

He laughed at both Rico and his own joking around. He wasn't finished. This
time he lowered his briefs to the base of his teen cock, then pulled them
up.

"Stop it!" Rico said. This time he wasn't allowing Ferran to get away with
it. He grabbed at them, his hand tearing down and inside out, which made it
impossible to pull up without untangling them.

When Ferran reacted, backing away, the elastic tore out of Rico's
hand. "Ow-w-w-w-wch! Oh fuck!" he shouted, hopping around the room.

"Yikes! I'm sorry Ferran!" Rico said, knee-walking to the edge of the bed
and then walking over to his buddy. "Are you okay? Like I didn't damage
anything did I?"

It stunned Ferran's balls for all of thirty seconds, but then left a
tingling sensation, then nothing. "I won't know Rico, until I have to
either piss or jack off."

"Do you have to piss?"

"No."

"Then we have to get you off!" Which delighted Rico. "But we've got to get
`them' off first?"

"I'll do it," Ferran shooed his hand away.

They were joking, Rico asking, "You don't trust me?"

Ferran shot him down, "Nope!"

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"What do you think they are doing up there?" Gianni points a wooden spoon
to the kitchen ceiling.

Andres replies, "Probably the same thing we would be doing if it was `us'
up there!"

"No-o-o-o. My baby brother..."

"Gianni you've got to let him go. Rico is eighteen and graduating from high
school. He'll be a collegiate in September and then striking out on his
own."

"I suppose," he says low-keyed, getting back to stirring the tomato sauce.

Making up balls of pizza dough, Andres stops what he's doing, wiping his
hands on his apron as he moves over behind his lover. He slides his hands
in between Gianni's arms and bod, giving him a bear hug. "I really think
Rico will be fine. You brought him up and I think you did a marvelous job
hon."

"I just worry."

"And that's justified. I would if I were in your place. In fact at times I
share your concern."

"Thanks," Gianni says, tapping the wooden spoon on the side of the pan.

"I was thinking of something?" Andres readies to unload an idea.

Turning around, which loosens his lover's arms, "Of?"

"About the spring break his friend's brother is going on. Why don't you
offer up the beach house to Rico and his friend for the same period of
time?"

Gianni thinks on it. "You know it might a good idea. Keep tabs on Rico and
at the same time save a bundle of money."

Sensing something, Andres replies, "Of course without us being there."

"I don't know Andres. Rico doesn't know anything about turning the electric
on and making sure the stove lights and..."

"Not a problem. We can go down, make sure everything is copacetic and then
leave the place to them."

"Spend three hours driving from Montclair to Surf City just to turn the
water on?"

"Um, well," Andres tries to think up more.

"Then another three hour trek to reverse everything?" Gianni complains.

"I've got it!"

"What hair-brained scheme is it this time?"

"Will you cut me a break, Gianni? You've got to admit I'm saving us at
least three grand here?"

Mellowing out, Gianni says, "Yeah. Well, okay. So what's your plan?"

"We get to the beach house, make sure everything's copacetic..." Andres
stops. "Deja vu! I think I just said that!"

"You did, now want to get on with it?" Gianni rolls his eyes.

Smiling, Andres got on with it, "We make sure..."

"Everything's copacetic, yeah and?"

"Then we get a room at a motel and hang around for a few days."

"Motel?" Gianni differs. "Why would I want to stay at a motel when I own a
quarter-a-million dollar beach house?"

"Because," Andres sets him straight, "Rico and his friend will be staying
there. Don't you remember spring break in college?"

Gianni informs him, "At cooking school we don't have spring break!"

"Oh. But anyway, if you did you would have discovered what it's all about,
about being away from the pressure of rules and regulations, following the
beat of a different drum."

"Where do you come up with these, Andres."

"Come up with what?"

"'Copacetic'? The `drum bit'?"

"Oh, my dad. He was always using these phrases to prove a point, like, `for
whom the bell tolls'."

"And what would that mean?"

Andres replies after a shrug of his shoulders, "I don't know. He never
explained it, but I used to go along with him and say, `Okay dad.'"

"You went along with something you don't even know what it means Andres?"

"Yeah, but never mind. What do you think about what I've said?"

"I suppose we could leave Xavi in charge."

Andres fills him in, "You have often said it to him and I know he looks
forwards to the responsibility of trying out his managerial skills. Maybe
it's time you tried him out?"

"You make it sound dirty, Andres!"

Andres cocked his head to one side, "It's only dirty if you think it's
dirty, loverboy!" And then cuddling up to him, waist to waist, Andres
pokes, "So what do you think? The boys have their ten days down at the
beach house and you and I have our fun vacation?"

"Still don't see why we have to stay at a motel, when I bought the beach
house for...."

Putting his finger to Gianni's lips to shut him up, Andres replies, "Think
of Rico and his friend. They don't want two old farts hanging around."

"Mind you, I'm not an old fart. When I'm eighty then you can call me an old
fart!"

"Okay young fart!"

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"Hey, I got an idea."

They lay there naked in bed, Rico laying on top of Ferran, his navel
situated over his friend's pubes, arms folded across his chest, chin
midchest, in the place where the little patch of hair is growing in on
Ferran's chest.

"What?" Ferran inquires as he's relaxing, hands behind his head, flaunting
his hairy teen pits.

"If Tony doesn't come up with a place maybe you and me could go down the
shore and stay at Gianni's beach house."

"Beach house? Cool! Where is it?"

"Surf City."

"I can't picture where it is," Ferran asks, as the two stare eye to eye.

Sliding his bod off of Ferran, Rico takes up position next to him as he
explains, "We are here, okay?" He begins using Ferran's front as a map, his
finger poking him dead center, right nip.

"It felt better when it was your tongue, but it still feels good!"

"I'm trying to explain where Surf City is, okay?"

"Okay. I won't interrupt you again," Ferran gave his word, but knew he
would be breaking it!

"We travel all the way down here," his finger wades through the dense
foliage of Ferran's midchest, down his stomach and as he rounds Ferran's
deep innie with his finger, "and this is where Surf City is."

Feeling promiscuous, Ferran pushes Rico's hand down to his pubes as he
asks, "And is this Cape May?"

Thinking Ferran's mind on more than a mapping of the length of New Jersey,
Rico gobbled up `Cape May'!

%

All night Tony had a million things on his mind. Not a million, but the
three things which made it seem like a million voices telling him to
concentrate on one, each of the three eating away at him. First to put to
rest, since he could not conjure up any motels or hotels in Aruba which
showed vacancies, he put it out of his mind. Secondly, after working on a
term paper which had to be in before Spring Break began, he more than
half-finished before saving and exiting it. Now, with two down and one to
go, the toughest task on his mind, he sat in his chair and tried
relaxing. He couldn't. Even though he had two other subject matters to deal
with tonight, the third kept interrupting his thoughts, which is why Tony
has had to sit at his computer for two and a half hours.

"Dammit Takos!"

Blaming his best friend... his only friend, Tony began to replay the whole
afternoon in his mind, like an annotated sketch. More or less he left out
the boring parts and got to the good ones. Going from a perspective of
`liking it or not', Tony thought about looking at Achilles shirtless. At
first he thought he was thinking about the physique from an artistic frame
of mind, but soon he found his hand on the inside of his thigh, working
it's way dangerously close to his jewels. Slouching in his chair, Tony
closed his eyes and allowed himself to fantasize. He let himself confront
Achilles' with a more willing attitude. Going back to where Achilles placed
his hands on his hairy pecs, Tony began to massage them. What he hadn't
realized is, he began the dream-like scenario by one hand rubbing his own
stomach, working it's way up to his right pec.

"O-o-oh!" he sighed when his right thumb moved in circles around his right
nip.

Soon his thumb was strumming his rock-hard nip and Tony was loving it. So
much electricity was shocking through his bod, he felt compelled to get his
left hand involved. At first it was massaging his nips, then progressed to
wanting a more `intimate' experience. He pulled up his tee shirt and parked
it behind his neck. Looking down upon himself, Tony found his two pink nips
amidst the forest of fur covering his pecs. His head dropped back, catching
on the first slat of the wooden chair as he moaned in pleasure, resulting
from the fingering.

"M-m-m-m," Tony reacted.

But a far more satisfying reaction was happening in his crotch.

He took it from his computer desk to the bed, pulling off his tee and
parting his zipper on the way. All remaining, Tony's briefs stood up like a
teepee. Lying down on the bed, his hands went to it, right after his palms
took up with Achilles' idea of a hand massage. However, as the sensitivity
grew, so did Tony's reaction down below. One hand had to leave, his right,
sliding down his hairy front and under the elastic of his briefs. Closing
his eyes, he didn't picture some babe, but rather his good friend `Takos',
there in the room. Instead of on the floor and straddling him, `Takos' sat
on top of him. With his eyes closed, his fantasy drew him onward, Tony
thinking of lying there like `Takos' did, hands behind his head and his
good friends' hands all over him.

"Yeah Takos... do me..."

It hadn't set in yet, Achilles' last remark before he cut out on him this
afternoon. All which mattered to Tony was his bucking hips, as his right
hand went to town on his shaft, almost brutally stroking it. Afterwards,
after he shot multiple ropes of cum on himself, would he glide a hand over
his left pec and realize it, from touch and seeing, how Tony had brutally
worked the now reddish spot on his pec.

"Oh shit!" He cried out with astonishment.

Feeling it, `whoa-ing' how he must've unconsciously had mashed it so much
it was inflammed! But, being his first time at getting off with other
thoughts on his mind, Tony began to analyze it all. Was it thinking of
`Takos' as doing it, which got him off or was it touching himself, the
electricity of mashing his own nip, which sent volts of power to his
stroking shaft. He came to the conclusion it was `all' of it!

As Tony lay there on the bed, his right hand making use of the puddles,
feeling up the spent semen, using it to lube himself, his hand working his
deflated cock, then traveling up the wide trail, dipping his lubed finger
into the deep recess of his bellyhole, both hands finally ended up on his
nips.

"I can't believe how good it feels!"

It was about him, all his thoughts thus far, but with the awesome orgasm
out of the way, Tony pushed away thoughts of lodgings in Aruba and his term
paper, instead dwelling on `Takos'. Strangely, Tony picking up on last
words said, he wasn't at all moved in the wrong way, saying to himself,
"Takos is gay, huh? Who woulda thought?"

The doubted part, Tony ran over Achilles' bod from top to bottom. First he
pictured him as an ordinary guy on campus, the hoodie, slacks and
sneakers. Normal. But as Tony's mind began to focus on other matters it
left himm with something very curious on his mind. Size!

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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee

This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior
consent from the author.



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