Date: Sat, 17 Oct 2009 16:38:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: GeTTiNG ReaDY FoR CoLLeGe 12

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 12
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

Every other guy Achilles met with, from the time he discovered the special
thing about himself, he's always assumed the leading role, top. However, as
the college school years drifted by, his wanting to come out to Tony, and
not doing so, became sheer torture. Too, seeing Tony with a homophobic
attitude, made him think he would never be able to set the truth free.

"Still feeling good Tone?"

"Oh yeah," Tony said in a soft, sensuous reply.

Painting Tony's abs-trail with his tongue, Achilles' hands still mesmerized
Tony with some gentle nip playing. If Tony was paying some attention, he
would have seen Achilles taking some potshot stares at him now and then,
Achilles finding it quite erotic hearing and seeing Tony under the spell of
his oral workout. All along, as he slowed his descent, he felt Tony first
poking him in the pubes, then stomach, then resistance when it came to his
chest. Right now, Achilles felt Tony's hard shaft alongside his throat and
he dipped his tongue into Tony's sweet, pungent bellyhole.

"Oh man Takos!" Tony commented on the feeling, a wet, pointed object
reeking pleasureable torture, darting deeply into his navel. By this time,
all was past regarding their struggle. Even though Tony wasn't admitting
anything in regards to the sexuality issue, he sure was enjoying the oral
workout and his sweet rendering gave Achilles rigid hold on Tony's bod a
break, allowing Tony's arms to be freed from the entangledment of his own
tee shirt.

It added to Achilles' own erotic emotions, seeing Tony willfully accepting
his delectable tongue-torture, hands parked behind his head, flaunting
those hot, hairy, Italian armpits. It was very strange, though he didn't
belabor the idea, him falling victim to bottoming for Tony. And even more
bizarre, even though Achilles was salivating quite a bit, he hungered to
feast on Tony's underarms.

"What're you doing Takos?"

He accepted the smile as Achilles doggie-walked his way up Tony's bod.

Tony noticed, "Oh man are you hard, Takos!"

"No different feeling my cock, than the circle jerks Tone, that is if you
feel like it?"

He was taking a big step in his life. This wasn't equivalent to the circle
jerks he, Achilles and his college friends participated in. Tony wasn't in
the position of standing next to one of his college dude friends,
exchanging hands-on cock experiences for the purpose of jerking off another
guy's shaft. "Um," Tony replied, sketchy on the detailing.

Leading the way, Achilles took Tony's hand, stretching out his arm so he
could reach further down the bed. "Come on Tone. I know you want to."

Tony bit his lip, figuratively, wanting to do it, but not wanting to do
it. So, he allowed Achilles to pave the way.

His bod formed a tunnel of sorts over Tony's bod, his dark chest and
stomach fur causing the cavern to be ill-illuminated. Achilles smiled when
Tony's arm grazed his stomach hair and made Tony groan out loud as if it
were the other way around.

Upon first touch, Tony's hand being placed no place in particular, just
somewhere making contact with Achilles' endowment, Tony responds with, "I
don't know Takos."

He took his hand away, Achilles automatically pulling it back, saying,
"Play with my balls Tony. It'll make me feel really good."

"Your balls? I thought I was going to stroke your cock?"

"Either," Achilles replies, "cock or balls. Play with both. It's all good!"
And to prove a point, Achilles slides his hand down, between the elastic
and hairy pubes of Tony's lower anatomy, wanting to play a little tennis!

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"How about `Beautiful Thing'?"

"Nah," Ferran replies. "I've seen it already. Good movie though. Hey, how
about this?"

"Seen it already. `Trick' has some really hot guys in it, at least the
`trick'!"

"I thought the piano player was cute," Ferran stood up for the under dog.

Then they both went for it, `Dante's Cove', Rico picking up the second one
of the series, after Ferran stole the first.

"I guess it's unaminous," Ferran says.

"Yeah," and voicing some opinion, Rico says, "I love it when Gregory
Michael is hanging by chains in the torture chamber, his naked bod waiting
to be sexually seduced!"

"Don't tell me."

"What?" Rico challenges Ferran.

"You wish it were `you' hanging by those chains?"

Rico stole the dvd box out of Ferran's hand, adding it to his. He proceeded
to check out, not paying much attention to Ferran.

Wandering about, Ferran looked at the various titles, but his mind was on
something else... or someone! "Ryan?"

"Yes? Oh Ferran!"

"I thought I recognized you, but with the goatee it was a little tough to
tell."

"How's it going? I haven't seen you since you were sixteen."

He was about to answer, when Ferran's eyes dropped to the title Ryan was
holding in his hand. "Are you like.. gay Ryan?"

"I could say I'm picking it up for a friend?" Ryan says jovially.

"Are you?"

"No."

They both followed with giggles.

"That's cool." And as to deliver a punchline, Ferran hints, "My friend and
I are renting `Dante's Cove'."

"I had a feeling, Ferran."

"About?"

"One gay sensing what the other guy is about? Um, more termed nowadays as
`gaydar'?"

"You thought I was gay Ryan? Why didn't you say something?" Ferran chose
his words.

Relaxing his pose, leaning on the fixture, legs crossed, weight on one
foot, "I thought it would be best to let nature take it's course. So, when
did you decide you were gay?"

Ferran laughs, in saying, "When I was in like fourth grade?"

"Oops!" Ryan says. "Really, I'm not surprised."

"And you know what?" Ferran asks.

"What?"

"I wasn't really surprised that that's a gay dvd you're holding in your
hand!"

"You little skunk! You knew all along?" Ryan said, straightening up,
assuming a more rigid position to dictate the way he felt. "I oughta take
you over my knee and spank you!"

"I'm not twelve years old anymore. But Rico, he might go for it?"

They exchanged smiles, each knowing what it meant.

"So you still in college?" Good thing it was a long line, something Ferran
was thanking his lucky stars for.

"My last year of grad school. If memory serves me correct, you're about to
graduate?"

"Yeah. Rico and me both."

"So, you and Rico, you're sort of boyfriends?"

"Um," Ferran wrinkles up his face, responding, "Nah, I wouldn't call it
that. More, we're friends."

"You do anything together?"

"How do you know Rico's gay?"

"You said you picked out `Dante's Cove'?"

"Oh right. Forgot," Ferran said.

"So, you and Rico sleeping together?"

Right here Ferran knew Ryan was seeking out some information, so made it
easy on his thinking brain, "No."

"Cool!" He answered Ferran like a teenager would. "How about you and I get
together and catch up on old times?"

Ferran knew, before Ryan came under his father's employ, he was having
financial troubles and didn't start college out full time. He quickly tried
calculating it in his mind, Ryan's age, but it was easier asking!

"How old do you think I am?" Ryan swung the comment back around.

"Oh, about thrity-five?" he pulled Ryan's chain.

"Try ten years younger?"

But before Ferran could respond, Rico was calling him over to the counter.

"I gotta go."

He went, but hadn't a clue Ryan was following!

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After some little league practice, Achilles moved into the big boys
stuff. Sitting there, his ass perched atop Tony's bellyhole, Achilles asks
outright, "Tone, what would think about sucking my cock?"

After wetting his lips, Tony, who has been staring at Achilles' hard, 9.5
inch shaft lying straight up his abs, the head resting almost evenly
between his pecs, states, "You're kidding, right?"

"It wouldn't make you gay or anything, Tone." And theoretically, the Greek
puts it, "Just a straight man curious to see how it feels to have another
man's hard cock inside his mouth, not to mention I think you might enjoy
it?"

It wasn't going over with Tony, but he did have curiosity about something,
"How about you? Have you gotten a guy off sucking his cock?"

Achilles sent a message, "I have, but don't make a habit of it. So you
game, Tone?"

"You first," Tony replied, not realizing the reverse application.

"Very well," Achilles accepted the dueling.

All this time, throughout each handling the other's cock and balls, Tony
has kept his briefs on.

Descending Tony's bod, Achilles' hands took Tony's briefs with them,
Achilles kneeling upright for the moments it took to rid Tony's pubes of
its coverling. "Ready?"

"I don't know." And still Tony was defending himself, "This doesn't make me
gay."

"Right Tone," Achilles replies, knowing differently. He had a ten percent
doubt. He very well knew Tony would love the blow job he was about to give,
but whether Tony followed through on his part of their dealing, that would
be the part which would zero out the ten percent of doubt!

Getting into position, straddling Tony's legs, then letting his bod slope
down to where his face `fell' into Tony's pubes, Tony had one last comment,
"You don't have to do this if you don't want to Takos?" Even though Tony
wanted him to!

Achilles' reply was opening wide, shoveling Tony's mostly hard shaft into
his mouth. He almost choked when Tony, upon feeling the warm, moist
absorbing his snake, jutted his ass upwards, driving his shaft almost down
Achilles' throat.

After coughing, Tony asks, "You alright Takos?"

"Yeah. No problem. Just went down the wrong tube," he explains as if food
picking the wrong entrance to his stomach.

"Like I said, you don't have to... oh-h-h-h-h!"

This time Achilles knew better!

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"Give me five bucks," Rico said, his attention towards the rentals.

"Damn Rico. I don't have my wallet!" Ferran replies.

However, right between them, a hand shows up, a five dollar bill attached.

Rico follows the flannel shirt, right up the forearm, the bicep and into
Ryan's face. "Are you like a god or something?"

Ryan answers Rico's question, fully understanding the thought behind Rico's
complimentary remark, questioning, "Are you the dude who likes to be
spanked?"

"Likes to be spanked?" Rico questions, turning his attention to his
friend. "What were you telling him?"

"Me? Telling `who' `what'?"

"You think I'm blind Ferran? I saw you talking to him for the last ten
minutes."

Giving up on the charade, Ferran says, "Rico, this is my `nanny'."

And then Rico got a series of chills running up and down his spine as Ryan
introduces himself, "Hi. I'm Ryan Harter."

"Harder?" Rico replies.

"Hart-'ta'-ter," Ryan corrects him.

"Ryan knows what you mean, so stop trying to be cute, Rico."

"I don't know," Ryan says, doing some psychological profiling, "a guy acts
the way he looks, so...."

"Great," Ferran replies, "you can contact Rico at his brother's
restaurant." He grabs Rico's arm and drags him out of the store.

"The dvd's!" Rico says after the movie store door shuts them out.

"You stoopid moron!" Ferran accuses him, opening the door to go back for
them.

"Somebody forget something?"

"Thanks, Mr. Hard-'der'!"

Two feet up the sidewalk, Ryan shouts, "Hey, you guys want to get some
pizza or something?"

"No!" Ferran answers.

"Yeah!" Rico says at the same time.

"No? Yes?" Ryan replies. "Is that a maybe?"

It's not that Ferran was totally opposed to Ryan following them back to
Gianni's Italian Restaurant, but a little perturbed over seemingly fired up
about meeting him after two years, making a fuss over him and then
diverting his attention to Rico. While Rico and Ryan made conversation,
Ferran tried talking himself out of being jealous!

%

"Oh-h-h-h... oh-h-h-h..." Tony moaned, with an occasional, "Mm-m-m," when
Achilles changed course, massaging his shaft by hand while his mouth teased
his balls. He was totally amazed at how a mouth could massage a guy's, his,
balls and make it feel so damn erotic. Too, he was hepped up on the fact he
allowed Achilles to knead his nips to the apex of giving pain and having it
translated to sheer pleasure, all to the gratification of his cock being
stroked by a pair of lips. "I'm getting close Takos."

It didn't matter to Achilles, who began to increase the pace, working
Tony's shaft with his lips, his face deep into Tony's pubic bush, then his
lips pursed around the flange of Tony's cock-head.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh fuck Takos!" Not registering, all Tony thought about is his
cock-cream shooting out and the continued massaging of lips, drawing the
lava from its magma chamber.

On the other hand, Achilles was thinking he wanted to get off too and while
Tony was deeply inhaling and exhaling, still in flight over his
mouth-induced jerk off, he would approach him with the reality of their
little tryst.

It was a good, good feeling and Tony was savoring the afterglow, until he
faced reality, Achilles' big one again sitting on his stomach, stretched to
the max of his chest fur.

Achilles knew Tony was feeling the reluctance of the situation facing him,
taking his cock in mouth. "You don't have to suck my cock if you don't want
to Tone."

"I don't? Cool!"

Part of his reaction to Tony relinquishing the priveledge, Achilles fell to
the wayside of Tony's bod and faced him, their bods lining up side by side,
Achilles' hands falling on Tony's chest, sliding down his abs. "Instead we
can kiss."

"What?" Tony replies, his nose wrinkled up like he smelled flat beer.

"I thought I'd give you a choice. Either you can suck me off like I did you
or we could do a little necking?" He waited for Tony's reply, other than
the face he made.

"How about neither one?"

Retracting his hand, Achilles swung one leg back abling him to reach the
floor and juxtaposing his bod in a way, he stood, replying, "Neither one is
fine Tone. If you want to go back on your word and woos out on me fine, but
then I think you better go find some other fool to hang around with!"

Realizing it, Tony had done it to his best friend again. In fast thought,
he tosses around the odds, the other guys are not going to know what went
on behind the closed door of his bedroom. And the final thing, he realizes,
he actually did have a curiosity to what a guy's cock feels like inside his
mouth. He didn't say it, but he did have `hunger pangs', a desire to feel
cock meat on his tongue. "Wait a minute Takos. You win."

"No Tone. Here I am, dressed and then I'm going to strip down only to have
you change your mind again?"

Totally convinced this was a once-in-a-lifetime incident, nobody is going
to find out about this and also piquing his interest, maybe more now than
before when Achilles had his shaft perched up on his bod, Tony makes his
first move, sitting up on the edge of the bed.

Achilles stood there, his jeans on, buttoned, zipped up and stopped by Tony
as he was about to fasten his belt buckle. He knew something was up, Tony
maybe giving in, yet he didn't trust himself on this one. Only Tony would
have to prove it would be a wise decision to open the flaps of his
pants. He waited.

They both waited as Tony stood in front of Achilles, looking down where
belt met the trail which led to Achilles' treasure.

"I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to do Tone."

"I know," Tony replies, his hand lifting, going to the task. Stifled,
Achilles does what he did minutes ago as he introduced Tony to his cock and
balls. He places both of Tony's hands at the button of his jeans,
reassuring, "Nobody is going to know what we did here today Tone."

It was a far gone idea for Tony, shelved somewhere in the filing cabinet in
the back of his brain. Prevalent were the feelings crossing Tony's mind, of
first stripping Achilles and then wondering which course to take after the
pants lingered around Achilles' ankles.

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They ate. They drank, and before long Rico was on the way to the kitchen to
refill the tin pie plate.

Reaching across the table, nudging Ferran's three-quarters full beer mug
out of the way, Ryan extended his hand, grasping the eighteen year
olds. "How would you like to come home with me tonight?"

"I think not!" Ferran came back with, uncoupling their hands.

Withdrawing his hand, Ryan reasoned, "Y'know, I'm not a child molester and
not that I had such feelings for you when you were sixteen, but I did care
a lot for you then and never lost sight that we might run into each other
years later?"

Trying to unravel Ryan's comment, Ferran asks, "Is that so?"

"First I want to apologize for trying to move in on you so fast. And,
simply put, I really loved you back then. When I saw you developing into a
man I began to have strong feelings for you Ferran. Of course I dared not
do anything which would constitute anything regarding a minor, but I
couldn't put away those feelings. Frankly, it was hell when your father
told me Tony was old enough to assume the responsibility of looking after
you."

Ferran had no idea, but he didn't have a chance for futher investigation,
Rico showing up.

"A nice, cheesy pizza with everything you ordered on it, Ryan!"

"Are you sure there's enough cheese?" he asks, looking down at the pie.

Rico informs, "You said `extra cheese', didn't you?"

"That I did."

While Rico and Ryan shared conversation, Ferran tried making sense out of
all of this talk between him and his former nanny. One thing stuck in his
brain, he wasn't turned off at all by what Ryan lay on him. He didn't say
it, but pondered over the fact it wasn't only Ryan feeling something for
him. Yes, maybe his thoughts about Ryan, when he was younger, were based on
fantasies conjured up as he lay in bed every night, using Ryan as the pawn
of sexual vignettes within his mind, but a lot of that trangressed into the
reality of really more than feelings of `liking' him.

"I think I can make do with one more beer," Ryan said, stopping to get the
last drop from his mug, "if you don't mind Rico?"

It bought some time, but not much Ryan figured.

Ferran had an itching to say something, "I don't think your feelings are
bad Ryan."

"I would hope not!" he smiled.

"I mean about having feelings for me and all." And Ferran wanted to
elaborate, but didn't have the time, Rico again turning up like a bad
penny.

"Here ya go Ryan. Mangia!"

Ryan downed his third beer, Rico bottoming out at two and Ferran still
nursing his first. His teen genes going into overdrive, he felt a wanting
to further his talks with Ryan. He sensed there was much left unsaid and a
need to set the record straight. After his last slice of pizza he went
`gung ho', chugging the rest of his beer.

Rico asks, "If you want to, you can watch `Dante's Cove' with us Ryan?"

"No, but thanks. I really need to get home tonight. I have an early class,
but I appreciate the thought."

Feeling the effects of his second mug, Rico goofs around, "Oh really Ryan?
How `much' do you appreciate it?"

"I think you better turn in early Rico," Ryan suggests.

Ferran says, "Um, I can't stay tonight Rico."

"What? We were going to watch the dvd," Rico adding, "and mess around a
little?"

"I know, but I forgot. Tony wants me home to talk to me about something
important."

"Oh," Rico registered his disappointment. "Okay. Maybe we can watch it
tomorrow after school."

"Yeah," Ferran agreed.

After Rico gives Ferran a hug he approaches Ryan, "How about a kiss
goodbye?"

"How about a handshake?"

"How about a hug?"

Ryan gave in to the hug, but made it very short. Outside the restaurant, he
offers, "Can I give you a ride home or is your car parked here?"

Ferran could have lied, but it wasn't part of his nature to do so, so he
leveled with Ryan, "My car is parked here, but I'd still like a ride home?"

They met with equal smiles, Ryan leading Ferran to his car. He thought he
gave Ryan quite a shock when, after sitting in Ryan's late model car,
seatbelts engaged, Ferran blurts out, "We're going home to your place,
right?"

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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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