Date: Thu, 29 Oct 2009 15:14:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: GeTTiNG ReaDY FoR CoLLeGe 13

You know the drill: 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.

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GeTTiNG ReaDY FoR CoLLeGe 13
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Oh fuck, Tone! That feels so, so awesome!"

The accolades continued almost incessantly as Tony worked like a pro on
Achilles' tool, sometimes taking it in his hand and licking up the sides,
then engulfing it to the max and using his lips to imitate a guy's
ass-ring. Gagging more than once was par for a beginner cock-sucker. Each
time, Achilles told Tony to slow down, make it last, which in Achilles'
mind wasn't going to be too much longer!

Achilles took a big chance, one which he knew Tony was going to turn down,
"How would you feel about me fucking you Tone?"

He was shot down!

However, the power of suggestion lingered about Tony and he could swear the
thought of it, implanted in his brain caused him to flex his ass
muscle. Pulling off Achilles' tall stalk with a pop and a slurp, Tony says,
"Okay, but you've got to take it slow. Real slow."

"Sure Tone. Don't you worry. You wouldn't feel anything but sheer
pleasure!" Same time, Achilles was thinking of the ten percent slowly
fading from his `gay tally' regarding Tony being a straight man.

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"Nice place," Ferran says of the home beyond the street as Ryan pulls up in
the small culdesac, a prelude to a greater acreage of property.

"It's my uncle's place. I rent a room from him."

"Oh, then you should probably take me home," Ferran raised a questionable
doubt about spending time with Ryan.

"One fact you should know about Uncle Noah?"

"What?"

"His partner, Raj Tomba?"

"Hmm, so `it' runs in the family, huh?" Ferran makes a gay-joke.

"Yeah," Ryan says as he leads Ferran to the door, "even the dog and the
parakeet are gay!"

"Um, your Uncle Noah, he isn't like crossbreeding them, is he?"

"Oh sure. He's trying to create a dog who can fly."

Ferran carries the joke further, "Or a parakeet who can bark?"

As soon as they are in the door, Ferran's eyes take in the interiors of the
contemporary home. "What does your Uncle Noah do for a living?" It was
based on the paintings hanging on the walls, the sculptures scattered
about. He didn't get an answer as he tinkled away on the eight foot grand
piano, playing a group of notes which did not match. "Who plays the piano?"
he asks, thinking Ryan has returned.

"I do."

"Oh, I thought you were Ryan."

"Raj Tomba. Are you Ryan's date?"

Figuring he was, Ferran replies, "Yes."

"It is a pleasure to meet you," Raj replies, crossing the floor and
offering his hand.

"Same here. Um, what are you listening to?"

Raj had a necklace of i-Pod wires hanging around his neck.

"Opera. Do you like it?"

"I don't know," Ferran replies.

"Here. You have to take a listen then!"

Raj wore the i-Pod on his bicep, but gave over the headphones to Ferran. It
took all of a few seconds for Ferran to unplug his ears and report, "I
think I'll pass. But thanks."

"Sure. Y'know it's a lot different going to one in person. Would you care
to go to an opera with us sometime?"

"Does Ryan like opera?" Ferran asks.

He limp wrist flicking, Raj replies, "Ryan adores opera!"

"I do not!" Ryan says, walking in the room with a bottle and two
flutes. "Ferran, is Raj bothering you with his opera stories?"

"For your information Ryan," Raj addresses him in a fem manner, "I haven't
had a chance to tell Ferran about my aspiring career as a baritone."

Ryan says to Ferran while pouring out two glasses of wine, "You're one of
the lucky ones!"

Ferran felt sorry for Raj. He was just trying to be nice. "So, you were an
opera singer Raj?"

"I'm warning you Ferran. Don't get Raj started. You'll be sorry!" He hands
Ferran a glass of wine and toasts him.

Ryan sips while Ferran looks into the tall glass.

"Don't worry. I didn't put any arsenic in it!"

When he tilted the glass back from his lips, after taking a sip, Raj was
gone. "Where'd he go?"

"Probably to lube up his tonsils!"

"With?" Ferran had a wicked thought.

"It would have to be his `own' lube. Uncle Noah is on a business trip in
Switzerland."

"Speaking of which, I suppose you didn't hear me before when I asked what
he did for a living?"

"He's a drug dealer!"

"What?"

Ryan laughs, filling him in, "He's into pharmaceuticals."

"Oh, that's a little different. Is he a salesman?"

"You think a salesman can afford an eight foot Steinway? He owns the
company," Ryan says, sitting down on the piano bench. "Come over here and
play with me."

"Uh, how do you mean that Ryan?"

"Anyway you want to take it!"

Then, cracking his knuckles, Ryan places his hands on the keys and begins
playing chopsticks!

"Bravo!" Ferran yells out when Ryan concludes his performance.

"So, what exactly did you think about me when you were sixteen?" Ryan
probed.

They clinked glasses, bottomed up and then Ryan set the glasses on the
floor.

"Believe it ot not I had fantasies about you."

"Oh really. Why don't you entertain me with one?"

"I don't know. I'm kind of embarrased."

"Nonsense," Ryan says, getting up from the bench and walking to the far
side of the room. Taking a long box, he removes a stick from it, igniting
it. On one knee he lights the fireplace. "Come on. Bring the glasses. We'll
sit here." Ryan stretched out his bod in one long skeletal posing and
reached for the bottle of wine.

"Here you go."

"Thanks," he says. "C'mon. Sit."

Lowering his bod next to Ryan, Ferran sat on a cushy blanket, taking up
most of the space in front of the brick fireplace.

"The room looks different from down here."

Ryan handed Ferran his glass, more fuller than the last one.

"I'm not used to drinking liquor, Ryan."

"Take your time. We've got all night."

At that, Ryan set his glass down and proceeded to unbutton his shirt.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting comfortable," he tore it out of his pants after unbuttoning. "How
about you?"

"Uh sure. Okay," Ferran gave in, grabbing his tee shirt at the bottom and
taking it off over his head.

"Except for the treasure trail, you haven't changed much," Ryan said,
balling up his shirt and tossing it on the sofa.

"You neither," Ferran replies, after casing Ryan's hairy front.

"So, you going to get me hard with one of your fantasies, Ferran?"

Ferran couldn't believe himself, how he was saying such suggestive
thoughts. More on the level of something Rico would say, it just came out,
"Can you do that in those tight jeans?"

"I like your thinking, Ferran. Such `grown up' thoughts?"

"I dunno," he excused himself, but paid close attention as Ryan pinned his
shoulders to the floor, lifted his ass to swoop his jeans down over it,
then lay his ass back down on the floor to turn them inside out over his
feet, removing them.

"Oh man, you're so damn smooth, Ferran," Ryan said as he crossed the line,
from his side of the fireplace to Ferran's.

Bracing his bod up by his palms flat on the floor behind him, he looked
down, watching Ryan fidget with his belt.

"Time to catch you up!"

The pants almost came off almost without a hitch, Ryan saying, "Oops!" Then
reminding, "Always remember to take your sneakers off before the pants!"

Ferran was thankful the blanket was soft and cushioned, as Ryan stood,
pulling, tugging his pants, his legs up in the air almost all the way, as
he lie on his back. "Um, Ryan, don't you think it would be easier to pull
my pants back up my legs and remove my sneakers?"

"Yeah, but I love seeing your balls bouncing around inside your briefs!"

Ferran was caught between Ryan's stoopidity, same time humoring him. "Hey
moron!"

"Who me?" Ryan stopped the shaking.

"Let go, huh?"

Ryan let go, Ferran's feet hitting the floor like a ton of bricks. He
proceeded to pull his backs back up enough so Ryan could tackle his sneaks.

"Man, you made me work up a sweat!" he said, removing the sneakers by the
heels, not even untying them.

"Me made you? You made you!"

Upon removing Ferran's socks, he says, "What have we got here?"

Ferran was bonked out of his gourd when Ryan met his foot halfway, raising
it a little off the floor and cocking his head. "Oh shit Ryan!"

"What?"

"Your sending shivers up my spine!"

"Like it?"

"Do you?" Ferran confronts him.

"Would I be licking your sweet foot if I didn't?"

Ferran molds his hand like a gun and `blows his brains out', falling back
on the blanket.

"Oh and look at these nice, hairy legs?"

Rolling his head back and forth on the floor, Ferran couldn't believe Ryan
getting all hepped up over his hairy legs. Never in a light year would he
have thought anybody would show an interest in their tongue licking away at
his hairy legs. But the nice thing is, he felt Ryan working his way up!

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"Tone?"

"What?" Tony asks kind of strangely, his voice half muffled by his face
leaning into Achilles' left pec.

"You did a great job sucking my cock. You know, it is probably the best
orgasm I've ever had?"

"I know," came the weird sounds, phonetically impaired by Achille's beefy
chest. Then, lifting his head, Tony observes, "I can feel it."

Five minutes prior to Tony crashing down onto his friend's bod, both had
stroked themselves into oblivion and now Tony lay there, trapping both of
their cock fluids between them. "Shit! There's a lot of cream in there,"
Tony says, sticking his hand in between them, somewhere around the top of
their abs and withdrawing it.

"Taste it Tone."

"What? Taste it? Ewie."

Tony watches in amazement as Achilles' takes Tony's hand and licks it like
the side of a drippy ice cream cone. "You're a sick fuck, Takos!"

"I tasted it. Now you're turn, Tone."

"Thanks, but I think I'll pass."

What could Achilles say? At least he's taken Tony over the threshhold,
initiating him in the practice of sucking his cock.

"Next time maybe."

"Um, like there's not going to be a next time, Takos. Remember? This was a
one shot deal?"

It put a cringe on Achilles' thinking, as Tony got up. "But I was kind
enough to let you out of feeling my shaft up your ass, because we agreed on
the next time we got together, Tone?"

And as Tony did a pushup off of Achilles' bod, he looked between them,
seeing their hair patterns wetted down around half of their stomach, all
the way down to their pubes. "I know Takos. Sorry."

But Takos wasn't so bent out of shape over it. At least he got his cock
inside Tony's mouth and that was an accomplishment in itself. "It felt good
doing so Tone. I'm very proud of you, you know?"

"Proud of me? What for?"

"For sucking your first cock. Next time it will be so much easier."

"I told you Takos. There's not going to be a next time. One shot deal,
remember?"

By now Tony was standing at the foot of the bed.

"I'm going to hit the shower."

Achilles lay there, watching Tony walk away. He still had hopes of
impregnating Tony's hot ass!

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"Oh-h-h that feels so nice!" Ferran said as he lay on the blanket in front
of the fireplace, arms affixed behind his head and tantalized by Ryan,
rubbing his nose and chin on his briefs.

His bod lying on Ferran's legs, Ryan tilts his head up to say, "I can still
listen?"

"Huh?" Ferran asks, positioning his elbows on the floor.

"One of your fantasies?"

"Oh. Well, sure. Um, I..." But before he got started, Ferran hints, "Must
be kind of dry tonguing my cock through my briefs, Ryan?"

"I guess I have permission to invade?"

And he had heard Rico say this, and thinking it fit the ocassion perfect,
"As long as I can divide and conquer?"

"I can't believe you're `so' inexperienced!"

Ferran couldn't either. He knew all the clever phrases, but when it came
down to it... he switched course, "Better hurry up Ryan. I think I'm
getting soft!"

"Not a problem," Ryan said with a cocky smile as his hands busied disrobing
Ferran's pubes. As he did, he states, "Oh man... look at all this luscious
hair!" And he dived right in, licking down around the base of Ferran's
cock.

"Oh-h-h," Ferran said, his elbows slipping out from under him. His eyes
still opened, he looked above, at the bottle of wine Ryan had placed on the
coffee table. He reached up, grabbed it and lowered it to the floor. He
couldn't find his glass, but nixed it. Pushing himself up with one arm, he
took a swig right out of the bottle. "Thirsty?" He asked Ryan.

"Yeah," Ryan responded.

Ferran thought it strange the way he said it and his thoughts proved
correct as Ryan proceeded to splash the wine on his pubes, up his bod.

"Ryan! You'll get the floor wet!"

"Not if I get there first!"

Figuring Ryan knew best, Ferran settled back. He then enjoyed his pubes
getting licked, feeling Ryan licking up his bod, but had to upright his
chest once more, when he heard Ryan slurping.

Ryan had just put his lips to Ferran's innie and inhaled. "Nice wine
glass!"

"It tickled," Ferran replies.

"Cool!" Ryan said.

And he couldn't believe it, Ryan taking the wine bottle and carefully
pouring it into his bellyhole! It all felt good, so what the heck did
Ferran care if Ryan refilled his `deep glass' several times.

About fifteen minutes later, "Hey, you awake?" Ryan said, his chest on
Ferran's. "Ha-al-lo!" He checked again, tapping on Ferran's chin.

Without opening his eyes, Ferran grinned.

"You faker!"

His eyes opened as he giggled. "I thought maybe you got drunk refilling
your `glass' so many times!"

"Yeah. I can't believe I got so obsessed with your navel."

Ferran giggled.

"What?"

"Must had been... you forgot about listening to my fantasies about you!"

"That's right!" the twenty-seven year old replies. "And I'm not going to
move from here until you tell me!"

"Oh, I thought we could get comfortable in bed and I could tell you a
goodnight story!"

Ferran began laughing his ass off, Ryan saying, "Okay. C'mon!" He was up on
his feet faster than you could say `oh fuck'!

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"Takos! What are you doing?"

With the bi-fold shower doors half open, one of Achilles' feet already in
Tony's territory, he says, "Room in there for me?"

With the water streaming over Tony's shoulders, making his bod hair seem
all runny, he thought.

He preyed on Tony's thoughts, "It won't mean you're gay, Tone."

"I suppose it's okay. After all," he drew on experience, "we all use the
same locker room shower." But he didn't turn around to face the faucets.

Not doing so, Achilles turns his back, "Tone, how about soaping up my
back?"

Tony thought about it for a second. It came back to him what Achilles had
said to him before all this stuff began, how nobody was going to know
except the two of them. "Why not!" he said. "I only have bath gel. That
okay?"

And what an advantage, Achilles taking the burden of having his chest and
stomach creamed with both of their loads. He suggests, "Don't forget my
chest, Tone. I don't want any cum on my clothes."

Another hurdle, Tony didn't even think. With Achilles' hands up, placed on
the shower wall it was easy enough to slide his hands around.

"O-oh Tone... feels real good."

As far as Tony was concerned, he didn't care about his hands, but dwell
more on his cock, lubed by the dripping soap off of Achilles' back, washing
into his ass crevice, then Tony's cock lying right in between, like a hot
dog in a bun. "Sure does," he replies, moving his feet, pressing up on his
toes a bit, then lowering his heels to the tub floor, doing it over and
over, his cock benefitting from the rubbing on of both sides.

It would be silly to think Achilles wasn't sensing this erotic feeling. As
Tony had thought back to the beginning of their sexual escapade, Achilles
had gone back further, thinking he might have to do some compromising
things. However he was quite surprised when he pressed his ass backwards.

"Oh shit Takos!" Tony exclaimed when his hand felt up his cock. It was rock
hard!

In a deep, sensual vocal rendering, Achilles says, "Don't fight the feeling
Tone."

Tony's mind drew some conclusions. He actually was in a mesmerized state
before he realized his rock hard condition. He also found he wasn't
thinking of some `babe', but his best friend when he came to realize his
shaft rubbing up and down the hot dog bun. Having reservations of what
Achilles was suggesting, Tony says, "Um, you don't mean what I think you
mean?"

Achilles really would have preferred it the other way around, but he wanted
to also erase the doubt of that 10% which was still lurking in his mind. If
he had to go to greater `lengths' to have it proven, he would have to
extend himself a bit more. "Uh, yeah Tone. That's what I'm saying!"

There the two stood in the shower, neither Tony and Achilles both unsure of
where they wanted to this to go. More or less, it hung in the balance of
Tony's decision.

"You want me to fuck you Takos?"

Well, it wasn't exactly what Achilles meant, but like he figured, that 10%!
He even made it sound very appetizing, "Every man should try fucking
another man at least once in their life Tone. Doesn't matter if your
straight or gay?" `Whew!' he said it and got through it without even
goofing up!

Figuring Achilles must know what he's talking about, Tony asks, "Um, do
like other straight guys `usually' do this kind of stuff, Takos?" He took a
gulp, more water swallowing as it was already wet.

"Of course!" And he made his decision to say so, fabricating, "You think
Jay, Pete, Marty or Gregg are any different than you?"

Tony stood there, astounded, hearing of his fellow straight buds, thinking
they would ever, "Jay? Pete? Marty? I can't believe it. I figured Gregg or
any of them would only have an interest in..." `Babes?' "Do they really?"

"Tone, would I lie to you?" Achilles hoped to God he would never be caught
by Tony telling this big fat bunch of lies.  With his hands plastered on
the wall and unavailable to add expression to his pleading, in his mind he
did the sign of the cross!

Then, it made a full grin fill Achilles' face when Tony replies, "Y'know?
Maybe I am kind of curious Takos?"

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"Well, one of my fantasies," Ferran starts in as the two lay in Ryan's bed,
Ferran cozy in his arm, "is... well I kind of got this from a James Bond
movie..."

"Which one?" Ryan asks, as his hand is feeling up Ferran's smooth stomach.

"I forget. The one where Bond is fastened to a table and there's a laser
ready to cut his crotch in half?"

"Goldfinger, I think. Um, like you didn't have the desire to cut my crotch
in half?"

"Get real Ryan. No, but I thought of how it would feel to separate your ass
with my cock!"

Ferran's laughter started Ryan into doing the same.

When the air cleared, Ryan says, "So, you want to tie me down and separate
my ass?"

"Don't you think it would be more meaningful if we worked up to it and did
it the natural way?" Ferran differed.

With that, Ryan slipped his arm out from under Ferran's head, getting up
from his lounging position.

Ferran seemed perfectly contented lying there, firming up the pillow under
his head with both hands. Gone were other thoughts about anything Rico said
or did. There `was' an unrelated thought though, thinking how he fibbed to
Rico so he could be with Ryan. Shutting it out, he went thinking he was his
own man now and what has been a prelude up to now, he was totally
uninhibited about doing anything sexual with Ryan. After all, he was
eighteen and by now most gay teens his age have either already done what
he's about to do or are on the same plane.

With a mixture of wine and sweat, Ryan was more than drawn to
Ferran. Instead of the foreplay he slay Ferran with before, he parted legs
and sloped right down, opening his mouth as he went and took in the
pleasurable tool.

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