Date: Sun, 13 Dec 2009 00:37:16 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: GeTTiNG ReaDY FoR CoLLeGe  18

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.

%

GeTTiNG ReaDY FoR CoLLeGe 18 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

"This is not at all how I expected your invitation to turn out, Maurice,"
Tony said as he and Maurice shared the bed, leaning up against stacks of
pillows while Maurice's three 'pieces of property' and Tony's 'inherited'
boy took turns massaging with tongues and hands.

"Yeah," Maurice gloated without placing himself too high upon a pedestal,
"I'm proud of my achievements and how hard work and perserverence has paid
off over the years," he says as he directs one of his boys' heads to his
left armpit.

"Mind if I ask what business you are in, Maurice?" From the beginning, from
when he lay eyes on Maurice in the club, he knew him to be no
fratboy. Contrary, he seemed either ready to leave the late 20's or already
amid the early 30's of life.

Maurice went on to elaborate, switching the 'pit-boy' to licking his chest
mat, "I actually started out as a client of the business I now own." He
drops mental direction to tell the tan-skinned Colombian frat, rather
bluntly, giving a false-slap-up-the-side of his face, "Hey! What'd I tell
you about the teeth boy?"

"It won't happen again sir!"

Smiling as his face cruises the place stricken, gently rubbing the
smooth-stubbled skin, "It was feelin' mighty good up until then, okay boy?"

A smile back, Javier replies, "Thank you sir."

"Now where was I?"

"Your business?" Tony replies, having to replace Kevan's head back down
between his legs, after 'his boy' too had viewed the altercation between
Maurice's boy's mouth and cock. Tony was learning!

"Oh yes... When I was modeling for 'Interactive Modeling', the owner took
an interest in me, helped me make it up the totem pole of the modeling
world and after the accident..."

"Accident?" Tony asks.

They both divided their attention between their conversing and Kevan, who
had popped his mouth off Tony's tall stalk, with curiosity over Maurice's
event in his life.

"It's okay if he listens, right?" Tony asks Maurice.

Laughing, Maurice senses Javier doing the same even though he keeps on
tantalizing his cock. "I can't tell you what to do Tony. He's your
property. You do as you like with him."

"Property. Nah. This is just one night when a coupla guys meet at a bar and
have a little fun."

But it's not how Kevan, nor the others pictured it. Again, Maurice sensed a
shift in Javier's suck-job, along with Seth, the hot blond munching on his
chest-pec, who instantly switched from nip-mouthing to licking his tongue
over, a sneaky way of thinking he's pleasing the master while commanding
his own attention to the 'master-talk'.

"Tsk-tsk-tsk," Maurice gestured, like 'shame on you', "Tony, Tony, Tony..."

"What?"

"Javier? Seth?"

"Yes sir?" Javier replied, along with Seth copycatting, the two drawing
their attention to Maurice's command.

"Go play with each other in the other room."

Two 'Yes sirs' rang out, the two hopping off the bed and jiggling their
goods as they took off and high-tailed it out of the bedroom.

Nodding, hinting Tony, Tony says, "Oh right... um, Kevan, go play with the
other guys."

Kevan very politely excused himself.

Thinking Maurice wanted to have a private pow wow, Tony waited until Kevan
left, closing the door at Maurice's request, then asked, "So what's with
all the hush-hush secrecy?"

"Tony," Maurice said, turning on his side and slipping a couple of inches
down in the bed. His arms went around Tony, coaxing him into a
front-to-front combo. "There's a few things you need to know babe, before
we go on any further tonight..."

Tony got to wondering about Maurice. Unlike a few seconds ago, Maurice
playing the part of the big top, instead he was treating Tony like he was
Maurice's master. He began pawing his hands up and down his back, closing
the gap and rubbing bods, moving apart only to lick Tony's chest, take a
taste of his nip, then work his way back up to his face, rubbing cheeks.

"C'mon," Maurice said, literally taking Tony's arm and moving it to his own
side, trying to get Tony to replicate his hand moves, rubbing his shoulder
blades and beyond. "Don'tcha like me?"

"Sure I do Maurice, but aren't you supposed to be a topguy like me?"

Bowling Tony over was part of his answer, Maurice sinking towards the foot
of the bed, explaining as he traveled, "When I have my two boys working me
over with their mouths, sure I am. But while the cats are away the mouse
plays!"

"Oh-h-h-h-h!" Tony says when Maurice takes both of his pecs in hands and
mashes them, his tongue traversing the hairy path to his pubes. "But..."

"You don't like?" Maurice says, a quirky, toothy smile on his face as his
hands disengage, one taking Tony's balls, circling them, making them bulge
in his sacs as the other hand forms a cockring around the base of his
shaft.

"Sure I like it Maurice. I was just under the impression... I thought you
were going to talk about Kevan?"

"One sec Tony, okay?"

Tony could have given Maurice an hour, after he dove in and shoved his fuck
tool right on into his mouth. Then after licking it, like a popsicle,
slurping off it, Maurice plunges back next to Tony in bed. "Love the taste
of you Tony. We gotta get together more often."

Sure, Tony loved the expert blowjob, no matter how short, but he wanted an
explanation to what went on tonight, or rather what was to go on after
tonight.

He didn't say anything, so Maurice picked up the slack, "Achilles told me
you were 'green', but I didn't realize you had no clue Tony."

"Takos? I mean Achilles? You know him?"

"He's the one who helped me make up my mind."

"You lost me Maurice," Tony replies as he turns on his side to face
Maurice's flat-out bod.

He smiles, taking Tony's hand and placing it on his stomach, a hint to
'touch'!

Tony removes it, "Forget Takos... I mean Achilles. What about Kevan?"

"Oh, you don't want to hear about me and Achilles?"

"Yes, but it's getting late and... and Kevan seems like a sweet guy and I
don't want to see him go away tonight hurt. I want to say the right thing
so he doesn't walk away from this with a bad feeling. Am I making sense?"

"Do you like him?"

"He's very good looking and seems very sensitive, the reason I want to know
how to handle this. I thought Demmie was taking me to a gay bar for a few
drinks."

Maurice helps analyze, "Well let's see Tony, you think Kevan's cute, but I
think more important here, you're concerned about him?"

"I want to do the right thing," Tony replies, not realizing he enunciated
his last thought by tapping his fingers on Maurice's stomach, the very
thing he avoided five minutes prior.

"If you like him even on the surface, the right thing to do is have a
second meeting with him. He's going to ask you either way."

"How do you mean?" Tony asks, his hand flattening out on Maurice's hairy
abs.

"Before he leaves tonight he's going to ask you if you like him. They all
do. You better think about what you're going to say. You'll only have one
chance Tony."

"I'm not sure how to go about even the thought process," Tony replies.

The two exchange positions, Tony flopping over on his back, Maurice, who
has known he's gay since about twelve years old, about eighteen years
experience of the feeling, some of those years in the sack with other guys,
lends expertise as he runs a finger up and down the dark trail from Tony's
midchest to bellyhole and back, "You know, a boy can mean a lot of
different things to a 'master'. To some he's just a thing, a servant to
clean his house, do the laundry and shopping. To others he could very well
be someone along the lines of a boyfriend or even partner, turning the
master-slave relationship on and off at will."

Tony perks up, "Now that's what I was thinking of when I walked into the
bar with Demmie tonight. Oh, do you know Demmie? Demetrius? Takos'... I
mean Achilles' brother?"

"I 'know' Demmie, yes. A real slut with the masters!" Maurice chuckles.

"Holy cow! Which reminds me... I came to the bar with him and left him
there!"

"Calm yourself Tony," Maurice says in soft words, but also actions, running
his flat palm up Tony's bod, feeling up the moist chest fur, "it's part of
the scene. I'm sure Achilles' is watching over him, but believe me, if
Demmie latches onto a master for the night, if the 'dom' gives him what he
wants, you have nothing to worry about."

"Oh right. The 'dog' thing," Tony says.

Maurice smiles, knowing Tony has only skimmed the surface of Demmie's
'interests'. "Getting back to Kevan, what would you say to him if I were
him and popped the question?"

"What question?" Tony asks, not remembering.

"Do you like me?" Maurice said it, toying, making it like Tony thought it
was Kevan doing the bidding, but wanting the question answered with him in
mind!

"'Sure I like you', is what I'd say," Tony replies.

"And you'd stand there with your hands in your pockets while you watch him
go, right?"

"Should I shake his hand and thank him?"

Tony could feel the bed rock from Maurice's unspoken attempt at trying to
digest his laughter.

"A hug would be more appropriate and if you sensed something more, a kiss,"
Maurice tried staying calm.

"On the lips?"

"If that's the way you want to leave his opinion of you."

Tony clarifies, "I thought there or maybe on the cheek, depending on how
I'm feeling at the time. Too, what would Kevan want to do?"

"He'll wait for your lead, or if he were a straight-laced boy, he might
drop to his knees and kiss your cock."

"Do what? Kiss my cock?" With light laughter, Tony replies, "Now that's a
little weird!"

Again Maurice had a fit of the chuckles, but this time laughed out
loud. "Tony, I have the feeling the 'master-slave' life isn't for you!"

"I think you're right," Tony replies. "If you ask me it's a lot of work for
getting the same thing for going through the normal motions of having
normal gay relations with a guy. The only thing is..."

"What?"

"What do I do about Kevan?"

Maurice sets Tony pondering, "What do you 'want' to do about Kevan?"

%

Finishing up the dining part of the evening, between the swimming and
Ferran taking the upper hand from pool to 'one' lounge chair, then wine
with dinner, apertifs after dinner and now a small glass of brandy, he was
ready to crash, asking, "Do we have school tomorrow?"

"Yes, we have school," Zack looks at his watch, not that he didn't know
about what time it was, "today!"

"What time is it?" Ferran shows alertness.

"Almost half past two."

Instead of getting in a frenzy, Ferran slouches in his chair a bit and
speaks frankly, "I had the best time of my life tonight."

"It's not over," Zack replies.

Holding his tummy, Ferran says, "I don't think I can eat or drink any
more!"

Giggling, Zack replies, "You don't have to. You just lie there in my bed
and let me do the nibbling!"

"In your bed?" Ferran perks up.

"Something bothering you?" Zack asks, knowing there could be.

"Don't you think we should wait till I graduate?" Ferran acts cautious.

"There you go," Zack extends his arm the short reach across the table,
cupping his hand under Ferran's chin, his thumb massaging the teen stubble,
"worrying about you or still about me?"

"Me? They can't do anything to me, but you. What about you, a
teacher. They'll right away look at it as your seducing your student. And
then they'll blow everything all out of proportion and... and..."

"And just think," Zack hypothesizes in Ferran's favor, "all your friends
will be wanting you to get copies of the final exam, figuring you can hop
in and out of my bed, searching for it lying around somewhere on a table or
better yet, hijack my laptop?"

"Zack, I'm trying to be serious...whoops!"

Leaning an elbow a little too close to the edge of the table and being
unsteady, Ferran keeled right over onto the floor.

"Are you okay, baby?" Zack asks, showing real concern after jumping out of
his chair and to Ferran's rescue.

Too, the two waiters on standby duty were there on the double.

"Am I awake or dreaming?" Ferran jokes, apparently in the clear, looking up
the underside of the two stuffed watiers' speedos.

"And here I was, all worried about you!"

%

Everything kind of happened quickly. The boys came back to bed, almost,
Maurice taking his two 'wards' into the bedroom next door, leaving Tony and
Kevan to themselves.

"Ready for me to finish what I started Tony? I mean 'sir'," Kevan asks, a
cross between beginner's luck on acting out the part and tiredness setting
in.

"C'mere," Tony replies, inviting Kevan back into the bed.

He went for his cock, but Tony sidetracked Kevan's mouth, "No... come lie
here with me." It felt a little strange to Tony, his invitation to a guy to
lay naked next to him, but as the whole night replayed partially in his
mind, fast-forwarding in different sequences, he came to realize his life
wasn't going to be about any 'boy-girl' relationships anymore. Relaxed
about the thoughts of it, it didn't bother him a bit to think about
himself, Tony Gennaro, gay and having sex with only guys.

It's Kevan who stirred him out of his reverie, "What's up Tony?" In
reality, on Kevan's mind were thoughts of Tony ready to give him the shaft
and he wasn't thinking sexually!

"About tonight, Kevan."

'Here it comes', Kevan immediately thought.

"Kevan, I'm not really into this," Tony spoke his mind.

Thinking the wrong way, Kevan replies, "You don't like me, do you?"

Maybe the wrong choice of words, words meant to show human emotion, but to
also shed some light on the situation, "No it's not that. I like you very
much Kevan."

"Cool," came Kevan's subdued answer. Also playing it cool, fear of pushing
Tony into making any quick decisions, Kevan asks, "Does this mean also like
how I treated you tonight Tony?"

Strangely, it wasn't forced or the result of a command, Kevan's hand
floating over Tony's left pec, tucking in between his arm and bod. Then,
thinking of 'honesty' as the best policy, he says, "Kevan, I don't know if
you could tell, but this is the first time I've ever done any of this," and
Tony rifled through it with haste, "discipline-slaveboy-master-stuff."

A confession of his own choosing, Kevan replies, "You know Tony, I only
went to the bar tonight because my roommate at school said if I wanted to
try it... like you said, the discipline-slave stuff, I should at least
once." Tony was ready to say something, maybe the truth, but Kevan stole
the show, "Tony, I think you're real cute and maybe if we had met at a
regular bar and hadn't involved ourselves in the scene... I think I would
have enjoyed it more. So, I can understand if you don't want to hook up
after this first time." Still, Tony hoped to get a few words in, Kevan
still meandering, "So," Kevan pushed his bod up, disengaging himself, "I
guess I better get my clothes on get back to the dorm."

Tony bit his lip watching Kevan silently get out of bed, walk over to the
chair and pick up his briefs, stepping into them. 'Shit!' he thought to
himself. At first he wasn't believing what he heard. 'Had Kevan just
relayed to him thoughts he was thinking about himself?' Watching, Tony saw
Kevan straighten out his tee shirt, readying to feed each arm into the
sleeves. Soon, if he didn't say something or make his move, it would be too
late. So, more than vocally saying so, Tony sat up on the side of the bed,
walked over behind Kevan and plucked the shirt out of his hand.

"Tony, what are you doing?"

"Stopping you from destroying my life?"

"I don't get it Tony," Kevan says as he turns around.

"You and me. We don't have to be into this discipline stuff?" The subject
begins fading, as Tony tosses Kevan's shirt off the tip of his finger after
doing a couple of swirlies.

Seeing it in Tony's eyes, not the playful mock-up of the fun they've tried
having, but something more real and genuine, Kevan says, "Are you saying
you're okay with me not being into..." Answering his own question, as Tony
cuddles with him, Kevan changes the range of questioning, "Are you saying
you might be into more than one-night stand with me, Tony?"

He gulped before saying it, hoping he would not regret it later, "How does
being boyfriends sound?" Tony replies, taking the initiative to smooth
things over, his hands on Kevan's torso.

Even though Tony had 'talked-up' his boy-babe relationships of the past, in
reality, if anyone was curious enough to ask, he would have to truthfully
answer not more than two or three relationships, which resulted in a lot of
necking and not making it to the 'back door'. So, it seemed natural for
Tony to run his hands along the outskirts of Kevan's briefs. Only
difference between subduing Kevan and a 'babe', was he touched bare skin!

And, from Kevan's standpoint, he's been with a couple of guys throughout
his teenhood and would not confess to having more than two or three
intimate moments with guys, to trying to get it on with a girl only
once. After his first hetero date, Kevan 'knew'.

As Tony became more touchy-feely, Kevan followed through, his hands feeling
up Tony, touching his hairy stomach and chest as if the first time, sighing
at the finger-touching, his fingertips seemingly touching live wires, when
it was Tony's furriness sending the electric shocks to his nads. "I've
always thought if.. and when... I found a guy, he would be hairy."

Staring down between, Tony still clinging to Kevan, he notes, "Am I hairy
enough for you?"

Kevan wasn't sure this was the right answer, but replies, "I want to taste
every hairy part of your bod, Tony."

"Oh really?" And then he thought of a place kind of 'weird', but figured it
would make for some teasing, "Well, you know I have a really hairy
ass-crack?"

A tiny crease formed at Kevan's lips, right before saying, "Not on the
first date!"

"Oh, so does that mean I'm going to get a kiss?"

"Um, like wasn't that what we were doing in bed?"

"In bed?" Tony questions, but is really wanting to drive a point home, "I
figured that was an order I giving you. How did you think it?"

"An order," Kevan replied.

"Oh," Tony said with a sudden low tone in the return.

Quick to remedy the let down he sensed, Kevan adds, "Oh, but I was hoping
you weren't feeling it as a... a... a one-night-stand kiss?"

"Well slave-boy," Tony starts in as he reaches over and picks up Kevan's
tee shirt, begins sorting it out, "how about we get ourselves put back
together," bowing to Kevan as he holds the sleeves up, ready to be fed,
"and take this back to my place?"

"You want to take me home?" Kevan said, startled.

Dropping his arms, the tee shirt with them, Tony says, "Am I moving too
fast for you?" He did have second thoughts, thinking he was moving too fast
for his own good!

"No," Kevan said, taking his shirt, Tony's arms with it. And then, joking,
"I was just expecting you not being so 'nice' about it, 'Sir'?"

Slapping Kevan's tee shirt over his head, allowing him to fend for himself
about getting his arms situated in the sleeves, Tony puts on a fake,
Southern accent, "You-ums better git yer clothes on boy, so I can take yer
out to der barn and work dat ass-o'yers!"

In real time, Kevan asks, "Are we really going to go all the way, Tony?"

"Um..." He wasn't sure. Nothing which he thought about happening this night
came to be, except meeting up with a guy. So, Tony was still playing it by
ear, but with caution, "And what happens if we don't?"

Seeing maybe he's jumped the gun, Kevan more reservedly responds, "I'm not
in any hurry Tony and I'm sorry if I sounded this way. Tell you the truth,
everything that happened tonight was spur of the moment and I'm really glad
I didn't get fucked, because it wouldn't have been what I wanted."

He had more to add, but Tony jumped in with, "It's the way I feel. In fact,
I probably would not have fucked you over anyway."

"No?" Kevan replies, glad to hear it.

"Nah! The way Maurice was acting with his two boys," and he didn't want to
give any secrets away, "I bet he's not at all like that with somebody he
really cares about."

Kevan was reading into this, coming up with his own conclusion, "Care
about? Like how do you mean that Tony?"

"How about we get ourselves together and go find out?"

%

"Happy?" Zack asks, his lips just a fraction of an inch from Ferran's ear
as they lay naked in his bed.

"Hmm?" Ferran replies, sort of a sleepy mode as he pulls on Zack's
shoulder.

"I was just getting comfortable!"

From the restaurant, Zack drove back to his place and it didn't take much
convincing, putting Ferran to bed. The stairs, that took time traveling up,
Ferran stumbling on a few steps as Zack hefted him upwards, his arm around
the eighteen year olds waist. Too, it was awkward, after flopping Ferran
down on the foot of the bed, working his clothes off of him, Zack winding
up stripping himself down, but looking forwards to more than sleeping as he
stare consistently, except to updo his zipper because somewhere in the
restaurant episode he lost his briefs!

Now, all things were but a memory for the two to look back upon in the
coming years.

"You know, your cock seems to fit perfectly alongside my ass crevice?"

Ferran, drowsy, but comprehensive, replies, "Like a weenie in a bun?"

"Good reference!"

Then nicely, Ferran accuses, "If that's the case then how come your flipped
your bod over?"

"Oh! Sorry!" Zack says, repositioning himself, turning from facing Ferran
to giving him the 'cold shoulder'.

"Never mind!" Putting his arm around Zack, his forearm crisscrossing his
stomach, Ferran flips him back in his favor, immediately doing what his
'teacher' taught him tonight, the 'French kiss'!

%

On their way out, Maurice tells Tony, "Hey Tony, give me a call tomorrow
and we'll get together!"

"Sure," Tony replied, unconvincing, "but since it is already 'tomorrow',
it'll have to wait till 'tomorrow'!"

Tony and Ferran giggled, hearing Maurice ask his 'boys', "What did he say?"

Beeping, Kevan rushes to the drivers side, holding the door open for Tony.

"Oh you think so, boy?" Tony says, his reply commanding, the throwing of
his car keys to Kevan's chest.

"You want me to drive?"

"Yeah boy and if there's one scratch on the car it's coming out of 'your'
hide!"

It left the field wide open, Kevan saying, "Cool! I'm going to make sure I
scrape along every hedge we pass by!"

"Yikes!" Tony said.

The two were still laughing it off even after Tony rounded the car and
closed them inside.

Before Kevan turned the key, his disposition turned serious once more,
"Tony, if we don't get to go all the way tonight... I mean this morning,
it's okay, okay?"

His response? Tony reaches over the center of the car, sweetly turns
Kevan's cheek to his and utilizing the same technique as one of his
'babe-encounters', sweetly bestows a kiss on him.

"Cool. Thanks Tony. Say, where do I put the key in?"

It gave Tony reason to doubt, "Um, you do have your license, don't you?"

%

They were feeling a nice, slowly-falling-asleep moment, when Zack's eyes
suddenly opened. He smiled, feeling Ferran's 'weenie' fall out of the
'bun'! But still, they lie there together as one molded unit, fitting
together so perfectly. Leaving out the pessimism, Zack quotes James Branch
Cabell, "And... 'The optimist proclaims that we live in the best of all
possible worlds'!"

In a reverse snuggling attempt, Zack presses himself back, as his reaches
behind him, behind Ferran his hand compressing an ass-cheek. With
frustration, Zack finds this is just not working out. That the closeness he
wishes to feel is not coming into perspective, what with the 'host'
asleep. Huffing, he releases Ferran's asscheek and turns over, instead,
forcing himself, his pecs, abs and lower region against his 'date'.

"What'samatter? Can't get no date-rape?"

"You faker!" Zack says, peering into the pair of open eyes.

"I 'was' sleeping until you decided to smoosh my bing into your cherry!"

Sitting up on one elbow, Zack acts out, "Well I never!"

A bit with humor, Ferran replies, "If you want it, why don't you just ask
for it?"

"Really?"

"No," Ferran shoots him down. And knowing their evening hasn't been all
about the lure into bed, he says, as he backs out of bed, "if this is what
your plan was about, only to get me into your bed and shove my bing up your
cherry ass, then....."

"Oh no... no... really Ferran... its not... I..." It's only been a few
times in his life something very drastic has happened, whereas Zack has
felt like his heart was in his throat, some issue bearing down on him, as
something life threatening, getting the acid reflux feeling. "I didn't mean
it like that at all."

"I know," he says, turning back into bed. "I'm faking you out!"

"Oh God! Dial 9-1-1! I think I'm going into cardiac arrest!"

Instead, Ferran gives him mouth-to-mouth!

%

They made it back to the Gennaro residence without a scratch on the car,
Tony remarking, "Forget it Kevan... you're my chauffeur for life!"

And as they headed in the front door, Kevan lays on him, "Um, that would
mean either I would need to get up a coupla hours early, shower, shave,
dress, eat and be over to your place... I might have to get up at three in
the morning to accomplish all this, in order to drive you around, unless
you had an extra room I could rent?"

All this conclusion came to rest inside the door, Tony replying with
backing Kevan up against a wall in the foyer, kissing him passionately.

Reading the same bodily language, their hands were busy at work,
dismantling what was put together back at Maurice Seagall's place. Like
Hansel and Gretel, the trail of clothing led up the stairs, a sock here,
pair of briefs left hanging on the banister at the bottom of the stairwell,
and so on. Also, at the bottom of the stairs, Kevan made Tony do something
really 'weird'. Tonight had been anything but normal and he wasn't at all
opposed to Kevan forcing his belt in his hand and giving him hint to whip
his ass if he refused to hike up the stairs. But once the belt began
flinging, It took only two smacks against Kevan's lily-white ass to get him
hustling up. Not even thinking it, it drove Tony's testosterone levels up,
him actually feeling up his crotch, his cock growing like mad, doing the
whacking!

Playing coy, Kevan stood before the bed and asks, "What's next 'Master
Tony'?"

"Like you didn't know?" Tony asks, the belt crackling as it sears Kevan's
ass, giving him a third stripe.

"Oh-h-h-h-yes-sir! Yes-sir Master Tony!"

However, the fun ending for the two, more serious frame of mind prevailing,
the belt was dropped at the side of the bed as the two wrestle in the
sheets, amorous love pouring from their hearts, souls and minds.

%

"I like the idea!"

"Really? And you're not going to even care if we meet some of the students
on the beach?"

"Nope! But I think instead of staying at your friend Rico's brother's
place, we should stay at my villa."

"Villa?" Ferran questions, his mind racing to recapture a picture he once
saw of an Italian mansion, estate, or whatever you call it people have
built, which reflects they have tons of money in the bank.

"Yeah, you know... big house... wrought iron gates to keep the stray dogs
out... butlers... no maids though and to top it off, the backyard swimming
pool which overlooks the beach?"

Looking upon Zack, up on his knees, back straight, a moment of relief taken
from teen-cock-sucking, time out to talk, Ferran asks, "If you've got all
this loot, how come you're a teacher?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Zack replies, "Simple! Everybody's got to do
something worthwhile in their lives!" Falling over Zack continues his
mouth-to-cock relationship.

"Wait!" Ferran says, his hand going around his cock and forcing it from
between Zack's lips.

"Oh-h-h... I was just getting restarted!" he whimpers.

"First I get answers, then you get your reward!"

Making like a dog, his charade complete with sitting up on hind legs,
'paws' hanging limp, tongue out and panting, Zack says, "Yes, master. Do I
get a bone for a reward?"

"How about a 'boner'?"

"Mm-m-m," Zack responds, looking down upon Ferran stroking his meat. Like
he didn't know it was already hard as Gibraltar?

"C'mere," Ferran says, wiggling his little wormy finger, changing it to
direct Zack to the pillow next to him.

Before leaving the spot, Zack asks, "You don't want me to finish you off?"

Totally ignoring his 'hard-self', Ferran replies, "Before we go on here I
have some questions."

With a smile on his face, Zack replies in a manner in which Ferran finds
tough to fend off, "Are you sure? You look like you're ready to erupt?"

Ferran punches the pillow with the back of his hand, carving a mean look to
his face.

"I guess you mean business!" And as his bod careens forwards, a little to
the right, "So, what do you want to know?" His elbow digs into the pillow
as he lays on his side, facing Ferran's flat-out bod. His hand slaps
against Ferran's stomach and is left there to twiddle with his teen
treasure trail.

"I can't believe, out of all the guys at the school... like there's so many
athletes... and not 'all' are as straight as a nail, you pick 'me' out of
the crowd?"

"Oh really? What other athletes are gay?"

Ferran cocks his head. "Why? Are you ready to toss me back into the sea and
go fishing?"

"Nah. I've run out of bait!"

With that out of the way, Ferran figuring there's nobody else at school
whom interests Zack, even though some would definitely show some
competition for Zack... then he shucked those feelings because none
compared to the man lying in bed with him right now.

"What?" Zack asks, waiting for nothing being brought forwards other than
Ferran staring him in the eyes, taking it on to run one finger up and down
the side of his arm.

"You're serious about me, aren't you?" Ferran asks. The strolling fingers
turn palm downwards, a soft gliding up and down the arm, more falling to
Zack's back, forcing them to close up the gap between them, Ferran turning
sideways.

Reciprocating, Zack follows Ferran's lead. And, in a total serious
endeavor, "When I first came into the teaching position, yeah I checked out
guys... mainly the athletes, but it was like what was expected of a gay man
coming into all that youthful sea of flesh and teen-testosterone, knowing
it was okay to look, but not touch."

"But you're touching me?"

"Yeah. I know. I've probably broken not only the most important rule of
teaching, but the personal vow I took after getting my degree. Then again,
I never felt as strongly about a student as... as you," Zack says, as his
hairy front touches smooth. "I took a big gamble and well... I was hoping
the guy I singled out wanted me as much as I wanted him."

It was left in Ferran's ball court, his twenty-seven year old high school
English teacher's lips rubbing against his neck so tenderly. He hadn't
finished his interrogation, but one thing he knew, this wasn't any high
school fling, whereas when you graduate, you drift away from the world as
you know it, move on and find happiness later on. Unlike having a crush on
another student, he had dated, dined and now slept in the same bed as his
teacher. Out of an inner feeling, not obligation, he wanted to as much be a
part of Zack, as Zack related to him.

"Zack?"

"Yeah?" Zack asks, his beady eyes looking up Ferran's chin, into his
eyes. Getting up, Ferran breaking off contact, Zack began to get
nervous. Instantly sweat dotted his bod, starting at his pits. "What are
you doing?"

Getting up, this time Ferran on his knees, he clumsily lifted Zack's thigh,
placing himself between both legs. Lifting them in the air, he moved
himself into position, exclaiming, "Before I thought of it as a gamble, but
I don't think so now. If you want to back out, you better say something."

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Zack asks.

And suddenly, as if 'the teacher', Ferran begins elaborating, "Rico and me
have always talked about this. For himself, getting fucked was a
pleasurable thing, on the spur of the moment, but for myself I've always
told him I wanted to hold out for somebody special." And as his cock sat at
the doorway, he asks, "Are you that special somebody Zack?"

Tears in Zack's eyes, he replies, "Yeah... I am!"

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