Date: Sat, 27 Jun 2009 17:10:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: GeTTiNG ReaDY FoR CoLLeGe 02

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.

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GeTTiNG ReaDY FoR CoLLeGe 02
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Ferran walks back to his suitcase and shakes his head, thinking of all the
time and consideration it took to pack it and Tony just tossed out most of
its contents.

"Hey, look who's here bro!"

First things first, Ferran grabs at the speedo, making sure it is covering
everything up. "Who ordered pizza?" he asks Tony.

"Who knows? But I told Rico here I'd buy the pizza he delivered if he
joined in on our cum-shooting contest."

"You did what?" Ferran says, flabbergasted.

"Could be cool," Rico replies as he lifts the tails of his pizza shop
emblazoned tee shirt.

Same time he felt preposterous about Tony stealing Rico away from his
delivery, Ferran way too turned on to worry about trivial matters. So he
kept his hand on the speedo, lest something should fall out!

Tony was as hard as his brother and knowing why Ferran kept his pubes
incognito, Tony says, "Yeah, me too bro. Bet you're as hard as I am, huh?"

Since Tony paved the way, with his excuses, Ferran dropped the drape over
his pubes and imitated his brother, holding his hard shaft in his hand,
gently rubbing the barrel.

"No fair. You guys are like way ahead of me!"

Knowing the guy from his senior class, Ferran voices opinion, "Oh you'll
catch up, Rico."

"How do you mean that Ferran?"

Proud Tony comes up with, "He didn't mean anything by it Leo. Get over
it. My bro ain't no homo, if that`s what you`re thinking. He's as straight
a nail."

In his mind Ferran added, `Bent' and felt somewhat relieved thinking
it. Like it didn't bother him his brother was lying for him, yet not lying
if he didn't know the secreted truth.

"Nada. I wasn't thinking it at all Tony," even though he was, in hope
Tony's brother could be anything more than straight, more like himself. In
a way he thought maybe Ferran was out to his brother and if true, it would
be the first time he ever mentioned anything gay about himself to another
human. "Um, can we get on with this? I like'hav'got to get back to the
store."

Poor Tony, if he had only known Ferran and Rico were paying more attention
to their own lower bod workouts than his, paid more attention to Ferran
imitating Rico, his free hand toying with his nipple after Rico began doing
the same thing. More than, no twice or more, the two eighteen year olds
looked up to exchange looks.

Ferran even voiced opinion between his moaning, which seemed different than
just stroking off, the feeling of the electricity flowing down his bod to
his pubes with each pinch or mash. He wondered if Rico thought the way he
did, as he toyed with his nip, imagined it were Rico's lips on his pec.

Dropping his hand when he realized the display of feeling-good emotions,
Ferran smiled back at Rico, leaving his hand on his nip. Rico's hand slid
up his bod and engaged in the extra added effect driving him up into a
sexual frenzy.

"Okay!" Tony sudden stops `looking towards the ceiling with his eyes
closed', "I'm ready to blast!"

The two hands dropped from pecs when Tony opened his eyes to the two.

"Um, I'm ready. You ready Rico?" Ferran asks.

"Been ready!"

"Cool. Stand next to me," Tony replied.

His feelings inside were `boasting' with not only sexual emotion, but
Ferran had some proud emotion built up when he saw, standing right next to
his bro, his cock was `way longer' than Tony's.

On Tony's other side, Rico was feeling much the same reaction, only he was
comparing a high school guy to a college jock and felt he really had it
over on Tony, as representation of `all' college dudes.

Nothing more than emotional build up came from Tony as he hemmed and hawed,
his torso bucking as he strained his voice,
"Ooooooooooh-oooooooooooooooooooh-OOOOOH!" his cock erupting. But as his
emotions faded, so did his bod react, him collapsing to his knees saying
how hot it felt.

"Um, you got a tissue?" Rico asks.

Thoughts from Ferran, he had a sneaky suspicion regarding Rico. Too, as
Rico licked his lips, Ferran could almost swear his high school peer
`wanted him'.

Sensing Ferran still in the closet, he had his thought of, if Tony wasn't
in their midsts, he would be insistent on taking care of Ferran's sloppy
cock juice covering not only his barrel, but his hand and the droplets of
cum on his foot, some clinging to his pubic bush.

Then again, Ferran thought otherwise, maybe Rico being straight. Tony
himself said straight guys like some of the same things gay guys
liked. Nip-tweaking didn`t mean Rico was gay, plus he took into
consideration the masculine manner in which Rico conducted himself. On the
other side of the coin, if Rico 'was' gay, just maybe he thought Rico might
be expecting the same of him, falling to his knees and taking care of his
leftover cock-excrement?

Without even pulling the metal tab from the carpenter's ruler, Tony
declares, "I came close!"

Rico's and Ferran's attention is drawn to where Tony is on all fours,
inspecting the three puddles of cum.

Smiling, Rico's eyes point out something only two gay guys would think of,
Ferran adding humor to his face, he too looking upon his brother's ass
sticking up. True to their thinking too, Rico tumbles his deflated balls, a
sure sign of an intended act.

"Yeah," Ferran says out loud, catching his unspoken emotion with his hand
sealing his lips.

"Glad you agree," Tony says, getting up.

Not paying attention, Ferran's blunder pitched to Rico, was caught by
Tony's ears.

"Sorry bro, but Rico has you beat by about a fraction of an inch."

"I'm so sad," Ferran replies, a smile on his lips.

Both of the teens break out in laughter.

"Um, did I miss something?" Tony asks.

"Not a thing," and to throw off suspicion Ferran asks, "So what's Rico's
prize?"

Coming up with brilliance, Rico offers, "I can't return the two pies to the
store... if you think... you know."

"Get your clothes on. My treat!"

"Going someplace?" Rico asks Ferran after Tony leaves the room for the
family cookie jar.

"My mom and step-father are away in France, they left Tony to `take care of
me'," Ferran says it in a way which says he's capable of doing it
himself. "Tony's college buddies are headed off to Aruba for spring
break. He says it's like I'm going to be such an imposition, but at the
same time he acts excited because it'll give him a chance to show me how to
pick up `babes' on the beach!"

Zipping up his jeans, Rico makes the known assumption, "But you're not into
`babe's? Are you?"

"Hell no!" Ferran returns with conviction.

Hesitating, the two know the score. They just came out to each other,
officially.

"Then what are you going to do?"

Joking, he says, "Stuff you in my suitcase!"

They laugh it off, but Rico says in all sincerity, "I think I can convince
my bro to lend me the money?"

It then got into the personal vein, Rico explaining his brother in
co-ownership of the pizza parlor and that he's not really in need of
working, but "They tell me at least I'm more reliable than some of the
college dudes they hire, thinking `play' comes before `work'."

"You said `they'?" Ferran questions as he still stands there with some cum
drying on his curly-brown pubes.

Sitting on the floor, tying his sneakers, Rico replies, "My brother and his
partner."

"Like in partners-in-owning-the-store?"

"Um, like that, but also partners-in-bed and other stuff!"

"Oh," Ferran answers.

For all of a minute, Rico has been sitting there, his shirt lying on the
floor next to him, his arms corralling his knees as they butt against his
chest. He looks to the door and seeing `no Tony', nor his hearing revealing
any evidence of being in the vicinity, he says, "Y'know if we were alone I
wouldn't mind cleaning the cum off of you?"

It was the first hint of any person living which gave inclination of doing
anything man-to-man. Tony, well he was straight. As for Rico, he assumed he
was gay, but decided to confirm, "Are you like... gay?"

Already knowing it, having a gay brother and `in-law`, Rico replies, "Of
course. Same as you."

It was also a first, a living being assigning, rather than asking him. "Um
yeah. I am... gay." Ferran knew it would come someday and it felt strange
admitting it out loud. Somehow practicing it in front of mirror was totally
a different experience.

"I knew it as soon as Tony brought me in the room."

"Knew it? How could you? Except for around school.... We never talked with
each other... I don't think I did."

Cutting through the BS, Rico chuckles and says, "We never talked, but I
kind of had the feeling. Gianni calls it `gaydar'."

"Gaydar, like in radar?"

Pushing up, hands to the sides of his ass, launching himself off the floor,
Rico replies, "You know you catch on pretty quick?"

Ferran wasn't talking right now. The two eighteen year olds stood there
gazing into each other's eyes. They `wanted to', but both knew Tony could
be on his way.

"All I could find is twenty bucks!" Tony said as his feet make noise on the
carpet-covered stairs.

Breaking out of their gay moment, the two disengaged hands, Rico swinging
around so he stood next to Ferran, instead of facing him.

"Twenty bucks is good!" Rico said rather rushed.

"Cool," Tony replies. "I thought is was more, but um.... I don't have
enough for a tip."

Still in the buff, Ferran prances across the room to the closet. "I think I
have a few ones in my wallet."

It's all Rico could do, keeping his eyes on Tony and not Ferran's bouncy
anatomy.

"Here," Tony says, picking up Rico's shirt. "Don't forget this."

"Yeah," Rico jokes, "My brother will think I'm sunning on a lawn someplace
instead of working my nose to the grindstone!"

"Um, yeah," Tony replies in a subdued tone. In reality he didn't want the
conversation to stray towards Gianni on account of him and his buds having
frequented Terranova's Pizza Restaurant and noticed on some occasions
Rico's brother kissing some other guy. Instead of referencing Rico's
relations he says, "I've been in there. The pizza's great."

"How's two bucks sound?"

"Really you don't have to...."

"I `want' to," Ferran replies as if sending a secret message along with his
communication.

And as Tony accompanied Rico downstairs, Ferran grabbed of all things, the
speedo to cover up some of himself.

Providing light conversation, Tony says to Rico, "Anytime you want to go up
against any of my college buds, name the time and I'll arrange it. Man,
would be hot as hell watching a high school dude beating the pants off a
bunch of college jocks!"

To Rico, he was reading Tony's message, the correct meaning, but if he was
joking with Gianni and his partner, Andres, the subject would lean towards
gay, sexual connotations. He was smiling, thinking of some, his thoughts
taking him out of the straight realm, thinking of how much fun it could be
`going up against' some hot college jocks!

"I'll walk him out," Ferran said to Tony.

"I better go see about how I'm going to soak all of that cum out of the
rug!"

And to `seal the deal' with Tony, Rico yells, "I'll let you know when I can
go up against your friends, Tony."

Holding the screen door open Tony shouts back, "Give me a call whenever
your ready."

He figured Rico was open to talking about it, so Ferran says, "Tony's got a
lot of college friends. Trust me. All of them are built like they see the
inside of a gym everyday. Are you sure you can `handle' them all?"

"With you along with me it shouldn't be a problem!" Rico replied. He looked
around, down the long, curvy driveway, looked over the shrubbery and other
greenery, the orchard and seeing not a person he took Ferran's arm, pulled
him close and gave him a peck on the cheek.

Ferran's hand went right to the place as if an open wound.

"I hope that was okay," Rico said as he climbed into his silver BMW.

Not saying a word, Ferran didn't add comment other than waving goodbye, his
hand still feeling up the `warm' spot on his cheek. As Rico disappeared
from sight, Ferran walked inside, the hand still on the side of his face,
thinking of all the `firsts' he's had today!

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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee

This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior
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