Date: Thu, 20 Aug 2009 07:17:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: GeTTiNG ReaDY FoR CoLLeGe 08

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. Okay, I think this about covers my ass!

% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use
protection.

%

GeTTiNG ReaDY FoR CoLLeGe 08
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Taking Ferran home, Rico stirred up conversation based on their evening
after Mike and Michael left the restaurant, their late night and morning
sexual romp in the sheets, each sharing how hot it was, Ferran getting
teased about licking his fingers off after going back to the honey-pot for
seconds and then Rico getting busted over being way too horny in the tub.

"But you liked it, right?"

"It was different," Ferran replies about the tub scene. As they pull up in
front of the house, "I think I'd rather do it in bed. Somehow," he
reflects, "with the two of us naked, our bodies slimed with sweat, the
sucking, the licking....."

"You better quit that talk Ferran or you're going to have me hard all over
again!"

The two laughed. Then Rico answered Ferran's vocal farewell, reaching over,
taking his neck in his hand and giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

Ferran's hand lay compressed to the spot on the side of his face. "I guess
there's a first time for everything!"

"We can get into kissing some more next time, if you want?"

"I don't know. I'll have to think about it Rico," Ferran replied, hand on
the door latch.

Closing the door, Rico pressed the button his door to unroll the passenger
side window. "See you later. Don't forget..."

"I know. Act like I'm dying!"

They laughed, but as Rico left, Ferran watched him drive away. Even though
they had gone through some hot'n'heavy sex, the last kiss seemed to affect
him with more remembrance. He even comments to himself as he turns from the
empty road, "Sweet!"

Tony's car was in the driveway, so Ferran figured he was still in
bed. However, when he walked in side, he heard some noise coming from the
kitchen and smelled some eggs on the stove.

Before he could say anything, Tony asks, "Why didn't you tell me you were
staying over at Rico's place last night?"

"I did. I called and left a message on your cell." But this wasn't all
Ferran wondered about.

"Oh. I didn't check."

And this backed up his theory. Tony must've saw him get out of Rico's pizza
delivery car. He also wasn't sure if Tony saw something, so rather than
dwell on it, backed away. "How did the meeting with the guys go?"

"Oh just great," Tony said sarcastically as he poured out two cups of
coffee. "Jay Miller hates my guts. The other guys probably will be walking
the other way when they see me on campus... the only two buds I've got left
are Gregg and Takos. Takos, now he wasn't phased with it." And as Tony
recollects, halfway pouring out his cup, setting the pot down, "Come to
think of it, Takos was the only one who wasn't mad at me." He finished
pouring and serving the coffee.

"But they were happy they were getting their $800 back, right?"

But something else was bothering Tony. "What?"

"Their $800? They had to be happy at least they...."

"By the way, how long have you and Rico been friends?"

"Me and Rico?" Ferran suddenly became suspicious of his brother's
motives. "We've passed each other and school, said `hi' a few times. First
time we've really talked was at your cum-shooting contest. Why?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's because I woke up with a hangover after an hours
sleep, but I could have sworn... I know this sounds far-fetched, but I
thought I saw..." Tony didn't know how to put it, but was also hoping it
wasn't true, "I thought I saw Rico kind of getting over-friendly with you
in his car when he dropped you off."

A quick thinker, probably the reason he got good grades in school, Ferran
fabricates, "Man that must've been some hangover, bro! You thought you saw
Rico do `what'?"

"I don't know. I thought it looked that way. I mean... I'm probably making
something out of nothing!"

"If you need to know, Rico dropped a map on the floor, leaned on my
shoulder to pick it up and the `idiot'," he makes it dramatic, "Rico just
about pulls me out of the seat!"

Tony reckoned his mirage to, "Would you believe I drank like six beers last
night? I mean this morning?"

But Ferran didn't have time to respond, the phone ringing. More convenient
for him to get it, Ferran announces, "I'll get it!" Coming back to the
kitchen with the remote, he says, "It's for you. Takos?"

"Good buddy Takos," Tony said about his last friend in the world, taking
the phone.

As Tony talked, Ferran ate his eggs and sipped coffee. One sip. It's all he
could stand of the `mud' Tony made. He again attributed it to Tony's late
morning beer party and his worries. Usually Tony's handmade coffee was
something close to `gourmet'! When Tony went in the other room he
conveniently took the cup to the sink and dumped it, replacing it with
milk. He sat down and resumed eating. Then, as he sat back and chomped on a
slice of toast he tried picturing in his mind some of the guys Tony
mentioned. Jay Miller, the one who hated Tony's guts, he remembers seeing a
couple of times. He was always driving a motorcycle and once, in the fall,
he came to the house. He thought Jay looked hot in his leather jacket, with
coordinating black pants and boots. He smiled, thinking about the dark
chest hair which rose above the black tank top Jay wore underneath his
jacket. Making him feel horny, Ferran smiles when he remembers scanning Jay
as he
 talked with Tony, figuring either the hair covering Jay's chest, covered
his whole pectorals or had to be soft and thin enough to allow his nips to
show through his tank top. He then put on a smile and giggled, same thing
which happened originally when thought how stupid it was to think about a
guy's hairy chest and nips protruding through the shirt. Then his mind
fast-forwarded, thinking on Rico, the very light-covering of black hair, so
sparsely covering his pecs, the pink nips couldn't be missed. As a side
thought, on his mind was Rico, taking care of his hard cock while his hands
were driven to his own pecs and how he gently tweaked them, the energy
going straight to below the belt!

"That was Takos," which Ferran already knew. "He's coming over in a little
while. We're going to get on the computer and see if we can find any
cancelled reservations for `anyplace' in Aruba." And to remind Ferran that
he was relaxing too long at the breakfast table, "What time do you have to
be at school?"

"An hour ago," Ferran said. He laughed when Tony looked at the clock on the
wall, it reading 8:30. "I'm joking Tony!"

Tony calmed down. But he had another matter to take up, "You better get in
the shower man. You reek!"

Ferran tugged at his shirt and smelled it. He figured he had a shower, but
hadn't showered again after he shot his load down Rico's throat. Plus, he
wore the same shirt today as yesterday. He chose the latter, "Yeah well,
I'm wearing the same clothes as yesterday." And then to return the mocking,
"You better change yours before Takos gets here!"

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Being seniors, Rico and Ferran had arranged to skip first period, which
lucky for them amounted to sitting around for an hour in study hall,
because at the beginning of the school day their homework from the previous
day was already accomplished.

"Thanks for picking me up," Ferran said.

"Sure," Rico replied, slightly elated. "You know what they say?"

"Who says what?" Ferran questions.

"People!"

"What people?"

"Are you so dense, man?"

"No," Ferran seriously replies, "I'm just trying to figure out who you're
talking about so I can comprehend..."

"Okay, hold it. Forget what I mentioned. The point I was trying to get
across to you Ferran is..." and it seemed too late to crack the joke, but
Rico followed through anyway, "...is, `don't bite the hand that feeds
you'."

"Oh," Ferran said, a smile creasing his face.

"So, you get it, right?"

"I'm not `that' dense, Rico!"

Rico smiled too as he kept driving, stopping for a light or, as they passed
by the elementary school, waited for the crossing guard to clear the
crosswalk.

Then, out of the blue, Ferran mentions, "Tony `thinks' he saw you kiss me
in the car this morning."

"Oh fuck! What did you tell him?"

"I lied of course!"

"What did you tell him?"

"You better start carrying maps in the car."

"I do. So?"

"I told Tony you bent over to pick up a map off of the car floor and used
my shoulder to steady yourself from falling out of your seat."

With a slight edge of laughter, Rico replies, "Good one! I'll have to
remember it!"

"I hope he bought it."

"Get outta town! Your brother is so set against us gay guys, he'll lean
more towards what he wants to believe than what is!"

It hit home, but for another reason. "Right. Which someday is going to
like... maybe we won't be brothers anymore when the time comes and I have
to inform Tony I'm gay."

Ferran's revelation came as Rico pulled into a parking space and braked the
car. "Maybe he never has to know."

"Yeah right Rico. What will happen when Tony wonders why I don't have a
girlfriend? What about Tony speculating on being godfather to my kids or
someday looking forwards to being an uncle or even best man at my wedding?"

"No reason he still can't be any of those, especially best man at your
wedding?"

"Get with it Rico. When I tell Tony I'm gay he's going to like go
ballistic." Then Ferran looks to the future, "I better learn some karate or
something. Tony's got big fists!" Ferran balls up his own fists to prove
his point.

Off the record, Rico announces, "Mr. Peterson knows some karate?"

So desperate of losing Tony's brotherly affection, Ferran shoots down
Rico's idea, "No. If Tony slugs me, he slugs me. I deserve it. Why did I
have to be gay?"

"That's so fuckin' wrong Ferran! You are what you are man. Like you didn't
have a choice and neither did me, but things are what they are and
somethings you can't change. Know what I mean bro?" he places his hand on
Ferran's shoulder.

After a few seconds it slides down, over the soft teen fur on Ferran's
forearms. Turning eyes downcast, to his left side, Ferran places a hand on
Rico's hand and utters, "Yeah." And then he reckons, "After last night I
shouldn't have refuted at all what I..." And with their eyes locking,
Ferran says, "I wish we were someplace else.... some place private..."

"Yeah," Rico says, getting the wrong signal, "I'm starting to feel a little
hard too!"

"Horny bastard!" Ferran says, breaking off what seemed like a tender moment
on his part. He jacks the door handle and lets himself out. And now that
he's more versed at this gay sex stuff, as he rounds the car he slaps his
book against Rico's ass, saying, "Make you any hard-der?"

Second period of the day, most of the alumni were headed to classes, the
halls crowded. Passing by the teacher's lounge, the door opened, faculty
exiting so they could make it to homeroom. Ferran took a quick glance
inside. What an opportune moment too, seeing Mr. Peterson stretch his arms
overhead, hearing him shout out loud, "Time to rock'n'roll dudes!" The
other teachers laughed, but Ferran was too attuned to Mr. Peterson.

"Um, like we'll be late for bio class?"

"I'll catch you later, Rico. I gotta get my book from my locker," Ferran
told him.

Rico wondered what Ferran's angle was, disbelieving him, as he knew the
book which hit him in the ass was Ferran's bio book!

Making out like he forgot something, Ferran made a u-turn in the hallway,
which was like crossing a place in the road which prohibited a u-turn for
the fact there was a transition of oncoming hall traffic. "Sorry!" he
called out when his chest butted up against who, but Tom Fuller!

"Watch where you're going pencil-neck!"

Rather than intimidate him, Ferran smiled after Tom passed by. He
instantaneously thought about Rico in the car, the wisecrack about feeling
`a little hard'. And even though his bod was being compressed by lack of
hall space, he took in a deep exhale as if breathing in the front of Tom
Fuller's clothed bod. As he arrived at his locker, he fiddled with the
lock, turning it round and round and round as if no destination. He just
stood there and stared at the little vents as he vented his mental
feelings. At some time in the past he had wanted to bop Tom Fuller in the
nose for being such a bully, but last September, beginning his senior year
with the vision of this being his last year in high school, Ferran also
drew up the conclusion this would probably be the last he would be seeing
the god-like athletic star. He smiled when he thought about a few moments
ago. In a daze, he dropped his hand from the lock and reached up. Placing
his hand on the top
 of his tee shirt, he let it plane down his front, til his hand gently
rested on his belt buckle, his middle finger landing right over the opening
of his deep innie. Unconsciously he let his hand lay there, while he
reflected away the seconds in the private world of his imagination.

"C'mon, get to class!"

Summoned by a hand patting him on the left shoulder, Ferran was startled
out of his early morning daydream. He turned his head to the right, a key
reaction to thank someone for doing a favor. "Yeah.... thanks...." and as
his words trailed, he watched the figure several feet down the hallway,
"Mr. Peterson....." Tom Fuller was the remotest thought from his mind.

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"C'mon in Takos."

Walking into Tony's house for the first time, Achilles Diamantakos looked
about, but his main focus was on his host, leading him into the kitchen.

"Get any sleep? Want some coffee?"

"A little sleep," Achilles replies, reflecting on a few short seconds of
this morning after he and Tony split and went separate ways. Unknown to
Tony, Achilles had doubled back to the bar after making a call on his
cell. After a romp in the apartment above the bar, he had managed to catch
a few winks of sleep. "Do you have any green tea?"

Lucky for Achilles he had chosen wisely. Possibly he could have had some
clairvoyant experience, mind-to-mind, thinking of Ferran's assessment of
Tony's coffee-making skills this morning.

"I think we have something here," Tony said, rifling through a canister of
mixed bags.

Achilles' six foot-one inch height towered over Tony by about three inches
and it became way easy for him to reach around Tony's right side and steal
the jar away. At the time, Tony didn't think anything of Achilles' front
touching his back for an instant. "I think I see one way down the bottom,"
the Greek said as he stuck his big hand in.

"Probably," Tony reckoned. "My brother likes tea too and maybe he used all
the green ones up."

"Oh shit!"

"What?" Tony asks. He then stands there, dumbfounded as Achilles holds up
the jar by one arm.

"I'm stuck!"

"Serves you right for being so big-boned!" Tony makes excuse. "Do you think
I should dial 911?"

"Soapy water," Achilles replies.

"Right!" Tony says, snapping his fingers and going to the sink.

Approaching, Achilles reaches behind his head with his free hand and grabs
at the collar of his A&F hoodie.

Turning around, there is question on Tony's face.

"I don't want to get this wet. Help me take it off Tony."

Thinking it logical, Tony replies, "Bend over." He grabs the hoodie by the
tails. His knuckles ride over Achilles' bare back. "Oh, dah!" he calls out.

"Oh," Achilles says of the same dilemma, the sleeve being way too small to
fit over the jar containing the tea bags. But how free Achilles felt, his
hairy front feeling the naturalness of not being covered up and face to
face almost with Tony, it gave him even more of an environmental feeling.

"We could cut it off?" Tony came up with the stupid idea.

"You going to give me $85, Tony?"

"I got an idea. I saw this happen to a guy who wanted to go swimming, but
had a broken arm," Tony said, going in a draw and pulling out a long box of
clear plastic wrap. "All we have to do is wrap it around your arm `and'
hoodie."

"Let's try it."

Tony was ready to hand the rectangular box to Achilles, but the plan was
changed when Achilles says, "You do it."

"Yeah," Tony resigns, "I guess it would be kind of tough for you to do,
huh?" Getting to work, Tony opens the box and removes the roll.

At first he can't find where to start, which prolongs Achilles' wanting to
feel Tony touching him somewhere - anywhere on his bod. The trick is to
keep himself from showing the effects of Tony's bare arm swipes by his
hairy pec, as the roll comes around his arm two and three times.

Tony muses, "It probably would have been just as easy to leave the hoodie
on and run the wrap over your whole bod!"

Achilles faked the laughing, going along with Tony's attempt at humor. How
hot would that have been, having Tony's arms stretched around him in a
hugging position, running the plastic wrap around him, under his pits and
around the waist! "This is good," he contradicted his thoughts.

As the water went on and the jug under it, Tony gasped, "Oh shit! Sorry
`bout that Takos!"

The two looked down at Achilles. His jeans were splattered with sidetracked
water. Dotting each one of his hair follicles, from mid-abs, down the
treasure trail to his metal-studded black belt, was a crystalline covering
of the same spouted water.

Instead of a frown, Achilles' face wore a wry smile. This paved the way for
a highly erotic moment, as portrayed by his horny mood, slowly
developing. "Maybe it would be a good idea if I took off my pants as well?"

"Yeah," Tony agreed for different reasons than Achilles. "Probably we
should have done it from the beginning."

"I think you should take my sneakers off first?"

It hadn't occurred to Tony he would be doing it, until mention of the
sneakers. "Oh yeah. Right. Like how could you with your hand in the jar?"

He hoped he would not show it, his horny side as Tony knelt down on one
knee and proceeded to untie his sneakers. Tony's head of hair was less than
an inch away from his zipper. Ten inches of cock meat, soft, is a lot to
carry around, but when it `woke up' out of it's relaxed state, well,
Achilles was having trouble keeping it asleep.

"Want to lift your foot up?" Tony glanced up to Achilles.

`He's as straight as they come!' Achilles said to himself, after Tony
looked down to what he was doing. When Tony looked up, he went straight up
to see Achilles give the okay. A gay man would have stopped midway!

"Now the other?" This time Tony didn't look up, but pulled at the heel of
the sneaker, removing it.

"You might as well stay down there for my pants," Achilles suggested, but
not for the reasons Tony was thinking.

"Yeah, since it `would' probably be easier peeling them off your feet."

Achilles then summed up that this was probably `not' a good idea. What was
transpiring wasn't any different than his early morning meeting back at the
bar, Bill on his knees, utilizing his handiwork at unthreading the leather
and studded belt through the buckle.

Tony hesitated.

"What's the matter, Tone?"

"Um, like I never like did this, Takos.. you know, touching another guy's
zipper, before. It's like so-o gay?"

Quick on the draw, Achilles replies, "Look Tone, we're adults here right?"

"Yeah?"

"You're no different than some attendant at a hospital who has to help a
handicapped person do the things he's unable to do because of his
injuries. In my case it's this tea jar becoming an extension of my arm?"

"Uh yeah. I suppose I can think of it as that." Still a bit of hesitation
lingered on Tony's mind, but slowly his fingers reached out to their
target. He moved the belt away so the talons pressed against the backs of
his hands. Last ditch effort, Tony remarks, "This feels so `gay'."

"If it means anything Tone, I'm not thinking of it as that way," Achilles
fibbed. And as much as he wanted to show some control, some things were
inevitable.

As soon as Tony unbuttoned the jeans and began riding the zipper with his
fingers, there was a humongous amount of resistance. "Did you gain weight
over last year, Takos?"

It wasn't his torso adding the resistance and he knew it. Even though he is
a gay man, his pubes being unveiled by a straight man didn't lend any
creedance for control. His first year of college he was turning tricks for
school supplies. Some of the men he met at motels were married, pretending
to be straight or bisexual. Why would a guy call himself straight if he was
so eager to tantalize a man's cock with his tongue? Liars! All of them!

Focusing back on Tony, as he unzipped, the bulge in his A&F sports briefs
showed signs of wanting more freedom. From a heterosexual standpoint, Tony
exclaims, "Man, you've got it made with the babes!"

"I know," Achilles replies, thinking of all the `babes' he's been with!
Being new to Tony's circle of friends, he asks, "How about yourself?"

Tony shakes his head back and forth in the negative, responding, "Looks as
if you got me beat!" Tony can't help it, all his life, well since his male
libido has been acting up, he's been fascinated by `size'. Locker room
tales in high school, whichever way a guy's sexual gender was bent, guys
always made comparisons. Pity the poor guy who didn't measure up or came
out to be low man on the cock-size-totem pole!

"Well some of us `got it' and some of us don't, Tone!"

"Yeah," Tony figured the same, going back to toiling at pulling the waist
of Achilles' jeans down to his ankles, revealing not only the packed
cock-sock of his A&F briefs, but the hairy Greek's thighs and legs. "Um,
wanna lift up your foot?"

The tall college dude was wanting more from Tony, but lifted his left
leg. He had good balance, however felt a growing need. Now his view of
getting not only his hand stuck in the tea canister, but wanting to carry
this farther. Like the tiger in the woods, Achilles began thinking more on
the luring, then a mere stripping down to avoid water from collecting on
his clothing.

"There," Tony said, standing and doing the natural thing, rolling Achilles'
jeans up into some type of tidy pack and placing it on the chair.

"I don't want to get my briefs wet!" Achilles declared.

Tony knew he was totally straight, but the gray brief were packed to almost
busting it's seems and bundled up in the cotton fabric, Tony could make out
the shape of Achilles' erection, stuffed into a space which seemed entirely
too small. Torn between doing something `gay' and his feelings of wanting
to see just how long Achilles' man-sized cock was, with the ability to fill
a gaping hole, this was the terrible, indecisive moment clawing at his
mind.

"I have one hand, if you want help?"

Giving in, Tony says, "Nah. Like you said, an orderly does this in the
hospital everyday. We're both," and he had to emphasize, "straight, adult
men here. Why should we even think...."

Achilles' attention was more on Tony and his reaction. He smiled when he
saw the top of Tony's scalp, his chin dropping after pulling the elastic
back. After all, the briefs had tightened up from Achilles' `feelings'
towards everything Tony had done thus far. Now wasn't much
different. Earlier it had been Bill doing it. Only difference, Tony was
using his hands and not his teeth! Yet, thinking on it gave Achilles' more
ammunition for `growth'. He smiled even more, combining thoughts, `If only
it were Tony assuming Bill's role'. "What do you think Tony?"

"About what?" Tony asks as he pulls the elastic to the sides of Achilles'
torso. "Whoa!" he exclaims when the package becomes unraveled.

"You think I have enough to plug a babes big hole?" If he were chatting
with another gay guy he might use the same term, but more likely Achilles
would have referred to a boys hole, though the tighter the fit, the more
fulfillment he would be feeling.

"More than ample, Takos. You're like set for life!" Tony replies as he
drops the briefs to Achilles' ankles.

Wondering how far he can take it, Achilles begins fabricating some issues
regarding the area between his legs, "You know a Greek buddy and I went
camping last year." He paused, waiting to see if Tony was nibbling at his
bait, in hopes he would get more than a nibble.

Getting up, Tony took the dish soap container in his hand.

With no response than Tony's actions to rid his hand of the ceramic jug,
Achilles furthers, "Can you imagine Tone, two horny guys up in the woods
without a couple of `babes' for miles and miles?"

Taking the bait, Tony replies, "It's gotta be worse than torture!" He
laughs.

Following suit, Achilles laughs along, but adds, "yeah. Man did I want a
blow job and to fill a babe's ass!"

"I would too," Tony replies. He had stopped, still holding the green liquid
soap container in his hand as the conversation progressed.

"Well I know we have to get moving here, so I'll skip all the other stuff
and tell you... and I hope you don't think I'm being too gay, but my buddy,
who is totally straight put an idea into my head."

Very curious by now, Tony asks, "He gave you a handjob?"

A smile creased Achilles' lips.

"He had a lot to stroke, to say the least!" Tony showed a toothy grin.

"Would you believe he sunk to his knees and gave me a blow job?"

Like day and night, the setting sun in the west, Tony's face changed
dramatically. "The dude `has' to be gay."

"No, Dimitri is totally straight. I swear it!"

"Yeah right. And he offers to suck another man's cock?" Tony differed.

With his hand still in the jar, waiting for release, Achilles replies, "I
suppose since you think he's gay, you think I am?"

"Oh no, Takos. I'm not saying anything like that, but your
friend... Dimitri offering to suck you off?" And then it occurred to Tony,
"Um, you didn't like... fuck him?"

"I think we should try to get this off my hand," Achilles
replies. Accidentally-on-purpose, he hits the side of the sink. "Oops!"

Both watch as the jar crumbles around the big fist.

His first reaction to Achilles is, "You aren't hurt are you?"

"Nah," then exclaims, "Hey look! A green tea bag!" He dangles the dry tea
bag from his hand.

"At least Ferran left you one!" Two things ran through Tony's mind. One, of
Achilles getting dressed and two, hearing the rest of the camping story.

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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.

The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness!
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