Date: Sat, 2 May 2009 16:45:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: PaTRick'S LuCKy CHarM 01  (adult relationships - HS/College)

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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PaTRick'S LuCKy CHarM 01
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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They had each other and that's all that mattered, this fine evening, prom
night, 2009.

Slithering over the top of the lake, the flat stone skimmed over and over
and over again.

"I can't believe you beat me!" Jason said, jumping to his feet.

"Yeah," Patrick said, giving Jason a quiet slap on his bare butt. "I've
been practicing."

"When? When have you been down to the lake without me, Pat?"

"Patrick!" Patrick reminded.

"Oh yeah. Fuckin' excuse me!"

A play on words, Patrick's hand slid down his pal's back, a finger finding
it's way into the back-crack.

"Hey! Cut that out! You know I don't swing that way, Pat-trick!" Jason
reprimanded.

All Patrick could do is laugh. "I know. Like we haven't reminded each other
for the past thirteen years?"

"Like we've only been fooling around for the last three?" Jason set the
record straight.

"Right. Three. But it's not like we didn't know we had this special
connection for like all our lives?"

While their senior class danced their asses off, boys and girls together,
the gay high school couple turned to each other in the early evening, moon
and a few stars floating over the tops of the trees.

Breaking off, Patrick asks, "Are you sure I can't... um... you know? We
could do each other?"

The only predicament facing each other, they sensed a longing to use their
teen tools on some hot man's ass. Sure, they began some simple boyhood
experimenting, around eighth grade, when both felt a sudden surge in their
loins, wanting more than some kissing.

"Patrick!"

"I know," then Patrick recites the same answer he's heard over and over,
"you're a top too, but I sure feel real horny tonight Jason?"

Both rubbed their hands up and down their bare bods.

"And you don't think I'm not?" And then excusing them both from feelings
deep down inside, the urge to have more than a warm mouth encase each
other's cock, Jason further says, "That's why God gave us mouths!"

Patrick leaves it at that, but not without explanation, "I just thought
maybe tonight it could be a little different?"

But Jason didn't pick up on the hint. Instead though he made an offer, "If
you're up for it though we could start early and get all sweaty in the
tent?"

It became a race, the two grabbing up shirts, pants, socks and sneakers,
then hightailing it through the short expanse of woods, to the tent they
pitched prior to stripping down at lakeside.

For years the two have played baseball, football, swam at the community
pool, boated on the lake, fished, gone to school, church, camped, hiked,
biked, and did other things young boys do. All that changed in eighth
grade. Neither remembers how the subject of `girls' came about, maybe each
running a `test' on the other, but neither objected to the result.

In the tent the two `wrestled' with each other, kissing, touching, getting
sweatier by the second, till they reached the stage when their teen loins
felt like they needed special attention.

"Aghhhhhhh.... Agggghhhhhh.... Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Jason yelled out as cream
shot out of his teen volcano.

Right behind him, Patrick shouted the pangs of ejaculation,
"Aggggghh... Agggh.... Agggh... Oh... Oh... Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Even in the aftermath, Patrick still slowly stroked his slimed shaft,
diminished only a little bit, whereas Jason's cock almost immediately lay
down for a rest.

"I don't know how you do it."

"You tell me the same thing every time," Patrick replied. Finally the
feeling left him.

"I know, but it still amazes me how you can shoot your wad and then keep
stroking. It almost seems like... but then again you do sometimes," he
referred to Patrick boasting of how he can cum twice in a row.

"Got a tissue?"

"Nope. You?"

They were boy scouts in their younger years, but for their prom night
outing the two weren`t totally prepared.

Coming up with a brilliant plan, Jason remedies, "I suppose we could lick
each other off?"

"Like I guess we have no choice?"

It would not be the first time, although their mutual jerk-offs mainly
resulted in tissue-ing themselves off, that they `tasted' each
other. Lately they've taken to showering together.

"You first," Jason pointed out.

"I did it first last time. You go."

"You win," Jason owned up to his fate.

Getting up in doggie position, Jason bent his elbows and was ready to take
his first lick when....

"Hey! You in the tent..." they heard a gruff voice yell out, "didja know
you're on private property?"

A faint amount of daylight still filtered through the thin fabric of the
tent, enough for both boys to see the expression on each other's faces.

"C'mon you trespassers! Get out here!"

"Oh shit!" Both whispered, when realizing they had tossed their clothes on
a log outside the tent.

At the moment, wet cum soiling their chests, stomachs and pubes weren't on
their minds, as another order from the intruder cut through the silence of
the forest.

"We're coming... we're coming," Jason answered, the first to crawl out.

When both had extracted themselves from the small tent they stood, both
holding their two palms over their privates.

"Hey, you're not old man Foresi!" Jason esclaimed after laying eyes on a
guy less than half the old man's age.

Boyhood friends, same age, same height, almost the same weight, same sexual
position, whereas personalities were concerned that's where it ended. More
the shy, laid back type, Patrick stood there scared-as-shit. On the other
side of the coin, Jason was coolly checking out the, at least, six-footer.

"You got that right! I'm now the owner of this property and as I've heard
you teenagers don't give a damn about other people's privacy..."

He went on and on. Patrick kept on delivering `Sorry... sorry... sorry,'
after `young man' Foresi dealt them out. But for Jason, his hands over his
crotch slowly began fondling his goods.

Suddenly Patrick looks down at Jason's crotch when Foresi inquires, "What
are you doing there boy?"

Sighing a bit, Patrick did wonder, but more he was glad Foresi dropped the
rifle from holding it between his arm and bod, to pointing the barrel
towards the ground. Looking up once, he caught Foresi licking his lips. He
didn't think anything of it, but Jason sure did!

Smiling, fear nonexistent, Jason tells him, "I'm getting kind of hard. Say,
we both just blew our loads all over ourselves. Want to lick it off of us?"

Through his two lips, closed tightly, Patrick says, "You trying to get us
shot or something, Jase?" `Too late!' He immediately thought when Foresi
began stepping forwards.

Patrick backed off, but Jason stood his ground.

"Cum you say?"

"What tha?" Patrick said when Foresi reached forwards and lapped up a
stream of white goo with his finger. `You're fuckin' kiddin'?' he thought,
seeing Foresi put it through the dark beard and stache surrounding his
mouth.

"I knew it! I just knew it!"

"Knew what?" Patrick asked his bud, the fear dropping from his mind.

Before Jason could explain, Foresi says, "Y'know it's not quite summer and
at night the woods can get pretty cold out here?"

Patrick explains, "Yeah, but it's a special night for us ya see? Instead of
going to the prom we wanted to make it one of our high school memories
spending the time together."

"Oh so you're a gay couple?" Foresi says. By this time he's sitting on the
log, right on top of their scattered clothing, his gun relaxed, sitting on
the ground.

Patrick still grasped up his balls in one hand, shielding his cock with the
other. Differing, Jason let his jewels hang out, placing his hands on his
hips. By now, Jason's teen cock had regained some of it's strength
back. Hung down, but in an obvious position, he wasn't at all perturbed
when Foresi reached out and scooped up his balls.

"You refill fast, boy!"

Playing along, something he learned on the internet reading gay stories, he
says, "If you want you can try emptying them?"

Foresi smiled, but unknown to Jason it wasn't his pubes he was interested
in.

"As I was saying," he dropped Jason's orbs and stood, "gets kind of cold in
the woods. I got an idea. Being it a special evening for you two, I'm
willing to forgive and forget. Hey, I was a teenager once too y'know?"

All Jason cared about was his pulsing pubic region.

On the other hand, Patrick, still shielding himself, replies, "Like how old
are you?"

Visibly, Foresi readjusts his crotch, pulling at the beltline of his jeans
as he side-steps towards Patrick, "Twenty-seven. And you are?"

"I'm Patrick and this is my friend Jason."

Knowing it`s not how Foresi meant it, Jason tells, "We're legal."

"I didn't mean it `that' way." And then back to Jason, "Whatever your mind
is thinking there young man, I'm not meaning it like I'm trying to figure
out if you're old enough to be taken advantage of!"

"Oh really? It'd be sexual harrassment already if we weren't eighteen. Like
you forget you held my balls in your hand?"

"Oops, you're right!" Foresi replies.

Sarcastically Jason says, "Okay, so now you know we're eighteen. You wanna
get down on your knees and suck me off?"

"Jason, you idiot! Will ya shut up?"

But to Patrick's amazement Foresi isn't going for his gun, but rather
laughing hardily.

"Sorry boy, but you don't exactly turn me on!"

Reading up on it on the internet, Jason's read over and over again how a
gay man, regardless of age, build, stature, religion, nationality, what he
does for a living, `wants cock`! Thinking the fiction-written-principle
truth, he says, "Get outta here. You're no different than the next gay
bottom. I saw how you were drooling over my cock, how you couldn't wait to
get on your knees and suck me dry. You can't fool me!"

Patrick was wishing Jason would just shut-the-fuck up. Even though the
rifle remained on the ground he was waiting for, any second now, to see
Jason's limp body go flying through the air.

"Well, boy. Looks like you just got fooled for the first time in your
life!" And still on a jolly note he turns to Patrick, "Then again," he
stands facing Patrick, arms folded across his chest, "y'know this being
your special night... I've got a pot of stew on up at the cabin and some
fresh biscuits in the oven. Why don't the three of us go back and
celebrate?"

Unknown to the two facing each other, as Jason began to soften, Patrick
felt like small pulses jabbing him in the pubes.

"Here!" Jason called out.

Hitting him right in the chest, first his shirt, then his jeans, Patrick
didn't catch either, his hands still in protection-mode.

"It's okay," Foresi said with a smile. "I know what a man's privates look
like!"

Patrick, still in shock over how this twenty-something year old was paying
more attention to him than his friend, how nice he was talking to him, so
soft and gentle, he was outright frozen in place. His head dropped as he
watched the total stranger bend down and pick up his clothes. "What're ya
gonna do?"

Slapping Patrick's tee shirt on his knee, he loosened the forest floor from
clinging to it. "Help you get dressed?"

Maybe a bit of jealousy in his voice, Jason yells over, "He's been dressing
himself since he left the cradle!"

By now neither of them were paying Jason any mind. So relaxed had Patrick
become, he gave up his frozen-statue position and began a mindset of
trust. "I suppose I `could' use some help!"

Both smiled at each other as Patrick fed his arms into the sleeves. He
bowed a little as Foresi ringed the collar of the tee over Patrick's head.

"Oh brother!" Jason responded as he zipped up his pants.

But it didn't deter either of the two from Patrick being robed in his
garments. "Alright if I?"

Way too `emotional' by now, the two looked at Patrick's response to being
dressed.

With his hands on his hips, Patrick looked down upon himself and returning
his answer, "Just be careful you don't catch me in the zipper?"

Unlike Jason, who put his briefs on beforehand, he held Patrick's in his
hand, realizing he forgot to throw `something' at him!

Loosing his balance a little - his feet were not attired yet - Patrick
said, "Whoa," backing up his butt to allow his balls to recede. It was by
instinct, but it was by accident he lost his footing, placing his hands on
the next steady object, the pair of shoulders in front of him.

"Trust me," Foresi said as he looked into Patrick's eyes, "I wouldn't harm
a hair on your pretty little head."

"Oh brother!" again came from the wings.

And then breaking his demeanor from serious to joking Foresi laments, "Or
anything else down there!"

Another thought crossed Jason's mind, `What happened to the gruff
son-of-a....'

Lost for words, "Um... thanks.. Uh thanks for letting me.... Lean on you."
Patrick settled on.

"Anytime!" came the response, a smile of reassurance attached.

"Um, don't you think that stew is cold by now?" Jason interrupted.

This time they both paid attention to Jason's `concern'.

When the two laughed, looking upon Jason, Jason looked down. "What?"

Simultaneously the hint came, "You've got your shirt on backwards!" And
like long lost friends, each gave the other a pat on the back for thinking
up the same thing at the same time.

Without stripping it, Jason worked both arms, turtle-like, turning the
shirt around and poking his arms back out. When he looked up both Foresi
and his friend were gone!

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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee

This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior
consent from the author.



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