Date: Sun, 20 Sep 2009 14:11:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: PaTRick?S LuCKy CHarM 17

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 safetymatters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use
protection.

PaTRick'S LuCKy CHarM 17
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"It's midnight," Ke'ala informed Patrick as he held him in his arms. He was
probably talking to deaf ears as he sensed Patrick's lungs slow, from the
hectic pace of his first fuck, the heightened moment when he unloaded his
pent up motions into Ke'ala's ass. "Patrick?" he talked to the closed
eyelids, the side of Patrick's face resting on his shoulder.

"Hm?" came the simple reply.

Taking the blond locks from Patrick's forehead, Ke'ala furthers, "I think
you did very well for your first time. Did you like it?"

"Um," came the positive reaction, which made Ke'ala smile, mainly because
he knew it took everything out of Patrick to reach climax, especially after
going at it for roughly two hours. Then he spotted something, the
chain. Reaching in between Patrick and his right pec, Ke'ala retrieved the
golden disc. Happily he says, "Your lucky charm," and adding it to his,
"and my lucky charm." He lined the discs of metal up, matching the faces of
the tokens. "We both sure are lucky!"

"Huh?" Patrick asked, his arm moving from hanging over the other side of
Ke'ala to his left pec.

"O-o-o-oh!" Ke'ala said when Patrick squeezed his left nip. He looks over
to his right side.

"Felt good, huh?"

"I thought you were sleeping?"

"Half sleeping, half dreaming," Patrick tells.

"Did you hear what I said?"

"About what?"

Ke'ala shows him what he's got in his hand, "We're both very lucky."

"Uh, yeah. We are."

He smiled at Patrick's candid, however so unromantic reply. "I bet your
Uncle Pat is wondering about you?"

"You kidding? He's probably glad to get me out of the house so he and
Austin can do the same thing we're doing!"

Patrick could feel Ke'ala's chest `chuckling', which drew out some laughter
from himself. He then gives Ke'ala's nip another small `mash'.

"O-o-oh," he cries out. "You like torturing my nip, don't you?"

Patrick slips his hand down. "Not according to this!" He gives Ke'ala a few
strokes.

"Hmm," Ke'ala assesses.

As quick as he tantalized Ke'ala's cock, he stopped. "Aren't you tired?"

"I am, but while you were off somewhere dreaming, I thought I would admire
your handsome self!"

"That's sweet Ke'ala. Hey, do you think we will still be this serious about
each other at the end of the summer?" Patrick asks with seriousness.

"I would like it to be this way. You?"

"Know what I was thinking?"

"What?"

As their metals clinked, the two lay there side by side, Patrick unveiling,
"Y'know, I figured when I met a guy I would be dating him for months and
months before I even felt serious about him?"

Ke'ala lay there with a smile on his face.

"What?" Patrick questioned the response.

"Serious, you said? What do you mean by serious?" And at the same time he
said is, Ke'ala's hands are working over Patrick's bod with a light
massage.

He hadn't thought much about using the `love' word, so for now Patrick
called it, "I really care about you a lot Ke'ala, but I'm not putting the
pressure on you to be the same way back."

This time the smile turned into puckered lips, Ke'ala leaning forwards and
planting them on Patrick's face.

What could Patrick do, but `answer back', his lips caressing, tongue
fighting to get inside Ke'ala's mouth.

Like a war, the two fought each other inside mouths, til Ke'ala got the
upper hand, pressuring Patick against the bed. Unlike their first time in
the sheets, Ke'ala didn't hesitate, doing what he wanted. Pinning Patrick
to the mattress with his bod, he kissed him down the neck, kissed his
chest, then proceeded to lick all the way down to his teen treasure trail.

"O-o-o-oh yeah!" Patrick replies with new interest as his cock is toyed
with Ke'ala's tongue.

It didn't last though. As Ke'ala got into it, Patrick became more and more
relaxed until he slipped away into dreamland.

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As for his good friend Jason, getting on one in the morning, he slipped out
of bed, leaving behind Brett and Karl. Sleeping soundly, he tried not
waking them and succeeded as he grabbed his clothes. Out in the hallway he
dressed. "Hell with it!" he whispers to himself, not finding his briefs
among the wadded up goods. Also, his socks were missing, but he figured the
two items were non-essentials.

"Late night?" Came a voice from the glassed in security booth, as he passed
through the lobby.

"Uh yeah," Jason replies, still fastening his belt.

"Got some place to go?"

`What else could this be, but a lead -in,' Jason thought to himself. "I
didn't see you here on the way in?" He threw his own pickup line to the
security guard.

Hanging at the doorway, the guard says, "Why don't you come in and take a
look around?"

"Sure," Jason replies. In his mind he was hoping this was leading
somewhere. He didn't mind being with Brett and Karl tonight, because they
treated him real well, but Jason's real love of sex lay in older men.

"The name's Carr, John Carr." He kind of got the feeling Jason was
`interested', being as he came in, closing the door behind him. Jason said
nothing when John tilted the blind close.

"Nice place you got here," Jason said, looking around. Finally his circular
eye-tour brought him back to facing the thirty-three year old guard,
sitting there in his swivel chair.

"Thanks. Almost all the comforts of home!"

Jason knew John was getting to something.

"Except..." John left his statement a cliffhanger.

"Except what?" Jason plays along.

>From the moment he entered, the two were on target with their thoughts,
both knowing where this was going to lead. So, John didn't feel at all
nervy, reaching forwards and begin fidgeting with Jason's belt.

He said nothing, allowing John to slip the belt from his pants loops.

A stare ensued, John wrapping the belt up in a coil, placing it on his
desk. "Gets mighty lonely here at night."

Again, Jason stood there, hands on his torso, thumbs tucked in. He moved
them when John opened his fly and began to take his pants down.

"Hmm... nice of you to come prepared," John said of the briefless pubes. He
let them fall to Jason's ankles. Reaching forwards, John took Jason's teen
balls in his hand and used them as a fulcrum to leaning forwards and
wrapping his lips around Jason's cock.

It was hot. Very hot, Jason thought as John sucked on his by now hard
shaft. And with the hand massage, rolling his balls around in their sacs,
he was getting mightily aroused. So much, he felt the need to either strip
his tee shirt off or sweat it up.

Getting the hint, John stood and began unbuttoning his uniform. In no time
it was off and Jason was looking at the light veil of blondish hair
covering John's pecs. And while he did some stripping, Jason made himself
comfortable, sitting up on the edge of the desk.

When John finished taking it all off, except his socks, he bowled Jason
over onto his back. Semi-muscular, John climbed up on the desk, straddling
Jason. Enough of an advantage reached, so he could cave in halfway and
begin licking Jason's chest. He zeroed in on each pec.

In turn, Jason worked John's pecs, grabbing hold of his nips and lightly
massaging them. He knew John liked it immensely.

"Harder!"

`No problem!' Jason thought, his hands giving John an answer, squeezing and
pulverizing at the same time.

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" John said as he now focused on what was being done to
himself, slightly swiping his tongue over Jason's chest.

When Jason stopped, John whined, but he didn't mind so much as Jason
pressed on his shoulders, a sign to tell him to get busy tongue-massaging
his cock!

He had Jason more aroused than being upstairs with Brett and
Karl. One-on-one seemed so much more relaxed to Jason. He stroked himself
while John busied rimming him. "O-o-oh yeah! Deeper John!"

Following through, John did go deeper, but it was necessary to put Jason
into a more jack-knifed position, which made it so he could not massage his
cock so vividly.

"I'm getting close," Jason announced after tens of minutes of this oral
workover. He also asks, "You want it down the throat or up the ass?"

"Get up!" John exclaimed.

As soon as Jason got off the desk, John folded his bod over it. Close was
close and almost after Jason entered, pummeled John's ass a bit, he came.

Thanking him, John asked when he would be back to visit his dorm friends.

Jason didn't have an answer for him. As he walked back to his car, Jason
thought about it. In one night he had fucked two college dudes, sent his
cum down one of their throats, then fucked John over. What bugged him is it
wasn't anything special. It was all good, but it wasn't `special'. "Yeah,
special," Jason said to himself as he stood there on the curb, reflecting
on the night of sex. He was about to step off the curb when a motorcycle
came by. He yelled at the guy as he sped past, "You fuckin' idiot! You
almost fuckin' killed me!" Then he gulped when the evil looking biker
stopped, looked back and then continued on his way. "Whew!" Jason
replied. He walked the lot, across one aisle of parked cars, then a
second. Across from him was his car. He put the key in. He heard a sound of
a motorcycle. "Oh no! It can't be!" He rushed to open the door and
literally jumped inside, laying flat on the seat, hoping the dude didn't
 see him. He waited. Nothing or nobody was making a sound around
him. Still, he gave it a few more minutes. Suddenly he heard a tapping on
his window.

Muffled, he heard, "Hey! You okay in there?"

The sound of the key on the driver's side window was louder than the voice,
but still Jason lay comatose. Thinking the dude was not giving up, he gave
up his lying down and sat up. He cracked the window down a fraction of an
inch. "What do you want?"

"I just wanted to make sure I didn't hit you or anything back there. You
okay?"

It was dark and Jason couldn't see much, but a figure. He still wasn't sure
even though the dude was showing concern and his voice seemed that of a
nice person, not an evil motorcycle dude who was out to knife somebody in
the early morning hours, after getting cursed at. He unrolled the window
some more. "I'm fine. Okay?"

"Yes. I was concerned whether I hit you or not," the guy replies.

He could tell it wasn't any of the young frats around here. Not like Brett,
nor Karl. He figured once the guy found out he was okay it would be it. But
it wasn't!

"What are you doing going out so late?"

Right away Jason figures the dude thinks he's a dorm resident. "Oh, I don't
live here. I'm like leaving. I just came to visit my friends and now I'm
leaving." `That would get rid of him', Jason thought, though he kind of
liked what he saw, the light beard covering a face he could not distinguish
the features of.

Nice masculine voice, so Jason thought, as the dude continues, "Oh, so I
guess you're going home?"

It was obvious this dude wasn't all into finding out about his
welfare. Then again, Jason kind of felt something more too. So he gambled,
"Not unless you've got a different place to go?"

In no time Jason's car window was up, he was outside the vehicle, walking
to the stranger's motorcycle. He's taken risks before and if he had sensed
something not okay with this, he would have not risked it. But he felt good
about it, especially when he sat behind the motorcycle dude, put his arms
around the dude's middle and hung on while they zipped away from the
college grounds. He wondered if the guy always carried an extra helmet in
the case of picking up a stray cat!

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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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