Date: Sat, 9 Jan 2010 17:06:35 -0800 (PST) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: EVERYDAY YOU'RE ON MY MIND 01 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. EVERYDAY YOU'RE ON MY MIND 01 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "I know what you're going to say Alex, 'Why am I putting myself through this torture?' Go ahead. Say it!" Setting his laptop bag on the coffee table, taking his suit jacket off and dropping his ass into the sofa next to Evan, Alex replies, "I would hope, even though we've known each other roughly for only a month, you would know me better?" Then, in reassurance, as Alex cuddles with Evan, he says, "Don't worry. It'll take another week or so, but I'll get over Steve. Then you won't have to put up with me talking about him all the time." "'Get over'? I don't expect you to, Evan. How can I call the shots when I wasn't even a part of your life with Steve? Time heals and you may not think too much of Steve and he won't be on your mind everyday, but I'm sure there will be things which stir your memory, which will draw up a flashback, signaling the return of your memory, of the lives you two have led and..." Looking into his boyfriend's eyes, Evan asks, "Is my mom going to have to pay for 'this' session too, doc?" Suddenly realizing it, lecturing to Evan, Alex replies, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry open the subject everytime you seem depressed, at least in my mind." Seeing he 'has' been dwelling too much on the guy he's left behind, comparing him to the new man in his life, who has managed to capture his heart, the eighteen year old lightens up, "Pry? You mean like your fingers are doing now?" Alex looks down to the place which is drawing Evan's attention as well. "Oh that. I was only trying to soothe you." "A belly-rub, Alex? Is this what they teach you in the textbooks?" "No, but it works on Winnie-the Pooh, so why not!" Evan asks, "Do you think Christopher Robin ever gave him a hard-on?" Smiling, Alex forgets about 'childhood' and works the button of Evan's jeans open. "One-handed. Not bad," Evan jokes. But him using two hands to unthread Alex's necktie, unbutton the white dress shirt as he goes, he remarks, "but 'two' makes it go along a lot faster!" Right in the middle of the 'hands-on' activity, Alex parting Evan's jeans as Evan splits Alex's shirt into two, the phone rings. "Let it!" Alex replies, more interested in other matters, like slipping his fingers between the elastic of Evan's briefs and the reddish pubes. Even though stirred up by Alex's ministrations, Evan says, "Ugh," untangling his hands free from removal process of his psych's shirt, pressing his back against the sofa, lamenting his mother's phone call. "Dr. Bravo, this is Gladys Brigstocke and I'm deathly afraid something drastic has happened to Evan. He hasn't called and...." "When's the last time you called home?" Alex interrogates. "This morning from school? Like right after my English exam, like I promised I was going to? Like she was more concerned with whether I did good, than me?" Seeing something, which turned up in their weekly sessions, the animosity Evan has showed towards his only living parent, Alex states, "She really cares about you and wants you to do good." "She's keeping tabs on me, so her faggot-son doesn't hook up with anymore 'older men'," Evan returns with indignation. Seeing this heading towards a stalemate, along with the pickup message ending, Alex says, "Well, regardless, I care and..." the moment which they left behind three minutes ago, comes back, Alex's voice turning from his office manner, into a sweet, sexy, soft demeanor, his hands picking up where they left off... "for right now I think the best medicine would be for you to relax, " his hands help out, finally drawing down Evan's briefs. Revealing the reddish pubes, Evan speaks like he's in a session downtown at Dr. Bravo's office, "I'm sorry I talked that way about my mom." At the same time, he puts pressure on the palms of his hands, driving them into the sofa in order to create a fulcrum for lifting his ass. Swiping both briefs and pants down in one swoop, Alex still evades the issue, "Mm-m what do we have here?" All that's visible at this point is Evan's teen treaure trail, with his tee shirt hiked up, and the place where the red-haired sliver points. He takes it in stride, the slight shove of Alex's hand to his shoulder, bowling him over. Simultaneously, Alex repositions himself so he can manoever between the teen's legs. "Mm-m now this might just ruin my appetite for dinner!" Placing his hands behind his head, Evan relaxes, his eyes at the bottom of their sockets, taking in the whole picture of his shrink working over him. "Mm-muh!" Alex hums as his lips envelope the stiff shaft. "Oh-h-h-h!" Evan sighs, closing his eyes, arching his back and his neck following the contour of the arm of the sofa. His mouth forming an 'O', Dr. Bravo works magic on his patient, calming the savage beast within, outwards and beyond! % Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee `EVERYDAY YOU'RE ON MY MIND' 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! TCMcP.....