Date: Tue, 26 Jan 2016 13:27:38 +0000 From: TCHASE MCPHEE Subject: LoOkiNG FoR SoMEThiNG MOre? 02 % This work of fiction is 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 habitats, governmental or non-governmental areas, secret rooms or dungeons. % If sexual scenes involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if dude-to-dude sex stuff makes you wanna barf or is gonna screw up your mind, you should not read this story. % States and countries have various rules regarding reading or viewing `adult material'. It is up to you, the reader, to research this subject, abiding by their own laws and conscience. The pages of this story contain `adult material', intended for an `adult audience.' Bypass this warning at your own risk! % Sexual safety matters. Guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection and I don't mean going out and hiring a security guard...unless he gives your nuts and bolt a jolt. Hey dudes, if you have enjoyed reading NiFTy stories as much as I have over the years, consider adding some $upport for `internet $pace' or else I will have to start cutting handsome, hairy or steamy characters out of my stories. Do you dare imagine a story without any tops? http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ^o^ Before you read this steamy story, take note; it could make you stiff or gooey. I would suggest not reading it in a public place, unless you like people staring at the wet blotch between your legs...just sayin'! :) % "LoOkiNG FoR SoMEThiNG MOre" 02 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee ^ 0 ^ % Figuring it was too late to walk in on his first period class, Austin waited the five minutes till the bell rang. While doing so, he figured, being tardy, it would be better to walk around front, thus throwing off suspicion of walking out from the gym. It wasn't his intention to get anyone in trouble. He liked the gym teachers. They were all as cute as hell! If someone were checking an aerial view of the front courtyard of the high school, they would have caught Austin, on a collision course... "Oh! I'm so sorry!" Protocol, it should have been the dude left standing, to apologize. After all, the ginger-haired lad had been checking his text messages, instead of what lie ahead in the walkway! "I didn't see you there," he looked down at Austin, sitting on his ass, looking like a crab. Reaction to someone in trouble, with possibility, his own fault for causing it, he lends a hand, "C'mon, let me help you up. Put your foot against mine." >From the shoes up, Austin could not see if this was a dude his own age, or older. Unlike the other students, he was dressed in a suit, neck tie hanging down. However, propelled upwards by the helping hand, standing, gave more of a `checking out' view. Austin didn't know it lame to say, "Oh, do I know you?" "I don't think so. This is my first day at Palmera Heights..." "PH," Austin says, lost for any other words. Thinking about the hot looking gym teachers, categorized by sport they coached, rather than where he was going, Austin wasn't about to let this guy out of his sight, until he got a name, "I'm Austin...Duchene." "Conor O'Connor, at your service, your majesty," Conor bends till his ass looks higher than the rest of him. "Your parents plan that?" It's not the first time Conor has gotten that query, about the `C.O'C', "Definitely so!" Austin liked the easygoing humor, but not as much as the color of his hair, very cute face, awesome smile. The dorkiness? He let slide, "I'm late to first, so I thought I'd duck in at second period." Quick-thought, so as not to allow this fish to swim out of sight, "If you want me to show you around?" "Cool," Conor said. He follows Austin a few footsteps, before saying, "I suppose it's uncool to show up at school in a suit?" "Oh," Austin does a 360, "about that..." Then, walking back down the three steps up, he says, "Follow me." Thinking it, Conor could only hope, `To the ends of the earth!' If Ralph was doing naughty stuff under the bleachers, it had to be safe, "You can undress here." Then, Austin realizes the implications, "I mean, take your jacket, tie and dress shirt off. You are wearing a tee under it?" Tough to see anything under a quality-made white shirt. Austin knows this, because as far back as he can remember, he's been a `shirt-studier'. He loved the implications of a dark-haired guy, wearing an almost sheer, buttoned-down, white or pastel shirt and the patterns on his chest and stomach showing through. Catching a dude in the rain can be even more fun to scan! "Well, that was the dress code at Catholic school. Public, I at least wanted to make a good, first impression for the teachers?" "We can work with that." Conor went right to stripping till he was half-naked. All the time, he tried not being conspicuous, keeping an eye on Austin. The brilliant plan he came up with, is, if Conor didn't have a tee shirt, he would lend him his! `Awesomeness' was the case, when Conor began to unbutton his shirt. Dropping the book-bag off his shoulder, Austin proceeds to strip, "here. Don't worry, I showered today," he pulls his tee off in one swoop. In Conor's opinion, because he was right there, bird's eye view, close enough to reach out and touch that beautiful, smooth bod, "You look good. Do you workout?" Wanting to touch all that reddish fur covering Conor's pecs, run a finger down the stripe, maybe go further, Austin sidetracks himself, "A little. How about yourself?" Smiling, Conor says, "some." Smoothing it out, "fits good!" Of course, Austin would have like to have smoothed it out with his own hands, but he didn't have the guts to touch another dude. Instead, he adds nervous compliments, "uh," he swallows, "it looks good on you." Whatever their thoughts were about each other, it became a stalemate, smiling. Perhaps Conor had more knowledge about these things, whereas Austin hung back, "I have a feeling we're going to be very good friends," he gives Austin a swift back-of-the-hand pat on the tummy. Thinking he might have laid it on too thick, with the stares, eyeing up every inch of Conor's hairy chest, the stripe, running down his taut abs, in and out his navel, the trail, "What makes you say that?" Truthfully, Conor was showing Austin he knew about life and it's little idiosyncrasies, "Because I think you're cute and you think the same...about me?" "Oh my god," Austin stood there, redness filling his face, redder than Conor's frontal assault! "It's okay," Conor folds his jacket, stuffing the tie in one of the pockets. "Things like this happen when two gay guys get the signal." "Signal? What signal?" Saved by the bell, well Conor certainly would not have minded this conversation going further, "The bell." "The bell is a signal?" It made Conor laugh, then apologize. Together they found a place to stash the tie, jacket and dress shirt, in Austin's locker and hustled, serpentining their way through the hallway. Making it easier, they were both in the same class. Entering art class, Conor's gaydar antler went up! When the teacher asks, "Coming from church?" Conor got the message, having left on the bottom half of his suit. Though, he also knew `artists' and perhaps he was being scouted out to be a nude model for the class, or even more interesting a private session? He shrugged it off, thinking time would tell. Sitting, Austin lets out a muffled, shrill whistle, "Conor, over here!" Four to a table, Conor leans, lips to Austin's ear, "To the best of your knowledge, have you gotten any signals about our art teach here?" Not a dumb bunny, being they were talking about `gay' when Conor brought up, `the signals', Austin assumes, "I don't know. Maybe you can tell me?" `Burned', is what Conor felt, but in a nice way, "You're okay, bro." Austin didn't know what that meant either. Like, what did he say to deserve the mysterious answer. By the end of the class, Conor kind of had drawn up a thesis on the art teacher. After class the two had study hall. Getting bold, perhaps it was feeling older, since Austin had witnessed `live porn' under the HS bleachers, "Wanna cut?" "Not sure. My first day of school. I should be making some kind of impression?" "But you have," Austin replies, trying the buddy-thing, tapping knuckles against Conor's shirt. Both pause, which gives Conor a chance to think on it, "what the hell?" The school itself was situated on acres of land, an old dairy farm. An old barn and silo, fenced off, could be seen in the distance. No fast food or other establishment which could offer the kind of junk food, sustenance a high schooler needs, which, to answer the same question put to Austin, "Nah. Going back 2 years, a dude wanted to put up a hamburger stand, but the board of ed fought to keep him from doing it. Town council rejected it. Now, if we want to keep ourselves from dying from cafeteria food, we've gotta do drive-out!" It made Conor giggle, not reluctant now to say, "You know, you're really cute?" Austin blushes, "Am I?" When asked about things, comfortable within his own mental territory, he could offer advice. Stuff about guy-to-guy relationships, friendly or more, he didn't know, it becoming an embarrassing reaction. "You've got a hot physique and you're handsome. You have a lot going for you. I'm surprised guys aren't lining up to..." "To...what?" Not knowing Austin long, Conor was already sensing his sensitivity towards objects of discussion. Thinking he's crossed the line, "Shake your hand!" That didn't sound right to Austin, "Oh," but he let it go. A thought about Conor, walking to his car, he was very smart. He smiled, thinking of his new bud, a `gay encyclopedia.' On the way out of the school, the road was simple, one way to go. Turning out of the drive, Conor turns right. "Not which I'm trying to tell you what to do, dude, but you were supposed to go straight?" "Really? I think I turned into the school from this way?" he stops, right behind the stop sign at his rear. Could be, Austin asking, "Where do you live?" "Dryden Lane." "The town-homes?" Austin guesses. "That's the place." "Then you should have turned left, out of the school lot. Trust me, you don't want to go right." Making a u-turn, barely missing the ditch at the side of the road and heading back, Conor asks, "Why? What's up the other way?" He lived most of his life in these parts. Ever since the dairy farm was sold off, part of the land sold to the town to build a new high school, Austin repeats, "What I've heard, there's some seedy things that happen down that way, near the old barn." "Like what?" Not which Austin hadn't wanted to venture there, "I heard guys play around in the old barn at night." "Guys like us?" This made Austin laugh out loud. "What?" Conor didn't know why. "Guys like us? You just made me gay!" Well, he already knew it, but for Austin to hear it said, it caught him off guard. "Got news for you, bro. You already were gay. Me? I'm your gay-guardian angel, sent to earth, to help you bring out your true self!" "Really?" Austin sat there, arms folded, staring at Conor the whole time they drove. Then Conor stops, dead in the road without pulling over. "You could've caused an accident, you know?" "It's almost a dirt road." "People avoid driving it." "Precisely," Conor states, "besides, what I'm thinking..." Yeah, Austin was wondering what Conor was thinking! "Maybe we should head over to the old barn tonight and see if the rumors you hear are true?" A little nervous about that plan, Austin says, "I don't know. My mom's out of town and..." "And it's the perfect time for you and me to...hey," he slaps Austin on the thigh, "it'll be our first date!" "Date? Don't two people on a date go out to dinner and a movie?" "Live porn, dude! What could be more satisfying to get our balls brewing?" It made Austin laugh, "`Balls brewing?'" "Don't tell me," Conor was out to prove a element of discussion, "your groin wasn't pulsing for release when you first lay eyes on me?" "Maybe they were, maybe not." Austin couldn't remember back that far, so railroaded Conor, "Was yours?" Stopping on the deserted track of broken asphalt and dirt, for the second time, Conor says, "We should see for once and for all." Before Austin could think, Conor had his seat belt off, reaches over to the other side of the car, grabs him by the neck and pulls him in for a kiss. Austin complains, "Damn, you almost hung me," he says, in the process of taking off the seatbelt catch. If he had wanted to fight Conor off, he wouldn't have released the belt. Instead, his trust mechanism set him to wanting to see what it was like to kiss a guy! Breaking off, Conor guesses, "First kiss?" "Well, other than my mom. Why?" Austin wipes his lips with the back of his hand. "I could tell." Putting the car back in gear, "We'll have to work on that." Austin, replacing his belt, notices something he should have felt, a rise in his zipper area. Turning to Conor, he wonder if it went unnoticed? Apparently Conor had not seen that and much to Austin's own amusement, "You didn't check to see if I was hard?" "Take it from me, junior, sometimes you don't need to check. You just know!" Conor sped up the road, dodging potholes. When they got to the end, Conor jerks the car to the side. What he thought about the dirt and gravel lane, it indeed was in need of repair. In his late model roadster, it was a thrill to take on some speed and the bumps, or having to snake around obstacles. "Now, which one do you live in?" Austin scans the square parcel of town-homes, one looking like the other. "A left," Conor narrates, "and a right," brings them up to a gate. "That was quick." It seemed like Conor half-heard, saying, "Check this out, junior!" Austin liked the pet name. In a way, Conor was being to him what his father never was, there to explain everything about the here and now. A gated community, they pull up to a little booth. A small window opens, a gargantuan hulk filling the frame. Conor says right off, "Hey, Derrick. If you're not doing anything tonight, how about coming over to the old barn and fucking me?" Austin had flashbacks of Troy, Ralph fucking his ass hard and mercilessly, but revelation of what went on behind the chain linked fencing. About to answer, Derrick leans his belly over the frame, "I didn't know you knew anything about the barn... Hey, who's that with you?" "My buddy, Austin. Cute, isn't he?" Rather direct, Derrick replies in his own manner, shouting across the dashboard, "You got a big dick, boy?" "What?" Austin's face scrunches up, like smelling something foul. "You should learn some manners, Derrick?" It's then the woof-man gets the picture. Instead of apology, he steers towards Conor's ear, "You'll pay for that tonight, boy!" Conor could only hope! Not at the barn, but one night when he walked down to the front booth of Dryden Townhouses, he caught Derrick up in some meaningful conversation. That very night, Derrick found out how tight Conor could be and other amenities befitting a top man! Conor didn't answer Derrick, too much of a fascination about Austin. Really, he was driven to show his new bud his pad, bedroom specifically, maybe include in the layout, what lied underneath his dress pants! The town-homes weren't visible, until they passed through a grove of trees. Soon enough, they were parked in a lot. "I hear, people who live here are millionaires?" Conor smiles, saying, "I forgot to mention something." "You don't really live here?" "Oh, I live here all right, but what I didn't mention is, I've got 2 dads." If Austin had a brake, he would have sharply stepped on it, "Two dads? How did that happen?" It made Conor laugh, "Dude, like it wasn't like, an accident?" "Like us?" Austin smiles, lips tight. Smiling back, Conor sat motionless, taken with Austin's angelic face. "So, how long are you going to hold me captive?" Conor snaps open the door locks, "Done!" Getting out of the car, Austin had to close the door quickly, another car wanting to pull in next to them, which made want to hug the vehicle, for fear of getting run over. Recognizing it, Conor walks around, saying, "My other dad." Typical, when his stepdad squeezes out, the bearded man eyes Austin from the crotch, up! "He's not your type, Nik!" He knew Conor was being a wiseguy, but Nik let it slide, though `threatens', "Remind me to take you over my knee and spank you later!" "Dad said I grew out of that, remember?" Nik remembered, but he wasn't too old to receive a few licks of the ping pong paddle on the bum! "I forgot," his other father makes it simple. "So, what are you two up to?" "Not what you're thinking, Nik!" >From how Conor was talking, Nik got the impression, "No school today?" "Of course. What do you think we're doing...being delinquents and cutting?" "You really want to know?" Nik gives Conor a handslap against the ass. "I'm tellin' dad!" There was a lot Austin didn't know. For one thing, after Nik rushes on ahead, "You call Nik, `Nik', but you call your dad, `dad?'" "Yeah. Nik's real name is Besnik, but when I was little I couldn't say Besnik, so called him Nik. Dad says I'm the one responsible for changing Besnik to Nik. Now we all call him Nik. Get it?" "I think. What should I call him?" Austin replies, walking through the front door Conor holds for him. "Nik, dah?" "Well, I don't know. My mom says, meeting a guy older than me, I should call him, `mister'." "This is different," Conor seemed to have all the answers, "you know me, so you can call him Nik." To try it out, they walk inside, Nik in the kitchen, assembling a protein shake, Austin saying with a wave, "Nice to meet you Nik!" He left Nik with a look of disillusionment, like what the hell was that all about! "Good job," Conor gives Austin a little pinch at the hip, leading him to other parts of the spacious indoors. "Got an idea." "What?" "You said you had to call and check in with your mom, before dinner?" "Right." "Why don't you tell her you're spending the night at a friend's house?" Austin replies, "That would be great, but I don't have any friends." "Like, what do you think I am?" Conor says, entering his bedroom, stripping his tee, Austin's tee off, right away. Austin forgot the question! "Everyone has friends," Conor unlatches his belt, kicking off sneakers. Just standing there, it was like a spectator at a strip show, "You're the first." Stripping completely down, Conor argues, "You mean, you went through all 12 years of school and you didn't have one person to call your friend?" His mind in total disarray, Austin just stands there, admiring the beautiful red pubes and a long cock hanging down between. So big, his balls, they show at the sides. "Hey!" Conor snaps his finger, "You want to snap out of it?" He laughs, jumping in the bed, leaving his bud gawking. Still, Austin stood there, after catching a glimpse of Conor's ass, red fuzz encasing all of it! "Wanna get the door?" Still frozen, Austin stood there, wondering if he wanted to close it or run through it faster than Superman! "Never mind. I'll get it." Like at the front yard of PHHS, Conor springs from the bed, same time as Austin snapping out of it. Colliding, Conor catches what he thinks, Austin going down again, "Didn't want to have a deja vu there!" "A what?" Austin can't ignore Conor's `catch!' "Our smashup this morning, at school?" It was tough reminiscing, with his arms loosely around Austin. "It was my fault," Austin insisted, but was doing nothing about escaping Conor's grip. "Have it your way." Out of harm's way, what Conor thought might lead to some kissing, having been there, done that, he relaxes both arms. Instantly, Austin misses the caress. "Ok," Conor amuses himself, "Plan B!" Seeing the bed scene was not going to happen, "You want to shower and then we can go out?" "You go first and then I'll go." "Have it your way!" Austin had to smile this time, learning quirks about Conor, like his developing, favorite phrase, reading it over in his mind, `have it your way.' Maybe he should have had it his way, walking over to the bed and allowing Conor to `have it his way'. With silence, except for running water, Austin took to sitting on the side of the bed. Even though Conor was whistling in the shower, it brought him no cheer, thinking about how his father had his way with him when he was a little boy. From there, life seemed like a long line of dominoes. Little did he know, Conor was having some thoughts of his own. It's probably the quickest shower he's ever taken, hitting the important part, soaping up pits, sliding the cake of soap down his trail and then a quick swipe of his hands under the balls. Bending over, he stuck a finger into his asshole, to be assured nothing remained an obstacle. For of habit. Conor wanted to make sure, in case he met up with some nice `top'! Instead of a mellow time rinsing, he took the shower head off the pedestal and rinsed off like a car wash. "Your turn!" he shows up, toweled around the waist. Then he discovers, Austin's head like he was looking at his own jewels, "What's the matter?" Feeling Conor sit next to him on the bed, because of the evil thought he was thinking, Austin scoots away. "Did I do something wrong?" Other than Doc Hadad, Austin has never shared the distressing events having began as far back as he could remember, 8-years old. Stuff like that, tough for a mind to forget. Without detailing too much, Austin says, "My mom always said my father walked out on us. That's what I'm supposed to say, if anyone asks. Truth is, she kicked him out. She doesn't know I know, but I do, because..." Conor closes the gap between them, placing an arm around his new bud's back, "This okay here?" Soft and mellow, pouty, Austin says, "Yeah," looks up at his side, then focuses on his `jewels'. "Y'know, we're friends now. I watch your back and you watch mine. Anything you want to unload, you can?" Truthfully, other than a close, professional relationship with Rocki, Doc Hadad, there was no one in this world Austin could confide. Sometimes he would manufacture people to talk to, like a well-known movie actor or a teacher at school. Fact is, whether Rick Cosnett knew it or not, he and Austin were best friends and maybe more. He had mentioned it to his shrink, he and Rick had some pretty terrific jerkoffs together! "Well?" Conor gave Austin a one-arm hug. Like, when he fictionalized, thoughts of a certain country star and himself as soul-mates, he felt the same warmth, except not as someone who was going to disappear when the feeling was gone, "Are we boyfriends?" "Hmm," Conor had to think, but not too long, "well, it takes time before a boy-meets-boy develops, but I'm sure liking you a lot already!" Austin could relate, even though he didn't have any real relationships to compare. He had to admit to himself though, it took a long time before one of his fantasy men, like Rick, took his cock and shook it for him! "I like you too, Conor." "Then," he smiles, "we should seal our new friendship with a kiss!" Austin wondered, if kissing a computer generated, print out of Rick could count as the first man who ever kissed him? He didn't act fast enough, Conor at least kissing him on the neck, saying, "Well, I didn't get a kick in the balls for that!" "I would never kick you in the balls, Conor?" Smirking, Conor says, "I didn't mean for real!" "I liked the kiss though. Maybe sometime we could do more?" Austin starts breaking down barriers from his past. "That's cool. Hey, you want to get in the shower so we can go chill out at the pool, before going to get something to eat?" For all purposes, Austin would be in 4th or 5th period, losing track of the day. "I don't know," Austin says. "Are you afraid of the water or something?" It made Austin smile, forget the past and move on, because Conor was being so cute, "No. I'm just used to showering in my own bathroom." "Well," Conor stands, his towel falling off his hips, "maybe you and me should go take a tour of the place!" Leaving the towel crumpled on the floor, they head towards the head. Austin turns back, "Your towel?" "Eh, there's plenty more from where that came from!" However, Austin would not allow Conor to leave the room, unless that towel was picked up, folded square and placed on the bed! "Mr. Neatness, plus!" Conor laughs. "My mom used to say we have to be neat and pick up after ourselves, because someday we might be on our own." For certain, if it was in his power, Conor swore that would never happen to Austin. He didn't know what it was, perhaps what happened to him and his dad's first boyfriend, was it possible the same thing happened to his friend? "Are you coming?" Conor asks. Setting the folded towel on the bed, Austin shows his spirits were lifting, "Have it your way!" Conor gave his bud an affection tap at the back of the head, which ruffled Austin's floppy mop. In the bathroom, door closed, Austin suddenly got the jitters, "I don't know about this." It's then, Conor decided to unload his own baggage, not which he constantly carried it around, "when I was less than a year old, my father caught my mother doing stuff to me when she was changing my diaper." Again Austin dropped his chin to his chest, sniffles following. "And years later, my dad's boyfriend, did some stuff to me. Fortunately I was old enough and could tell my dad." Holding hands, barely hands hanging by Conor's fingertips, Austin shares, "I never told my mom...I mean, not anything more than what she caught him doing. She just kicked him out and thought that was the end of it." "He came back?!" Conor gasped. "No, but the fact she didn't report it to the cops and no legal stuff took place, I was always scared shit he would come back." "She didn't get a restraining order?" Conor got in Austin's breathing space. "No. Nothing. I was always on my guard, except..." Closer, Conor's chest was in touching space, to Austin's shirt, "Except what, baby." That made Austin snap out of something, "Baby?" Shrugging his shoulders, Conor explains, "I told you I liked you." It's then, Austin took a big, big, gigantic chance. Leaning forward on his toes, he lifts high enough to give Conor a kiss. Quickly falling back, "Sorry." "Don't be. Don't ever be sorry about kissing me or anything else, Austin. C'mere." Conor leans in towards Austin. He only gave him one peck on the lips, "Okay with that?" Austin didn't say a thing at first, placing an index finger to his lips, giving a little tap, "You can do it again, if you want to?" "Permission. That's good. That's what we need to do, before...doing stuff with each other." However, Conor made a liar out of himself, unbuttoning Austin's shirt! It was when he reaches Austin's bellyhole, "Are you okay with this?" Inadvertently, Conor did notice Austin not being totally smooth, signs of a treasure trail growing in. For Austin it was so okay, was thinking of words to tell `Rick', it was over! % Copyright 2016 T. Chase McPhee "LoOkiNG FoR SoMEThiNG MOre" and developing segments of this story, may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author, or you will be forced to your knees.