Date: Sat, 2 Sep 2006 15:29:50 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: Stripes 03 The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If sexual scenes, involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you ought not read this story, by law. Check with your local laws, regarding such. Sexual safety matters. This is fiction. In the real world, use protection, during sexual encounters. "Stripes" 03 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % Mr. Martin stood there, a wry smile on his face. Me? I was in heaven, my mind temporarily removed from the goings on. For now, I scanned Mr. Martin's hairy front, wet with perspiration. Rob finally said, "Would you believe these two lads never sucked cock?" Mark and I were shocked, to say the least. In fact, it left us wordless. Yet, we both focused on Mr. Martin. This time, I didn't key in on his hot, steamy body, but how he was going to answer Rob. "Um, I think you two boys should excuse us?" "Let's go," Mark retorted. Quickly, getting up off his knees, pulling his swim trunks up and nodding his head to me, we moved out of the stall. I got a real buzz though, when my arm grazed Mr. Martin's sweaty stomach. "What do you think's gonna happen?" I asked Mark, once we dashed out, into the sunlight. "I dunno. Mr. Martin didn't seem like he was too mad." "Probably he's going to lecture Rob," I remarked. Going into a teacher solilquy, I acted out reprimanding a student. "Yeah," Mark giggled. It's then, we saw them cutting up watermelon and hightailed it over to the table, temporarily forgetting about the incident with Rob. % "Really, Rob? Hitting on youngsters?" "You look mighty hot and sweaty, `Mr. Martin'," Rob said, "how about a drink?" Entering the stall, the high school history teacher smiled. "Yeah, my throat's feeling kind of parched." Entering the stall, he latched it shut and fell right to his knees, his hand tugging at Rob's gym shorts. Martin's hand grasping the elastic, he pulled outward, then down, letting the pent up rod stray free. "Oooooh shit!" Rob clamored. Without warning, the twenty-seven year old history teacher opened wide and encompassed Rob's teen shaft with his whole mouth. % "Good watermelon," I said to Mark, as we sat on a log, off to ourselves. "That it is," he agreed, but then alluded to, "but I wonder how it compares to Rob's cock." It then dawned on me. "You wanted to suck his cock, didn't you?" Mark's juicy smile, a couple of watermelon pits clinging to his chin, said it all. I then asked, "If you wanted to suck Rob's cock, then why did you put up such a fuss?" "Scared, I guess. I mean, there's a big, and I mean `big' difference, between his cock and yours Sean!" "Well, yeah," I replied. "Of course. I mean, it's not like I have that big fat `bulb' on the end!" Mark almost choked to death, laughing. I pounded on his back. "Okay.. okay.. I'm alright!" "You sure?" Then he commented, "Yeah. Whew! I wonder if I'd be choking like that on Rob's cock?" With a wicked thought on my mind, I just smiled at Mark. "What?" "How about sucking a smaller cock?" I can't believe the doofus didn't get it. I had to come right out and mention nicely, "Like, suck my cock?" "Oh yeah. I knew that," he gave himself the excuse. "Yeah right." Then giggling, he admitted, "Okay, so I didn't know you meant that." We paused. "So?" Mark had to think on it all of two seconds. "Would be interesting." "Interesting," I shook my head. It's then we looked up, at the prime moment, to see Rob exiting the men's room. "Heaaaaay," Mark crooned. "What?" "His bulge is gone." I squinted my eyes, to try to detect the same thing. Sure enough, Rob's crotch was normal sized out. Both of us watched him walk over to the watermelon table and take a large portion. Mark then nudged my elbow, nodding towards the men's room. Out walked Mr. Martin. He wasn't all sweated up, like when he went in. Instead, it looked like my hair, after I come out of the shower, all slicked down. Didn't matter. I watched Mr. Martin, at the startup of the volleyball game. When he stripped off his shirt, his dark body hair was as fresh as towel-dried, all fuzzy. Slowly, he sweated up, his hand planed over his chest or stomach a couple of times. `Wow!' Thinking about him, made my cock twitched. I quickly decided I'd better switch the subject! "What do you think?" I asked. Mark shrugged his shoulders. "'Bout what?" I smirked, reminding him, "Sucking my cock?" He only smiled. We looked up again, to see Mr. Martin grab the tee shirt he had stripped and pull it over his head. Following suit, he headed for the watermelon table. "I wonder if I'll be hairy like that?" "Would be cool." "Then maybe you'll like me a lot too, eh Sean?" "I like you anyway, Mark. Doesn't matter that you don't have tons of hair on your body." "But it `would' turn you on. Like Rob says, you've got a fetish for it." I couldn't deny it, but it didn't rule my thoughts on whether I'd like or hate anyone. "Okay, look. Maybe I do have this fetish thing." "Maybe, Sean?" "Okay, so I do have this fetish thing for guys with lots of hair on their bodies." "Not just lots of hair, Sean." He had to be so persnickety, pinpointing every little detail. "Yeah, alright," I admitted. We both were on the same page. It's not the first time I've mentioned to Mark that I like the thin stripe of hair that runs down a guy's bod, especially when it painted a thin line in and out of a guy's navel. Even Mark pointed out what a `weird dude' I was, after describing what turned me on. After all, he asked. "At least I'm not the only the only one here, with weird tastes!" I reminded Mark of his answer, when us guys hung out one day, asking the other what each of us liked about a guy's body, shortly after coming out to each other. "Hey, I'm not ashamed to admit it!" "Who said I was ashamed?" "Sean, you had to make Rob `guess' that I had the hots for the stripe down his stomach!" "Yeah, well it's not like his mind was on `that' subject." "What do you mean?" I smirked, replying, "Let's face it. Rob didn't just wander into the men's room." Mark was all ears. "He didn't have to take a piss. He knew, when we didn't come out we were up to something. Think about it. How long does it take to anchor your swimsuit under your balls, take a leak, pull them back up, wash your hands and leave?" I can't believe Mark actually did the tally, counting on his fingers. "Um, three minutes. Well, if I had a lot to drink, maybe four." "It doesn't matter." "Then why did you ask, Sean?" I skipped over the subject, instead of slinging more frustration on myself, trying to explain to Mark the statistics on taking a leak. "Rob had one thing on his mind and that was to get either of us to suck his cock." "Would you have?" Now Mark proposed an interesting question. One that I didn't readily have an answer for. However, repicturing Rob standing there, his balls keeping his pants from hiking up, his big cock hanging down, that big mushroom head, it taunted me. "No." "Know what?" "What?" "I wonder if I could have fit his cock in my mouth?" "Looked kind of big around." Skipping around himself, Mark asked, "When am I going to suck you, Sean?" All I could do was smile. The thoughts of Mark's lips touching my cock, putting the whole thing in his mouth, made me all tingly. Not just a shiver, but a rippling effect that shot from my balls to the tip of my cock. I wound up moving about. "Can we like do it tonight?" "I dunno. By the time we head out across the bay, it'll be late getting back to the house." "Hmm." "What?" "Are you having second thoughts, Sean?" "Hell no!" It first made Mark giggle, then I added my laughter. It also made Mark look at my pants. "You really are looking forward to this, huh?" "And you're not?" I asked him back. "I really am. Yeah, like you said, I don't know why I didn't take Rob's cock, only that." "Get off it Mark. You would have!" "I woulda?" "Sure. If Mr. Martin hadn't busted in, you would have sucked Rob's cock dry." "Whew! I'm glad Mr. Martin came in when he did." I laughed. I know why. Size does matter! "Time to get ready to leave, boys. Want to fix yourself up?" I knew dad meant the watermelon that had dribbled down my chin. I felt like a slob. Another trek, found Mark and I in the men's room. This time not alone. Other guys had the same idea we did. Among them, we spotted Mr. Martin. Mark and I looked at each other. I wondered if he thought what I thought, if Mr. Martin sucked Rob's cock. As we dried our hands off, on our tee shirts, the possibility crossed my mind that it could be the other way around! % 2B continued Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.