Date: Fri, 6 Oct 2006 20:24:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: STRIPEs 06

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 06
       wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Waking later on, Mark asked me how come I waited a
year before fucking him. I didn't have much of a
reason, so being it close to his sixteenth birthday,
wished him well, along with my `present' to him. He
said it surpassed anything he wished for from the
mall!

Passing quickly, time has a way of making you forget
things. I never forgot that day, over a year ago, on
Mr. Martin's yacht. Like people say, I chocked it up
to being in the `right place', at the `right time'.
Remaining with me, I always had this crush on him, but
my relationship with Mark, kept my hormones in check,
getting sucked and having an ass to fuck, whenever the
moment warranted it. Still, in class, I pictured Mr.
Martin that day, on his yacht, the hairy bod, from
neck to navel and beyond.

It was rumored, before Mark and I returned, for our
junior year, that Mr. Martin would not returning to
school in the fall. Some say he was carrying on an
affair with a student. We knew the truth. As explained
to us, by Rob himself, facts we had no previous
knowledge of, Mr. Martin is the son of some well known
financiers. Well, Mark and I did catch the remark one
time, from his father, wondering how, on a teacher's
salary, Mr. Martin could afford a yacht and a little
red ferrari, plus the 4x4 Ram he drove to school
everyday. But that was Mr. Martin, always the modest
guy and the coolest teacher in school. That's one of
the disappointing things to Mark and I. We would not
be having Mr. Martin as our teacher. One of the cool
things is, before he left, Mr. Martin had a party on
his yacht, for some of the staff and students. Rob
wasn't in attendence, being out of town, looking at
colleges, with his parents. Everybody had a great
time, anyway. That evening, everyone had left, except
Mark and I. It wasn't by accident. The party had
dwindled to two teachers and four students.

Mr. Martin caught my ear, asking, "Could you and Mark
stay after everyone else is gone?"

I acknowledged, `yes'. Right away my heart began to
race. Was this it? Mr. Martin, since he's leaving, is
going to bare all, literally? I raced across the deck,
took Mark by the arm and dragged him away from the kid
he conversed with.

"Sean, what tha!"

"Mark, I think it's gonna happen!"

"What happen?"

"Mr. Martin."

"What about him?"

"We're going to jerk off with him."

"You're crazy, Sean!"

I probably was. What was I thinking? No, it couldn't
be my brain that was thinking. The thoughts came from
down yonder! I came to my senses real quicklike.
"Oh-man-oh-man-oh-man!"

"Told ya," Mark smirks and says to me. "Your dick is
getting you into trouble again, Sean-baby!"

He was right. Seems that turning sixteen has even
increased the levels of manjuice flowing through my
veins.

"Yeah okay."

"But what about Mr. Martin?"

"He wants us to hang after the party."

"Hang, huh?"

"That's what he says."

Slipping his hand into his pocket, I had to look down.

"There!" I made the accusation. "You think so too!"

"I don't think anything of the sorts. Jock itch."

"Want me to scratch it?"

Mark slapped my hand away from his crotch. Well we
hung... and hung... and hung... neither or admitting
to the other, our horny state, both with the
anticipation of what was to follow, after that last
guest departed, which finally occured.

"Where we going to do it?"

Right out in front of Mr. Martin, Mark says it. I
could've clobbered him.

"Do what?"

By this time, we both had our hands, both hands, in
both pockets, trying to relieve the tenting action. We
never heard Mr. Martin laugh so hardy. We both
blushed, thinking what fools we were, as Mr. Martin
led us below deck.

"I have a little something for you boys. Think of it
as a `going away present'."

Square, wrapped in striped light gray and dark gray
paper, Mark motioned for me to take it from him.
Utilizing my two hands as a table, Mark unwrapped it.
Seeing it, we both broke out in a bright red reaction,
to the cover. Again Mr. Martin took advantage of us,
to get a big laugh out of it. After a few seconds, we
joined in.

Mark stated, scratching his head, "Well! Ahem!

Getting a shirt or some music, but..."

I picked up, midsentence, "The Joy of Gay Sex, Mr.
Martin?"

Then he went on to lecture us on other things in the
book, besides compromising positions.

Mark puts Mr. Martin on the spot, "Hey, can you show
us some of this stuff?"

I felt good he did. I even decided to shovel out my
true feelings, now that it would be water under the
bridge.

"Y'know Mr. Martin, I've had the hots for you since
that volleyball game, at the picnic..."

Trying to be funny, some how it didn't seem to lead
anywhere. Thoughts creeped into my mind, regarding the
boating accident. My dear Mark, flipped the book shut,
tossing it on the bed and folded me in his arms.
Mr. Martin, after rubbing my arm, stood back and
joked, "Now if you two don't stop that, you're going
to give me a hardon!"

"We're only hugging!" Mark protests.

Then I start in, leaving Mark, to stand right in front
of Mr. Martin.

"How about it, Mr. Martin?"

He could see right through me, knowing what I wanted.
"I told you before, Sean," he reprimanded.

I stopped him dead in his tracks, holding the top
button of his shirt in my hands.

"Sean, what are you doing? You crazy?" Mark said,
standing next to me.

Looking down at his own shirt, Mr. Martin let his arms
remain at his sides, allowing me to unbutton the first
button of his shirt.

Again Mark cautioned me, "Sean, are you crazy?" When
he didn't get anywhere with me, he turned to our
former teacher, "Mr. Martin, aren't you gonna...."

His shirt tail hung out, over his khaki pants. I
lifted it, to place behind his shoulders.

"Let him?"

Mark gulped, saying what he wanted to convey, after
the fact. Mr. Martin asks, more less posing as a
statement, but relaying it as a question, "I trusted
you boys and you haven't said a single thing. I
suppose we can keep this between us?"

"Sure," Sean replied.

Catching up with me, in a week's time, almost at the
anniversary of our first fucking session, my almost
sixteen year old teen lover stood there, watching me
stand on my toes, to cascade Mr. Martin's shirt up,
off his shoulders. He wound up helping, peeling the
shirt off, removing it altogether. Even though we had
seen Mr. Martin, at the picnic barechested, as well as
swimming a couple of times, plus after school, on
Saturdays, at the tennis court, in the blazing sun,
for me, on that fateful day, it seemed like the first
time, looking at his hairy chest, covering his muscled
pecs, from east to west, his nips lodged underneath,
continuing as a thin, dark trail down his stomach,
swirling around his navel. Mark giggled. Both of us
looked at him.

"Just laughing at something Sean said."

Of course Mr. Martin wanted to know. I had my
suspicions of it being a deep, dark secret, `not'
wanting it repeated!

"About me?"

Mark was put on the spot now, by Mr. Martin. I would
be labeled a `heel', if I didn't allow Mark to tell.

"Go ahead," I reluctantly gave permission.

I didn't have a clue to which, of the hundred or so
secrets I shared with Mark, would be in the telling.
Looking to me, then up at Mr. Martin, he said, "Never
mind."

"Never mind, you say?"

"Yeah. Trivial!"

Mr. Martin went for his shirt, beginning to put one
arm back in.

"What are you doing?" I blurted out.

My cock stopped tingling.

"I thought we were being honest with each other here,"
he bribed.

"Tell him!" I shouted out to Mark, pulling Mr.
Martin's shirt off of his shoulder.

That only prompted a laughing frenzy. He knew he had
us. But who cared at this point. I wanted to do
something with Mr. Martin, maybe even more than Mark.
I've had a crush on him, since I first saw him. After
that first day, when he followed suit, like the other
teachers, shedding the dress jacket and tie look,
seeing him walk into class, his shirt open to form a
`V', the dark, swirly, hairy chest, then - hell!
Seeing him, on Saturday, barechested at the tennis
court, his body all sweaty, I needed this moment soooo
badly! So bad, that I told him myself.  Anything, to
keep the action going.

"I used to fantasize about finding your nips with my
tongue!"

Mr. Martin stood there, hands on hips, an astonished
look on his face.

Mark added, "That's not all he fantasized about
getting his tongue on!"

Moving closer, the tall former teacher says, "Well,
what's stopping you, Sean?"

"Are you for real, Mr. Martin?" Mark gasps,
unbelieving.

His mouth hung open, as if ready to take my cock in. I
stood there, not believing my ears as well. Between
hearing it, being given the go-ahead, plus my cock
twitching like crazy, I reached up. Then my hands
froze. Mr. Martin then reached up, with his own hands,
placed them on my wrists and brought them to his furry
chest.

"Oh man!" I sighed, as if my chest was being touched.
Mark just stood there, his mouth popped open and
looked.

"Go for it," Mr. Martin said, letting my wrists go,
looking down at his own pecs.

I gulped, then went for it. Moving my hands around, I
savored the feeling of the soft fur on my palms. Then
it happened. From the experience with Mark, my thumbs
touched his nips. Already hard, I pressed in and moved
them around.

"Oooooooooooooooooh!" Mr. Martin groaned.

His hands went up, behind his head. He arched his
back.

"Oh-man-oh-man-oh-man," I said, seeing how much
pleasure I was giving him.

"This is so cool! Hey, can I do something?"

"Ooooh yeah," Mr. Martin answered Mark.

I wondered if he knew what he was asking!

"Cool!" Came Mark's reaction. "Can I suck your cock?"
It was a test.

"Oohhh yeah!"

I thought, `oh-man-oh-man-oh-man! I wonder if Mr.
Martin's going to let me fuck him!' However, the
thought soon disappeared for the moment. Rubbing my
crotch, I watched, I back away. Mark had crouched
down, to unbuckle Mr. Martin's pants. I thought it
funny, to myself, seeing `The Joy of Gay Sex' on the
bed. With a teacher like Mr. Martin, who needed it!
"Oh-man," Mark said, as he unlatched the belt,
unbuttoned the pants and unzipped them.

Mr. Martin said, "Here, why don't I make it easier for
you boys!"

Tearing his pants out of Mark's hands, finishing the
zipper, kicking off his boat shoes and then stepping
out of his pants legs.

"By the way, since I'm no longer your teacher and now
that we're going to be intimate friends, why don't you
call me Gary?"

In sync, we both said, "Okay Mr. Martin."

My mind lingered on the word, `intimate'. Just then
the cabin door banged shut.

"And what the fuck is going on here?"

Mr. Martin, like nothing special was happening,
continued peeling, tossing his pants on a chair and
thumbing the elastic on his briefs.

"Too bad you missed the party, Rob."

"Missed it? Looks like it's just getting started!"

Stepping over in front of Mark, Rob unzipped his fly,
then ordered Mark, "Get it out and start sucking on
it, shrimp!"

Mark and I stole a glance, shrugging shoulders. I came
to learn that Mark can be a real cockslut. He's been
sucking me off every night, sometimes in the morning,
taking every drop of my cream down his gullet. Rob
didn't seem to mind that Mark began to unbuckle his
belt. Rob strips his tee shirt off, over his head,
revealing his football chest, light blond fuzz
covering it and his stomach, a darker, thin trail,
coming out of his bellyhole and disappearing into his
briefs.

More in a dominating manner, Rob says to Mark, "Hurry
up bitch. Can't wait to feel those lips on my hard
shaft!"

"Take it easy, Rob," Mr. Martin cautions.

Like I figured Mark might say, he said , "No, `don't'
take it easy!"

I admitted, "Mark loves cock!"

He didn't mind me saying it either. We both know Mark
has developed some fine cocksucking skills.

"He does, does he? He'll be loving it when I shoot my
first load down his throat!"

"Mmmmmmmmmm!" Mark replied.

Then, out of the clear blue, Mr. Martin asks me, "I
hope you're not that rough in bed, Sean?"

It then occured to me. Mr. Martin - Gary, is going to
be all mine!

"Rough?" I answered. "No. I mean. Can I really fuck
you?"

He smiled, then replied, "Anything you want."

Then, closing the gap between us, he bent over from
his six foot, one inch height, to my five foot, nine
inch stature, cupped my chin in his hand and lined his
lips up with mine. I backed off at first, but then let
myself be drawn into him. When we parted lips, we
heard a sucking sound.

"That was quick!" I stated.

Looking to the longer, padded lunge, Rob lay there,
totally nude, legs parted. Mark, stripped to the buff
likewise, knelt, licking and sucking the eighteen year
olds stick. As he did, Rob took liberties in fondling
his cock and balls, tossing them around in his hand.
Mark already gave him the hint of pulverizing one of
his nips, in his hand. It's Rob who dared to pinch his
pecmeat with his thumb and fingernail, and stretch it
out.

"Do that to me, Sean."

"What?"

Rob looked up, seeing us watching them.

"Damn, Gary. You've waited this long to get your hands
on the little faggot. What are you waiting for?"

I found it offensive, Rob calling me a `little
faggot', but more, my mind dwelt on what the
intentions of Rob's statement, meant.


"What does Rob mean by that?"
"Well, uh..."

Rob answered for him, not caring of his choice of
words, "Gary has wanted to get in your pants since he
first lay eyes on you, in the men's restroom!"

"Rob, shut up!" Gary finally retorted.

That he did. After all, he had more important things
to pay attention to. One thing, I was first concerned
about, is the size of Rob's cock. A lot longer, plus
the thickness. I didn't doubt his intentions when he
said he was going to plow Mark's ass. Onery, it seemed
like Rob would do anything. I wondered about Gary.
After stripping me down, Gary led me over to the bed.

"If you don't want to do this, we don't have to,
Sean."

I have to admit that I was nervous as all hell. Having
sex with as a sixteen year old, with a twenty-eight
year old man, didn't seem too copacetic. Rob, almost
two years older than Mark. Gary, a whole twelve years
difference, I was very nervous. I sweated, wiping my
brow off. Next thing we know, Rob is standing, taking
Mark's hand.

"We're going to take it in the other room."

Gary okayed it, so I figured it was fine, too.
"Don't be rough," Gary again cautioned.

Mark replied for himself, "No, be rough!"

"I think I'm gonna like this kid," Rob said, as he led
Mark out of the room.

"He was talking about fucking Mark, right?"

Nodding, Gary replied, "And some other things."

"Like what?"

"Rob is a fair player."

"Player? What do you mean player?"

Gary got up. He went to the closet and brought back a
wide, leather belt.

"What's that for?"

He got on the bed, doggie-style.

"I'm not ready to.... fuck you?" I replied to his
stance.

"I doubt that too, if we get to that. Whip my ass."

"Do what?"

"Take the belt in your hand and whip my ass."

"But that's gonna hurt. Besides. I don't want to hurt
you Gary."

"Hurt? Not in the least. C'mon. Make me feel good. I
need something to stiffen up my cock!"

I then saw the book, lying on the chair, almost
covered with his pants.

"Is `this' in `the book'?"

Turning a little, he grins, saying, "Page 176."

I picked up the book and flipped through, coming to
the exact page.

"Wow! But... this guy is tied to the bed!"

"I have some rope in the closet."

I closed the book, standing there, holding it.

"What's wrong, Sean?"

"Nothing," I moped. "I thought we were going to make
some sweet love."

Getting up from the bed, Gary's schlong swayed from
side to side, as he approached me. Taking the book
from my hand, he dropped it to the chair, on top of
his pants. Gently taking my hand, he led me back to
the bed. Picking up the belt, he tossed it to the
chair.

"It was only a suggestion. It doesn't have to be that
way."

It then dawned on me, "But what about Mark?"

"Put your thoughts to rest, Sean. Like I told you. Rob
is fair. He `asks' before he does anything."

"I don't want Mark getting hurt."

"You care a lot about him."

"No, dah."

"Okay. I deserved that."

"I mean, it's not like we are lovers or anything."

I wanted to get some feelings out. As the twenty-eight
year old lay there, he gently invited me to lay next
to him. Somewhere along the line, my pulsing cock took
over and I turned, placing my mouth on his hairy
chest. It was like heaven. To this day, I proclaim to
be a top, but I had to have Gary's chest hair on my
tongue. I had to lick his almost black chest fur and
`find' those two nips, push my tongue into them, suck
on them and listen to Gary loving it. He even coerced
me into biting them, taking his nips in between my
teeth and pulling away from his chest. We changed
places, me laying down, him hovering over me. An
expert cocksuscker, like my Mark, he sucked and licked
me to perfection. Even though his red nips shone
through his heavy chest fur, he beckoned me to play
with them, with my fingers. I equated what I did, with
intense pain, but he groaned with such fervent
pleasure, that it `made' me do it to him more.

"Gary, why do you like pain so much?"

He popped my cock out of his mouth and replied, "Bad
manners to talk with my mouth full!"

I didn't hesitate to take hold of both his nips, use
them for handles, pulling on them.

"Come here. I want to talk with you."

Gary knew what I wanted. He approached the top of the
bed and lay down next to me. I did have another
concern and voiced it.

"I hope Mark is okay."

"Do I have to prove it to you?"

"I'd like to take your word for it."

Call it curiosity, but I also wanted to make sure Mark
and Rob were having a `safe' time. Gary led me out of
the bed.

"I have to admit that Rob wasn't taking Mark to just
another bedroom."

"Oh?"

"I'm telling you this so you're not antagonized by
what you see."

I trusted him. However, standing outside the door, I
slipped my hand around the back of his torso.
"Just remember what I said."

I repeated what Gary said, in as many words, "Rob
isn't doing anything that Mark doesn't want done to
him."

"You get the idea."

Gary turned the doorknob. The door wasn't constructed
like the one on Gary's cabin  and it took an extra
ounce of strength to open it. I was flabberghasted, to
say the least.

"Heaaaaay Sean! Isn't this the coolest?"

There was Mark. Bent in half, his wrists and head
bound between two boards.

"It's called a `stock'," Gary explained to me.

"Can you move?" I asked, approaching the apparatus.

"Enough to suck my cock," Rob reported. "He's a real
gem at it, too!"

Walking to the side, I noticed Mark's red ass.

"I see he used the belt on you?"

Rob answers for Mark, "I hope you treated Gary to the
same!"

"We're holding off on that for now," Gary reported to
him, smiling.

"Oh.. yeah," Rob replied, not pressing the issue.

"Looks sore," I said of Mark's ass.

"Is.... I guess," Mark said. "But felt real good
getting it!"

I rolled my eyes at Gary.

He smiled, saying, "I know the feeling!"

Most surprising was hearing Mark cry out, "Oh Rob...
show Sean. Whip my ass? Please?"

"That's okay," I told him.

I couldn't wait to get Gary out of there. As we walked
the narrow hallway, we chatted.

"I can't believe that Mark let Rob whip his ass."

"We all like different things."

"Yeah, but getting whipped on his ass? Did you see how
red it is?"

"No different than what Rob has done with me."

"Wait," we stopped walking, "have you been in that...
stock?"

"Dozens of times, plus tied in other ways."

"And you like being tied."

"I do. It's a big turn on."

We started pacing towards the bedroom again, as Gary
poured out his love for the fetish.

"Being tied, hands and feet bound, giving up one's
freedom. Feels so awesome. Then when the pain comes.
Oh-man does it feel great!"

Not only was Gary's cock hard as a rock, but it leaked
a long strand of goo.

"Um, I think you better take care of that!"

I didn't point, but my eyes alerted Gary to the
stringy goo, ready to hit the wooden floor.

"I normally would ask, but..."

Watching, I wondered what he meant, as he gave his
shaft one long stroke, making it's clear cream ooze
out. Snatching it up, he ate it. I smiled.

"Just like Mark."

He informed me of what I already knew.
"A glutton for cum!"

"Gary?"

"Yeah?"

"If I came in your mouth, would you swallow it?"
"Sure, but..."

"What?"

"I'd rather have you cum in my ass!"

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Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee
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