Date: Tue, 5 Sep 2006 14:29:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: ROAD TRIP Hungry Wolf

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, nor governmental areas,
which the story is stages. If a sexual scene involving
male-to-male relationships offences 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 safety
matters. This is fiction. Use protection, in real
life.

"ROAD TRIP: Hungry Wolf"
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"So, you ever going to tell me the reason `why' you
had to up and leave?"

"Isn't knowing I care for you, enough, Anthony?"

That would have sufficed. After all, I did feel the
emotion for myself, while `hanging on in the backyard'
at Miguel's service station. But I sensed Roberto held
back.

"That would do, only I sense there is more to this
than you packing up, giving up the comfortable life
with Miguel."

"Pull over a second, will you Anthony?"

"Sure. Gotta take a leak?"

Out in the middle of `no mans land', the route Roberto
guided me on, not a sole had passed us in the last
half hour. As I pulled to the side, near a field of
cows, he didn't go for the door latch. Instead,
Roberto unbuckled his seat belt, like a pancake on the
griddle, turned himself over, landing on top of me,
his lips going for mine.

"Mmmmmmmm," I remarked, my arms going around him, as
well.

Turning back over, fighting my arms, to break loose,
he deposited himself back into his bucket seat.

"Any more questions?" he asked.

"Not right now. Maybe later."

"Good. You go down to MIller's Lane, that's at the end
of this cow field and make a left." Then, as Roberto
fastened his seatbelt, he said, "When you see Hungry
Wolf Cafe, then wake me up."

Okay, for now he was safe. My agenda of questions
still wasn't finished. Following Roberto's directions,
several miles down the road I found Miller's Lane and
made my left turn.

`Geesh! That was a lot of cows!' I said to myself out
loud. It occured to me that I could have wakened
Roberto. Before I made my turn, I sat there, looking
at him sleeping. `Yeah, you know,' I observed, `I
think I do care for you!'

Driving on, about a half foot, I put on the break,
turned to him, still asleep and remarked, `No, I more
than like you.'  I dared to shift into park, unbuckle,
lean over, kiss Roberto on the cheek, which was a
hassle since the steering wheel gnawed at my torso,
sat back once again, fastened my seatbelt, shifted
into drive and headed out.

Not another couple of feet of travel and I heard him
say, "Felt nice. Thanks."

"Faker!" I called out.

He just giggled. I smiled. This time, Roberto let the
seat fall back, into the reclining position. I
wondered if he expected something more than a peck on
the cheek. Then again, like a light bulb turning on, I
remembered the original reason I had set out on this
road trip, what was it, sixteen hours ago?

The time flew, as well as myself. Every little cafe I
passed, whether attached to some other establishment,
didn't match Roberto's calling, `Hungry Wolf's'.
Something `did' catch my eye, on the opposite side of
the road, a young blond, his thumb out. I joked to
myself, giggling out loud, `too bad he's not going my
way'. In the giddiness of my humor, I almost passed
it. Jamming on the brakes, startled Roberto into the
present.

"Snake? Deer?" he called out.

Abruptly doing a situp, the back of the seat forced
him upright.

"No. Wolf," I replied.

Placing my right hand to the back of Roberto's seat,
looking through the back window, my left hand guided
the car, via the steering wheel, backing up to the
entrance of the Hungry Wolf Cafe.

"I don't understand how you could have missed it,"
Roberto grilled me, as we walked to the entrance.

I didn't let on that I had a distraction, a few feet
back!

As we entered, Roberto greeted the host, whom I also
learned, the owner's son. Not until twelve hours ago,
did I have an inclination of why the male physique
turned me on so.

"He's too young for us."

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"Just that. I'm twenty-nine." It then occured to
Roberto that he knew nothing about me. "Hey, how old
are you?"

"Twenty-eight." I then returned with, "I thought you
are older."

"Older? What makes you say that?"

"I'm not sure exactly. When I was," I cleared my
throat, looking about, not wanting another soul to
hear me talking about my unpleasant experiences,
"strung up like a prisoner of war and you came over to
me, well you seemed older."

"By the way, while we're on the subject, did you
really like my hug or was all a put up?"

I sat back smiling.

"Well? Was it?"

"It started out that way. Yeah, I admit it. After
Miguel took me for a spin on the hook of his tow
truck, then hearing about his plans for his party
animal friends, with me as the source of
entertainment, I did get a little desperate."

"So you lied?"

"Um," I looked around, trying to evade his eyes,
"yeah, I did, but..."

Roberto stopped sucking his water up the straw.

"So you didn't feel anything when I threw my chest
against yours?"

As if at a wrestling match, I held my right hand up
straight, left hand flat over the top.

"Wait! Time out here for a minute, okay?"

He sat back, folding his arms over his pecs.

"I'm waiting."

Continuing with my explanation, I knew I had to make
it good, but also the truth. Researching my feelings
for that exact moment, several hours ago, I prepared
my defense.

"Okay. This is the honest truth. I think you can
probably understand, when a guy has gone through what
I had just gone through, getting a flat, then getting
duped by the tow truck driver, your friend Miguel..."

"My brother."

"Your brother? So now you're finally telling me?"

"Yeah, but go ahead. I want to hear you out."

As much as I wanted to hear about Roberto's
relationship to Miguel, I wanted to clear things up.

"As I was telling you, in my mind, all I could think
about is how Miguel stripped me, hung me up like a
slab of beef, worked my gut over, then proceeded to
twirl my body all over creation, before finally
reducing me to a `rubber band' between two trees,
talking me up, as much as saying I was his dungeon
entertainment for the evening."

"You were."

He's right. I was.

"But, to answer your question of do I care for you..."

Same thing happened, as when my bare bod hung,
stretched, wrist to wrist, between the two trees, out
behind the service station. I stopped when I gazed
into those two eyes, pools of deep blue. Unlike this
afternoon though, my cock was twitching like crazy.

"Well?"

I finally reckoned, leaning into the center of the
table, sorta whispering, "If I don't get you to a
motel room soon, I think I'm gonna wet my pants!"

With a wry smile, Roberto says, "Oh, so you `do' care
for me?"

"Okay, so I think I love you, dammit. Is that what
you're trying to torture out of me?"

His smile turned to a toothy grin, as he giggled.

"And you?" I put to him.

"Why do you think I cashed in my chips for you?"

"Huh?" I replied, my eyes squinted like the sun shone
directly into them.

"Miguel owed me big time. I saved his skin, so I was
waiting for the right time to make good on it."

"Me?"

"Sure. A lot of guys have come and gone, but..."

It was Roberto's turn to become sentimental. I waited.
At the same time, his two hands reached across the
table, latched onto mine.

Sincerely, he said, "When I held you, hugged you, I
felt this sensation shoot right through me. Anthony,
when I held you, I knew you were the one. I'm just
sorry you had to go through Juan torturing your gut,
before I could convince Miguel that I was being
serious."

"Being serious?"

"Yeah. You see, Miguel really likes you too."

"Funny way of showing it."

"No, I didn't mean `like' like you. He liked it that
you could take the abuse."

"He did, did he? Want to explain yourself?"

"Like I said. Guys have come and go, but none of them
could take the beating that you took. You don't know
what Miguel told Juan when he arrived."

"And that was?"

"Miguel was all excited. Kind of proud of you, in a
way."

"Proud?"

"Sure. You should have seen the excitement, when Juan
and the others came in. Miguel rushed over to him,
like he got a new tow truck or something. He told them
he `got a guy that can really take it' and..."

Roberto's head hung low.

"What?"

He smiled, then said, "Would you believe that Miguel
bet on you?"

"Bet on me?" I asked, breaking one of Roberto's hand
holds, my hand going to my chest.

"Yeah. Isn't that sweet?"

"Sweet? The guy stretched my balls out with a mallet,
then let's his friend pound my abs and you call that
sweet?"

"He could have also refused me my request, but
didn't."

"Then why didn't he?"

"Well, more than that he owed me, he loves me too. I'm
his brother. Well, half-brother."

"Yeah and that's another thing I want to hear about,
but let's get this over and done with."

"Okay, the truth is, you haven't seen the last of
Miguel."

"What?!"

I think everybody in the cafe heard me this time.

"Calm down."

"Oh, I get it. He wanted you to come along with me, to
keep tabs on me, that it? You're the contact person,
eh Roberto?"

"That's a crock of bullshit, Anthony!"

The young host stepped up to our table, asking, "Can I
take your order?"

"Not yet," Roberto imformed him, then turning to me,
said, "Come on."

I excused myself, following Roberto, who led the way
out of the Hungry Wolf.

"Where are we going?"

"To prove to you I love you. That's where!"

"You love me?"

As I drove, Roberto pointed out the direction. A
coupla hundred feet up the road, he reached over in
front of me, putting on the right directional signal.
I turned at the intersection. Suddenly, it looked like
we were back in civilization.

"Over there. Make a left."

I turned into the Hojo's.

"Wait here," Roberto ordered, as he went into the
office.

Upon returning, he held a key with a triangular,
turquoise piece of plastic hanging from it.

"Around the back."

I said nothing, only put the car in gear and followed.

Leading the way, I said, "We don't have to do this. I
believe you."

"Oh, I have to do this alright," he responded.

We walked up an outer stairway, to the second floor.

"You seem to know exactly where you're going."

"It's not like I've never been here before."

"That's what I figured."

"Hey, in a small town, a guy's gotta learn how to use
his resources to make money."

I know my eyebrows perked up. I could feel it. I also
grew very curious.

After entering the room, closing the door behind me,
Roberto says, "Get your clothes off."

He already had his tee shirt stripped over his head,
by the time I thought about taking mine off. However,
my dick played a part in the wanting. I did what I was
told. Matter of factly, Roberto didn't have to give me
any more cues. Following what he did, soon I was in
the buff, as he pulled down the covers of the bed. I
wondered how this would go. Neither of us said
anything about the terms `top', nor `bottom'. Since he
was dishing out the orders, I figured I'd be doing all
the sucking. I've heard how these gay-sex things
worked.

"C'mon. Get in."

Looks like I figured right. There Roberto lay, and my,
what a sight! Maybe an inch shorter than me, thinner,
lanky, but what a beautiful body. Dark brown hair mid
chest, swirls around his nips, a thin line to his deep
navel, then slightly swirling around it, coming to a
defined stripe, before proceeding to his carpet of
pubic hair. I knew I had it over him, in the cock and
balls department, knowing I had a longer cock and
bigger balls. Though, it did dawn on me that my balls
could be longer, from Miguel's ball torture, the
mallet hanging from them.

"C'mon, Anthony. What are you afraid of?"

"Um, nothing, only." I grinned. "I've never been in
bed with a man before."

"Get outta here." He paused, as I nodded `yes'. "Then
you told the truth."

I knelt on one knee.

"Sort of."

I rolled my eyes. Slightly turning, he held out his
hand. I took it.

"Hey. You are nervous, aren't you?"

"A little bit," I fibbed.

I was `a lot' nervous.

"Well there's nothing to be nervous about. Being with
another man is not much different than... well, I
can't tell you about that, since I've never been with
a woman."

"Me neither," I confessed.

By this time, I was flat on my back, my nakedness in
full view of Roberto, who sat up on his knees.

"What? You haven't had any sex for twenty-eight
years?"

"Um, does giving my mom a kiss before bedtime count?"

"No," he bluntly retorted.

"Well, a guy doesn't have sex til he's of legal age
anyway," I made excuse, "so it's not like it's my
whole life."

"I had sex when I was sixteen."

"You did? Sixteen? But legal age is eighteen."

"Are you playing stoopid with me, Anthony?"

When he said it, he placed both hands on my knees. I
looked at his hands, making it obvious.

"What? It's only my hands on your knees."

"Yeah, but when I said another man never touched me, I
mean... except for when you hugged me this afternoon.
Well..."

I shut up when Roberto pushed my knees apart. I
watched his head, as his hands slid down my hairy
thighs.

"Looks good," he commented. "I definitely think you
feel something for me, Anthony."

"What?"

He nodded, with attention drawn to my pubes.

"You're as hard as a rock."

He didn't have to tell me that, but when Roberto
folded his hand around my 9.5c, I then knew something!

"Ooooooooooooooh!"

"And that's only my `hand'!"

Roberto didn't pause to explain anything more. Holding
on to my hard shaft, he lowered his head, his mouth
wide open.

"Oh shit! You're not gonna...."

My reaction, as his warm mouth engulfed my shaft, was
to curse over and over again, my back arching, my head
getting pushed into the pillow.

"Oh shit... oooooh shit...oooooooooh shit!"

Next thing I know, Roberto's body is flatlined on the
bed, his arms caressing my thighs, his mouth working
my cock. Really the actual experience I'm having, a
real live blow job, I press up onto my elbows and
watch.

"I... I can't believe it! My first blow job!"

Roberto pops off, his mouth drooling with saliva,
asks, "Like it?"

"I... I love it... feels so, so good."

"Then just lay back and enjoy it, okay?"

"No problem," I reply, doing what he tells me.

I memorized every little detail of my first blow job.
Roberto's tongue massaged my cock, inside and outside
of his mouth. I couldn't tell myself, which felt best.
When his whole mouth wasn't taking in my cock,
sometimes he would digress from the cock sucking and
licking and take on my balls.

"Wow, these are big!" he said, before taking one
entire ball into his mouth.

I moaned in ecstasy. I thought my cock was the only
sensitive part of my crotch, but as Roberto's hot
saliva bathed my hairy orb, he swirled his tongue
around it.

"That feels so... so... so fuckin' good!"

When he popped it out of his mouth, it actually made a
popping sound, like a cork out of a bottle.

"Glad you like it."

While the wet ball dried, he greased up the other orb
with his saliva.

"Oh man, Roberto. You're gonna make me cum for sure!"

"Cum? Oh no you don't. Not yet!"

What did I put into this boy's head?

"Come on. Get up."

"What?"

"Just do what I tell you."

I did what Roberto told me, assuming his position of
getting on my knees. I had a feeling, where he was
going with this, but wasn't positive. He hit the bed,
lying on his back, pulling up his thighs.

"Well, you going to do it or not, Anthony?"

"Do what?"

I wasn't absolutely, positively sure, but I wanted
make sure he wanted it.

"Man, you really `are' stoopid about gay-sex, aren't
you?"

I was getting tired of being called `stoopid'.

"I know more than you think, boy!"

Even though Roberto is a year older than me, I
belittled him, not that I truly meant it.

"I like it when you call me your `boy'."

Looks like `he' meant it! Why not? At the same time
I'll make sure that we are both on the same page here.

"Well boy," I played up the namecalling, "you get
those thighs higher," at the same time I moved in
closer, walking on my knees, "my cock's coming to take
yo'ass!"

There. I had delivered the clincher, being dramatic.
He hiked up his thighs. Staring straight at me, was
his Latino puckerhole, hiding behind a thin mat of
hair.

"I think you need it lubed up some more."

"Is kind of dry," I replied, holding it in my hand.

I could now feel the effects of having it wet down by
Roberto's hot, wet mouth. It didn't feel like water
from the shower. It had a certain `raw' feeling to it,
but one thing, it was still as hard as when he last
had his tongue on it. In fact, when I firmed it up, in
my hand, a bead of cum appeared at the opening.

"I need all the protein I can get, Anthony."

Roberto's hint didn't go unheeded. He relaxed his
legs, letting them fall to the bed. At the same time,
his cock stood straight up in the air. I had mixed
emotions here. I wanted to fuck him, but then again I
had the desire to see what it would feel like having
his shaft touch my lips.

"Come on," He reverted to the dominant mode, "sit up
here, right on my chest and feed me your cock seed."

`My cock-seed', I thought. Inside I was giggling at
the thought of the term.

However, he was once again running the show, so I sat
on his stomach, then hefted up to his chest so that
his mouth could taste me. Roberto helped, his hands on
the sides of my bod, motioning for me to lean
forwards. I sat up once, with a `wow' look on my face,
feeling the reaction, as my hard shaft traveled beyond
the boundaries of his mouth, seemingly going down
Roberto's throat.

"Ooooooooooooh," Roberto sighed.

Not realizing it, when I drew back, my cock backed out
of his throat, out his mouth. I got a surprise, his
hands clawing at my asscheeks, reeling me back in. So,
I gave in, forcing my cock once again down his throat.
In my mind, I pictured the size of his throat, with
the ability to fit my fat, rounded shaft into it.
Still not believing he could swallow it, I moved one
of my hands to his esophagus, to see if it was true.

`Wow!' I said to myself, as my hand detected my own
cock being fed down his gullet. `How is this
possible?'

However, the degrees of pleasure I received, made me
forget about it being there, in that sense. I slowly
found out that more pleasure could be derived by
pulling my hard shaft out a little, then pressing it
back in.

"Ooooooooh... oooooh man that feels soooo soooo
awesome!"

This went on for what I estimate as about ten minutes.
I actually provoked the halt of Roberto's swallowing
act.

"Oooooooh this is sooo sooo good.. I wonder if your
ass will feel as good?"

I said it without really thinking about it. But I
suppose Roberto intently thought on it. Right away, he
pushes on my chest, both hands over my pecs. My cock
exits his throat like vomit.

"Are you ready to cum?"

"I thought I was ready to come a half hour ago!"

"It hasn't been that long," Roberto informs me. "But
if you're going to come, I want you in my ass."

As I was backing down his body, his hard cock scraped
along me, leaving a trail of precum striped up my
stomach.

"Um, do I get your's up my ass, too?"

"Don't touch it," He scolded, "I'm about to cum
myself."

"That's good," I said.

Well, I was really lubed up now and raring to go.
However, I wasn't so sure about all this `fucking
stuff'. I did what I thought was right, scooted up to
his entry hole, placed the tip of my cock up to his
hairy hole. Kind of tickled the end, but more in a
sensitive way.

Out loud, I thought, "I guess I just push it in?"

However, when I went to do it, it wouldn't budge!

"It's stuck."

Not for long though. Almost losing my balance, Roberto
couples his slender legs around my torso, connecting
his ankles behind my back. At the same time, he pushes
the palms of his hands against the head board. The
counter action, causes our bodies to link up.

"Arrrrrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" He calls out, as
my cock head is forced inside him.

I can't believe Roberto is doing this to himself. Me?
I'm having no choice in the matter. After my cock head
slips in, going a half inch beyond, there's nothing I
want more.

"Ooooooooooooh maaaaaaaaaaaan does this feel sooooooo
fucking good!"

I din't need the coaxing after that. Like he had done
with his feet, I did with my hands, first on his
torso, then the sides of his body, then his shoulders,
pulling myself deeper inside his ass canal.

He had to warn me though, "Your balls are hitting my
ass. You can't go no more, Anthony."

"I knew that!" I replied, not wanting to feel too
stoopid.

As I did with his throat, forcing my cock down his
gullet, then out, then in, I utilized the same action.


"Ooooooooh this is soooo different than your throat!"

Roberto didn't reply, other than groan from my fucking
action.

Okay, a couple of times he did utter the words, "I'm
yours now, Anthony."

I figured it spelled a committment, but my brain was
more on how hot and comfy his ass chamber felt on my
hard shaft, as it grazed his insides.

"Ooooh, I need to cum," Roberto finally said.

"You ain't the only one!"

But, instead of taking his cock into his own hand, he
took my hand, placing it on his own cock. I took the
hint. However, sweating like a pig, I sped up the in
and out motion, wanting to gain a deeper impact. Like
he said, I couldn't go any further, as my big balls
slapped against his ass. I didn't even think about
bruising them. They could have been getting that way,
my balls, what with the force of my beating my cock
away inside of him. We both sweated, moaned, as the
sweat flew all over the place. I didn't take notice
that I let go of his cock, grasping his thighs for
leverage. Neither of us beat his cock off, but he
came. His white jizz spurted out, hitting `me' in the
chin. As he came so did I blast off, cumming deep
inside of Roberto's ass canal. I thought it would not
end, each time shoving myself inside, with each
ejaculation. Later I would quiz Roberto on how it felt
when my wrestler body collapsed on his stringbean
body. My sweat-soaked chest and stomach striking his
cum-saturated chest and stomach, our spent pubes
intermingling.

"Oh man, that was worth the wait!"

As I lay there, recuperating from my aerobic workout,
it occured to me, the fact he mentioned.

"You... you've never been fucked?"

"No."

"But you said there...have been... other times?"

"Oral sex. Nothing more...except... well maybe once."

I looked up at his sweat drenched head, his hair
totally wet, as if showered.

"I wasn't fucked," he claimed, "but I.... fucked a
guy."

"I guess there's a difference."

Roberto then went on to say, "Well yeah. You see, I
was saving my ass... for..." then, with a proud frame
of mind, he admits, "I was saving my ass to be claimed
by the guy I wanted to be with for all time."

"Me?"

"Yeah, dummy. That's why I dragged you out of the
Hungry Wolf. Get it?"

After all that, I finally got it. Like he showed me, I
had to show him. Sliding my body up, using the sweat,
cum and whatever other juices paved our bodies, I
gravitated to where our lips met.

As a postlude to our lip-lock, I admitted, "I love
you."

I don't know how long we lay there. Slowly, the room
became darkened. I remembered having to piss, so
dragged my sticky body out of the bed and headed for
the jon. The light, switched on, must have jogged my
senses. As the piss streamed out of my cock, into the
toilet, I smiled, drawing the
allusion to my cum shooting into Roberto's body. I
can't deny I was elated with excitement, both from the
physical, yet the verbal, telling him I was in love
with him. I squeezed the last bits of yellow out and
flushed.

"My turn."

"I didn't see you standing there."

"Oh, but I saw you standing there. What were you
thinking?"

"What was I thinking?"

Weasling my way in between the doorframe, I took his
lithe body in my arms, making the gooey build up a
part of us. My lips tangled with his.

"I never dreamed that I would eventually be a part of
a gay man."

Roberto looked at me kind of strangely.

"Why the look?"

"Nothing. I guess it's because you've never had sex
with a guy before."

I can't say I wasn't curious, but how to go about
asking, that's the tricky part.

"Um, exactly how much money did you... um,
accumulate?"

I thought he would come back at me, swinging, but
instead he smiled, giggled.

"Enough to buy my laptop, the books, the designer
clothing and more!"

I shrugged my shoulders. I had no idea how many men
could be bartered for all those goods.

"Look, if it's AIDS you're worried about?"

"No."

"I've been checked. Several times, plus I've always
been careful.. Well, that one time I had to be."

"The time you fucked the guy?"

"Yeah, but... I..."

"What?" I questioned him.

"You see. When I fucked him... I wasn't wearing a
condom because I was sixteen."

"Oh."

"I probably should have, but... neither of us knew
what the heck it meant."

I smiled, but still had some questions.

"Was he sixteen too?"

"Worse," Roberto informed me, "fifteen."

I chuckled. It seemed funny, but I knew the
implications weren't.

"But like you said, you've been tested, right?"

"Yes and it's negative. What about you?"

"Like I said. You're my first, Roberto."

"Wow!" He responded, all aglow. As if spelling out a
marquee at the movies, Roberto says, "Virgin ass meets
virgin cock!"

Now `that' was something to laugh about. Both of us.

"Shower?"

"Yeah, I need it, thanks. Oh, by the way..."

"What's that?" I asked.

"Now I know why your balls are so big."

"Why?"

"All that cum leaked outta my ass onto the sheets!"

I laughed, saying, "You naive boy."

"What?" he asked, dumbfounded, his hands on his small,
golden torso.

"It's not like I didn't have a sexual wanting. Um, I
did relieve the urge, you know?"

Roberto hit himself in the head, replying, "How could
I be so stoopid!"

"C'mon dummy," I held the stall open, "shower time."

However, just as he was about to step into the shower,
a loud knock came at the door.

"Hold on a second."

I followed him out into the room.

"Um, don't you think we should cover up?"

I followed Roberto's lead, grabbing my sweatpants and
just holding them up to my pubes, shielding them from
eyesight. He swing open the door.

"We were told you we could find you here!"

"What do you want?"

The two gruffy men, looking along the lines of
truckdrivers, pushed past Roberto.

"You'll have to get out. I don't do that anymore."

Then one of them spotted me.

"Well lookee here. Two for the price of one."

I spoke up, saying, "He told you, he's not into it
anymore," whatever it was they came for.

One of them, taller than me, about maybe 6'2, stood in
front of me. From his throat, he pulled up a was of
cud and spat it out, right onto my chest!

"What tha...."

"Looks like you need to learn some manners, boy!" He
said to me.

With that, his big hand caught me on the side of the
face, sending me reeling to the east side of the room.

"Heeeeeey you fuckin'!" Roberto tried protesting.

The other gruff, grabbed him by the arm, swung him
around and plowed his fist into Roberto's gut.

"Oh man that felt good!" he replied to the gut punch.

"Hey, he's mine Alphonso. Here, you take this muscle
stud. He's more your type!"

"Hell yeah!" I heard the one called `Alphonso' say, as
he approached me.

Stunned, I held onto the side chair, hefting myself
up. Before I could sense this other gruff coming near
me, he had me up to my feet, his arms woven in and
under my arms, his hands at the back of my neck, my
body placed in a `full nelson'. Stretched out,
Alphonso kept me at bay, with no recourse to fight him
off. He was taller and wider than myself. My attention
wasn't only on myself, nor him. I was aghast to see
the other holding Roberto, his arms in bondage, behind
his back.

"Take him in the other room and play with him,
Alphonso. I need my privacy with this one!"

"What are you going to do with him?" Roberto asked,
about me.

He answered, "Break a few ribs. Don't you worry.
Alphonso will give him a good time!"

After laughing his ass off, I was hauled away, into
the jon. I fought like hell, for release, but to no
avail. As he waltzed me away, I called out Roberto's
name.

"Don't you worry none about your boyfriend," Alphonso
cautioned me, "Mike's gonna work his ass over real
good!"

Again, stunned, not by physical action, but by his
words, I wasn't thinking of myself.

"Arrrrrrrrrrrrgh!" I screamed out.

Entering the nice sized jon, I felt a punching blow to
my back, forcing me up against the wall. I felt blood.
My nose was bleeding. Without warning, he pulled on my
arm, turning my body around. Next, his heavy fist hit
me square in the stomach.

"Uuuuuuuuuggggghhhhh!"

It damn knocked the wind out of me, sending me to my
knees. My body bowed, as if in prayer, worshipping the
tiled floor. I then felt something pressing against
the back of my neck. It was his knee. He leaned heavy
on me. At the same time, I sensed him moving about,
then the sound of metal. I learned what that sound
was. Without provocation, his belt struck my ass.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed.

I haven't felt a belt on ass since college hazing. It
stung like hell. This was no frat party. He was
hurling his belt against my ass, to do damage. Worse,
was the second fling. However, it also acted as a
catalyst, along with Roberto's screams from the other
room. I shot forward, loosening the grip of his knee
on the back of my neck.

"Fucking bastard," is what I heard just before the
belt came down again.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed out again,
intermingling with the commotion from the bedroom.

His belt caught me right up the length of my back.
Still, my own pain meant nothing, compared to hearing
Roberto's cries for help. I managed to huddle up, as
in a ball. The belt struck again, across my back, then
my arm, as I tried wrestling it away from Alphonso. I
lost my balance, falling against the toilet. It really
stunned me this time, striking me across my chest, as
I couldn't help arching my back.

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! Oooooooh shit!"

I grabbed for the only weapon in sight, the plunger.
When he came at me this time, I jabbed the handle
right into his abs. It was his time to cave in.
However, it seemed to stun him only a little. Still it
gave me enough time do something. Anything. Good thing
housekeeping didn't do their job. I picked up the can
of shaving cream and pointed it at his face. Nothing
came out.

"Shit!"

Shit is right, as Alphonso came at me, slightly phased
by the hit to his stomach. His belt swinging, again I
tried shielding myself. My back really took a beating.
Soon I lay flat out, on the tiled floor. The belt was
taking it's toll on my ass and back. Along with every
welt, Alphonso let out a grunt, telling me he was
exacting his revenge. It's then I remembered one of
the `unorthodox moves' Brad Barkley used at one of the
wrestling competitions. It got him disqualified, but
if it saved my life I'd be thanking Brad. It also took
the strength of a team of horses, something that was
slowly being sapped out of my lifeless body, but I
gained the momentum, what with the knowledge of
Roberto's body laying on the bed, in the other room,
with that scumbag. Still taking the reign of lashes,
by now knowing it wasn't only my nosebleed that
contributed to the red on the floor, I got to my
knees. From there, I prayed, already blessing Brad
Barkley and pressed my hands to the floor. Without
further thought, I quickly pressed hard, kicking out
my legs. I know I felt my bare feet hit his chest. I
don't think that's what did the trick, but hearing the
shower stall break, shatter, I knew I had done some
type of damage. Not waiting around, I headed into the
bedroom. It was kind of dark. I wondered if I was in
time. It was quiet-like. Somebody was sitting up,
while the other lying down. The one with his head on
the pillow, sobbed. With the plunger in my hand, I
held it like a baseball bat, aiming for whatever it
would connect with, that rose above the bed. Home run!

"Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I heard ring out through the
room, followed by, "What tha fuck?"

I didn't know which wall had the light switch affixed
to it.

"Son of a bitch!" Was the next line of fire I heard,
as if a person stood upright.

I didn't speak, just froze, still holding the plunger.


"You're dead meat, boy!"

Apparently he was on his feet. I made for the other
direction, `down'. I heard him searching the room, his
hand patting against the wall. I had to do something
before his hand hit the light switch.

"Oh shit!" I gasped.

My shoulder rubbed against the side of his leg. In the
dark we struggled, him reaching down, grabbing me
under my arm. I wasn't any light weight that could be
tossed around so easy, weighing in at two hundred and
five pounds, on my six foot skeleton, but he had some
grip, too. Plus, his kick forwards, right into my
crotch, didn't help either.

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkshit!"

"Heee heee heee... I got ya now, boy!"

With the handle of the plunger under my chin, both
hands fighting to keep him from choking the living
daylights out of me, he still searched the wall. The
lamps surrounding the sides of the bed, switched on.
More to my horror, than life being drained out of me,
was the scene of seeing Roberto, rolled up into a
ball, sobbing.

"You dirty, fucking bastard!" I called out.

Jumping on his foot was all I could rationally think
of doing. He felt it a little, as I danced on his bare
foot. However, it wasn't anything on the offensive
that could cause damage enough to loosen his grip. If
not enough to ad to my worries, out of the jon, comes
Alphonso.

"Where the fuck is that bastard?"

"Got `em right here for ya, Al."

I was done for! Pulling the plunger away, he planted
his fist in my gut. I fell to the floor.

"Get'em up. I ain't done with him yet!"

Behind me, my body was lifted, his arms clenching me
with my arms behind my back. I hadn't much strength
left in me.

"Hold him tight."

I literally saw Alphonso stretch his elbow way back,
but felt the blow to my stomach before seeing it. I
know the scumbag behind me lost his grip, but then
regained control, grasping both of my arms, placing
his knee behind my back.

"Hold him real tight. Gonna finish this bastard off!"

This was it. I was dead meat alright. But, instead of
a gut punch, Alphonso put both hands on my shoulders
and lifted his knee. It caught me right in the crotch.
I slumped in my human bondage, slipping out my
captor's grips.

"He's still breathing, Al."

"Yeah. Good. I'll get my belt and finish him off."

"While you're doing that, I'll finishing unloading, up
my trick's ass!"

I tried getting up. Before my captor climbed on the
bed, I received a kick to the ribs. Good thing it was
a bare foot. But it didn't do any good to my body,
already racked with pain. I lay there, faced down on
the floor.

I tried getting up, hearing Roberto shout, "You stay
away from me!"

Making it to my knees proved fruitless, as Alphonso's
belt caught me across the shoulder blades. Hope was
slowly fading for the two of us. I felt so much for
Roberto, but could not get to him. The mental
breakdown was worse than the physical pain.

"What the fuck?"

I must have been delirious. I wouldn't find out til
later, that I was right in my assumption. `That'
actually `was' Miguel's voice I heard.

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My eye sight proved blurry, as I opened my lids.

"Where am I?"

I surely was not in that motel room.

More than myself, I called out, "Roberto?"

I tried doing a roll up, the kind I do in my Pilates
exercise set, but at the same time the dull ache in my
stomach, plus a hand to my shoulder, made me falter.
The hand on my shoulder, plus one to my sore back,
cushioned by fall.

"You just take it easy there, amigo."

The first face back to the real world, was the same
one that hauled my ass up to the tow truck hook.

"Miguel?"

"You take good beating... Well not good, but you need
rest."

"Where... Roberto?"

"Roberto... um he okay. You trust me."

In the state I was in, I didn't have much choice, yet,
the words of how Miguel felt about me, via Roberto's
statements, proved that I could sense trust.

"Where... where is... Roberto?"

They must've given me something, to dope me up. As
quickly as I came back to reality, I was sent off to
dreamland. The next time I viewed the white ceiling of
the hospital room, I had more company.

"Hey, how you doing there, Toricelli?"

"Coach Martucci?"

"Yeah. We all heard what happened to you and flew out
here. Well, not flew," his hand mimiced an airplane,
"but commandeered a bus... the whole team's out in the
waiting room."

I know I should have been grateful, but only one face
was on my mind.

"Where's Roberto?"

"Roberto?" Coach Martucci questioned. "Who's Roberto?"

I started to get up, but the damned IV pained me.
Still, I was adamant.

"Whooooa amigo. You no go anywhere."

Martucci says, "He keeps mentioning this Roberto."

Finally, I got an answer.

"Roberto. A mi casa. Fine. You no worry."

"I want to see him."

As if a ping pong match, Coach Martucci's head is
swishing back and forth.

Then, as if the big boss, Miguel says to Martucci,
"You go get boys and bring them back."

"They wouldn't let more than two in at a time."

"You tell them Miguel say so."

"Okay, but they're not going to allow it."

While Martucci went to fetch the wrestling team, I
chatted with Miguel.

"Is it true you saved us?"

"I get call. I tell Roberto before...'you no go to
motel'... not safe...I go to look for him.. Look, I
not gonna lie to you amigo. Roberto. His mind is
screwed up."

"I need to see him."

This time, the IV needle didn't affect me. I groaned,
as I sat up to the edge of the bed.

Miguel commented, "Good."

His comment kind of disturbed me. I know I should be
grateful that he came to rescue us, but at the same
time, I got irked by his comment.

"Oh, so I'm all better. You can make good on your bet
to have me worked over again."

"What you mean amigo?"

"Roberto told me how you `betted' on how much I could
take."

"But that before..."

"Don't give me any fuckin' excuses either, Miguel."

By his actions, I felt like a real heel. Lower than a
worm crawling on the ground. Stepping forward, he puts
his arms around me, his lips close to my ear.

"That all behind us now. We family now."

I was blown away by what he said. I couldn't believe
that the guy who hauled my ass all over the county by
the tow truck meat hook, now embraced me as family!

"Um, How your stomach, feel Anthony?"

Letting the comment slide, I took it at more of a
humorous tone, even though I didn't feel like
laughing. At the same time, the wrestling team piled
in the door.

"Coach Toricelli, how ya doing man?"

First up, was Brad Barkley. He reached out to shake my
hand, but I reeled him, hugging him.

"What's this Coach? You miss us `that' much?"

Overriding Iacovanni's joke, I heralded Brad, "That
kick out move came in handy."

"Kick out move? The one I was disqualified for?"

"Same. As I was getting worked over, I tried it."

"How'd it work out for you?"

"It bought me some time."

Then, Sean Berg asks, "We heard they worked you over
pretty good."

I sort of made a joke out of it. The guys tried to
cheer me up. Even though the most important thing on
my mind now, is Roberto. I feigned happiness.

"Neither pretty, nor good."

Brad had crossed over, to the other side of the bed,
to let the other guys closer.

He comments, "Those welts look nasty Coach. It hurt?"

"Which one?"

It made the guys giggle and that's all I cared about.
Taking their minds off of me so that could leave,
saying I was in good spirits is all I wanted to
accomplish.

"Um, Coach?"

"Yeah, Jason?"

"I know it's none of our business, but before it
becomes a rumor.. um..."

They looked at each other. Tom Carrington irked Jason
on.

"Um, is it true you got beat up.. I mean... well, did
you take a beating protecting your gay lover?"

My head sunk to my chest. However, I began to see
Miguel in a new light. He stood up and confronted the
lot of them.

"Why? You got a problem with that?"

Looking up, I think Jason kind of got nervous.

"Who me? Um, no. It's not like any of us are perfect.
Right, Michael?"

The room shifted attention to Michael Tucker. At first
he looked down, fidgiting with his red baseball cap,
then looked up.

Smiling, he replied, "Um, takes one to know one!"

He broke out in a grin.

I was as surprised as the rest of the guys. But that
wasn't the end of it.

"You're not the only one, Mikey!"

Nobody could be as shocked as the next guy, as Aldo
Iacovanni walks over to Michael, places his lips up to
his and kisses him a long one.

"Oh shit!" Nineteen year old Tom Carrington states.

"You got a problem with that boy?" Miguel interrogates
him.

"No. No problem with me."

I smiled, knowing how intimidating Miguel can be, when
he wants to. Strangely though, I felt drawn to Miguel.
His family notion started to wear down my real
impression of him. As time ticked away, the team began
to leave. One mental note I made, is Aldo and Michael
walking out, `buddies'. I thought they made a nice
couple. Although, on a sadder note, Coach Martucci
didn't seem at all enthused.

"Nice group of boys. Look like they could be fun."

"Forget it, Miguel."

"Though," he changed his mind, "too young."

"And what else are you thinking, Miguel?"

"That coach."

"Martucci?"

"Yeah. He doesn't swing with the rest of them."

"I thought you picked up on that," I frankly gave my
opinion, then alluded to, "I think he may be
homophobic."

"What that mean?"

"Against gays, he doesn't care for seeing two guys
together in the same company. Um, did you see the way
he looked at Aldo and Michael, when they kissed?"

"He be big trouble to those boys."

"Could be."

"Maybe I do something about it."

"Now now, Miguel. No rough stuff. I appreciate the
thought, but Coach Martucci is pushing retirement age
and shouldn't be around too much longer. We can deal
with that."

"Those boys are young though. They be around long
time."

"They're eighteen. Freshman, but like everything else,
we can't run away from our problems. We've got to face
them headon and deal with them."

"True. You smart man, Anthony. I see you good for my
Roberto."

"Miguel, I've gotta see him."

Before I knew it, we headed up the road towards
Miguel's home, passing the long, fenced in pasture of
cows.

"I forget to tell you."

"What's that, Miguel?"

"I no call the cops."

"Cops?"

"The men that beat you. I take care of them. You no
worry."

I knew it was totally wrong of Miguel, but I also knew
that arguing the point wouldn't prove anything, but
wearing me down. I had my lover to think about. I
smiled, when I thought of Roberto as my `lover'.

As we drove up the country road, I asked, "How much
farther?"

"Maybe five miles."

"Oh, okay."

Then, after about three minutes, not that i counted
the division of time, I asked, "How much farther,
Miguel?"

"Maybe four miles. By the way. I ask you something?"

"Okay."

"How come you not hate me for what I do to you?"

At the moment, my mind wasn't on it, but I wondered
that myself.

"I don't know," shrugging my shoulders, even though I
know he couldn't read my actions, his mind on the
road.

"I hurt you and you don't say something to me."

"Oh," I thought, "I suppose meeting Roberto and
all..." I couldn't define it, but tried, "you see, I
believe things don't happen without a reason."

"You say then that if I didn't hit you behind the
head, strip you down and tie you to my tow truck, you
not meet Roberto?"

I was thinking, not hurrying my answer, even though it
was a snap decision. Looking beyond what Roberto meant
to me, not intentionally slighting him, I thought
about the `other' good reasons.

"Huh? What you think amigo?"

I smiled at the endearment.

"You know, Miguel, I tricked Roberto into falling in
love with him."

"That shit!"

"Oh? How does that go?"

"Roberto in love with you when he meet you first. How
you say?"

"Love at first sight?"

"I guess. He not tell me, but as I watch, I see he
like you very much. Then, like flower grow from seed,
I see it blossom. I see he want you. But, I not see
this til late."

"Late?"

"Not until I already let you be beaten. I... I am
sorry that I did that."

His hand dropped from the steering wheel of the
pickup, traversed the plaid seat cushioning and
latched onto my hand.

"Are we almost there?"

"We are here."

Sure enough, the old, broken down station appeared.

"Before you go. I ask you something."

I waited, my hand on the door opener.

"You tell me you forgive me?"

"I forgive you, Miguel."

"Can you prove?"

"Prove? How am I going to do that? You want it in
writing?"

"No."

With that, he pulled my arm, tilting the upper portion
of my body towards his. I felt his stache on my upper
lip.

"You... you're gay too?"

"It secret. Between you, me and Roberto."

Of course, his small circle of buddies knew.

"Sure. No problem, Miguel. And someday when I'm all
healed up, maybe I'll come back and help you win that
money back."

"Money?"

"The bet."

"Oh, you forget about that. Fool's money."

Hurrying into the front of the station,  I walked
swiftly towards the house portion, thinking to myself,
`What am I crazy or something? Here, I survived
beatings and I was asking for more? What a twisted
mind!'

"Roberto?"

Lying in bed, the white sheet pulled up to his waist,
where the tight treasure trail flowed from out of his
navel. Looking up his body, the medium brown hair
covering of his stomach, ending midchest, the rising
and falling of his chest, swirls of hair around his
nips, the peacefulness on his face. I couldn't wait to
greet him, but reluctant to wake him. So I did the
next best thing. Carefully, I dismantled my clothing,
unbuttoning my shirt and pulling it back over my
shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. When I bent
to pick it up, I groaned. Still, the welts from the
whipping caused pain, when stretched. Plus, I still
had this dull ache in my gut, when I sat to untie my
sneakers. I only had one problem when peeling off my
briefs. I was hard! I lifted the sheet and climbed in
next to him. Amazing that he didn't wake up, but I had
been gentle, quiet. I hugged the pillow with one arm,
placing my chin on his shoulder. Still no motion. I
wanted so badly to touch him, but not awaken him.
Taking my chances, I lay a hand on his fuzzy stomach.
It worked. I lay there, in silence, except for the
sound of inhaling and exhaling, looking him over, his
chest rising and falling. He turned over. I didn't
want to be in his way. After all, Miguel had warned me
of his sensitivity, his `craziness'. I kept my
distance, as Roberto turned towards me, yet still
remained asleep. Our bodies remained inches apart. I
wanted to reach out, touch, hug him. Yet, I didn't.
With each breath, I felt the exhale on my chest,
blowing my own follicles, stimulating me, in an erotic
sense. I smelled his manscent. It started to overpower
me, yet I kept my composure, even though my crotch was
telling me otherwise. As if the sun flowed through the
windows, touching his face, he awoke. I gulped. I
didn't know what to expect.

"Hi," is all I offered, with a quaint smile.

He wasn't crazy, looney or bursting with insanity.
Instead, he sniffled. As tears collected in his eyes,
Roberto began to weep. I let go of all my inhibitions
and brought my body closer to his. An inconvenience,
the bandage on my nose, hurt when we kissed. Yet,
together we found solace in each other.

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More `Road Trips' to come

Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee
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