Date: Thu, 31 Jul 2008 15:06:26 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: ROAD TRIP juggling 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 juggling wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Hi!" Zach didn't know what to do but smile when that angelic face greeted him upon awakening. Then he had to follow closely in order to keep up with Barry as he rattled off, "You slept in your clothes? I thought you were going home? Did you call your mother to tell her? I had a good sleep. Did you? Good thing you're awake... it's almost time for you to go to school. Right?" "Um... yeah.. I mean..." Then in a fog, Zach asks, "What did you say?" "You slept in your clothes. I did it once. It's okay because sometimes a guy's too tired to change. Most of the time at home I sleep in a pair of boxer shorts... no shirt... you?" For a moment all Zach could do is carry a smile on his lips and think of how cute Barry was being. "I think I'm ready to get out of here," Barry then interjected thought a thought, being the chipper mood he was in. "Um, me too," Zach replied, unknowing to Barry he was getting out of answering some tricky questions. "Cool," Barry said, backing away from the bed as Zach brushed the covers off of himself and sat up on the edge. "I guess I should think about getting ready for school. Alright if I throw some water on my face?" "Sure," Barry replied brightly. Again the two remained stagnant, unable to break eyes. Not until Barry suggests, "You better get going. You'll be late to school, something Larry made sure I never did. Did I tell you about Larry?" "You mentioned you had a twin brother," Zach said. "That's him." As if very proud, Barry tells, "Larry is the best brother a guy can have." "Nice," Zach said, leading Barry along to the jon, turning on the cold water in the sink. When Barry added the hot water faucet, Zach replied with a `thank you', two words he hasn't used in a very long time. While Zach was in the jon, Barry's breakfast was passing through the door. "And what are you doing out of bed?" All Barry could do is flash his brightey-whities at Rashid. When the nurse took a quick glance at the other bed, the `unoccupied' one, with mussed sheets his look to Barry demanded an explanation. "Um, I guess I was sleep walking and got into the wrong bed... Um, then I woke up!" It seemed nobody was immune to Barry's flashy smile. Even though Rashid didn't believe a word of it he let the incident slide. "Well you better hop right back into bed so I can serve you your breakfast." Sitting there, hands folded in his lap, a small smile grazed the twenty-one year old blond's lips. Leaving the tins on the table before him, Rashid turned to walk out. "Aren't you gonna serve me?" Even though in the world of reality it bugged Rashid that someone was dictating an order to him. It made him think of last night, `king of the hill' when it came to having his cock swallowed down Robbie's throat, then shoved into his warm ass. "There! You happy?" Rashid said, picking up the metal top, plunking it down on the tray. "Yup. Thanks. Bye," Barry said, all in one breath. When Rashid left, his hand still on the doorknob, he proceeded to exhale with a long sigh. He stood immobile trying to keep his erection from blooming into a hard stalk. A deep dark secret, only held by his own self-awareness, Rashid thought about it, the only other time he allowed himself to react to an authoritative figure dealing out orders. The other time didn't matter now that he had a more current memory to replace the old worn out one. He wasn't required to bring the clipboard back to the nurse's station, however it became necessary to carry it at crotch level, his mind racing with the thoughts of a nerdy guy taking control, ordering him about, just like what happened in college when this dark-haired, eye-glassed guy pulled the same thing on him, making him obey every command. After Rashid took leave, Barry thought it an awfully long time spent, Zach splashing water on his face. He knocked on the door, asking "You okay in there, Zach?" When no reply, he opened the door, letting himself in. The perimeter and all within was steamed up like London fog. "Zach?" he called out, even though the pounding shower gave away to the secret of the eighteen year old's whereabouts. "I'm in here," came the reply, Zach pulling the plastic curtain back a bit. Something immediately came to Barry. "Know what they have in the dorm at Applegate?" "What?" Zach asks, not immune to Barry checking him out below the waist. "A sign in the jon that says `save water - shower together'. Robbie told me. Funny, huh?" By this time both felt a connection, be it friendship or something more. "Um yeah. I never did something like that before. `Never knew any guys to do it with'." "When we were kids, my mom used to give Larry and I baths together in the tub. Though I guess it's different when you've just met a guy, huh? It's different with brothers." Call it a hint or wishful thinking, didn't matter much as both had it set in their minds to try it out. "You can't do it with your clothes on," Zach dropped the more than subtle hint. In seconds Barry had his hospital garment off, even though the little ties were snagged with knots. Zach slipped, saying, "You're nice too...um, down there." He held the shower curtain while Barry stepped into the play of warm and cold. % "What's with you this morning, man?" Even though he had spent much of the late evening and early morning hours, Robbie felt in tip-top shape. Except for the early morning stubble he could pass for being his regular self. "Nothing much, Sean," Robbie replied, telling his fellow psych class and swim team colleage, "guess you can say I had an awesome evening... and morning!" "Barry's such a lucky guy," Sean replied before they both settled down to pay attention to their class professor. Fortunately for Robbie he didn't have the need to explain being with another guy while poor Barry sat bandaged up in the hospital! % "Don't they look comfy?" Roberto said to Randy as they stood in the doorway. "I almost feel jealous," Randy replies. "Yeah, me too," Roberto says, following Randy's lead, placing his hand on his bedmate's back, rubbing it as they enjoy a mutual kiss. "I hate to break off this happy moment, but I have to think about getting to the cafe." Agreeing, the two approached the bed where Nicholas is spooning Anthony, his arm over his midsection, a hand lodged in the folds of Anthony's privates. "Ready?" Randy whispers. At Nicholas' back, the two give a mighty push, two backs to Nicholas' one, pressing their feet against the mattress. "What tha?" Nicholas says at the rude awakening. Anthony yells out an obscenity as he tumbles over the edge of the bed, a slight pushup position breaking his frontal fall to the carpet. "You okay Anthony?" Nicholas asks, peering over the side of the bed. "I think you crushed my balls!" He grins as he lays there, his back up against Anthony's as he retorts, "What? You're not enjoying it?" "Ha-ha," Anthony reported back in a low drone, in fake laughter. The atmosphere was much different than last night, into the early morning hours, their loads spent, that special mood dissapated. Leaning forwards, over the edge, Nicholas' hand reaches to Anthony's pubes, feeling his balls. "Seems alright to me!" "Never you mind!" Anthony charges, swatting Nicholas' hand away. Right over Nicholas', his skinny bod cascading like a waterfall, Roberto tumbles off the bed making his lover grunt as his uses him for a landing pad. It's then he notices something the two of them hadn't when they invaded the two sleepers' nest. "You better hide these!" "Oh yeah," Anthony says, placing his hands near the floor where the bed overlaps. With haste he unbuckles the two wrist cuffs and stashes them under the bed, out of Randy's sight before the cuffs can be seen, connecting with Randy's harrowing experience of not long ago. "I have to get ready for work," Roberto says, meaning it two ways, an urgent need and a diversion to allow Nicholas and Randy to their early morning privacy. "I'll help," Anthony replies, following his stringbean lover's stroll towards the jon. "Looks like you and Nicholas had a nice time?" Roberto asks, his finger tracing the pink welt across his lover's ass, dipping in and out of the crevice. "We played around a little. That is until Nicholas' balls got too hyper for him to control himself!" "I know the feeling," Roberto states, standing behind Anthony, lathering up his back. "Owch!" Anthony cries out when Roberto goes at his hairy chest with the cake of soap. "I bet Nicholas wasn't the only one getting `hyper'?" Turning his head, Anthony smiled at his stringbean lover, the answer written on his face. As a diversion he adds, "So, how many hours were you two going at it?" "A few." Then, more an observation Roberto says, "Have you noticed lately Randy and I spending more time together, as well as you and Nicholas?" Turning around in Roberto's arms, his soapy back getting a washdown, Anthony replies, "That I have. So has Nicholas. I take it Randy has mentioned the same thing?" "We've talked about it." "And?" "Even though you and Nicholas have been friends for a longer time, it seems Randy and I have developed some sort of.... connection too." All Anthony could do is crack a smile, knowing the special relationship he and Nicholas have had, still growing on each other. "I think I understand what you're saying. The strange thing is, before Randy came into Nicholas' life we never did half as much of the sexual stuff as we're doing now. Plus... well ever since Thanksgiving, we both have a difference in views of being together." "I think I sort of know what your saying." Then as more a joke, Roberto tells him, "I wonder if it has anything to do with your's and Nicholas' balls being tied together?" Anthony gave him a look as to `what?' "Never mind," Roberto said. Whether it was meant to be funny or serious, Anthony thought as much to help him along. "Well I did find it kind of special when Nicholas was made to fuck me. I mean at first I thought it might have been voluntary when Tino and Miguel picked him up by the thighs and forced his cock into me. Though," Anthony sighs, "I can't say I wasn't enjoying it." "And Nicholas?" "Well... he stills enjoys it!" "I'm glad we can be honest with each other and not feel hurt," Roberto replied. "I just can't believe Randy's turn around." "In what way?" "Well," Anthony states, "when he and Nicholas had sex it was always Randy getting fucked." Roberto puts it, "This is my own opinion, but being on the receiving end, I'd say he was more or less `born to fuck'!" As the water rained down their bods, the two smiled. "I suppose it makes up what some of are termed, `versatile'?" "Not me," Roberto states. "Never was and never think I `would' be able to get into fucking a guy." "You don't know til you try," Anthony says uplifting. However, his lover didn't follow the same path. "What's the matter?" He picked up Roberto's chin. "Oh nothing." "It's got to be something... something I said?" "It's history. It doesn't mean anything now," Roberto replied in a gloomy manner. "Whatever it is," Anthony coaxed him on, his arms surrounding his twenty-nine year old man, "it might be helpful to put it behind you, talking about it? Hmm?" Their torsos pressing together didn't receive the heightened awareness normally felt in bed or during any tender moment. Instead their touching bods added a feeling of warm friendship, camaraderie useful to open a person's heart and mind to another. "I suppose." Roberto went on to tell about one of his past experiences, meeting guys at `the motel', of how he was forced to participate in a gangbang, himself being the middle of the three-guy sandwich. "I hated it when the guy in front of me took his hand and forced my cock up his ass. Am I being weird or something?" Anthony's hand brushing Roberto's watery hair backwards, he said, "Weird? I don't think there is anything such as `normal'. Everybody is different. We all have what we like and don't like." "I think you missed your calling. Have you ever thought of being a shrink?" By the time Roberto finished telling his woeful story, Anthony enclosed him in the safety of his arms. "Feel better?" "Maybe a little." "Well if there's anything else you need to unload, you be sure to tell me." "Thanks." "That's what I'm here for!" Anthony says in a cheery mood. "Okay. I think it must be getting late. I've got to get to work." "I'll help," Anthony replied, turning around, cutting off the water, taking the towel from Roberto and dabbing him off. "Make sure my hair is dry. I don't want to chance getting a cold with my new job and all." As he blotted Roberto's pubes, he said, "This job means a lot to you doesn't it?" "It's the first time in my life I've ever dreamed about doing something and going ahead to do it." "Then you better hop into your clothes and get moving." Anthony said. At first he slapped Roberto's ass, but then drew him back, not letting him get away without a kiss. % "Having fun?" "Oh hi babe!" Barry greeted Robbie. "Um, I guess I better get moving... to school," Zach said, dressed only in his tightey-whities. Plucking his shirt and pants off the little hanger on the back of the door, he bent down for his sneakers, socks stuffed inside each. "I was helping Zach get ready," Barry states, not sure of how Robbie was feeling about finding him alone, Zach at least with his briefs on, more than what he had wrapped around his own torso, the hospital gown. Seeing his loverman nervous, Robbie does something which speaks louder than words, throwing his arms around Barry, hugging the living daylights out of him before giving him a sweet kiss. "Then you're not mad at me, babe?" "No. How can I be?" Robbie then reminds, "We have an open relationship, right?" A short silence followed, then Barry saying, "I don't think I like sharing you with another guy... or other guys." "Oh?" Robbie replied with a little loosening up of his grip. Not knowing about Robbie's late night-early morning escapade he said, "I mean I don't mind you having fun with Tino. That's different. If you want to do that pain stuff it's okay, but... I don't know how to put this," he said, then came right back into the conversation with, "the sex stuff. I only want to do it with you. What do you think?" Thoughts of being with Rashid filled his mind. Robbie analysed the whole deal with pictures in his mind. As if an outer body experience, he saw himself cuffed, eagle-spread on the bed, the leather lace tied around his balls. All of that, plus the ball-tugging was highly satisfying, but when it came to the fucking part he instantly drew a conclusion, comparing Rashid to Barry. "I think I'll never get tired of your cock inside me!" "Really?" Barry filled to the gills with excitement. It didn't even occur to him he was the subject of comparison with `the other guy'. "Really," Robbie replied. As the two hugged, kissed, Robbie made a silent vow not to betray his lover, with having sex with another guy even though they both had agreed to an open relationship. Besides, with Barry's wishes, he considered the `open' part dissolved. "So how did psych class go?" A smile came over Robbie's face. Even though the two clutched each other in their arms, he overlooked the unromantic comment, responging, "Okay." Then fingering one of the strings to Barry's apron, Robbie asks, "Hey, can you help get these damn knots out?" Before the hospital garment fell into Robbie's hands, Larry showed up at the door. "Mom's downstairs signing you out. You're going home." Most of the time Larry could be easy-going, alive with laughter, thinking up a joke to spring. Even with his twin in the buff, Robbie clothed in his tee shirt, there wasn't that vibrant feature billowing out of Larry. "What's wrong bro?" Holding the gown, Robbie worked at the little knots even though Larry unloaded the paper bag, placing a shirt, pants, socks and sneakers on the bed. "Nothing," Larry replied. Barry asks, "Remember how you could always tell when I wasn't telling the truth?" Larry acknowledged Barry. "Well you're lying to me now!" The manner in which it was spoken made Robbie smile. "I'll get your stuff together," he said, leaving the two to converse. With an ear to the two, Robbie had to grin, finding a pile of magazines; `Genre', `Instinct' and `xy' among the others. He wanted to make a joke at least find out who smuggled them in, but reluctant because the two twin brothers were deep in thought with each other. "It's Edwin." "What about him?" Robbie smiled, watching Barry put his arm over Larry's shoulder for comfort. "We're through. It's over." "What happened? You two were so happy... so I thought." Shrugging his shoulders, Larry put it bluntly, "I found out the only reason Edwin has a relationship with a guy is to have a permanent fuck buddy." Then he went great guns, telling, "His only concern in life is to fuck a guy. He doesn't care about the hugging and kissing, tender stuff. He lets his cock rule his life." "He's not alone," Robbie came out with. It was the right time to involve himself. "There seems to be an epidemic out there." Flashback, he then felt shamed, himself his own victim of getting fucked by Rashid. It reaffirmed his decision to end the open part of his relationship with Barry. "Trust me, Larry. You're better off without guys like Edwin." In a turn around of moods, Barry suggests, "You should meet Zach. He's really nice. He doesn't go around fucking guys. He's new to being like us." Not knowing a heap about Zach, Robbie went on his own intuition, trusting Barry's insight. "Right. He's new to the gay scene. You better hook him before he gets tainted by some other dude!" "No. I mean... Thanks guys, but for now count me out. I really need some time to think about all this, instead of rushing into some other deadend relationship." Then abruptly he says, "I'll see you downstairs. Hurry up. Mom has to be at work soon." As Barry hustled into his clothes Robbie and they talked up Zach. Both agreee, before leaving the room, they had to get `those two' together! % 2B continued... Copyright 2008 T. 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