Date: Sun, 24 Feb 2008 21:58:00 -0800 (PST) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: ROAD TRIP spaghetti & meatballs 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 spaghetti & meatballs wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % Under the table, Robbie kicked the side of Zach's sneaker, whispering so only the eighteen year old could hear, "It's not polite to stare!" After a faint "Sorry," Zach gets a smile from Robbie saying something more than forgiveness! Without fear of who might hear, including Mario, their waiter, Barry says, "I think Zach's got the hots for Mario!" Fortunately for their cop-friend, Mario Nicholas and Randy had dropped him off on the Applegate campus to meet up with Flip or else a misconception could have developed. However, it was Anthony who brought up the fact, "Sorry to burst your bubble, Zach but Mario here is already spoken for." He was in a high-spirited attitude until Anthony dropped the hint. To clear things up, Mario said, in sad tone, "Gregor and I broke up." "But it was only a week ago..." Anthony carried on the conversation like it was a two-man chat. "I know. Things happen. Besides, it's not like he told me suddenly. I knew it was coming," Mario filled Anthony and the others, listening in. Silence pervaded for a minute until Barry broke the ice with, "Cool! Now you're freed up to go out on a date with Zach!" "I think you better count me out. For now I'm concentrating on cooking school instead of meeting guys right now," Mario said, crossing the two t's in spaghetti before leaving to place their orders. It shot to hell Zach's first aspirations of falling for another gay guy. Seeing Zach's shoulders cave in to the burden of the let down, Robbie leans his palm on Zach's shoulder, saying, "Don't worry about it. There's plenty other fish in the sea." All this time, the rest of the gang, Anthony, Roberto, Tino, Jorge, Nicholas and Randy are following the trio's conversation. "Whoa!" some of the guys say, as Barry voices his opinion, "I think Mario was very rude. Somebody oughta give him a talkin' to!" Placing his hand on Barry's, Zach kindly says with a smile, "No let it go. Like Robbie says, there'll be others." Anthony breaks in to call timeout, "I don't think Mario was trying to be mean. You have to know what he had going with Gregor and the circumstances of how they came to know each other." Meant to clear the good name of Mario Magistretti, not only did the trio, but Tino and Jorge also, look to Anthony for answers. Randy and Nicholas, already knowing the story sat there patiently, waiting til it's conclusion. "Well, going back a few months, Mario, who lived with his father, came out to him. Right afterwards his father... committed suicide." Snickers and words of compensation for their words of injustice towards Mario bestowed pity on the nineteen year old. "Gregor, a policeman with the Eskridge PD, came to Linguini's to inform Mario, who was quite broken up over the news. At first Mario blamed himself, until it was found out his father was in big debt, was a borderline alcoholic and had been quite distraught over the mother's passing for a long time. Right now I'd say Mario is still reliving some of those memories, plus now the fact that Gregor is no longer `in' his life." "Um, I think I have to go to the jon," Zach said, getting up and heading for the rear of the restaurant. Sensing something more than Mario's hardluck story, Robbie says, "Me too." "Me three," Barry responds, shoving his chair out with his ass and following after the two. "What do you think that means?" Roberto asks. Anthony replies, "I sensed a connection with Barry and Zach right away Friday afternoon. Apparently Robbie has become the patriarch of the trio." Tino ventures to guess, "Strange Robbie should become the head male, since both Barry and Zach are after his ass?" "Was that the next step between you and Robbie, Tino?" Nicholas disturbed Tino's thoughts. Even Roberto boldly put the question to Tino, "Who was going to go first?" Realizing he went where he ought not, Tino summed up for them, "Hey, there's always a first time for everything. Who knows when this virgin ass is up for invasion?" Smiling, Anthony reflected back upon his torture session with Tino, how he watched as Tino's hairy asscrack made his mouth water. Now he was thinking differently with the new information, Tino offering up his virgin ass to some lucky man! Meanwhile, in the back of Linguini's Robbie and Barry had caught up with Zach, the three of them fitting in a room meant for two, one at the urinal and another in the stall. Robbie's ass leaned against, well almost `in' the small sink, as Zach stood between the two, Barry positioning himself half in-half out of the stall doorway. "Some loser I turned out to be," Zach was condemning himself. "It's not your fault," Barry told him, adding, "What happened to all the fish in the sea?" Robbie smiled at Barry, then tried consoling Zach, "the guy is just trying to get through a tough time. Besides, like I said, there's plenty of other guys around who are just aching to get with a hot, handsome guy like yourself." Peering over Robbie's shoulder, Zach caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. "I doubt guys would see me as handsome. With these glasses I'd think they thought I was a nerd or something." "Same thing I thought until Robbie talked me into getting contacts. See?" Barry said, stepping up right in front of Zach so he could view the two small discs in his eyes. Staring in each eye, it became obvious Zach wasn't seeing what he was supposed to be finding. "Sorry. Can't find them." Robbie just smiled as the two had their `eye-talk', Barry sweetly saying to Zach, "I really don't see the point of you getting contacts anyway. You're just as cute with glasses!" It made Zach smile, as he thanked Barry. "Y'know there's tons of guys over at Applegate who would love to drool over a handsome buy like you, Zach." "One problem," Zach found, not that he minded the `drooling' part, "I'm in high school." "So?" Barry replies. "Hint," Zach finds excuse, "I go to Eskridge High. What purpose would I have being on Applegate grounds?" "To register for college?" Barry brought up. "Not going," Zach replies sharply. Robbie replies, "Not going? How come?" As the answer is on the tip of his tongue, a knock comes at the door with the words, "Anybody in here?" "Only us," Robbie says, holding the door open. Mario, with bucket and mop in hand, tells them, "Never mind. I'll do it later." Sticking his hand in the door, Robbie forces Mario back inside, grabbing the handle of the bucket to lead him. His other hand latches onto Barry's arm, pulling him towards the door. The action resembles a square dance, exchanging partners. The only one not in transition is Zach who folds his arms across his middle, moving out of the way. "That's okay. We were just leaving," Robbie says. However, as the commotion dies down the only two left there are Zach, shrugging his shoulders and smiling, Mario with bucket at his feet and mop on the floor wondering what just happened! "What's with Zach?" Anthony brought up the topic, as Robbie and Barry returned to the table. Barry was about to say, when Robbie cut him off telling, "He's thinks it's something he ate." "Not feeling well, is that it?" Anthony fell for the line, as well as some of the others. Some of the others did not include Tino, whose intuition was conjuring up thoughts in his mind meaning difference of opinions. Yet he kept his opinions to himself. When Jorge got up to take a leak, Tino placed a hand on the twenty-three year old's thigh, saying, "I think you can wait a few minutes, no?" "Um, sure," Jorge replied. Robbie and Barry were thinking the same thing, although not along the same vein as Tino meant it. Last night, Jorge's time spent with Tino, he picked up on a couple of things which the two shared an interest. He wasn't at all afraid when Tino produced, out of thin air, a pair of leather cuffs. Sure, at first it startled him, lying there in the bed naked with a man he just met. But like a sedative he relaxed as Tino cuffed one of his wrists while being deeply kissed. For a moment he sat there daydreaming, while the others chatted up Zach. "Not too tight?" Tino asked as he fed the little metal stem into the shoe-sized hole in the cuff, setting Jorge's right wrist in bondage. "No... not at all," Jorge said, looking upwards as Tino fed the connecting chain through the wrought iron headboard, Jorge picking up the scent of Tino's hairy armpit. Feeling him out, Tino sought information on how far he could go, telling him as he set Jorge's left wrist in leather, "You know you will be at my mercy from this moment on?" Not a bit scared, Jorge automatically smiled, saying, "I know. It kind of turns me on. You?" Tino just smiled, his hands doing the deed of working the leather strap in place, completing his task of chaining Jorge to the iron bars of the bed while his lips placed additional confidence in what he was about to do. Chills ran over Jorge's bod when Tino rose up, placing his ass on Jorge's almost smooth stomach, his ten inches slapping down mid-chest, Tino feeling a little tingly sensation with his cock on the bed of chest hair between Jorge's pecs. Staring at each other, Jorge asks, "That's it?" "Do you want it to be `it'?" Tino asked, an evil smile forming on his face. He went to shrug his shoulders in response, but instead looked to each wrist when he pulled on his restraints, answering, "Um... no, sir." "Sir, is it?" Tino asks, sitting there on Jorge's stomach, knees bent to the sides of Jorge's bod as he straddled him. "Ah, yeah." Grazing over Jorge's smooth pecs, Tino allowed his thumbs to linger at Jorge's nips. In a circular motion he massaged them, his smile turning to a toothy grin as Jorge tried pressing his head back in the pillow, eyes closed, his mouth eliciting moans of pleasure. "So," going out on a dare, Tino asks, "who was your master before me?" A short whimper and Jorge was back into reality as Tino stopped his nip-massaging. Coming down from his high, Jorge cautioned Tino first, "It's a long, long story." "Well I just happen to have a long, long time!" Getting more comfy, Tino carefully dismounted Jorge's bod, lying down next to him. Shimmying closer, Tino lay with his stomach butted up against the side of Jorge's stomach. A hand behind Jorge's upward-stretched arms and neck, he assumed the position of cuddling his willing victim. With his free hand, Tino explored the tight, dark trail leading to Jorge's bellyhole. "I'm ready," Tino announced, adding, "Comfortable?" "Sure. No problem," Jorge responded, trying to look down at Tino's roaming fingers, Jorge feeling one of his digits ready to fall into his navel. "So, what's your story?" By now Jorge pretty much knew Tino had an idea of what he was about to explain. He figured Tino to be well-versed in the knowledge of master/slavery, so he talked in his language. Also Jorge felt totally in comfort with Tino, unafraid to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Beginning as a teenager, Jorge told of running away, being drawn into a world which totally surprised him, the world of bondage, discipline, sadism and masochism, sex and other things he hadn't previous knowledge. He told a story of once being collared, a leash attached as he walked about on all fours, fetching dog biscuits and running after dog toys. Such was one of many instances where he was hired out by his `master', being rewarded with food and a place to call `home'. "So, you weren't seeing any of this money you were `working' for I take it?" "No. I didn't think it was right, but being a seventeen year old, I didn't have the knowledge of what I was getting myself into until it was too late." After more stories of multiple sex partners, leather and `other' types of parties, then his first attempt at running away... "I saw the scars on your back," Tino told him, his hand softly massaging Jorge's stomach, as if a teddy bear. "Yeah well it was only by a fluke having managed to get free the second time. For sure I didn't want to face another whipping, so I had to think fast if I was going to make my getaway." With an interest, Tino listened as Jorge told of a split second when he wasn't bound in cuffs and chains, being transferred to a house for a party, a moment left unattended while another boy was taken down to the dungeon. He told the story of not knowing where he was and how scared he was to attempt to achieve freedom. Tino fingered the cuff on Jorge's wrist allowing it to naturally feed through the slats in the wrought iron headboard. Both seeking the same thing, Tino and Jorge held each other in their arms, Tino seeking a sense of peace and tranquillity. Gone was his smile, feeling something he hadn't felt yet in this lifetime, in regards to the compassion he was feeling for Jorge. Within mintues, Jorge's wrists were free of bondage and the two involved themselves in romantic passion. % "Anybody see Mario?" Anthony started the uproar of laughter, others following, as Ding appeared with a tray of several plates of spaghetti and meatballs. "What's so funny? I've got my own tables to wait on, y'know?" Ding complained, setting plates from tray to table. An unlikely match, a Chinese waiter in an Italian restaurant, the crowd calmed when they saw how stressed out Dingxiang Choi was getting. "Here, let me assist you," Randy said, jumping out of his seat and handing plates out from the packed tray. "Thanks," Ding replied to Randy, whisking away as soon as his tray was emptied. "Um, I guess I better see what's up?" Robbie says, scratching his head. "Me too!" Barry follows, both headed towards the jon. Entering the jon, seeing Mario leaning on his mop, ass against the sink, Zach `holding up the wall', Robbie clues them, "Um, I think Ding is looking to kick your ass, Mario!" "Shit!" Mario exclaims, looking at his watch, not that he knew what time he came into the jon, "I better get out there!" Before he left, slapping his mop against the wall, Zach yells to him, "Thanks for your number!" As the door slammed shut, the two were all smiles, Robbie saying, "Looks like you scored, eh Zachary?" Thinking of something more serious, Barry squashed Zach in his arms, saying, "I'm so happy for you." "Gee... thanks," Zach said as he gazed over Barry's shoulder at Robbie. "Um babe, you wanna give Zach some air there?" Breaking off, Barry stood there a minute looking at Zach before he said, "He's still breathing." Said with all seriousness, it served as a cute reminder of the three caring about each other. "Thanks," Zach said, making the first move to give Barry back a loving hug. "What about me?" Robbie complained. "The spaghetti's on the table," Barry said to both, he and Zach. Parading past Robbie, Zach slapping him on the side of the stomach, said, "Hope you're as hungry as I am!" "What's that supposed to mean?" Smiling, Barry informs him, "Could be the intensity of last night's blowjob you gave him?" Robbie had to think on that one, til Barry reached in and yanked him out of the jon. % 2B continued... Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection without prior written permission, by the author.