Date: Wed, 25 Apr 2012 13:04:53 -0700 (PDT) From: Tchase Mcphee Subject: SuPReME CouRTsHiP 07 [ThEnD!] 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, of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns, villages, neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or non-governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if guy-to-guy sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up your mind, you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. % Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection. % SuPReME CouRTsHiP 07 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee % After the `cabana', upon which a little frustration ensued upon James' part, wanting to make William hard and then by a lip massaging movement, make him soft again, it would just not get William hard enough. "Oh well!" James says of it, looking upon William's wet willie, still soft. "It's not that I don't `wanna' get hard, James?" William adds sympathy to all of James' diligent work. Adding his own bit of sentimental fervor, "I suppose there's always a next time?" "I'm hungry. How about you?" Still in the throes of the uneventful mouth-jerking of William's cock, "I was!" Going from a relaxed lean on elbows, to a full sit up, William says, "I know you wanted to make me feel good," he gives his abs a rest. "Okay, so I wanted to make you feel good, but you know I like your cock, too?" "Oo-oo!" William coos, James making a last ditch effort to stimulate. Stopping the sweet massage, "Y'think Tim has anything interesting in the fridge?" "Not unless you're into feeling sick to your stomach afterwards!" William sends a message. "I guess this means we're dining out. Think we should put some clothes on?" "Nah," William plays his game, "let's shock people!" After one last kiss, the two head out of the cabana. William saying, "Looks like they've deserted us!" Back up in William's room he knew his drawers and closet had been `picked over'. To his comment of thinking it, James offer, "I think you should get an attorney!" standing behind William, as he looks inside his closet. Having found the door open, "If you think I have a good case?" Turning around, shoving a shirt to James' chest, "Here." "Plaid?" James holds the buttoned down shirt to his chest. "I've never worn this pattern in my life!" Picking out a crazy design for himself, "Wanna trade?" "Uh, no. I think I better go conservative, thank you!" Dressing, which they took their time, comparing briefs from William's stock, which were comprised mainly of Aussie's, a few 2xist. "I like the way they fit!" James looks in the mirror at himself, his soft cock still filling up the `pocket'. "I prefer a little more `showing'?" Williams presents himself, without the cock-bootie, his balls most prominent, the white bulge and red ribbing making him look `big' down there. Their cute assessments of each other slowly wore off, putting on shirts and pants. "Where to James?" William asks, getting outside, borrowing one of Tim's sets of wheels, the Kawasaki. Hugging William around the middle, he responds, "I dunno," thoughts second to, "are you sure you know to drive one of these contraptions?" "You're calling Tim's Ninja a contraption?" James did take notice before slinging his leg over it, like mounting a guy seconds before implant, the lime green accents against the bod of the Kawasaki Ninja, "Uh yeah," enough to admit his error, "it's nice, but..." Revving it up, William says, "I've ridden this dozens of times. Trust me, I can get us where we're going in one piece," again asking, "wherever that is?" "For the past few months that I've lived here it's been back and forth to the courthouse. That's as far as I have really had time for. You're call!" Taking it James has not had much time for sightseeing, getting himself situated into his work, "Okay. It's the burger joint I suppose." At first it was shattered nerves, James hugging William, like squeezing sluggish toothpaste out of a tube. Slowly though he loosened his grip and it did not feel like he was hanging on for dear life, "Not so bad." "What?" William yelled through the visor of his helmet, turning his head as much as he could when stopping for a light. "I said," James didn't tell his original idea, "I'm hungry!" Speeding off, William thought about it, not in way James probably meant it. It got his loins pulsing some, the mind's power of persuasion, thinking over the events of this afternoon. Apparently not meant to get hard over his thoughts, they turned into the parking lot of a small joint, "Bernie's Beer'n'Burgers?" James reads the sign, "Doesn't look like much of a place!" It's like William ignored him, but had inner feelings, thinking James would change his mind once they got past the facade of the log cabin-looking place. He smiles, James remarking as they walk in, "Wo-o-o-ow!" "I knew you would like it!" Williams replies with a giggle. The outside might have appeared mundane, but hardly would one agree, rather a total opposite frame of appearance, the circular tables, draped in fine linens, decked out with preliminary table settings. To top it off, they are approached by a man, who could serve to make a man's loins stir, "Two?" James gulped, as William answers, "Yup and oh, this is my friend, James." He spoke with a foreign twang, something European, yet James could not decipher it, James knowing for sure it wasn't Italian, French, German, Spanish or any of the Scandinavian countries. It stumped him enough to ask, after shaking the offered hand, "Where might you be from, Tino?" Walking off towards their table, James and Tino having a lovely conversation about the Greek Isles, William took to looking for a friend. Settling down at their table, with menus, James asks, "So who was it `you' we were scouting out for?" "Oh, you noticed?" William replies. James says sarcastically, "Hard not to, even though I was thoroughly engrossed in Tino's speech on Greek mythology?" "I know. He can get carried away about that Youlissies stuff!" "So? The guy?" William says, "How do you know it was a guy?" "Dah?" James replies, familiar answer regarding the known factor, they are both gay? "Athan. He was a guy I met through Tim. He goes to Courvis Community College and..." "An older man, huh?" James asks, like with a sexy inflection. "Younger, for your information. One year. Plays a mean game of miniature golf!" "Oh right," it dawns on James, "I saw the arcade next door. So, there's a reason why you picked this place?" "He also waits tables at Bernie's. He has an `in' with the chef." Digging, James asks, "Boyfriend?" "Brother," William's responds, "step-brother really. Same father, different mothers." "Hey, William?" Suddenly, the two were interrupted from their deep conversation, looking up at their waiter. "How's it going?" William beamed with gleam. "Who's your friend?" "James," William replies. Taking the handshake, Athan, with a very masculine manner, responds, "Nice to meet you." William then says, holding up his water glass, "Got anymore water, Athan?" Looking around, Athan replies, "Sure. I've got to go get a jug." Then there was James, sitting alone at the table, William having said he had to go to the little boy's room. Though, James had other suspicions. Then, about a half minute later, William is back in his seat. "Meet any little boys in the little boy's room?" "Uh," William replies, realizing he couldn't have possibly gone to the jon, walked up to a stall, undid his zipper, and because his briefs didn't have a slit, would have to unbuckle, split the flaps of his jeans, park his briefs under his balls, piss, squeeze out the excess, make sure there were no drips, shove his junk back in, buckle, zip up, wash hands, dry and then report back... in 30 seconds? "I had to wash my hands," he edited his trip. Being an attorney, James was a good judge of character. Sometimes he had to outweigh a client's word, his mind taking on the role of a lie detector machine, weeding out fact from fiction. Right now, he was staring at William, like waying `I don't believe you.' Picking up on it, William asks, "You don't believe me?" Smirking, because he didn't want to come right out and say he thought William was lying, "Is there reason why I shouldn't?" William was about to open his mouth, expel the truth, when a commotion draws their attention towards the kitchen. James, whom faced William swishes his head around. Athan he already recognized, but silently thought about the dude accompanying him, `Wow!' Little did James know, Athan's older brother was thinking the same, automatically dropping his gripe about what was so important, which Athan could not handle, dragging him out of the kitchen. "That's Athan's brother, Metri," William is quick to introduce, even though he was on the other side of the dining room. "Meat-tree?" James says out loud, facing William and then studying the face, which is coming closer into view. Noticing the table, desolate, except for the usual setting, 2 glasses of water, not with a full course meal. Instead of turning on Athn, reaping accusations upon regarding a diner having gripes over his food, Metri says cordially, "Something wrong with the water?" He takes a sip. James says, "I drank out of that?" Cooly, Metri replies, "You don't have anything, do you?" Slowly rising up out of his chair, as if laying his eyes on a Greek god, James replies meekly, "Uh, there's nothing wrong with the water." Because his attention was being given to someone else, it looked as if William was being ignored. Good thing, because the interaction between him and Athan was that which signified a carefully laid plan coming together. William noticed, wondering if Athan did the same, Metri's eyes running up and down James' shirt, as the chef asks, "Have you placed your order, then?" "Not yet," James smiles. Whereas there was not much to be seen beyond the white chef's outfit, he focuses in on the trimmed, black beard and stache, "but we were about to," James tears his attention away, picking up the menu. "You're not gonna need it," Metri replies, taking the menu and tossing it to Athan without looking at his brother. "I'm not?" "Tell me Jim," Metri takes James under his wing, "it's alright if I call you Jim?" his hand to the back of James' shoulder, leads him away from the table. "Jim is okay, I guess," he allows himself to be led away. As soon as the coast was clear, Athan and William rejoice. Back in high school, the two were close friends. A year out, they had become more themselves, than what they had to hide when in high school. Having known William, Athan could explore things which had been tabu at home. Yet, out from under the family pursestrings and living with Metri at his brother's home, there wasn't the anxiety of having the `rents looking after his welfare, Athan living his own life as he chose. It helped his brother was gay too, with a resource to help guide his decisions. It was only fitting, Athan thought, when William came up with this `idea', paying back his brother, "Did you see the way they hit it off?" "Yeah," William replies, yet it seemed with a bit of doubt. "What's the matter? Our plan worked, didn't it?" Athan replies, placing a hand on William's shoulder. If they weren't in a public place, he would have used different means of expression! Cutting right to his emotional hold back, William says, "I was really getting to like James." Coming right back at William, "But you said yourself he was too old for you? Besides... what about me?" Snapping out of it, William replies, "Yeah, I guess you're right. I should stick with guys my own age," mocking Tino's 1 year age difference, "or almost!" "Hey," Athan's hand travels the width of William's shoulder, "remember, we having an overlapping here. There'll be 3 months out of the year when we'll both be 19!" It was like the 2 connecting for the first time, at which about this time last year, they made promises to each other about the future, William theorizing, "But will it last?" Snidely put, Athan lowers the volume of his voice, "If were someplace else and not here, I'd show you!" "Yeah," William connects with a smile. "Although..." "What?" Athan replies. It was William's turn to speak softly, "I think maybe," he stuttered, not sure of what Athan would think of this proposition... "Hurry up. I've got customers," Athan says, not adhering to the catcalls for `waiter'. He wasn't sure how to put it, William rendering, "I think I might like to go farther than we've gone before?" The customer was badgering, forcing Athan into quick decision, "Yeah, okay... I gotta go!" Standing there by the table, William still had a little melancholy over James' disappearance. One thing he got out of this whole experience is, making sure he knew where he stood before venturing out into something else. As much as he liked James, he didn't want his `childhood' robbed out from underneath him. Good thing he had a friend like Athan to talk to. Better yet, a friend who had a single brother and right about James' age. Whether things worked out between James and Metri, or not, William had already decided to be man about it and offer up an apology. Now, if he had to live it all over again he would not choose it as the right thing to do. However, at the time, getting involved with James, it seemed like the right thing. Strange part about the whole situation, and it made William smile about it, James `was' might tasty! For the record, it was Metri's complaint to his step-brother, not to bother him about `hot guys' being out in the restaurant, that his hands were full, trying to cook up several dishes at once. This is one time he was glad he allowed himself to give in to Athan's pressuring. % This is the final chapter. I hope you enjoyed reading the story. % Copyright 2012 T. Chase McPhee `SuPReME CouRTsHiP', may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author. The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness! TCMcP