Date: Fri, 9 Oct 2009 16:45:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: GeTTiNG ReaDY FoR CoLLeGe 11

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, countries, nor governmental areas, which the story is
staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends 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. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use
protection.

%

GeTTiNG ReaDY FoR CoLLeGe 11
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"I've got to talk to you Rico," Gianni caught him as his brother and friend
came to down from upstairs, with pizza on their minds.

"Oh and I've got a favor to ask you bro?" Rico returned, leaving them in a
stalemate of sorts.

As Andres stepped from the counter, he advanced to the table Ferran
chose. "Pizza?"

"Would you mind if I had something like lasagna for a change?"

Andres replies to Ferran, "I see you're breaking out of the high school
scene and getting ready for college?"

"How so?" Ferran inquires.

"Happens to everybody. In high school it's soda and pizza, then when you
hit college it's branching out. You go out to dinner and instead of a cheap
pizza joint, you're hitting a fancy restaurant with your date and instead
of spending eight bucks, you're dishing out forty for some fancy French
cuisine."

"French?" Ferran asks. "I don't think I even know any French dishes, except
French fries!"

He knew French fries weren't `French', but Andres let it sail over his
head. Instead he took to educating Ferran, "Well, for an appetizer you
might wish to order `escargot'."

Inquisitive, Ferran is wondering how it's going with Rico, about his idea
of using the beach house, but also his interest is spiked over the French
cuisine bit. "What's S cargo?"

"Snails."

"What?" Ferran asks, not getting the connection until he thinks of
gardening, then his mentality takes a dive, putting his finger down his
throat, as a gesture and making like he's barfing. And even after Andres
explains the prepartion, Ferran is leery. "Um no thanks. I think I'll stick
with Italian cuisine.

It was the perfect time for Rico to head over to the table. Andres rose up
out the chair. He remarks, "I don't think we have any lasagna on hand, but
how about veal parmgiana?"

"Awesome!" Rico responds, adding, "I'll have the same." Sitting, he says,
"Gianni makes the best veal parmigiana, with a twist of Greek in it."

"Really?" Ferran says. "Like how would the Greek part go?"

"He throws in handfuls of kalamata olives." And nonstop, "But Gianni... he
was all for us using the beach house."

"Cool!" Ferran replies. "How long?"

"For spring break and if we want to use it any other time we can too."

"Cool!"

There wasn't something Rico didn't bring up, so lay it on Ferran, "Gianni
also said, if Tony wants to, him and his friends could use it too."

"Cool! Oh man would Tony be so thankful to him. Really?" Ferran said with
such excitement. And not waiting for Rico's response, he whips out his cell
phone, "Cool! I'll call Tony right now!"

Rico felt like a hero, but in a way a downer made his attitude sink. He was
hoping there would be a slim chance Tony and his friends would `not' want
to use the Surf City beach house. How nice it would be if it were only
himself and Ferran living there for ten days, almost like a gay couple. He
was almost relieved when Ferran got off the phone, with hope Tony would
turn him down.

"What'd he say?"

"He said he'll ask the guys and get back to me. Like when does Gianni need
to know?"

"Soon," Rico left it, because it was not a question which came up in their
conversation over at the counter.

In his excitement, Ferran ecstatically says, "This is going to be so
cool. At least if Tony declines, it will be you and me Rico. We'll be
living at the beach house like we were some kind of a couple. Cool, huh?"

"Yep," Rico responded.

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On his cell almost immediately, Tony began calling his buddies. All were
receptive to the idea, though all of them hoped there would be a flock of
Jersey girls to hang with. Last on his list, Tony's thumb hovered over the
number which would auto-dial his Greek friend. He very well could not leave
Achilles out of plans which including the other guys. Then again he thought
this whole trust business to be a stupid thing to waste their friendship
over. He speed-dialed him, was ready to speak, but instead of a voice, he
got voicemail! He left his message.

Little did Tony know, Achilles could have answered his cell phone, being
right there in the same room, where it resided on his dresser, but he was
too busy entertaining a guy he met on the internet a half hour ago. He
figured this wouldn't take long, the dude's legs up on his shoulder and
pumping away.

As for Tony, he lay back in his easy chair in front of the computer, hands
parked behind his head, grinning, thinking out loud, "Tony ole boy, you
just saved yourself a trip to the bank!" Bringing his arms down, he was
still lost in the lust of regaining lost friendships. Little did he realize
it, but his hands skimmed over the front of his tee shirt, down to belt
level, up again and then when reaching his nicely formed pecs, hovered
there, his thumbs merrily toying with his nips. He realizes it when his
thumbs turn soft circles into hard nubs. "Oh shit! I'm playing with
myself!" He did it to himself, taking away the feeling which gave him
immense pleasure. Then as if it would not cause him the embarrassment, he
hid his hands under his tee shirt and began to feel up not only his
sensitive pecs, but the palms of his hands touching base with hairy
pecs. "Oh-h-h-h," he sighed, closing his eyes. And somewhere in between the
pleasure he was
 feeling, one hand fell out of his tee shirt and dropped to his
crotch. Soon Tony's hand dug in under the belt-line and he had himself a
full blown orgasm going on, stroking and thumb-finger tugging. Almost
`there', his cellphone chimed away, playing some upbeat
ringtone. "Oh-h-h-h," again he voiced his opinion of how he felt at this
very moment, but it wasn't pleasure, rather the mental pain, having to give
up on his quest to satisfy his sexual hunger.

On the other end of the call, Achilles was apologizing about upset over
almost nothing. After Tony said virtually the same thing, Achilles asks,
"So what are you up to right now?"

"Um, right now? Like this very minute?" Tony asks as his free hand is
feeling up the `teased' pec. How could Tony refuse hs resurrected
friendship with Achilles, shooting him down on his idea of coming over and
hanging out? "Sure. Fine," Tony said. As soon as he clicked his cell in
half his eyes shot down towards the seat of his chair. "Go down... go
down..." he `talked' to his tented briefs. He knew he only had minutes,
being Achilles lived around the corner, then two long blocks and a
left. Jumping on the bed he took his gym shorts down to his lower thighs
and began stroking. But it wasn't doing it for him, without a reason other
than haste to make waste. "Shit!" he said, pulling his tee shirt up to
under his chin. His head on the pillow gave audience to him tweaking both
nips and like before, one hand swept down his abs-trail and began
stroking. As the bell rang, his cock erupted in ropes of cum shooting
out. "Shit!" he
 said, awakening his eyes. He felt it, but had to view it, feel it, his
cum-shots hitting him midchest. So enthralled, Tony forgot about the door
momentarily.

"Tone?"

"Um... like hi Takos," Tony answered.

"The door was open, so I... Hey, what are you doing there?"

"Here?" Tony replied, his fingers still loaded down with goo from the
puddle, mid-chest.

Achilles smiled.

"What?"

"Been playing with yourself Tone?"

Taking it on the offensive, Tony replies, "What's that supposed to mean
Takos?"

"Don't get in a huff Tone. Lots of guys like having their sensitive nips
tugged."

Tony turned almost as red as his nip, the one which got all the
pleasureable tweaking. "Oh that," is all he said of his means to heighten
his masturbation technique.

Surprised to say the least, Achilles lifts the tail of his tee and parks it
behind his neck. "You're not the only one Tone. My nips? Man are they
sensitive."

He should have been protesting, the `gay' act Achilles was performing for
him just now, both hands busy singling out the pink nips from the rug of
black fur, toying with them.

"They got hard didn't they?"

"Um, yeah," Tony replies. "I guess so."

"If I keep massaging my nubs, hands down it will start to make my cock
somewhat `rigid'. Did the same thing happen to you Tone?"

Tony wasn't thinking it, as a gay thing, Achilles standing there at the
foot of the bed, giving one pec a hand massage as the other hand trailing
down his stomach.

"I've got a sensitive navel too," he stopped along the way to poke himself
in the bellyhole, moving his finger around in a circle as it pushed in up
to almost the second knuckle, responding, "Oh-h-h that feels so awesome!"

"I never saw a guy playing with his bellybutton," Tony said. Even though he
had just come, his cock-juice staining his pubes, stomach and chest, he
began to get some light palpitations.

"It's like the circle jerks?"

"What about them, Takos?"

"None of us," he spoke of the other college dudes on their page, "would
have known how erotic it could be until we tried it. Wouldn't you say
Tony?" He moved around to the side of the bed.

Eyes glued to Achilles, either his bod-play or face, paying attention to
what he was saying, Tony's hand slowly started down the path Achilles had
taken. "Erotic Takos? I wouldn't as much go to that extreme. It's not like
we did a gay thing."

"I'm not saying it was gay," even thought Achilles was headed in the same
direction as such. It also occured to him, upon the mention of `a gay
thing', did Tony remember what he said as he lit out from his room a couple
of hours earlier, his remark about him being gay? He decided to go about
finding out, "You know Tone, it feels like a million times more stimulating
if some other guy's hands are playing with a guy's bod as he strokes
himself?"

"Well you can forget it Takos. I'm not doing anything gay with you." And
then Achille's reason for toying with Tony's mind, Tony responds, "If you
want to be gay that's your business, but don't even suggest we do anything
`gay' together."

Dropping his hands, Achilles was more or less voicing an opinion, stop
doing a `gay thing' and also as part of his frustration. "There you go
again Tone."

"What?" Tony asks, pulling his briefs up over his wet pubes and grabbing a
tissue to dry his chest hair.

"You Tone. You're so fuckin' close-minded."

"I'm not close-minded Takos. I'm just not gay," Tony replied as he got up
out of bed and grabbed his tee shirt.

Achilles stood there, tee still tucked behind his neck. The thing about the
whole situation is Achilles could have walked, but one thing held him back,
he really liked Tony. Instead of words, he reacted.

Tony faced his computer desk, laying his tee on the top of his swivel
chair, readying to feed his arms into it. As he did, he lifted it up over
his head to put his head through the collar.

Advancing rapidly, Achilles, who is a few inches taller than Tony, more
muscular too, reaches around, grabs the tee shirt, pulls it up and over
Tony's head. Rather than leave it parked behind Tony's neck, like his own,
Achilles pulls it down behind his back, locking his arms in bondage.

"Takos? What the fuck are you doing?"

"Proving something to you, since you're so fuckin' close-minded."

Whipping Tony's bod around, he perfectly `sat' on the end of the
bed. Adrenaline rushing, it was a cinch of a deed to lift Tony right up and
toss him down on the bed.

"I'm gonna fuckin' beat the shit out of you Takos, if you don't let me up
right now!"

But he didn't. Instead, Achilles inched his way up the bed, walking on his
knees, corralling Tony's legs between, risking getting kneed in the
balls. But even though Tony squirmed around quite a bit, he guessed he was
too much surprised to think of it.

"I swear Takos. I'm gonna like fuckin' beat the living daylights out of you
if you don't..."  For the rest of his statement of threat, Tony muffled it
out, being gagged by Achille's hand over his mouth.

Then, as Tony lay there in the bondage of Achilles' legs and muzzled hand,
he did what he intended, showed Tony how much more pleasurable it could be,
a guy toying with his nips (and other parts of the bod?) Not part of his
initial plan, using hands, he crooked his neck, leaned down and ran his
tongue over Tony's left pec. Instead of vibrations felt on his hand, trying
to project anger out loud, Achilles felt a calm `Ooh-h-h', on his
palm. Though Tony still tried to thrash about, he took it further, reaching
down and cupping his lips over Tony's pec, his tongue digging into his nip,
inverting the tip, pressing it into Tony's chest. Giving him a double
whammy. Achilles knew he could alleviate keeping Tony from negatively
shouting out and slowly let his fingertips drag over Tony's lips. Too,
instead of Tony trying to move his torso, try to free himself, it had been
replaced with Tony him to arch his back. However, Achilles' weight on him
 kept him from reaching the fruits of his efforts.

"Oh-h-h-h... oh... oh-h-h shit Takos!" Bellowed out from Tony's lips.

Venturing further, Achilles let his tongue wander, lapping at Tony's
scruffy chest fur, while his other hand teased Tony's other nip. "See Tony?
You tried something new and now you're liking it."

"Just shut the fuck up and keep doing what you're doing Takos!"

As he went back to his sweet labors, Achilles' quaint smile turned even
wider when his own pubes picked up quite a stirring below the belt!

%

"Hey, this stuff is good!" Ferran said, jabbing the air with his fork, its
directions towards the plate of food he was stuffing his face with.

"I told you Gianni makes the best, didn't I?"

Skipping over the subject of food, Ferran asks, "What did Gianni say about
missing a few days of school for spring break?"

"He's okay with it as long as I keep my grades up. What about your
parents?"

"They left Tony in charge. Besides, I'm eighteen and a legal adult. I can
make my own decisions."

"Now I don't quite get it, why your parents don't give a damn about what
you and Tony do?" Rico asks.

"It's not they don't care Rico." Then Ferran reasoned, "Well they care and
don't care. They care as much as they want us to stay out of trouble, but
about being around for important times in our lives... I don't think about
it."

"They're not going to be here for graduation?"

"Probably this will be one exception. They made a special trip home from
Africa for Tony's graduation. But right afterwards," Ferran's hands slapped
together, one making like a jet, "they were back on a plane back to Kenya
or wherever it is my father's business took them."

"So it's not like they are going on vacation? Your father has to travel for
his business?"

"Yeah well, that part is true, but `mother'," Ferran made a strong
reference, with indifferent intent, "she's the one who coerces my father
into taking extra time to travel. As she put it one time," he looks into
thin air, recalling, "when Tony and me asked why she couldn't stay home,
she puts on these airs and says, `I am a woman of the world'. Man. What a
copout."

Rico was getting some bad vibes here about the Gennaro children and their
parents. "Like don't they like, `like' you?"

Wanting it over and done with, moving on, Ferran explained, "Here's the
deal; she was behaving like a mother to Tony and me until my dad's business
suddenly took off. When their bank account hit the one million mark, she
began to change. Suddenly we had enough loot to hire a nanny for Tony and
me and then she took up shopping as a hobby. You know about `keeping up
with the Joneses'?"

"I think I get the picture," Rico responds.

"And soon my father's business trips around the world became vacations for
her."

"What about the nanny? Was she like okay or?"

Ferran smiled.

"Did I miss something?"

"Mother left the chore of finding a nanny up to our father and one day,"
Ferran picks a lighter tone, "the agency called and said they had a college
student, a psychology major, wanting to apply for the job."

"And how did she work out?"

Ferran giggled, "My father thought it would be good to have a man's
influence. So he hired Ryan to be our nanny."

"How cool is that?" Rico puts it.

"I know. And Ryan pretty much stayed with us for his whole college
experience. Of course my father threw in tuition, which carried Ryan
through grad school and then helped him set up his business. Yeah, dad was
okay with treating Ryan nice."

Rico read into this and probed, "Like how do you mean that... your father
and Ryan... they like `clicked'?"

"Rico, my father is not like into guys, okay?" Even though after saying it,
Ferran had his doubts. "At least I don't think he was. I mean Ryan... he
was like twenty and my father... I don't know, but he was a lot older."

"And that makes a difference?" Rico pursued.

Ferran was getting tired of the subject, so alluded to, "He isn't gay or
bi, okay. I just know. Take my word for it Rico."

"Case closed. How about a movie?"

"Sure. What's playing?"

"I dunno. Whatever gay movie they have in stock at the store."

"Oh," Ferran replied, original thought on maybe they were going to a
theater.

"Or we can go clubbing?" Rico suggests.

"Not on a school night!" Gianni said, his waist at the table, the boys
looking up.

"No problem," Rico redirected his idea. "We're going to rent a dvd."

Joking with them, Gianni complains about them leaving their table for them
to clean up. From behind the counter Andres appears and offers to help
Gianni, giving his a soft whack on the fanny!

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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee

This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior
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