Date: Sun, 20 Sep 2009 14:11:24 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: PaTRick?S LuCKy CHarM 17 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 safetymatters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection. PaTRick'S LuCKy CHarM 17 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "It's midnight," Ke'ala informed Patrick as he held him in his arms. He was probably talking to deaf ears as he sensed Patrick's lungs slow, from the hectic pace of his first fuck, the heightened moment when he unloaded his pent up motions into Ke'ala's ass. "Patrick?" he talked to the closed eyelids, the side of Patrick's face resting on his shoulder. "Hm?" came the simple reply. Taking the blond locks from Patrick's forehead, Ke'ala furthers, "I think you did very well for your first time. Did you like it?" "Um," came the positive reaction, which made Ke'ala smile, mainly because he knew it took everything out of Patrick to reach climax, especially after going at it for roughly two hours. Then he spotted something, the chain. Reaching in between Patrick and his right pec, Ke'ala retrieved the golden disc. Happily he says, "Your lucky charm," and adding it to his, "and my lucky charm." He lined the discs of metal up, matching the faces of the tokens. "We both sure are lucky!" "Huh?" Patrick asked, his arm moving from hanging over the other side of Ke'ala to his left pec. "O-o-o-oh!" Ke'ala said when Patrick squeezed his left nip. He looks over to his right side. "Felt good, huh?" "I thought you were sleeping?" "Half sleeping, half dreaming," Patrick tells. "Did you hear what I said?" "About what?" Ke'ala shows him what he's got in his hand, "We're both very lucky." "Uh, yeah. We are." He smiled at Patrick's candid, however so unromantic reply. "I bet your Uncle Pat is wondering about you?" "You kidding? He's probably glad to get me out of the house so he and Austin can do the same thing we're doing!" Patrick could feel Ke'ala's chest `chuckling', which drew out some laughter from himself. He then gives Ke'ala's nip another small `mash'. "O-o-oh," he cries out. "You like torturing my nip, don't you?" Patrick slips his hand down. "Not according to this!" He gives Ke'ala a few strokes. "Hmm," Ke'ala assesses. As quick as he tantalized Ke'ala's cock, he stopped. "Aren't you tired?" "I am, but while you were off somewhere dreaming, I thought I would admire your handsome self!" "That's sweet Ke'ala. Hey, do you think we will still be this serious about each other at the end of the summer?" Patrick asks with seriousness. "I would like it to be this way. You?" "Know what I was thinking?" "What?" As their metals clinked, the two lay there side by side, Patrick unveiling, "Y'know, I figured when I met a guy I would be dating him for months and months before I even felt serious about him?" Ke'ala lay there with a smile on his face. "What?" Patrick questioned the response. "Serious, you said? What do you mean by serious?" And at the same time he said is, Ke'ala's hands are working over Patrick's bod with a light massage. He hadn't thought much about using the `love' word, so for now Patrick called it, "I really care about you a lot Ke'ala, but I'm not putting the pressure on you to be the same way back." This time the smile turned into puckered lips, Ke'ala leaning forwards and planting them on Patrick's face. What could Patrick do, but `answer back', his lips caressing, tongue fighting to get inside Ke'ala's mouth. Like a war, the two fought each other inside mouths, til Ke'ala got the upper hand, pressuring Patick against the bed. Unlike their first time in the sheets, Ke'ala didn't hesitate, doing what he wanted. Pinning Patrick to the mattress with his bod, he kissed him down the neck, kissed his chest, then proceeded to lick all the way down to his teen treasure trail. "O-o-o-oh yeah!" Patrick replies with new interest as his cock is toyed with Ke'ala's tongue. It didn't last though. As Ke'ala got into it, Patrick became more and more relaxed until he slipped away into dreamland. % As for his good friend Jason, getting on one in the morning, he slipped out of bed, leaving behind Brett and Karl. Sleeping soundly, he tried not waking them and succeeded as he grabbed his clothes. Out in the hallway he dressed. "Hell with it!" he whispers to himself, not finding his briefs among the wadded up goods. Also, his socks were missing, but he figured the two items were non-essentials. "Late night?" Came a voice from the glassed in security booth, as he passed through the lobby. "Uh yeah," Jason replies, still fastening his belt. "Got some place to go?" `What else could this be, but a lead -in,' Jason thought to himself. "I didn't see you here on the way in?" He threw his own pickup line to the security guard. Hanging at the doorway, the guard says, "Why don't you come in and take a look around?" "Sure," Jason replies. In his mind he was hoping this was leading somewhere. He didn't mind being with Brett and Karl tonight, because they treated him real well, but Jason's real love of sex lay in older men. "The name's Carr, John Carr." He kind of got the feeling Jason was `interested', being as he came in, closing the door behind him. Jason said nothing when John tilted the blind close. "Nice place you got here," Jason said, looking around. Finally his circular eye-tour brought him back to facing the thirty-three year old guard, sitting there in his swivel chair. "Thanks. Almost all the comforts of home!" Jason knew John was getting to something. "Except..." John left his statement a cliffhanger. "Except what?" Jason plays along. >From the moment he entered, the two were on target with their thoughts, both knowing where this was going to lead. So, John didn't feel at all nervy, reaching forwards and begin fidgeting with Jason's belt. He said nothing, allowing John to slip the belt from his pants loops. A stare ensued, John wrapping the belt up in a coil, placing it on his desk. "Gets mighty lonely here at night." Again, Jason stood there, hands on his torso, thumbs tucked in. He moved them when John opened his fly and began to take his pants down. "Hmm... nice of you to come prepared," John said of the briefless pubes. He let them fall to Jason's ankles. Reaching forwards, John took Jason's teen balls in his hand and used them as a fulcrum to leaning forwards and wrapping his lips around Jason's cock. It was hot. Very hot, Jason thought as John sucked on his by now hard shaft. And with the hand massage, rolling his balls around in their sacs, he was getting mightily aroused. So much, he felt the need to either strip his tee shirt off or sweat it up. Getting the hint, John stood and began unbuttoning his uniform. In no time it was off and Jason was looking at the light veil of blondish hair covering John's pecs. And while he did some stripping, Jason made himself comfortable, sitting up on the edge of the desk. When John finished taking it all off, except his socks, he bowled Jason over onto his back. Semi-muscular, John climbed up on the desk, straddling Jason. Enough of an advantage reached, so he could cave in halfway and begin licking Jason's chest. He zeroed in on each pec. In turn, Jason worked John's pecs, grabbing hold of his nips and lightly massaging them. He knew John liked it immensely. "Harder!" `No problem!' Jason thought, his hands giving John an answer, squeezing and pulverizing at the same time. "Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" John said as he now focused on what was being done to himself, slightly swiping his tongue over Jason's chest. When Jason stopped, John whined, but he didn't mind so much as Jason pressed on his shoulders, a sign to tell him to get busy tongue-massaging his cock! He had Jason more aroused than being upstairs with Brett and Karl. One-on-one seemed so much more relaxed to Jason. He stroked himself while John busied rimming him. "O-o-oh yeah! Deeper John!" Following through, John did go deeper, but it was necessary to put Jason into a more jack-knifed position, which made it so he could not massage his cock so vividly. "I'm getting close," Jason announced after tens of minutes of this oral workover. He also asks, "You want it down the throat or up the ass?" "Get up!" John exclaimed. As soon as Jason got off the desk, John folded his bod over it. Close was close and almost after Jason entered, pummeled John's ass a bit, he came. Thanking him, John asked when he would be back to visit his dorm friends. Jason didn't have an answer for him. As he walked back to his car, Jason thought about it. In one night he had fucked two college dudes, sent his cum down one of their throats, then fucked John over. What bugged him is it wasn't anything special. It was all good, but it wasn't `special'. "Yeah, special," Jason said to himself as he stood there on the curb, reflecting on the night of sex. He was about to step off the curb when a motorcycle came by. He yelled at the guy as he sped past, "You fuckin' idiot! You almost fuckin' killed me!" Then he gulped when the evil looking biker stopped, looked back and then continued on his way. "Whew!" Jason replied. He walked the lot, across one aisle of parked cars, then a second. Across from him was his car. He put the key in. He heard a sound of a motorcycle. "Oh no! It can't be!" He rushed to open the door and literally jumped inside, laying flat on the seat, hoping the dude didn't see him. He waited. Nothing or nobody was making a sound around him. Still, he gave it a few more minutes. Suddenly he heard a tapping on his window. Muffled, he heard, "Hey! You okay in there?" The sound of the key on the driver's side window was louder than the voice, but still Jason lay comatose. Thinking the dude was not giving up, he gave up his lying down and sat up. He cracked the window down a fraction of an inch. "What do you want?" "I just wanted to make sure I didn't hit you or anything back there. You okay?" It was dark and Jason couldn't see much, but a figure. He still wasn't sure even though the dude was showing concern and his voice seemed that of a nice person, not an evil motorcycle dude who was out to knife somebody in the early morning hours, after getting cursed at. He unrolled the window some more. "I'm fine. Okay?" "Yes. I was concerned whether I hit you or not," the guy replies. He could tell it wasn't any of the young frats around here. Not like Brett, nor Karl. He figured once the guy found out he was okay it would be it. But it wasn't! "What are you doing going out so late?" Right away Jason figures the dude thinks he's a dorm resident. "Oh, I don't live here. I'm like leaving. I just came to visit my friends and now I'm leaving." `That would get rid of him', Jason thought, though he kind of liked what he saw, the light beard covering a face he could not distinguish the features of. Nice masculine voice, so Jason thought, as the dude continues, "Oh, so I guess you're going home?" It was obvious this dude wasn't all into finding out about his welfare. Then again, Jason kind of felt something more too. So he gambled, "Not unless you've got a different place to go?" In no time Jason's car window was up, he was outside the vehicle, walking to the stranger's motorcycle. He's taken risks before and if he had sensed something not okay with this, he would have not risked it. But he felt good about it, especially when he sat behind the motorcycle dude, put his arms around the dude's middle and hung on while they zipped away from the college grounds. He wondered if the guy always carried an extra helmet in the case of picking up a stray cat! % Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee This story 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.....