Date: Sun, 29 Jan 2006 17:15:03 -0500 From: Phil Doe Subject: Marc and Chad This story is my version of a continuation of Danny Meyer's story, "Cool Kid Brother." I was deeply enamored by Danny's writing and I wanted to continue the story, especially the Marc/Chad/Scott part. I filled in some things that Danny didn't, like having Marc live in Georgia, etc. If I ever write something that contradicts Danny's works, please email me and I'll correct it. This story is to honor Danny. May he rest in peace. This is also my first submission at nifty.org. Be nice to me if you're going to email. Please have "MARC" in your title when sending an email so that I know that it is not spam. I look forward to hearing from you readers, good or bad. WARNING: If it is not legal or ethical for you to read erotic stories, particularly of a gay or homosexual nature, please exercise your obligations as a responsible citizen and select suitable reading material. This story contains fictional graphic depictions of actions and tendencies considered extreme by many people. This entire story is purely a fantasy, and is for entertainment purposes only--it is not a reflection of life. All readers are warned not to attempt to re-enact, or recreate any of the actions or incidents portrayed or implied in any of this story's contents or events, which are entirely fictitious. The foregoing and subsequent text applies to all chapters and portions of this story--past, present, and future. This fantasy was written for gay men and women. The orientation is gay male. Some bisexual men and women may also enjoy it, as well as some straight men and women, who are curious. If you like college age male to male sex, read on. ___________________________________________________________ ALL NAMES PLACES AND EVENTS IN THIS STORY ARE WHOLLY FICTITIOUS, AND BEAR NO CONNECTION WITH, RESEMBLANCE TO OR RELATION TO ANY REAL ENTITY. ANY SUCH SIMILARITY IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL, AND UNINTENTIONAL. ___________________________________________________________ CHAPTER 1 - Hot and Horny Marc I stared down at the last page of my test. "Find the limit as x approaches zero of sin(2x) over 3x." I knew I had studied this the night before, but right now my mind was elsewhere. Spring break starts tomorrow, and I would be spending it with my cousin Chad in Oregon. "Hmmm...," I pondered. I reached down and lifted my blue Abercrombie shirt up a bit and absentmindedly scratched at my sixpack. Then I looked up at the clock. Damnit, it's 2:55 already! I looked around and noticed that I was the only person left in the classroom. Ah, screw it. I'll find some hot tutor later to help me with this calculus. Or maybe I'll go home for a weekend and ask my parents' neighbor, Tommy, for some help. He's a senior now and is taking AP Calculus in high school. As I was getting up to turn my test in, I glanced down and noticed quite a development. I guess being reminded of Tommy brought it on. I grabbed my books and placed them in front of me to hide my boner as I made my way to the teacher's desk. "How was the test, Marc?" asked my professor. "Uh, not too bad, I guess. I hope you curve again like last time." He laughed a bit. "We'll see. Have a good break, champ." "You too, Mr. Jamison," I responded, walking out of the classroom and heading towards the parking deck. "Champ?" I thought to myself. Boy, do I miss that guy. We always called Tommy's little brother "Champ", but his real name is Robby. Why do we call him that? Well that's a different story. He had boundless energy and could captivate anyone with his charm. My wandering mind was jolted back to reality with the voice of my professor from behind. "Hey, Marc. You forgot this," said Mr. Jamison, as he handed me an envelope. "Oh crap. Thanks!" It had my plane ticket to Oregon and I would have turned my apartment upside down looking for it if I had lost it. "No problem, Marc. You look like you could definitely use the break to relax. Anyway, have a good one." "You to, Mr. Jamison! Thanks again." Mr. Jamison isn't like all the other professors in college. First of all, he's a 26 year old graduate student, so he's not old as dirt. He also played baseball in highschool but decided to devote himself to math in college. He kept himself fit, however. I would often see him jogging at the track while I was at football practice. He's also very nice. He'd always chat it up with me whenever we bumped into each other. He's got a girlfriend, though. So I just admire him from afar. He's 6'2" and about 175, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a pretty lean body. He kinda reminds me of Billy, Tommy's younger brother, but older and bulkier. Thinking about those three brothers has me achingly hard now. I got to my jeep and started driving. I tried really hard to focus on the road so as to not get into an accident and I somehow managed to do so. Twenty minutes later, I was pulling up to my apartment's parking lot. My plane departs at 8:00 PM so I had a few hours to kill. I have pretty much packed everything I needed to pack, so I was all set. Then my cell phone rang. It was Chad. "Hey buddy, what's up?" I answered. "Hey, not much. I just got out of class. Can't wait for you to get here. Listen, I invited another friend to spend a few of days with us, so I hope you don't mind..." I wanted to say that I did mind, but I thought I better not. What's a few days, anyway. We'll still have plenty of time together. "I guess not. Is he pretty cool?" "Yeah. He's alright." "But your roomie will be gone, right? He gives me the creeps." "Haha, Yeah. Steve's pretty quirky. He'll be in Seattle. Anyway, I have to go. I was just checking up on you." "Ok Chad. I'll see you tonight." "Bye." Chad is a freshman in a college in Portland. He came down to my parent's house last summer and had a whole new world opened up to him. He also met a longtime friend of mine, Scott. Scott and I used to mow neighborhood lawns together as a mini business. He's two years younger than I am and he's now a senior at Tommy's high school. Chad's not as smart as Tommy, but he made up for it with a hot body. He's on the swim team and it shows. I'm Marc Denton. I'm 6'1" 190, and I just turned 20 last week. I played end on my college's football team for my freshman year but I decided to give it up since I wasn't really getting too much playing time. Plus I wanted to use my time on different things. Football and working out has really shaped my body pretty well. I have green eyes and dark brown hair which is cropped pretty short. I'm pretty much hairless on my body, with a light dusting on my arms and legs. I also have a little on my crotch area, but I trim it regularly. Girls [and guys] don't seem to like hair in their mouths when they give blowjobs, so I keep it trimmed. So yeah. I'm bi. I thought I was straight until last summer, when those three brothers, Tommy, Billy, and Robby, opened up the world of male-to-male sex to me. I still score with the ladies, but I love having a guy suck on my eight inch cut cock. Sometimes, I'd fuck a hot fratboy in my apartment, but I rarely did bottom. I like doggy style, but it really turns me on fucking guys while they're on their backs, seeing their faces in ecstacy as I drove inch after inch of my boner into their willing holes. Sometimes I would reach down and feel up their hard bodies while I fucked them deep and hard. I even got to fuck Chad that summer for a little bit, and it felt awesome. Anyway, back to the present. Recollecting those summer moments really had me boned now. I quickly took off my blue shirt and my denim pants and laid down onto my sofa. I was now down to my wifebeater shirt and plaid boxers. My right hand was soon on top of my raging hardon, rubbing it slowly. I glanced up at my clock. 4:25. I had thirty minutes to goof off and another thirty minutes to get some dinner. With the hour and a half drive to the airport, I should get there by 7:00. I unbuttoned the slit on my boxers and kept rubbing until my cock plopped out of the slit. I then spat on my right hand and moved it back to my cock, starting a slow up-and-down motion on my hard shaft. My left hand was on my chest, rubbing my sensitive left nipple through my wifebeater. I let out a soft moan. "Ohhhh." I started imagining my friend, Scott on his knees servicing my cock. "Mmmmm Scott. Suck my cock, stud. You're so fucking hot. I wish you were really here helping me out. Ohhhh." I was now working up a nice sweat, so I took off my wifebeater exposing my hard body. I felt my body up with my left hand, but my right hand remained glued to my boner. I alternated pinching my left and right nipple, pretending it was Scott's hands that was doing the pinching. "Mmmm yeah Scott. You know I love my nipples played with. Ohhh." After about ten minutes of stroking and pretending Scott was helping me out, I felt my nuts starting to bubble up with cum. I stopped playing with my nipples and ran my hands down my sixpack then towards my balls. I massaged them for a bit then I leaned back onto the sofa and opened my legs up. I slowly shoved my middle finger up my asshole. All the while, I was furiously jerking off my cock. After my second knuckle entered my hole, I was gone. "Aahhhhhhhhh," I moaned loudly, not caring if my neighbors heard me. My first shot landed behind my neck onto the wall. The second shot landed on my hair, while the next few shots landed on my heaving chest and abs. The cum soon started dripping down and mingling with my sweat to form a gooey liquid all over my upper body. It took a few minutes to catch my breath to recover from that big orgasm. I looked up at the clock. 4:49. Good. I had time for a quick shower as long as I don't jack off. I looked down at my semi-soft cock and squeezed it a little. A drop of cum squirted out, which I grabbed by my left index finger and tasted. Not too bad, I thought to myself. I then got up from the sofa and walked towards the shower. I turned on the showerhead while I looked at myself in the mirror. I did the usual zit check and was satisfied that none were to be found. I then did a quick flex, looking at my cum coated muscles and smiling. Chad should like the ten pounds of muscle that I've added since we last saw each other. I then stepped into the shower. The warm liquid cascading over my tired body felt good. I took the soap from the stall and started caressing my body all over except for my cock. I knew I didn't have time to blow another wad if I wanted to make my flight. Yet that didn't stop me from springing another boner. After drying myself off, I decided I better put on a jock to hide my boner. I looked up at the clock in my bedroom. 5:13. I'm normally not bound by the clock, but I wanted to make sure that I didn't miss my flight. I put on another wifebeater, a red shirt and some khakis. Then since I didn't know what the airport weather at Portland would be like, I grabbed my blue jacket and headed to my jeep. The drive to Hartsfield airport really just takes about 45 minutes but I knew that there would be lots of college kids trying to catch a flight tonight plus with the usual traffic, I wanted to make sure that I got there on time. I swung by subway and got a toasted sub and gave my server a wink after paying. She smiled back and wished me a safe trip. The traffic was unbearable. I finally got to the airport at about 7:20. I checked in and loaded my baggage to the baggage area. I then went to a vending machine, fished out a couple of quarters from my pants pockets and got a newspaper. I figured I'd do the crossword or read the paper during the flight. The flight is about seven hours from Atlanta to Portland nonstop, but due to the time zones, I should be at Portland by midnight Chad's time. The flight was delayed a few minutes but at 8:13 the pilot said over the intercom that we have liftoff. I was a third of the way done with the crossword when I started feeling sleepy. So I put away the newspaper and took a nap. I woke up a few hours later. I glanced at my watch. 1:46 AM. I better put it in Chad's time zone, I guess. I adjusted it back to 10:46 Pm. We should be touching down soon, but I really had to take a piss. So I got up and walked towards the bathroom. I was rudely greeted with a red "OCCUPIED" sign on the door. Crap. Then I leaned in at the door and heard some soft moaning. After that, I heard a zipper being zipped up. Guess some people wanted to join the "Mile High Club". I decided that they'll probably be finishing up soon so I walked away from the door a little. A few minutes later, a guy in his mid 20s appeared out of the bathroom with a sly smile on his face. He was pretty hot, and I kinda envied the chick that he was just banging. Then a minute later, a blonde guy also in his 20s walked out of the bathroom with his hair all messed up. He noticed me looking at him and gave me a smile. I smiled back and nodded. I would have talked to him but I really needed to piss,so I ran to the bathroom before anyone else could claim it. Luckily, it was open. I walked in and noticed a splatter of cum on the floor. I smiled and wiped it up. I did my business, washed my hands, and returned to my seat. A few minutes later, the pilot warned us that we were now touching down and that we should buckle our safety belts. As I did so, I looked down the aisle and noticed the two guys that were just in the bathroom. They were sitting together, with the blonde guy's arms around his friend. I thought to myself, "I wish that was Scott and me." The plane landed smoothly and I was soon off the plane and claiming my bags. I then heard a deep voice from afar. "Marc?" I turned around and saw Chad. He ran up to me and gave me a huge hug. And boy it was huge. Chad wrestled in college and everything he did radiated strength. "Can't...breathe..." I hoarsely exclaimed. He let go of the embrace and held me by my arms. "Sorry, bro. It's just great to see you! College is fun and all but I miss family!" I started massaging my delts and back muscles, sore from the strong bear hug they just experienced. I gave him a sharp whack on his ass. "Hey what was that for?" "For bruising me. Now come on, help me with my bags." We retrieved my two suitcases and started heading towards Chad's truck. Since I didn't know where he parked, he was walking slightly ahead of me. My eyes wandered down towards his tight ass, which I briefly penetrated last summer. I was soon lagging really far behind and I was jolted back to the present with my cousin's deep voice. "Earth to Marc. Hello?" "Sorry, Chad. I was just thinking about something." "Hmm, must have been hot." "Huh?" "You're tenting big time, dude." I looked down. So I was. "What were you thinking about, cuz?" "Last summer at the Robisons. Those boys really get me going." So I lied. But just partly. After all, I did fuck him at the Robisons' house. "Fuck, they get me hard everytime I think of them, too." "Yeah." We soon arrived at Chad's four door truck. I threw my bags in the backseat and plopped down on the passenger's side seat. I was really tired. "Tired?" "Yeah. I hate plane rides." "You could have driven..." "Then I'd really be tired. Plus I wouldn't have gotten here until Sunday." "True. Oh yeah, sorry about me inviting another friend. I know you wanted to spend time with me this week, but I think you won't mind my friend being over." "Yeah, no biggie I guess. Plus you said he'll only be here a few days anyway." "Yeah. He's a senior in high school and he wanted to see Portland State's campus." "Yeah, that's cool," I responded, half asleep. "Go ahead and rest, cuz. I'll wake you up when we get there." "Thanks." "No problem," he responded. He then placed his hand on my thighs and lightly patted it. Soon I was zonked out. I was then awakened by a hand at my crotch. I slowly opened my eyes and saw that it was Chad's hand. "Wakey wakey, cousin. I knew this would wake you up." I smiled. "Shame my alarm clock can't do that." "Let's get inside. My friend's already here. He's probably asleep now though, so be quiet when you come inside." "Okay," I said. I got out of the jeep and stretched my tired muscles, making my shirt rise up a little, baring the bottom half of my abs. I absentmindedly scratched them again, then reached for my bags. We entered Chad's apartment and I was not prepared for what I saw in the living room. There, on the living room floor, was a blonde young stud, naked as the day he was born. He had a nice tan and looked an awful lot like... "Hi, Marc," the blonde stud said. I turned to my cousin. "Surprise!" he said. _____________________ In Danny's words: Email is the only reward a writer receives. Do I get your reward, today? Do you like it? Tell me. I don't bite. Got ideas? Send them. DARE TO GO WHERE YOU'VE NEVER GONE BEFORE AND WRITE ME. jdash999@gmail.com (Mark mail, "Reply, yes" for a reply) (If not, I'll respect, and won't reply) _______________________________________________________________ If you want more, kindly write to me at the address, below. It helps me to write a more interesting chapter if you also tell me some of your preferences. Write to Phil, at this address: jdash999@gmail.com If you want a reply, read below. If you'd like me to REPLY, mark your email, "Reply--yes," or some other clear wording requesting a response. **I don't use group mail, so my reply will be personal, to you.** If you don't get a reply, it is because you forgot to tell me you wanted one, or those 'rare' occasions when email disappears in cyberspace. Thanks. --Phil END OF CHAPTER 1