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.
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GeTTiNG ReaDY FoR CoLLeGe 01 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Tony, do you think I should take my Abercrombie sweatshirt or my team tennis jacket?"
"Neither," Tony replies, swiping the two from his brother's hands and stuffing them back into the draw."
"Heeeeey! You're going to get them all wrinkled, Tony!"
Like day and night the two brothers were total opposites. Ferran Gennaro was habitually orderly and clean, a nitpicker when it came to things like folding clothes before putting them away in drawers.
"You're such a woos Ferran!" Tony says after stuffing the two articles of clothing in the drawer and closing it.
Ferran opens the draw, pulls them out, proceeding to fold them. "You mess everything else up by just stuffing them in there!"
Looking down into Ferran's suitcase, Tony begins pulling things out, "You don't need this... nor this... not this... this..."
"Tony! What do you expect me to wear!" Ferran fights his twenty year old brother's will.
Then holding up a pair of light green shorts, "What the hell is this?"
"My swim trunks," Ferran replies, snatching them away before they get tossed away too.
"You kidding? You're going to embarrass the hell outta me Ferran?" And as Tony walks over to his own bureau, opens a draw, pushes stuff around and removes, "Here, toss this in there."
Catching it midchest, Ferran says, "I've got some board shorts, if you don't like my...."
"Boardshorts, boardschmorts... Get with it Ferran. You're going to be hangin' with the college crowd. How you ever gonna pick up some chicks unless you flaunt some skin?"
It troubled Ferran greatly. Unlike Tony he wasn't looking forward to picking up chicks. But since he's been keeping his secret most of his life he thought maybe when they got to Aruba he could stay away from `the chicks' and checkout the boys, long distance. On the other hand, since he turned eighteen recently, he had it on his mind to come clean to at least one person, the guy he's shared a room with for most of his life, that is until Tony up and left for college.
"Um Tony, I think we should have a talk."
"You're right."
"I am?"
"Yeah. Here. Toss the speedos back to me."
The one's thrown to him, packed in all of two inches space in his suitcase, Ferran removes and tosses them over to Tony.
"Watch closely bro. I'm going to give you some pointers."
Ferran watched alright... intently, as Tony first stripped off his tee shirt, revealing his dark brown, hairy chest, a trail shooting down between his taut abs. With the speedos hanging off Tony's thumb, he pushed down his gym shorts.
"You aren't wearing any briefs?" Ferran questioned.
"Nah. Not most of the time. Anyway, take note."
Ferran was taking note alright, to the size of his brother's cock as it hung down, resting on his two balls, nestled in the hay of his hairy pubes. He wanted to mention how two years away at college seemed like a short time comparing Tony's bigger jewel case to when he shared their room, Tony still in high school. But it was only for a second before Tony enveloped them in the slingshot speedo.
"There.... Now you just make some adjustments and..."
He watched as Tony manhandled his manhood, fixing his balls so they didn't peek out of the legs of the speedo. It became all too obvious as Tony forced his meat into the small capacity of the canopy.
"There... Now that's what babes'll be lookin' for... oh shoot!"
"What's the matter?" Ferran questioned.
"Nothing," Tony said, "other than it looks like it's time to trim the pubes again."
"Trim your pubes? What for?"
With another thing on his mind, Tony replies, "Enhances the treasure trail."
"Why would you want to do that Tony?"
"Treasure trail? Get it? The hairy trail which leads to the buried treasure?"
"I `know' what a treasure trail is!" It's not like, since fifteen he's slowly checked out his peers at school, a few strands of hair turning into a beeline from navel to nuts.
And then sticking his hand back into his speedo, Tony reports, "Yep! Time to shave the balls again too!"
Ferran wasn't going there. Besides, he liked his own balls hairy. They felt kind of cool and he wasn't going to change anything which he liked the way it was. He watched Tony as he paced to jon adjoining their bedroom.
"Here!" Tony said, stepping out of the speedo and throwing it back to Ferran.
Holding it, he made sure Tony wasn't looking and held it up to his nostrils. But it smelled like laundry soap and he felt a little disappointed it rather didn't have any man-scent attached! He didn't know if Tony meant for him to pocket them in his suitcase or try them on. He figured he better know how to properly fit them before he got to Aruba. Another fluke, even though it seemed Tony had amasses a larger-looking pubic area, gauging by looks only, he knew he was bigger.
"Hey Ferran, get your ass in here!"
Oh shit!' Ferran thought. Did I leave my last issue of DNA magazine in the jon?' "Um, what?" he said after gulping, his eyes darting all over the place, seeking something he meant to keep hidden.
"Drop your pants."
"What?" Ferran asked, rather startled.
"Just drop the pants? I don't want to get embarrassed because your pubic hair is all overgrown and hanging out of your speedo like the hanging gardens of Eden!"
He thought probably Tony would be referencing it to Adam and Eve', whereas he had rented online Adam and Steve' and Tony's comment jogged his memory, making him draw the correlation.
"And oh, you might as well take the shirt off too?"
"What for?"
"Just do it bro? I might as well check out your treasure trail... you want to hook up with some babes, don't you?"
"Um, sure Tony," Ferran lied. No sooner had he lifted his shirt off, than Tony was touching the strip of hair under his navel. He backed off.
"I only touched your treasure trail bro! Damn, you act as if I'm doing something gay to you!"
It wasn't exactly what Ferran thought, but that single little touch did set off something vibrating between his legs.
"Actually bro? If you want my opinion..."
Like Ferran thought, `Who's going to stop him?'
"You've got a nice trail growing there. I wouldn't touch it and... I think your pubes are okay..." But turning to his own bod in the mirror, looking down into the reflection, Tony assesses, "as for me, it looks like I need a total overhaul."
At least Ferran knew he was off the hook.
"In fact, if you don't mind bro, would you want to trim my pubes and shave my balls for me?"
"Trim your pubes? Shave your balls? Gee, I don't know Tony. I`d feel funny touching you if you know what I mean?"
"It's no big deal. One of the guys in the dorm does it for me. In fact he's got a real business going."
As Ferran panics, he sort of listens to Tony rattle off the going price for...
"He charges fifteen bucks for a pube-trim, unless you`ve got thick pubes, then it could be twenty, twenty-five bucks. Balls shaved, depends."
All new to Ferran he can't say he wasn't feeling some erotic-ness in Tony's explanation, "On what?" he asked about the 'depends'.
"On the size of the balls. Damn, some of these college jocks are really equipped!"
While Tony was away at college, Ferean did find some of Tony's old tennis balls in the closet and compared his own balls to one. He knew exactly what Tony was referring too, but played dumb, "Really?"
"Yeah and the bigger they are, the more they pay!"
"I think I'd be afraid of cutting a guy," Ferran voiced his opinion, speaking on behalf of the hair trimmer at Tony's college and himself. Also, he sought trying to dissuade Tony from having him do his balls.
"Nah. You gotta know how to go about it that's all. Y'see," Tony said, holding up his own cock, taking his balls in his other hand, circling his thumb and index finger around the skin between his balls and cock, making a cinch, "You gotta make sure your balls are like bulging out of your sacs."
Ferran notes, "Wow! They look so much bigger than when they are hanging... like free."
"Yeah," Tony brushes it off, getting back on target, "but like Dejan says..."
"Who?"
"Dejan... Dejan Moldovo... the guy who does the hair trimming and shaving?"
"Oh," Ferran replied, understanding.
"Dejan says in order to shave a guy's balls the skin has to be taut. So he takes a guy's balls in his hand, forces the balls to take up room in the sacs, lathers them up and shaves them. Believe me bro, he's a pro at it."
"He doesn't use an electric shaver?"
"You kidding bro? Only a double-edged razor cleans a guy's balls as smooth as a baby's ass!"
It seemed comical to him, the way Tony was explaining it and he giggled. Yet, Tony standing there with his own hand collecting his balls up tightly in his sacs did have a `moving' effect on Ferran's pubic region. And in order to disguise what he was feeling, he followed through with Tony's demonstration and collected up his own balls. "Yeah, they do seem bigger."
"Man, I think you got me beat, bro! I bet you must produce a lake of manseed when you cum, huh?"
"I guess," Ferran replied, not really sure. He never really thought about it. When he had to come, he came!
"You and me... we should have a contest sometime."
"Contest? What do you mean a contest, Tony?"
"Like we do in the dorm. Us guys form a line. We all start firming up our cocks, stoke'm up till we're as hard as rocks and then shoot our loads. Then one of the guys gets out a retractable ruler... you know, the metal ones a carpenter uses?"
"I know the kind."
"Whatever. So he measures from the line we've been standing on to where the farthest puddle of cum is and see who shoots their load the longest distance."
Ferran was curious, "And what does the winner get?"
"Oh! That's what I forgot to say. We all put in ten bucks before we start stroking up our meat. Depends on how many guys are around to compete."
"Like how many are the most?"
"Well one time one of the guys had a coupla friends in and so they joined in on the challenge.. And damn it! One of them carried off the pot of loot!"
"How far did he shoot his load?"
Tony was already hard, but instead of answering his brother, he says, "Looks like you're getting off on what I'm saying, huh bro?"
Ferran began to turn red, but then back to his European tan when Tony mentions, "Nothing to be ashamed about bro. It doesn't only happen to homos. Us straight guys get hardons thinking about stuff like this too."
"You do? I mean we do," Ferran replies, now wondering if he`s implicated himself.
"Hey, how about I run down to the basement and get dad's retractable ruler and we can have ourselves a contest right now?"
"I... I guess we could." And as Tony begins to leave, he asks, "Aren't you going to put some pants on Tony?"
"Nah. You'll learn bro. Half the time we're all running around the dorm naked as a bunch of homos at a beer party!"
Ferran laughed, but it was faked and when Tony was out of sigh he had mixed reactions about who he is and the way Tony made light of his homophobicity. Really, his secret often made him do things he regretted later, laughing at something somebody would say against being gay. As he got to thinking about college, slowly he got involved in at least reading about `the issues'. He was hoping when he got to college he would meet some gay guys and through them gently come out. Suddenly Ferran was knocked out of his thinking when the doorbell rings. Right away he thinks he should put some shorts on and go for it.
Before even the attempt, he hears Tony answering his thoughts, "I've got it!" he yells.
Ferran leans out the doorway and listens as best he can down the stairway, not picking up much of the conversation. It comes to him probably, `Tony grabbed a pair of gym shorts out of the laundry room. That's it!'
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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