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GeTTiNG ReaDY FoR CoLLeGe 12 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Every other guy Achilles met with, from the time he discovered the special thing about himself, he's always assumed the leading role, top. However, as the college school years drifted by, his wanting to come out to Tony, and not doing so, became sheer torture. Too, seeing Tony with a homophobic attitude, made him think he would never be able to set the truth free.
"Still feeling good Tone?"
"Oh yeah," Tony said in a soft, sensuous reply.
Painting Tony's abs-trail with his tongue, Achilles' hands still mesmerized Tony with some gentle nip playing. If Tony was paying some attention, he would have seen Achilles taking some potshot stares at him now and then, Achilles finding it quite erotic hearing and seeing Tony under the spell of his oral workout. All along, as he slowed his descent, he felt Tony first poking him in the pubes, then stomach, then resistance when it came to his chest. Right now, Achilles felt Tony's hard shaft alongside his throat and he dipped his tongue into Tony's sweet, pungent bellyhole.
"Oh man Takos!" Tony commented on the feeling, a wet, pointed object reeking pleasureable torture, darting deeply into his navel. By this time, all was past regarding their struggle. Even though Tony wasn't admitting anything in regards to the sexuality issue, he sure was enjoying the oral workout and his sweet rendering gave Achilles rigid hold on Tony's bod a break, allowing Tony's arms to be freed from the entangledment of his own tee shirt.
It added to Achilles' own erotic emotions, seeing Tony willfully accepting his delectable tongue-torture, hands parked behind his head, flaunting those hot, hairy, Italian armpits. It was very strange, though he didn't belabor the idea, him falling victim to bottoming for Tony. And even more bizarre, even though Achilles was salivating quite a bit, he hungered to feast on Tony's underarms.
"What're you doing Takos?"
He accepted the smile as Achilles doggie-walked his way up Tony's bod.
Tony noticed, "Oh man are you hard, Takos!"
"No different feeling my cock, than the circle jerks Tone, that is if you feel like it?"
He was taking a big step in his life. This wasn't equivalent to the circle jerks he, Achilles and his college friends participated in. Tony wasn't in the position of standing next to one of his college dude friends, exchanging hands-on cock experiences for the purpose of jerking off another guy's shaft. "Um," Tony replied, sketchy on the detailing.
Leading the way, Achilles took Tony's hand, stretching out his arm so he could reach further down the bed. "Come on Tone. I know you want to."
Tony bit his lip, figuratively, wanting to do it, but not wanting to do it. So, he allowed Achilles to pave the way.
His bod formed a tunnel of sorts over Tony's bod, his dark chest and stomach fur causing the cavern to be ill-illuminated. Achilles smiled when Tony's arm grazed his stomach hair and made Tony groan out loud as if it were the other way around.
Upon first touch, Tony's hand being placed no place in particular, just somewhere making contact with Achilles' endowment, Tony responds with, "I don't know Takos."
He took his hand away, Achilles automatically pulling it back, saying, "Play with my balls Tony. It'll make me feel really good."
"Your balls? I thought I was going to stroke your cock?"
"Either," Achilles replies, "cock or balls. Play with both. It's all good!" And to prove a point, Achilles slides his hand down, between the elastic and hairy pubes of Tony's lower anatomy, wanting to play a little tennis!
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"How about `Beautiful Thing'?"
"Nah," Ferran replies. "I've seen it already. Good movie though. Hey, how about this?"
"Seen it already. Trick' has some really hot guys in it, at least the trick'!"
"I thought the piano player was cute," Ferran stood up for the under dog.
Then they both went for it, `Dante's Cove', Rico picking up the second one of the series, after Ferran stole the first.
"I guess it's unaminous," Ferran says.
"Yeah," and voicing some opinion, Rico says, "I love it when Gregory Michael is hanging by chains in the torture chamber, his naked bod waiting to be sexually seduced!"
"Don't tell me."
"What?" Rico challenges Ferran.
"You wish it were `you' hanging by those chains?"
Rico stole the dvd box out of Ferran's hand, adding it to his. He proceeded to check out, not paying much attention to Ferran.
Wandering about, Ferran looked at the various titles, but his mind was on something else... or someone! "Ryan?"
"Yes? Oh Ferran!"
"I thought I recognized you, but with the goatee it was a little tough to tell."
"How's it going? I haven't seen you since you were sixteen."
He was about to answer, when Ferran's eyes dropped to the title Ryan was holding in his hand. "Are you like.. gay Ryan?"
"I could say I'm picking it up for a friend?" Ryan says jovially.
"Are you?"
"No."
They both followed with giggles.
"That's cool." And as to deliver a punchline, Ferran hints, "My friend and I are renting `Dante's Cove'."
"I had a feeling, Ferran."
"About?"
"One gay sensing what the other guy is about? Um, more termed nowadays as `gaydar'?"
"You thought I was gay Ryan? Why didn't you say something?" Ferran chose his words.
Relaxing his pose, leaning on the fixture, legs crossed, weight on one foot, "I thought it would be best to let nature take it's course. So, when did you decide you were gay?"
Ferran laughs, in saying, "When I was in like fourth grade?"
"Oops!" Ryan says. "Really, I'm not surprised."
"And you know what?" Ferran asks.
"What?"
"I wasn't really surprised that that's a gay dvd you're holding in your hand!"
"You little skunk! You knew all along?" Ryan said, straightening up, assuming a more rigid position to dictate the way he felt. "I oughta take you over my knee and spank you!"
"I'm not twelve years old anymore. But Rico, he might go for it?"
They exchanged smiles, each knowing what it meant.
"So you still in college?" Good thing it was a long line, something Ferran was thanking his lucky stars for.
"My last year of grad school. If memory serves me correct, you're about to graduate?"
"Yeah. Rico and me both."
"So, you and Rico, you're sort of boyfriends?"
"Um," Ferran wrinkles up his face, responding, "Nah, I wouldn't call it that. More, we're friends."
"You do anything together?"
"How do you know Rico's gay?"
"You said you picked out `Dante's Cove'?"
"Oh right. Forgot," Ferran said.
"So, you and Rico sleeping together?"
Right here Ferran knew Ryan was seeking out some information, so made it easy on his thinking brain, "No."
"Cool!" He answered Ferran like a teenager would. "How about you and I get together and catch up on old times?"
Ferran knew, before Ryan came under his father's employ, he was having financial troubles and didn't start college out full time. He quickly tried calculating it in his mind, Ryan's age, but it was easier asking!
"How old do you think I am?" Ryan swung the comment back around.
"Oh, about thrity-five?" he pulled Ryan's chain.
"Try ten years younger?"
But before Ferran could respond, Rico was calling him over to the counter.
"I gotta go."
He went, but hadn't a clue Ryan was following!
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After some little league practice, Achilles moved into the big boys stuff. Sitting there, his ass perched atop Tony's bellyhole, Achilles asks outright, "Tone, what would think about sucking my cock?"
After wetting his lips, Tony, who has been staring at Achilles' hard, 9.5 inch shaft lying straight up his abs, the head resting almost evenly between his pecs, states, "You're kidding, right?"
"It wouldn't make you gay or anything, Tone." And theoretically, the Greek puts it, "Just a straight man curious to see how it feels to have another man's hard cock inside his mouth, not to mention I think you might enjoy it?"
It wasn't going over with Tony, but he did have curiosity about something, "How about you? Have you gotten a guy off sucking his cock?"
Achilles sent a message, "I have, but don't make a habit of it. So you game, Tone?"
"You first," Tony replied, not realizing the reverse application.
"Very well," Achilles accepted the dueling.
All this time, throughout each handling the other's cock and balls, Tony has kept his briefs on.
Descending Tony's bod, Achilles' hands took Tony's briefs with them, Achilles kneeling upright for the moments it took to rid Tony's pubes of its coverling. "Ready?"
"I don't know." And still Tony was defending himself, "This doesn't make me gay."
"Right Tone," Achilles replies, knowing differently. He had a ten percent doubt. He very well knew Tony would love the blow job he was about to give, but whether Tony followed through on his part of their dealing, that would be the part which would zero out the ten percent of doubt!
Getting into position, straddling Tony's legs, then letting his bod slope down to where his face `fell' into Tony's pubes, Tony had one last comment, "You don't have to do this if you don't want to Takos?" Even though Tony wanted him to!
Achilles' reply was opening wide, shoveling Tony's mostly hard shaft into his mouth. He almost choked when Tony, upon feeling the warm, moist absorbing his snake, jutted his ass upwards, driving his shaft almost down Achilles' throat.
After coughing, Tony asks, "You alright Takos?"
"Yeah. No problem. Just went down the wrong tube," he explains as if food picking the wrong entrance to his stomach.
"Like I said, you don't have to... oh-h-h-h-h!"
This time Achilles knew better!
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"Give me five bucks," Rico said, his attention towards the rentals.
"Damn Rico. I don't have my wallet!" Ferran replies.
However, right between them, a hand shows up, a five dollar bill attached.
Rico follows the flannel shirt, right up the forearm, the bicep and into Ryan's face. "Are you like a god or something?"
Ryan answers Rico's question, fully understanding the thought behind Rico's complimentary remark, questioning, "Are you the dude who likes to be spanked?"
"Likes to be spanked?" Rico questions, turning his attention to his friend. "What were you telling him?"
"Me? Telling who' what'?"
"You think I'm blind Ferran? I saw you talking to him for the last ten minutes."
Giving up on the charade, Ferran says, "Rico, this is my `nanny'."
And then Rico got a series of chills running up and down his spine as Ryan introduces himself, "Hi. I'm Ryan Harter."
"Harder?" Rico replies.
"Hart-'ta'-ter," Ryan corrects him.
"Ryan knows what you mean, so stop trying to be cute, Rico."
"I don't know," Ryan says, doing some psychological profiling, "a guy acts the way he looks, so...."
"Great," Ferran replies, "you can contact Rico at his brother's restaurant." He grabs Rico's arm and drags him out of the store.
"The dvd's!" Rico says after the movie store door shuts them out.
"You stoopid moron!" Ferran accuses him, opening the door to go back for them.
"Somebody forget something?"
"Thanks, Mr. Hard-'der'!"
Two feet up the sidewalk, Ryan shouts, "Hey, you guys want to get some pizza or something?"
"No!" Ferran answers.
"Yeah!" Rico says at the same time.
"No? Yes?" Ryan replies. "Is that a maybe?"
It's not that Ferran was totally opposed to Ryan following them back to Gianni's Italian Restaurant, but a little perturbed over seemingly fired up about meeting him after two years, making a fuss over him and then diverting his attention to Rico. While Rico and Ryan made conversation, Ferran tried talking himself out of being jealous!
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"Oh-h-h-h... oh-h-h-h..." Tony moaned, with an occasional, "Mm-m-m," when Achilles changed course, massaging his shaft by hand while his mouth teased his balls. He was totally amazed at how a mouth could massage a guy's, his, balls and make it feel so damn erotic. Too, he was hepped up on the fact he allowed Achilles to knead his nips to the apex of giving pain and having it translated to sheer pleasure, all to the gratification of his cock being stroked by a pair of lips. "I'm getting close Takos."
It didn't matter to Achilles, who began to increase the pace, working Tony's shaft with his lips, his face deep into Tony's pubic bush, then his lips pursed around the flange of Tony's cock-head.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh fuck Takos!" Not registering, all Tony thought about is his cock-cream shooting out and the continued massaging of lips, drawing the lava from its magma chamber.
On the other hand, Achilles was thinking he wanted to get off too and while Tony was deeply inhaling and exhaling, still in flight over his mouth-induced jerk off, he would approach him with the reality of their little tryst.
It was a good, good feeling and Tony was savoring the afterglow, until he faced reality, Achilles' big one again sitting on his stomach, stretched to the max of his chest fur.
Achilles knew Tony was feeling the reluctance of the situation facing him, taking his cock in mouth. "You don't have to suck my cock if you don't want to Tone."
"I don't? Cool!"
Part of his reaction to Tony relinquishing the priveledge, Achilles fell to the wayside of Tony's bod and faced him, their bods lining up side by side, Achilles' hands falling on Tony's chest, sliding down his abs. "Instead we can kiss."
"What?" Tony replies, his nose wrinkled up like he smelled flat beer.
"I thought I'd give you a choice. Either you can suck me off like I did you or we could do a little necking?" He waited for Tony's reply, other than the face he made.
"How about neither one?"
Retracting his hand, Achilles swung one leg back abling him to reach the floor and juxtaposing his bod in a way, he stood, replying, "Neither one is fine Tone. If you want to go back on your word and woos out on me fine, but then I think you better go find some other fool to hang around with!"
Realizing it, Tony had done it to his best friend again. In fast thought, he tosses around the odds, the other guys are not going to know what went on behind the closed door of his bedroom. And the final thing, he realizes, he actually did have a curiosity to what a guy's cock feels like inside his mouth. He didn't say it, but he did have `hunger pangs', a desire to feel cock meat on his tongue. "Wait a minute Takos. You win."
"No Tone. Here I am, dressed and then I'm going to strip down only to have you change your mind again?"
Totally convinced this was a once-in-a-lifetime incident, nobody is going to find out about this and also piquing his interest, maybe more now than before when Achilles had his shaft perched up on his bod, Tony makes his first move, sitting up on the edge of the bed.
Achilles stood there, his jeans on, buttoned, zipped up and stopped by Tony as he was about to fasten his belt buckle. He knew something was up, Tony maybe giving in, yet he didn't trust himself on this one. Only Tony would have to prove it would be a wise decision to open the flaps of his pants. He waited.
They both waited as Tony stood in front of Achilles, looking down where belt met the trail which led to Achilles' treasure.
"I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to do Tone."
"I know," Tony replies, his hand lifting, going to the task. Stifled, Achilles does what he did minutes ago as he introduced Tony to his cock and balls. He places both of Tony's hands at the button of his jeans, reassuring, "Nobody is going to know what we did here today Tone."
It was a far gone idea for Tony, shelved somewhere in the filing cabinet in the back of his brain. Prevalent were the feelings crossing Tony's mind, of first stripping Achilles and then wondering which course to take after the pants lingered around Achilles' ankles.
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They ate. They drank, and before long Rico was on the way to the kitchen to refill the tin pie plate.
Reaching across the table, nudging Ferran's three-quarters full beer mug out of the way, Ryan extended his hand, grasping the eighteen year olds. "How would you like to come home with me tonight?"
"I think not!" Ferran came back with, uncoupling their hands.
Withdrawing his hand, Ryan reasoned, "Y'know, I'm not a child molester and not that I had such feelings for you when you were sixteen, but I did care a lot for you then and never lost sight that we might run into each other years later?"
Trying to unravel Ryan's comment, Ferran asks, "Is that so?"
"First I want to apologize for trying to move in on you so fast. And, simply put, I really loved you back then. When I saw you developing into a man I began to have strong feelings for you Ferran. Of course I dared not do anything which would constitute anything regarding a minor, but I couldn't put away those feelings. Frankly, it was hell when your father told me Tony was old enough to assume the responsibility of looking after you."
Ferran had no idea, but he didn't have a chance for futher investigation, Rico showing up.
"A nice, cheesy pizza with everything you ordered on it, Ryan!"
"Are you sure there's enough cheese?" he asks, looking down at the pie.
Rico informs, "You said `extra cheese', didn't you?"
"That I did."
While Rico and Ryan shared conversation, Ferran tried making sense out of all of this talk between him and his former nanny. One thing stuck in his brain, he wasn't turned off at all by what Ryan lay on him. He didn't say it, but pondered over the fact it wasn't only Ryan feeling something for him. Yes, maybe his thoughts about Ryan, when he was younger, were based on fantasies conjured up as he lay in bed every night, using Ryan as the pawn of sexual vignettes within his mind, but a lot of that trangressed into the reality of really more than feelings of `liking' him.
"I think I can make do with one more beer," Ryan said, stopping to get the last drop from his mug, "if you don't mind Rico?"
It bought some time, but not much Ryan figured.
Ferran had an itching to say something, "I don't think your feelings are bad Ryan."
"I would hope not!" he smiled.
"I mean about having feelings for me and all." And Ferran wanted to elaborate, but didn't have the time, Rico again turning up like a bad penny.
"Here ya go Ryan. Mangia!"
Ryan downed his third beer, Rico bottoming out at two and Ferran still nursing his first. His teen genes going into overdrive, he felt a wanting to further his talks with Ryan. He sensed there was much left unsaid and a need to set the record straight. After his last slice of pizza he went `gung ho', chugging the rest of his beer.
Rico asks, "If you want to, you can watch `Dante's Cove' with us Ryan?"
"No, but thanks. I really need to get home tonight. I have an early class, but I appreciate the thought."
Feeling the effects of his second mug, Rico goofs around, "Oh really Ryan? How `much' do you appreciate it?"
"I think you better turn in early Rico," Ryan suggests.
Ferran says, "Um, I can't stay tonight Rico."
"What? We were going to watch the dvd," Rico adding, "and mess around a little?"
"I know, but I forgot. Tony wants me home to talk to me about something important."
"Oh," Rico registered his disappointment. "Okay. Maybe we can watch it tomorrow after school."
"Yeah," Ferran agreed.
After Rico gives Ferran a hug he approaches Ryan, "How about a kiss goodbye?"
"How about a handshake?"
"How about a hug?"
Ryan gave in to the hug, but made it very short. Outside the restaurant, he offers, "Can I give you a ride home or is your car parked here?"
Ferran could have lied, but it wasn't part of his nature to do so, so he leveled with Ryan, "My car is parked here, but I'd still like a ride home?"
They met with equal smiles, Ryan leading Ferran to his car. He thought he gave Ryan quite a shock when, after sitting in Ryan's late model car, seatbelts engaged, Ferran blurts out, "We're going home to your place, right?"
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