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GeTTiNG ReaDY FoR CoLLeGe 13 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Oh fuck, Tone! That feels so, so awesome!"
The accolades continued almost incessantly as Tony worked like a pro on Achilles' tool, sometimes taking it in his hand and licking up the sides, then engulfing it to the max and using his lips to imitate a guy's ass-ring. Gagging more than once was par for a beginner cock-sucker. Each time, Achilles told Tony to slow down, make it last, which in Achilles' mind wasn't going to be too much longer!
Achilles took a big chance, one which he knew Tony was going to turn down, "How would you feel about me fucking you Tone?"
He was shot down!
However, the power of suggestion lingered about Tony and he could swear the thought of it, implanted in his brain caused him to flex his ass muscle. Pulling off Achilles' tall stalk with a pop and a slurp, Tony says, "Okay, but you've got to take it slow. Real slow."
"Sure Tone. Don't you worry. You wouldn't feel anything but sheer pleasure!" Same time, Achilles was thinking of the ten percent slowly fading from his `gay tally' regarding Tony being a straight man.
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"Nice place," Ferran says of the home beyond the street as Ryan pulls up in the small culdesac, a prelude to a greater acreage of property.
"It's my uncle's place. I rent a room from him."
"Oh, then you should probably take me home," Ferran raised a questionable doubt about spending time with Ryan.
"One fact you should know about Uncle Noah?"
"What?"
"His partner, Raj Tomba?"
"Hmm, so `it' runs in the family, huh?" Ferran makes a gay-joke.
"Yeah," Ryan says as he leads Ferran to the door, "even the dog and the parakeet are gay!"
"Um, your Uncle Noah, he isn't like crossbreeding them, is he?"
"Oh sure. He's trying to create a dog who can fly."
Ferran carries the joke further, "Or a parakeet who can bark?"
As soon as they are in the door, Ferran's eyes take in the interiors of the contemporary home. "What does your Uncle Noah do for a living?" It was based on the paintings hanging on the walls, the sculptures scattered about. He didn't get an answer as he tinkled away on the eight foot grand piano, playing a group of notes which did not match. "Who plays the piano?" he asks, thinking Ryan has returned.
"I do."
"Oh, I thought you were Ryan."
"Raj Tomba. Are you Ryan's date?"
Figuring he was, Ferran replies, "Yes."
"It is a pleasure to meet you," Raj replies, crossing the floor and offering his hand.
"Same here. Um, what are you listening to?"
Raj had a necklace of i-Pod wires hanging around his neck.
"Opera. Do you like it?"
"I don't know," Ferran replies.
"Here. You have to take a listen then!"
Raj wore the i-Pod on his bicep, but gave over the headphones to Ferran. It took all of a few seconds for Ferran to unplug his ears and report, "I think I'll pass. But thanks."
"Sure. Y'know it's a lot different going to one in person. Would you care to go to an opera with us sometime?"
"Does Ryan like opera?" Ferran asks.
He limp wrist flicking, Raj replies, "Ryan adores opera!"
"I do not!" Ryan says, walking in the room with a bottle and two flutes. "Ferran, is Raj bothering you with his opera stories?"
"For your information Ryan," Raj addresses him in a fem manner, "I haven't had a chance to tell Ferran about my aspiring career as a baritone."
Ryan says to Ferran while pouring out two glasses of wine, "You're one of the lucky ones!"
Ferran felt sorry for Raj. He was just trying to be nice. "So, you were an opera singer Raj?"
"I'm warning you Ferran. Don't get Raj started. You'll be sorry!" He hands Ferran a glass of wine and toasts him.
Ryan sips while Ferran looks into the tall glass.
"Don't worry. I didn't put any arsenic in it!"
When he tilted the glass back from his lips, after taking a sip, Raj was gone. "Where'd he go?"
"Probably to lube up his tonsils!"
"With?" Ferran had a wicked thought.
"It would have to be his `own' lube. Uncle Noah is on a business trip in Switzerland."
"Speaking of which, I suppose you didn't hear me before when I asked what he did for a living?"
"He's a drug dealer!"
"What?"
Ryan laughs, filling him in, "He's into pharmaceuticals."
"Oh, that's a little different. Is he a salesman?"
"You think a salesman can afford an eight foot Steinway? He owns the company," Ryan says, sitting down on the piano bench. "Come over here and play with me."
"Uh, how do you mean that Ryan?"
"Anyway you want to take it!"
Then, cracking his knuckles, Ryan places his hands on the keys and begins playing chopsticks!
"Bravo!" Ferran yells out when Ryan concludes his performance.
"So, what exactly did you think about me when you were sixteen?" Ryan probed.
They clinked glasses, bottomed up and then Ryan set the glasses on the floor.
"Believe it ot not I had fantasies about you."
"Oh really. Why don't you entertain me with one?"
"I don't know. I'm kind of embarrased."
"Nonsense," Ryan says, getting up from the bench and walking to the far side of the room. Taking a long box, he removes a stick from it, igniting it. On one knee he lights the fireplace. "Come on. Bring the glasses. We'll sit here." Ryan stretched out his bod in one long skeletal posing and reached for the bottle of wine.
"Here you go."
"Thanks," he says. "C'mon. Sit."
Lowering his bod next to Ryan, Ferran sat on a cushy blanket, taking up most of the space in front of the brick fireplace.
"The room looks different from down here."
Ryan handed Ferran his glass, more fuller than the last one.
"I'm not used to drinking liquor, Ryan."
"Take your time. We've got all night."
At that, Ryan set his glass down and proceeded to unbutton his shirt.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting comfortable," he tore it out of his pants after unbuttoning. "How about you?"
"Uh sure. Okay," Ferran gave in, grabbing his tee shirt at the bottom and taking it off over his head.
"Except for the treasure trail, you haven't changed much," Ryan said, balling up his shirt and tossing it on the sofa.
"You neither," Ferran replies, after casing Ryan's hairy front.
"So, you going to get me hard with one of your fantasies, Ferran?"
Ferran couldn't believe himself, how he was saying such suggestive thoughts. More on the level of something Rico would say, it just came out, "Can you do that in those tight jeans?"
"I like your thinking, Ferran. Such `grown up' thoughts?"
"I dunno," he excused himself, but paid close attention as Ryan pinned his shoulders to the floor, lifted his ass to swoop his jeans down over it, then lay his ass back down on the floor to turn them inside out over his feet, removing them.
"Oh man, you're so damn smooth, Ferran," Ryan said as he crossed the line, from his side of the fireplace to Ferran's.
Bracing his bod up by his palms flat on the floor behind him, he looked down, watching Ryan fidget with his belt.
"Time to catch you up!"
The pants almost came off almost without a hitch, Ryan saying, "Oops!" Then reminding, "Always remember to take your sneakers off before the pants!"
Ferran was thankful the blanket was soft and cushioned, as Ryan stood, pulling, tugging his pants, his legs up in the air almost all the way, as he lie on his back. "Um, Ryan, don't you think it would be easier to pull my pants back up my legs and remove my sneakers?"
"Yeah, but I love seeing your balls bouncing around inside your briefs!"
Ferran was caught between Ryan's stoopidity, same time humoring him. "Hey moron!"
"Who me?" Ryan stopped the shaking.
"Let go, huh?"
Ryan let go, Ferran's feet hitting the floor like a ton of bricks. He proceeded to pull his backs back up enough so Ryan could tackle his sneaks.
"Man, you made me work up a sweat!" he said, removing the sneakers by the heels, not even untying them.
"Me made you? You made you!"
Upon removing Ferran's socks, he says, "What have we got here?"
Ferran was bonked out of his gourd when Ryan met his foot halfway, raising it a little off the floor and cocking his head. "Oh shit Ryan!"
"What?"
"Your sending shivers up my spine!"
"Like it?"
"Do you?" Ferran confronts him.
"Would I be licking your sweet foot if I didn't?"
Ferran molds his hand like a gun and `blows his brains out', falling back on the blanket.
"Oh and look at these nice, hairy legs?"
Rolling his head back and forth on the floor, Ferran couldn't believe Ryan getting all hepped up over his hairy legs. Never in a light year would he have thought anybody would show an interest in their tongue licking away at his hairy legs. But the nice thing is, he felt Ryan working his way up!
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"Tone?"
"What?" Tony asks kind of strangely, his voice half muffled by his face leaning into Achilles' left pec.
"You did a great job sucking my cock. You know, it is probably the best orgasm I've ever had?"
"I know," came the weird sounds, phonetically impaired by Achille's beefy chest. Then, lifting his head, Tony observes, "I can feel it."
Five minutes prior to Tony crashing down onto his friend's bod, both had stroked themselves into oblivion and now Tony lay there, trapping both of their cock fluids between them. "Shit! There's a lot of cream in there," Tony says, sticking his hand in between them, somewhere around the top of their abs and withdrawing it.
"Taste it Tone."
"What? Taste it? Ewie."
Tony watches in amazement as Achilles' takes Tony's hand and licks it like the side of a drippy ice cream cone. "You're a sick fuck, Takos!"
"I tasted it. Now you're turn, Tone."
"Thanks, but I think I'll pass."
What could Achilles say? At least he's taken Tony over the threshhold, initiating him in the practice of sucking his cock.
"Next time maybe."
"Um, like there's not going to be a next time, Takos. Remember? This was a one shot deal?"
It put a cringe on Achilles' thinking, as Tony got up. "But I was kind enough to let you out of feeling my shaft up your ass, because we agreed on the next time we got together, Tone?"
And as Tony did a pushup off of Achilles' bod, he looked between them, seeing their hair patterns wetted down around half of their stomach, all the way down to their pubes. "I know Takos. Sorry."
But Takos wasn't so bent out of shape over it. At least he got his cock inside Tony's mouth and that was an accomplishment in itself. "It felt good doing so Tone. I'm very proud of you, you know?"
"Proud of me? What for?"
"For sucking your first cock. Next time it will be so much easier."
"I told you Takos. There's not going to be a next time. One shot deal, remember?"
By now Tony was standing at the foot of the bed.
"I'm going to hit the shower."
Achilles lay there, watching Tony walk away. He still had hopes of impregnating Tony's hot ass!
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"Oh-h-h that feels so nice!" Ferran said as he lay on the blanket in front of the fireplace, arms affixed behind his head and tantalized by Ryan, rubbing his nose and chin on his briefs.
His bod lying on Ferran's legs, Ryan tilts his head up to say, "I can still listen?"
"Huh?" Ferran asks, positioning his elbows on the floor.
"One of your fantasies?"
"Oh. Well, sure. Um, I..." But before he got started, Ferran hints, "Must be kind of dry tonguing my cock through my briefs, Ryan?"
"I guess I have permission to invade?"
And he had heard Rico say this, and thinking it fit the ocassion perfect, "As long as I can divide and conquer?"
"I can't believe you're `so' inexperienced!"
Ferran couldn't either. He knew all the clever phrases, but when it came down to it... he switched course, "Better hurry up Ryan. I think I'm getting soft!"
"Not a problem," Ryan said with a cocky smile as his hands busied disrobing Ferran's pubes. As he did, he states, "Oh man... look at all this luscious hair!" And he dived right in, licking down around the base of Ferran's cock.
"Oh-h-h," Ferran said, his elbows slipping out from under him. His eyes still opened, he looked above, at the bottle of wine Ryan had placed on the coffee table. He reached up, grabbed it and lowered it to the floor. He couldn't find his glass, but nixed it. Pushing himself up with one arm, he took a swig right out of the bottle. "Thirsty?" He asked Ryan.
"Yeah," Ryan responded.
Ferran thought it strange the way he said it and his thoughts proved correct as Ryan proceeded to splash the wine on his pubes, up his bod.
"Ryan! You'll get the floor wet!"
"Not if I get there first!"
Figuring Ryan knew best, Ferran settled back. He then enjoyed his pubes getting licked, feeling Ryan licking up his bod, but had to upright his chest once more, when he heard Ryan slurping.
Ryan had just put his lips to Ferran's innie and inhaled. "Nice wine glass!"
"It tickled," Ferran replies.
"Cool!" Ryan said.
And he couldn't believe it, Ryan taking the wine bottle and carefully pouring it into his bellyhole! It all felt good, so what the heck did Ferran care if Ryan refilled his `deep glass' several times.
About fifteen minutes later, "Hey, you awake?" Ryan said, his chest on Ferran's. "Ha-al-lo!" He checked again, tapping on Ferran's chin.
Without opening his eyes, Ferran grinned.
"You faker!"
His eyes opened as he giggled. "I thought maybe you got drunk refilling your `glass' so many times!"
"Yeah. I can't believe I got so obsessed with your navel."
Ferran giggled.
"What?"
"Must had been... you forgot about listening to my fantasies about you!"
"That's right!" the twenty-seven year old replies. "And I'm not going to move from here until you tell me!"
"Oh, I thought we could get comfortable in bed and I could tell you a goodnight story!"
Ferran began laughing his ass off, Ryan saying, "Okay. C'mon!" He was up on his feet faster than you could say `oh fuck'!
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"Takos! What are you doing?"
With the bi-fold shower doors half open, one of Achilles' feet already in Tony's territory, he says, "Room in there for me?"
With the water streaming over Tony's shoulders, making his bod hair seem all runny, he thought.
He preyed on Tony's thoughts, "It won't mean you're gay, Tone."
"I suppose it's okay. After all," he drew on experience, "we all use the same locker room shower." But he didn't turn around to face the faucets.
Not doing so, Achilles turns his back, "Tone, how about soaping up my back?"
Tony thought about it for a second. It came back to him what Achilles had said to him before all this stuff began, how nobody was going to know except the two of them. "Why not!" he said. "I only have bath gel. That okay?"
And what an advantage, Achilles taking the burden of having his chest and stomach creamed with both of their loads. He suggests, "Don't forget my chest, Tone. I don't want any cum on my clothes."
Another hurdle, Tony didn't even think. With Achilles' hands up, placed on the shower wall it was easy enough to slide his hands around.
"O-oh Tone... feels real good."
As far as Tony was concerned, he didn't care about his hands, but dwell more on his cock, lubed by the dripping soap off of Achilles' back, washing into his ass crevice, then Tony's cock lying right in between, like a hot dog in a bun. "Sure does," he replies, moving his feet, pressing up on his toes a bit, then lowering his heels to the tub floor, doing it over and over, his cock benefitting from the rubbing on of both sides.
It would be silly to think Achilles wasn't sensing this erotic feeling. As Tony had thought back to the beginning of their sexual escapade, Achilles had gone back further, thinking he might have to do some compromising things. However he was quite surprised when he pressed his ass backwards.
"Oh shit Takos!" Tony exclaimed when his hand felt up his cock. It was rock hard!
In a deep, sensual vocal rendering, Achilles says, "Don't fight the feeling Tone."
Tony's mind drew some conclusions. He actually was in a mesmerized state before he realized his rock hard condition. He also found he wasn't thinking of some `babe', but his best friend when he came to realize his shaft rubbing up and down the hot dog bun. Having reservations of what Achilles was suggesting, Tony says, "Um, you don't mean what I think you mean?"
Achilles really would have preferred it the other way around, but he wanted to also erase the doubt of that 10% which was still lurking in his mind. If he had to go to greater `lengths' to have it proven, he would have to extend himself a bit more. "Uh, yeah Tone. That's what I'm saying!"
There the two stood in the shower, neither Tony and Achilles both unsure of where they wanted to this to go. More or less, it hung in the balance of Tony's decision.
"You want me to fuck you Takos?"
Well, it wasn't exactly what Achilles meant, but like he figured, that 10%! He even made it sound very appetizing, "Every man should try fucking another man at least once in their life Tone. Doesn't matter if your straight or gay?" `Whew!' he said it and got through it without even goofing up!
Figuring Achilles must know what he's talking about, Tony asks, "Um, do like other straight guys `usually' do this kind of stuff, Takos?" He took a gulp, more water swallowing as it was already wet.
"Of course!" And he made his decision to say so, fabricating, "You think Jay, Pete, Marty or Gregg are any different than you?"
Tony stood there, astounded, hearing of his fellow straight buds, thinking they would ever, "Jay? Pete? Marty? I can't believe it. I figured Gregg or any of them would only have an interest in..." `Babes?' "Do they really?"
"Tone, would I lie to you?" Achilles hoped to God he would never be caught by Tony telling this big fat bunch of lies. With his hands plastered on the wall and unavailable to add expression to his pleading, in his mind he did the sign of the cross!
Then, it made a full grin fill Achilles' face when Tony replies, "Y'know? Maybe I am kind of curious Takos?"
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"Well, one of my fantasies," Ferran starts in as the two lay in Ryan's bed, Ferran cozy in his arm, "is... well I kind of got this from a James Bond movie..."
"Which one?" Ryan asks, as his hand is feeling up Ferran's smooth stomach.
"I forget. The one where Bond is fastened to a table and there's a laser ready to cut his crotch in half?"
"Goldfinger, I think. Um, like you didn't have the desire to cut my crotch in half?"
"Get real Ryan. No, but I thought of how it would feel to separate your ass with my cock!"
Ferran's laughter started Ryan into doing the same.
When the air cleared, Ryan says, "So, you want to tie me down and separate my ass?"
"Don't you think it would be more meaningful if we worked up to it and did it the natural way?" Ferran differed.
With that, Ryan slipped his arm out from under Ferran's head, getting up from his lounging position.
Ferran seemed perfectly contented lying there, firming up the pillow under his head with both hands. Gone were other thoughts about anything Rico said or did. There `was' an unrelated thought though, thinking how he fibbed to Rico so he could be with Ryan. Shutting it out, he went thinking he was his own man now and what has been a prelude up to now, he was totally uninhibited about doing anything sexual with Ryan. After all, he was eighteen and by now most gay teens his age have either already done what he's about to do or are on the same plane.
With a mixture of wine and sweat, Ryan was more than drawn to Ferran. Instead of the foreplay he slay Ferran with before, he parted legs and sloped right down, opening his mouth as he went and took in the pleasurable tool.
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