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GeTTiNG ReaDY FoR CoLLeGe 14 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Next morning at school, Ferran had plenty of news to tell Rico, only his bursting to tell was in restraint for the fact he left the restaurant with all intentions of Ryan dropping him at home, last minute changing course.
"Um, you're not sore over me leaving last night?" Ferran asks, seeing Rico in the opposite mood he left him, with glee instead of sulking.
"You wouldn't believe this Ferran," Rico started talking, placing his hand around his bud's shoulder, "you know the guy at the video store?"
Right away, Ferran's mind goes to Ryan, asking, "Ryan?"
"No, stoopid! The dude at the video counter."
Ferran asks, "The guy who owns the place?"
"Well he doesn't own it, but right after you left I get this call from the clerk at the store. He wants to get together!"
"And?"
Before he tells, Rico fills his pal in, "He's twenty-two and guess what else he does for extra college money?"
"What?" Ferran asks, eager to tell about his night even though he's in for an apology.
"Get this... he makes a guaranteed hundred bucks a week shaving the swim team's bods and other guys at the dorm. How erotic can that be!"
Stopping in his tracks, Ferran dwells on it for a moment.
"Forget something?"
"No Rico. But I remember Tony telling me something very similar."
"To?"
"A guy at the dorm who shaves not only the swim team, but keeps other guys' balls smooth."
"Balls? Dejan didn't mention..."
"Dejan! That's it," Ferran recalls.
"Guess what else?"
"You allowed Dejan to shave your bod?"
"Bite your tongue Ferran! I ain't lettin' nobody shear off this beautiful chest of hair!"
"Rico, you got like little circles around your nips and a treasure trail," Ferran says sarcastically.
"I know, but I think someday I might have more, but at least I let him do my balls!"
"For real, Rico?"
"Yeah and it felt real hot having him do it. Even Dejan got so hot he had to find some relief!" Rico hints.
"So you never got to watch `Dante's Cove'?"
"Oh we watched it." Then cocky, Rico says, "Sometimes!" As they enter home room, Rico asks, "So how was your `boring' evening at home?" he rubbed it in.
"Rico?"
"What?"
"We've been friends for a long time, right?"
"Almost forever."
"We never lied to each other, right?"
"Except when you said the dude at the gas station was gay."
"Get over that would you Rico? And I didn't lie. It was an honest mistake!"
"Okay, so what did you lie to me about Ferran?"
"How did you know I lied to you last night?"
"Last night was it, huh?" Rico said, taking a seat on top of the desk, far left corner of the classroom.
"I'm real sorry." Then instead of taking the long way around, point blank told Rico, "I went home with Ryan last night."
"Yeah. I figured as much."
"You did? But how could you know?"
"I'm not sure. Maybe intuition. I kind of figured when you were talking in the store it wasn't about old times."
"Some of it was," Ferran replied.
And to get some more info out of Ferran, Rico asks, "So what time did you leave his place?"
"I didn't," Ferran said. "As far as Tony knows, I spent the night with you."
"Hmm... what's it worth to you, for me to keep your secret?"
"How about a kick in the balls?" Ferran jokes, bracing his hands on two desks, swinging his leg.
Rico just cocked his head.
Knowing Rico knew he wouldn't do it, Ferran asks, "So you want to hear about it?"
"Lunch, okay?" Rico asks.
"Ryan's picking me up for lunch."
"Hmm. Moving kind of fast are we?" Rico teases, as the two settle down, with the entrance of the teacher.
"Who knows? Um, did you get poked in the ass last night?"
Touche!
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Tony was smiling before he even was awake. However he was quick to pop open his eyes when he felt the other side of his bed - empty. "Takos?" he said out loud. He listened for a moment. There wasn't any water sounds from the jon, neither the shower, nor a guy taking a morning piss. Rolling back over from lying on his stomach, Tony looked around the room. "Gone," he came up with, seeing that so were Achilles' clothing.
Then, lying back in bed, Tony tried to reconstruct the events as they happened in his mind. When he got to the part where he fucked Achilles, he shouted, "Oh shit! I fucked a guy!" Now his next thought required thinking on it, whether he liked it or not.
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Morning at school was no big deal. From home room they moved through the crowded hallway to history class, to study hall, then gym. After getting all sweated up playing soccer, they proceeded to English class. Afterwards, Rico remarks to Ferran, "I can't believe the change in Tom Fuller!"
"I know."
Sensing something, Rico stops Ferran from walking, swinging him around in an about face, standing right in front of his bud, hand pasted on his chest and asks, "Yeah, but what do you know that I don't know?"
"Mm-m. Feels good," Ferran says of Rico `touching him'.
"Didn't get enough from Ryan?"
Hinting at what they did last night, Ferran says, "Or the other way around?" Ferran giggled, seeing the whites of Rico's eyes, his jaw dropped open.
"You went all the way?"
Ferran just stood there, his smile doing the gloating for him.
"I can't believe it."
"Why?" Ferran questioned the look and the statement to match.
"After all these years you go and fuck a total stranger!"
Ferran tried smoothing it over with his best friend, "Rico, you know I wanted to do it with you?"
However they were `best friends' and since Rico had paired up with Dejan and it seemed like he was ready to pursue something more, he responded, "Doesn't matter. I shouldn't complain. Got myself a hot cock to service and a lifetime of free shaves!"
"How interesting!"
Ferran and Rico were both shocked, watching Mr. Gallo, their science teacher passing by, turning his head to exhibit the grin on his face for them.
"He was like listening to us!" Rico exclaimed.
And now that Ferran has broken in his virgin cock, he rightfully says, "Man would I like to do him!"
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"I can't believe I fucked a guy!" Tony said for the umpteenth time, lying there in bed, body splayed out, lying there and taking it easy, a hand playing with his crotch.
Suddenly his cell phone rang. Jumping out of bed he hightailed it to his dresser. "My phone... my phone!" he said, looking around the room for it, holding his head as if lightly squeezing it would make him remember. "Pants!" he shouted. By the time he got there, the Cobra Starship tune stopped playing.
As he walked back to the bed, Tony read the text message to himself, "Tone... sorry i had 2 leave u can i come back 2night.. achilles" As he sat on the bed, Tony asks himself, "Can I come back tonight?"
Right now, nothing more important held Tony's interest than the past night spent with his best friend. "Ah-h-h I can't believe I fucked Takos!" he shouted, falling back on the bed, his cellphone bouncing off his stomach when he dropped it. With his eyes closed he thought about it, about last night and then brought himself up to date, thoughts of the text message. But he kept his eyes closed, replaying last night, kneeling on the bed, spitting into one of his hands, lubing up his cock with his saliva, then slowly pressing in after his shaft was aligned with Achilles' asshole. Instead of the repetitive phrase, Tony lapsed into a dreamlike state. Replacing his friend's ass with his hand, Tony began firming himself up. It came slow, him having to really concentrate on the details, his hand making due for the elite feeling of a guy's warm ass surrounding his dipstick. In a matter of minutes though, he was ready to shoot his load up
`Achilles' ass'.
"Oh-h-h! Oh! Oh! Oh fuck yeah!" Tony shouted out loud, his hidden eyes picturing the moment like an out of bod experience, pulling his cock out at the last moment and `seeing' Achilles shooting his load the same time, their manseed collecting on Achilles' hairy bod, soaking into the masses of black hair. Then as a finale, Tony falls forwards. The rest, the tasting, didn't matter. Accordingly, all which was important is, "Oh man, I fucked Takos!"
Then, as an afterthought, "I must be fuckin' gay out of my mind!"
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After saying it the first time, every hot guy Ferran looked at, he wanted to fuck! The worst was sitting through English class, having to stare at the rookie teacher, twenty-something and divinely handsome. But right before lunch, the divinely-handsome Mr. Peterson was coming out of the teacher's room and was headed west, towards the gymnasium. With teen lust leading him, Ferran tailed him.
Peterson turned the corner.
Ferran turned the corner. "Mr. Peterson!" He ran right into his English teacher, his chest butting into the twenty-seven year olds shoulder.
"Are you alright?" the two asked each other at the same time.
But then Ferran remained silent as Peterson asks, "Are you okay?"
"Um, no broken bones!"
"Good to hear," the teach answered, a smile curling his lips.
Still in a humorous way, Ferran states, "Y'know it's not a very good idea to stop short in the hallways, Mr. Peterson?"
Peterson comes back with, "It is also not very nice to stalk teachers!"
"Snagged!" Ferran wasn't afraid to release the truth as he dropped his head back on his shoulders.
"So," Peterson began, but stopped to wait for two passerbys to gain distance from them. "So, you're attracted to me, are you?"
"Wait! How did you know I'm gay?"
"Takes one to know one," he replies to Ferran, smiling.
Not at all surprised, Ferran levels with him, "We had a feeling you were."
"We?"
"Rico. Him and me have been good friends right through school."
Wise, Peterson asks, "And in bed?"
It then occurs to Ferran, "Hey, are we allowed to talk about this stuff in school?"
"We `could' talk about it in a more comfortable atmosphere?"
Ferran couldn't believe his ears. Did Mr. Peterson just say something to the effect he wanted to 'bed him'? "Wait. I think you're a little ahead of me Mr. Peterson. Did you just suggest......" Ferran couldn't get it out.
"If you're okay with it, we could have lunch together?"
"Whew!" Ferran sighed with relief.
Peterson laughed his ass off. He knew! "So how about you join Tom Fuller and I for lunch?"
"Tom Fuller?"
"Notice his change in attitude?" Peterson asks the obvious.
Ferran puts it to him, "Um, you and Tom don't like... have anything going, do you?"
"I think that should remain between Tom and I." Immediately swaying in another direction, "So, about lunch?"
"If it's okay could I bring my boyfriend along?"
"Rico is welcome," Peterson replies.
"No, not Rico."
"Hmh?" Peterson inquires, a look desiring more knowledge.
"I met this guy.. well it wasn't the first time... uh, long story."
"Yes and `you' have to get to class. Need a pass?"
"Uh yeah. It would help," Ferran replied.
When Peterson dug in his pockets, looking for his book of passes, it didn't go unnoticed, Ferran checking out the `goods', made evermore present by the tugs caused by Peterson's hands taking up pocket space.
"Still checking me out, Ferran?"
Ferran felt a little embarrased. He was sure his face was some red hue. But he rebutted swiftly, "Um, were you really searching for your pad or readjusting things, Mr. Peterson?"
"Hmh," Peterson thought on it, while writing out a pass, rather signing his name on it and saying, "You fill it in Ferran."
"You trust me?" He asks.
"Is there reason not to?"
Peterson began walking away, Ferran softly shouting, "Uh, wait up Mr. Peterson?"
"Problem?"
"I probably shouldn't ask."
"Ask!"
"I'm just curious to know."
"Well if you keep me in suspense much longer, you won't be needing the pass, but rather sitting in detention at the end of the school day?"
Peterson was right, but Ferran was so bent on knowing, quickly outted his question, "I know this sounds weird, but are you like `hairy', Mr. Peterson?"
"In what respect?"
He probably meant up top or down below, so Ferran clarified things, "Your chest? Stomach?"
Peterson looked about, then swished his necktie aside, unbuttoning the third button of his shirt, pulling it apart til it was diamond-shaped. "Does this quench your curiosity?"
"Oh cool!" Ferran said of the black fibers against almost white skin. "Thanks Mr. Peterson!"
Now he had something to get hard about, Peterson ducking into the jon as Ferran set off in running the opposite way.
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Lying there, with better things to do, Tony caught his breath, marveling at how he shot his load, thinking about how things progressed, came to fruition by thoughts on how he fucked his best friend last night.
"Oh shit!" he exclaimed, picking up his cellphone with a gooey hand. Then, like he wasn't in his room, but out on the street, he looks around and says to himself, "Nobody'll know but me!" He proceeds to lick the leftovers off of his cellphone!
When he looks at his cellphone, the first message leads to another, than another, many more encompassing his circle of friends, each one in their own way congratulating Tony on finding them some reservations in Aruba, closing with something about `gettin' with the babes'! In the past it was no problem, but Tony found himself in a dilemma. Instead of thinking of some stacked babe, all he could think of is his friends. In particular, he conjured up images of Jay Miller, the twenty-one year old in the shower, Tony beside him and instead of carrying on casual conversation, was checking him out down below. Without thinking it, Tony's hand was on his cock again, his spent load acting as lube. When he finally realized what was on his mind and what he was doing he exclaimed in anger, "Fuck this gay stuff! I'm not gay!"
Suddenly he was interrupted, "Tone? The door was open so I saw myself in."
"You fuckin' bastard, Takos!"
"Me?" Achilles says, his hand on his chest, with implication.
"You fuckin' did this to me!"
Achilles didn't realize he was under attack, Tony pushing him up against the back of the closed door.
"And you call me your best friend?"
Even though a couple of inches taller and `built' more than Tony, adrenaline put Achilles up against the door with a thud, confused by the element of surprise.
"Was this some big plan?" Tony interrogates him
"Huh?" Then it comes fast without warning as drove his fist deep into Achilles' stomach. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Achilles taking the brunt of Tony's anger. In his own defense, Achilles moved his bod aside and in complete role reversal, had Tony by the neck. But, "Oh-h-h-h!" he shouted when Tony's elbow caught him in the abs.
Breaking free, Achilles fell to his knees, the wind knocked out of him. Right away Tony pushed him over onto the front of his bod, slamming himself against Achilles' back, pinning him to the floor. Wrestling one of his `other' sports, Tony picked up Achilles' arms and held them behind his back. "Why did you have to make me fuck you!"
"Tone! Let me up!" Achilles shouted, hurting while he tried freeing himself.
Tony continued to work out his anger and disgust at himself and what his friend turned him into.
Achilles got free by rolling over onto his back, but somehow Tony seemed stronger, squeezing out from under him. Even though Achilles worked out at the gym, his arms were aching from being forced behind his own back and in no time Tony was on him again.
Still, Tony badgered him with gay slurs, but things began to turn for the worst, his hands going around his best friend's throat!
Hoarse, Achilles tried to reason, "We... we're... two men... Tony... we can... talk.. this... out!"
"You're no man, Takos!"
His arms still ached, but when it came to where his air supply was being cut off, Achilles thought he better do `something'. Bringing his primary, left arm back, he fashioned his hand into a fist and with all of his might, drove it in between his chest and Tony straddling him.
"Ug-g-g-g-gh! Oh-h-h-h-h! Oh-h-h! Oh!" Tony belched out, immediately careening off of Achilles' bod.
With haste, Achilles crawled back in a sitting position, using his hands and feet to scramble far away from Tony.
On the floor, in fetal position, Tony held his crotch with both hands and moaned in pain.
With his voice still scratchy, Achilles yelled, "I'm sorry Tone... I had to do it!"
Tony lay there on the floor, his balls bashed in, still in extreme pain, panting.
Achilles, more recovered from the physical aspect of the attack, is surrounded in emotional grief. Here, the man whom was his best friend, whom he thought the world of, loved, had turned on him. With this rationale, Achilles slowly made it to the door. Reaching from the floor, he opened it and crawled out. At the top of the landing he got on his feet and slowly made it down the stairs and out of Tony's house.
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When fifth period ended, Rico waited for Ferran outside their classroom. "So, how did you manage to miss one of the most boring-ist classes?"
Ferran was all smiles.
"Did I miss something awesome?"
All Ferran could do is keep his cheerful disposition and acknowledge in the affirmative, bobbing his head up and down.
"Well?"
Grabbing Rico's arm, Ferran led him to a more secluded spot, the small alcove where the boiler room was hidden away.
"Peterson."
"What about him?"
"I got snagged tailing him in the hallway," Ferran told it like he had just done the fifty yard dash and was recuperating from cardio failure.
"Fuck! He give you detention? Scream and yell at you?"
"No! Hardly! We had a good talk. Guess what?" Ferran said in continual sequence.
Holding a flat hand out, Rico gestured, `what?'
"Mr. Peterson is hairy!"
"What?" Rico asks, wrinkling up his face, the usual when he's like totally confused out of his gourd.
"He opened his shirt and showed me!"
"Whoa! He like stripped off his shirt and showed you?"
"No," Ferran replied. And with both hands did little pulls on his tee shirt, imitating the small triangle Peterson made and said, "he unbuttoned a button of his shirt. I guess I was looking between his pecs and he showed me his chest."
"Peterson bared his chest for you?"
"A little triangle's worth," Ferran said, his hands forming a softened triangle with fingers and thumbs, "about this much and it was so cool seeing all those fibers against his hot chest!"
"Did you get hard?" Rico asks.
"I don't think so, but I know I was feeling something down there!"
All wired up, Rico went with the flow, saying, "Are you him getting together after school to fuck around?"
Ferran finally came down from cloud nine, "Rico, get real!"
"Me? The way you're talking is like you're ready to... hey, is he a top or bottom?"
Standing there, Ferran resorted to crossing his arms across the middle of chest, head cocked to one side, sending a message.
"Well, you saw the guy barechested, so I figured..."
He shouts back, "He was not barechested!"
The two looked around, being Ferran's statement seemed to bounce off the hallway walls and back to them.
"Oh shit! I hope nobody heard you, Ferran."
"Almost nobody!"
Ferran again was as embarrassed as all hell.
"Hey, Mr. Peterson!" Rico exclaimed. And too, to Peterson's sidekick, "How's it going Tom?"
Tom Fuller acknowledged Rico with, "Okay. And you?"
But the main focus of attention was Ferran and Mr. Peterson, locking eyes, Peterson finally asking, "Are you going to lunch with us Ferran?"
"Lunch? We were having lunch together, Ferran?" Rico questions.
"You can come too," Tom Fuller suggests, with amendment directed to Peterson, "he can, can't he?"
"You can come along," Peterson said to Rico.
But, he wasn't born yesterday. Rico could tell by the tone of Peterson's voice he wasn't wanted. "Um, no thanks. I think I'll hang out here at school."
For several moments, Ferran's attention dragged along with Rico's dejected look, his eyes to the floor as he walked away, a hand slamming somebody's locker door closed, making a thud which rattled down the hallways.
"Um, I think I'll make it another time Mr. Peterson," Ferran replies. "Thanks anyway," he said, walking away, down the hall in Rico's wake. The locker door Rico had picked on, bounced open. Ferran gave it another push. It stayed shut.
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Still on the floor, Tony lay there, faced down. By now, the pain in his balls had subsided somewhat, but he was still tender down there. "Oh fuckin' shit!" he finally came out with, instead of groans of pain. He rolled over, his pain reduced to one hand holding his joystick. The other arm, the back of his hand against his eyes, shut out the world momentarily. Finally, gaining some control, Tony realizes what he's done. "Oh fuck Takos!" Thinking the friendship over, he still had a feeling of remembrance, trying to get up. Rolling back on his stomach, he tried to get up onto his knees. "Oh shit!" he cried out when it `really' hurt. He fell back down onto the rug. Instead, he moved over by the bed, sat up and pushed his hands on the rug till his back was upright against it. "Oh man. What am I gonna do?"
Right now nothing in the world mattered. He didn't give a damn that he wasn't at the university, missing one class and should be trekking across campus to the next. First, it was on his mind how he had it in him to do serious harm, choking his best friend. And like he was in conversation, "I can't believe I wanted to choke you Takos!" He looked up like Achilles was standing there. Then he closed his eyes.
Opening them, he closed them again to rub them with his fist. "Oh man!" It seemed to also change the subject matter of his thoughts. And then in complaint, "Oh fuck, I'm gay!"
It hurt, but he managed to push himself up, launch himself onto the bed. Then, on his belly, crawled the bed up to the head. He parked his head in the pillow. He couldn't recall till way back in his childhood, but he put his pride aside, stepped out character, from being such a tough man and began crying.
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