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GeTTiNG ReaDY FoR CoLLeGe 16 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Tony had only been to Achilles' house once before, so it was tricky picking out which street was the one off of Valley Road. "Inwood. That's it!" He turned right, pulling up to a rather well to do, multi-layered home, in an eclectic style. "Here goes," he says, looking in the car mirror to straighten his tie. He stepped out and went to close it, "Oh!" He reached back in, across the street to retrieve the bunch of flowers he picked up at the florist. He laughed at himself as he began the few feet walk up the flagstone walk, "Bringing flowers to give to a 'guy'... now you've really lost it Tony!"
He rang once, hearing a series of tones bounce off the inside walls. He waited. He tried again, kind of hoping his pal wouldn't answer. His spirits were dashed when he heard the door being unlocked from the inside.
"Yeah?" came the rough, bellowing voice from behind the screen door.
Tony gulped, eyeing the guy from head to toe. Black hair, beard, looking like he was lounging around since he didn't have a shirt on, but the furry chest and stomach registering too as something 'nice'.
Before he says anything, the dude hollers out, "Killer, it's one of your gay friends!" Then, mellowing out, he held the door for Tony, "C'mon in."
"Thanks," Tony replied as he crossed the threshhold of no return.
"Killer's in the shower. He's getting ready for some special date tonight," the guy explains.
"Are you... family?" Tony tries to weasel his way in to dig up a name.
"Killer's my brother. I'm Demetrius."
Tony shook his hand, thinking 'what a grip!' "Nice to meet you. I'm Tony."
"Oh, so you're the guy who almost choked the living daylights out of my little brother?" Demetrius put on a show of maybe turning Tony into a fence post and pounding him into the ground with his fist. But he was totally off base, Demetrius mellowing out, "You know you must mean a lot to Killer?"
"Yeah?" Tony replied for lack of words.
"I find it myself, tough going up against Killer. It's not everybody who can take him on, put him down and then turn around and be forgiven."
Tony still wasn't sure about all this. "Really?"
"Yeah. Back in grammar school, he used to take on any kid who sassed him. And forget it. When he hit high school? If he heard the word 'faggot', the guy was 'history' and I don't mean the kind you learn in school!"
Tony smiled. Demetrius seemed to have the same laugh as his brother. As far as the physical was concerned, as much as he could view, Achilles had the same features regarding hair patterns, same build, although he wasn't so sure about what Demetrius was packing, so couldn't draw any conclusions. But just the laughter made Tony at least crack a smile. "So I guess Takos... I mean 'Killer' told you everything?"
Sitting down next to Tony, on the sofa, Demetrius treated Tony like one of his buddies, placing his muscled arm over the length of Tony's shoulders. "Hey, Killer and me are really close. I'm sure he's told you each of us are the only family we have?"
"Um, not really," Tony said, their association more a part of their circle of college jocks and not delving into the personal aspect.
"Oh, well...."
As Demetrius went on to tell the story of how their small family kept on getting smaller, till it whittled away to where it were only the brothers left, Tony sat there taking it all in. Same time, every time Demetrius used his arms of hands to explain something, like a plane trip or waves from a ship, his limbs would scrape along the side of him. Too, something strange, analyzing it after thinking about it, he had a strong desire to be stripped down to the waist so he could take the advantage of feeling Demetrius' hairy self scrape against his bod!
"So what about your family, Tony?" As Tony told everything in as little words as possible, Demetrius' arm again took lodging along the ridge of his shoulder blades. Tony gave him the 'short history' version.
"Hey then," Demetrius said with affection, using the inside of his elbow to put Tony in a loving headlock, "it's like you and brother an' me an' Killer. Two and two."
And as far as Tony knew, "Yeah. One gay and one straight," him being the one associated with the 'gay' part of the equation.
"Um, sorry if you were under the impression Tony."
"Of?" Tony began to have his doubts.
"Yeah, it's not exactly how it is. I mean you and your straight brother. Killer and I are both gay."
Before Tony could respond, not that he had it all thought out what his words would be, they both look towards the doorway when they hear, "Cutting in on my love interest Demmie?"
"Oh this?" Demetrius replies to his brother, lifting his arm from around Tony's shoulders. "I was just resting it."
"Trust me," Tony says, "he didn't put any moves on me."
But Demetrius tells, "Not that I didn't want to, mind you!"
Achilles bluntly says, "Get out!"
"See what a nice brother he is?" Demetrius says as he catapults himself out of the deep, cushy sofa.
Tony watches as Demetrius passes by Achilles, putting his flat hand on his brother's tee shirt, and giving him an affectionate, tender tummy rub as he passes by.
"Nice guy," Tony says.
For now Achilles was keeping his distance, arms folded across his chest, right shoulder leaning against the door frame, legs crossed as he stood in a casual manner. "You look nice, Tone."
"Oh here," Tony says about the bouquet, "they are for you." Tony lifted some of the wilted stems, trying to make them stay upright. "Sorry."
"I accept your apology," Achilles said, unfolding his bunched up bod.
"No. I meant about the flowers." Then, realizing what he's said, "Oh and I mean about the way I acted too. I'm sorry I," and he drew off of Demetrius' phrasing, "tried to choke the living daylights out of you. I... I never did that to anyone before, Takos. I don't know what came over me."
In a subdued manner, as Achilles sits on the sofa, instead of where Demetrius warmed it up, the other arm of the three-seater, he replies, "Remember, I'm the pschology major. I understand."
"You do?" Tony says. "Um, sure you do... um, do you mind explaining it to me?"
"When you realized you were gay, instead of thinking logically about it, saying it, 'I'm gay' and thinking that this is the person whom you really are, you panicked. And, instead of accepting the responsibility of yourself being a person you didn't wish to connect with, you took your anger and frustration out on me."
"Shit! That's deep. So what you're saying is I thought of you as me and I wanted to..." Tony thought 'kill' was too intense, so modified it, "harm the 'me' in 'you'?"
"I became your conscience Tone because I was the one who was unearthing those feelings deep within your soul. In reality, 'you' didn't want to believe what your 'heart and soul' were telling you. You rebelled and in the process, took it out on me. That's why I don't hold it against you for what you did. I understand Tone. You're not the only one who has been through this transformation."
"I don't know if I get everything you're saying Takos."
"And you won't. Realizing who you are and becoming the person you were 'meant' to be takes an enormous amount of time. It doesn't happen overnight, nor in a day or week. But you've taken the first steps to making a new and different life for yourself."
Feeling good about everything Achilles has said, Tony replies, "And I'm glad I have someone who can be there for me when I go through those times when things become a little sketchy."
He began inching his way across the sofa, but bonked when Achilles got up on his feet. He returned to 'holding up the door frame'. "I'll be only a phone call away Tone, but I think it best for you to explore on your own."
"But I thought we had something going Takos?"
"I tried to tell myself the same thing and you know what my deep, inner self said?"
"What?"
Achilles speculated, "I think we go through life meeting people and choosing to love them in either one of two ways. We can fall deep in love with those whom we care to have a relationship with, which is usually equated to that one special person, but then there are others whom we love and care about... friends and Tone? I think it would be best if we left it as 'friends'?"
Tony hadn't an agenda when he came to Achilles' home. He didn't know what to expect in the first few minutes or half hour. Hearing Achilles' remarks end in a question, he figured he had to settle on an answer. "Ah, yeah. That's cool. 'Friends' is good," he bestowed upon his college bud, as he got up, figuring this was the end of his visit, headed for the door.
Walking towards the door, it gave Achilles indication Tony understood. "Hey, Tone?"
"Yeah?" Tony asks, turning around. Biggest surprise of his life was Achilles, taking his cheeks in his hands, puckering up and kissing him on the lips.
"You're a special friend, Tone. Call me?"
"Sure," Tony replied. Without turning back he proceeded out to his car. Getting in he sat there for a moment. Then, putting the key in the ignition he looked up towards the front door. It was closed. 'So,' he thought, 'this closes one of the doors of my life, while I walk down the gay path'. He was proud of himself, since he wasn't a psychology major and sucked when it came to that stuff. But he learned a lot in the fraction of an hour he chatted with Achilles.
"Hey Tony! Wait up!"
Hearing the voice and the loud tap of a palm of a hand on the hood of his car, Tony ceased backing out of the driveway. "Demetrius?" he questioned as Achilles' bro stood at the side of his car.
Twirling his finger around in a circle, Demetrius was telling him to unroll his window. "Say, tough break between you and Killer."
"Thanks," Tony replies.
"I was headed out clubbing and wondered if you wanted to take a ride?"
"Like where?" Tony inquires.
"Gay bar a few miles up the road. We can check out some hot guys. Maybe hookup."
"I don't know," Tony thought about it instantaneously.
"Hey, like little bro says, you gotta get some experience. Why not start tonight?"
Demetrius sounded mighty convincing and thinking about his gay side coming out from his heart and soul, he 'was' feeling some tingling sensations, irking him on. "Sure," he replied.
"Cool," Demetrius replied. Even though twenty-five years old, he could still relate to the word. "We'll take your car."
When Demetrius got inside, Tony realizes his dress code. "You're going like that?"
"Sure. At 'this' bar you wouldn't see too much in the way of clothing."
Nice black boots on his feet, a tight pair of leather pants, a leather vest which looked like it was at least two sizes too small, Tony comments, "They won't throw you out for indecent exposure?"
"Only if I decide to unveil the goods!"
Having backed up to the end of the driveway, Tony sat there a moment, watching Demetrius brace his core and thrust his pelvis outwards. Same time he was unsnapping something.
"Easy exit!" Demetrius said, laughing at his own joke as the pouch became loose. As Demetrius peeled it back, out pops his balls, his cock immediately following.
"You're um, big," Tony says.
"Yeah," Demetrius says, revealing, "pumped it up and put a cock ring around the base. It'll stay nice hard while some college dude sucks on it."
Getting the connection, Tony says, "Hey, what if I see a guy I know from the college there?"
Still stuffing his package back in, Demetrius replies, "What's the sweat Tony? They'll be there for the same reason you are. A guy doesn't step foot into a gay bar unless he's gay or 'gay-curious'."
"Gay-curious?"
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"So, what's your pleasure?"
"Huh?" Ferran asks, watching his english teacher holding open the refrigerator door.
"I meant food?" Then bending over to look, "You have a choice between leftover lasagna, which has been in here for about five days or something more fresher..."
"Shouldn't that be 'fresh' and not 'fresher' Mr. Peterson?"
Turning his attention to Ferran, "You got me there. So, it's the dried out lasagna or the 'unfresh' chicken casserole."
"My choice is.... you!"
"That's right!" Peterson says, slamming the fridge door closed. "You were going to supply me with a delicious protein meal, weren't you?"
Ferran started giggling, stepping backwards as his teacher made small advances. "Um, Mr. Peterson, um, like, um..."
But even though he got close enough to touch, Peterson didn't. Instead, "Mr. Peterson? It's Mr. Peterson in school, but when we're on our own time, it's 'Zack' and that's with a 'k' and not an 'h'."
"I wouldn't know which is proper english, 'Zack'. What happens if we're back on the school clock and I accidentally slip and call you Zack-with-a-k?"
"Just make sure you say it with an 'h'!"
They were toying with each other and when they ran out things to say, Zack took it upon himself to fill in the void.
"I'm not sure about this Mr. Peterson," Ferran said when he stood with his back pinned to the wall.
"Zack-with-a-k, remember?" Zack replies, his hands lifting Ferran's tee shirt, invading the privacy of his teen bod.
"Oh-h-h-h-h," Ferran said, then adding some humor, "I can't believe I'm being molested by the hottest teacher at school!"
But things got more 'molesting', Zack pushing Ferran's tee shirt up till his armpits gave resistance. "Well?"
"Mr. Peterson... I mean Zack," Ferran goes on to say as he purposefully keeps his arms stiff at his sides, "What would really happen if this got out? I would hate for anything to happen to you."
"Why?"
"Well because it could mean your job if anybody got wind of you having sex with one of your students!"
"No, I mean why would you hate for anything to happen to me?"
"I just said it. If anybody found out..."
"That's them, the community, but right now it's nobody but you and me. So, why would you hate for anything to happen to me?"
Well for one thing, Ferran was definitely feeling something, with hands running along his bod at abs level, sometimes planing upwards, moving over his pecs, thumbs keying in on his teen nips, then retracing the course. But he knew this wasn't where Zack was headed. "Because I care about you?"
"Are you asking me or telling me?"
Ferran gulped. Instead of things progressing upwards, he heard and felt his belt buckle being 'hand'led! Instead of laying out his feelings, which at this time he wasn't sure of, he threw it back into Zack's tennis court, "Like where do you think I'm headed with this?"
"We'll never find out if you don't lift your arms up!" Zack lays out his answer, accompanied by a wide, toothy grin.
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"Nervous Tony?"
"Does it look like I'm nervous Demetrius?"
"All my 'close' friends call me Demmie and yeah, you look as nervous as hell and frankly, Tony, you're much too overdressed."
"Should I take the tie off and unfasten one or two buttons. Think that'll do?" Tony replies nervously.
"You might pass if you take off the tie, the jacket, the shirt and..." he whips something black out of his pocket, "change into this?"
Off the tip of Demmie's finger hangs a black speedo, or something resembling it.
"There's like nothing to it, Demet... I mean Demmie," Tony says, intently studying the skimpy ware for the bottom.
"Yeah. I suspect you'll draw in a lot of your cocksucking colleagues."
"Oh fuck! That would be one of my worst nightmares!"
"What would be?"
"Some guy who I might or might not know, from my own college, deciding he wants to..."
"Suck you off Tony? Hey, if he hints at it, take him in the jon, bend him over a sink and fuck his tight ass!"
It's not like Achilles didn't indoctrinate him, but that first fuck he chocked up to being seduced into making the choice. "I don't know about fuckin' a guy Demmie."
"On the sofa back there, I took notice how you had a nice tool?"
"Tool?" Tony questioned him.
"Yeah. It's gay lingo for putting your assets to work," Demetrius says.
Tony not only feels it, but looks down between his stomach and the steering wheel, watching Demmie give him a massage. "Oh-h-h-h..."
Stopping with suddenness, Demmie withdraws his hand. "See Tony? Now wouldn't it feel like a million times more sensuous having your cock up some bitch's ass?"
"Bitch?" Tony replied.
"If I sit here and explain the whole 'gay language' to your Tony, it'll be twenty-twenty," he meant the year. "C'mon, let's get you ready."
"Right here? In the car?"
"Why did you think I had you park in the secluded, dark part of the lot?"
"Makes sense, I guess."
So they went to it, Tony taking off his tie while he didn't object to Demmie unbuttoning his shirt. If anything it started him on catching up to Demmie's bulge.
"Oh fuck yeah, Tony, the boys are gonna be swarming around you with an erection like this?"
"And if you don't get your hands off, Demmie, I'm not going to 'have' an erection!"
"Gotcha Tony. Though I wouldn't mind cleaning up, so your car doesn't get all sticky?"
"Hmm," Tony thinks, stopping momentarily of stripping his pants down.
"You thought I was the macho top guy, didn't you?"
"Um... yeah. You're macho alright."
"Before the night's out Tony?"
"Yeah?"
"I'll have sucked off a minimum of twenty-five guys, get a few college dudes to shove their lumber up my ass and maybe even hook up with some leather men."
"Well you sure fooled me," Tony replies.
So, without further complications, Tony is instructed to do it the easy way, step out of his car. With Demmie by his side, he steps out of his pants, strips off his briefs and is standing there totally in the buff, which to him feels quite uncomfortable.
"Hurry, before somebody comes along!"
But somebody did come along. Two 'bears', who whistled catcalls to Tony.
"Oh yeah Tony. You're going to draw them in like bees to honey."
Then, Tony notices Demmie unfastening his chaps. "What are you doing Demmie?"
"Hell Tony. I didn't know you were such a fuckin' stud and I think we are the same size."
Size? Now Achilles did mention something about size and when he compared himself with Demmie, seeing as much as could in the dark, it seemed like he outweighed him in the meat department. "I don't think I'm much bigger than you, Demmie?"
"It's what I figured. Here, put these on."
Tony smiled, actually finding something to humor him during this awkward moment. "I thought you meant..."
"Fuck Tony! You keep thinking like that and you'll be fuckin' every guy in the club, including the DJ!"
So, when they sorted out the clothing matter, Tony wound up 'the leather dude' in the chaps, boots and leather vest. "Um, like these pants you call 'chaps', Demmie?"
"What about 'em," Demmie asks as he steps into the skimpy black briefs intended for Tony.
"They are a little too.... um, low?"
"Lemme see," Demmie says, tucking his hand in the waist and dragging Tony over to one of the very few lights protruding from the club building. "What about 'em?"
"See for yourself, the top of the pants, they're like sagging so low anybody'll be able to see the barrel of my cock?"
"Fuckin' hot Tony. Man, you'll have them eating out of your hands... or rather crotch?"
Demmie laughed hardy and loud, but Tony didn't know about all this. However, here he was, in the parking lot of the gay club, dressed up in Demmie's leather get-up and it's not like he wasn't a guy out for adventure.
"Oh, one other thing," Demmie reaches into the pocket of the vest Tony is wearing. "Almost forgot."
"It looks like a leash for a dog," Tony says as the chain hangs from Demmie's hand.
"Yeah. The finishing touch. Say Tony, you ever have a dog when you were a kid?"
"Nope."
"Oh. Well, if you did, what would you name your dog?"
"I dunno. Fido?"
"Fido's for sissies. Name something else."
"Um, I dunno, um," looking up, the moon is only a quarter of the way visible and the darkness brings on the time of, "Midnight?"
"Midnight huh? Best you can do?"
"Like if we don't hurry up it'll be midnight, Demmie?"
"Oh! I love it!" Demmie exclaims.
"What?" Tony asks.
Instead of a long explanation, as they lock up and head for the club entrance, Demmie is briefing Tony in on the leather lingo and some aspects of behavior. Among other things he asks Tony to refer to him only as 'Midnight'!
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"Y'know Zack, this table is very uncomfortable and my stomach is growling?"
"I was hoping you would feel this way," Zack replies, slowly backing off Ferran, taking his knees off the kitchen table and standing on the floor.
"What? My stomach growling?"
"No. The other one."
Many things flashed through Ferran's mind. One, being horny guys who are only into relationships for the sex, which he would not excuse himself from the feelings towards it, but with what he's been through he would surely dissapoint Rico, but being the more conservative one and outgrown the 'slut' reference. And he was sure Zack was going to suggest moving their little oral scenario upstairs to the bedroom and it's the reason he referred to the hunger pangs.
"How about we get dressed and go out for some food?"
Shocked, a little, but more happy when Zack handed him is shirt. They had only progressed to where he didn't have his tee shirt on and Zack had opened his belt buckle, unzipped his jeans and made love to his cock and balls through his boxer briefs. Zack kept his shirt on even though it was wide open. So, to dress themselves it didn't take much.
"What do you feel like? Italian? Chinese? Thai?"
"You!" Ferran chose.
"Oh-h-h," Zack said as he closed in on Ferran, putting his hands to Ferran's shirted torso, "I'm going to have you for dessert!"
It freaked Ferran out, his high school english teacher kissing him on the lips, even though it didn't last but a few seconds.
"So what'll it be?"
"Can we skip to dessert?"
The whole time they spent walking from the house to the car, a friendly argument ensued, each accusing the other of being 'fast', and not in the walking sense!
"Me?" Ferran argued. "It was you who kept on pushing my tee shirt up, trying to force me to lift my arms!"
"I know," Zack replied. After a brief lull, "I couldn't wait to get my tongue on your luscious bod!"
"Bod? Bod's not a word," Ferran busted his teacher on his grammar.
"It is if 'I' want it to be! Besides, when it comes to your beautiful 'bod', no word can describe it's splendor!"
Ferran laughed his ass off.
"What?" Zack asked with all sincerity.
"Nothing," he said it like a little kid, not owning up to a minute crime committed, but in Ferran's case, he added a light touch to the side of Zack's face, "it's just the 'cute' way you said it. Nothing like you would say in english class!"
"Is that so? And how would I 'like' say it in class?"
"Oh you would do something like this," Ferran said, going into a monologue, fixing his make believe tie, forcing the perfectly tied furnishing up to his neck.
"I don't do 'that'!"
"What?" Ferran asks.
"The shoulder thing," Zack said of Ferran's shrugging motion he did as he cinched the tie. "Now that's something Michael Jackson would do."
"Oh, so you're a Michael Jackson fan, eh?"
"Well I followed his music. I simply adored," and Zack did the 'pinky thing' for Ferran's benefit, "the video to 'Thriller'."
"Oh now that's very 'gay', Zack."
"Yeah," Zack laughed, "I know. I hope you liked the performance!"
"Can you do the dance?"
"Of course!"
Ferran was shocked out of his gourd, Zack doing a perfect moon walk! "Wow! You're good!" he applauded with words and hands.
"Yep! In my younger days I was quite the dancer!"
"Younger days Zack? Like you've got to be only what? Twenty-nine? Thirty?"
"I'll have you know I'm a 'young' twenty-seven!"
With a cocky smile on his face Ferran says, "I figured around there."
With fake anger, Zack drives the point, "Oh no you didn't, you were making me sound like I was over the hill!"
"Over the hill would be like my grandfather... if I had one!"
Ferran struck a sensitive note, which brought the two back down to earth, Zack saying, "So who is it all in your family? I know you have your brother. And your mom and dad are like galavanting around Europe. Are there any sisters?"
"Nope!"
"Aunts and uncles?"
"Nope!"
"Cousins?"
"Nope. I ain't got no relatives other than Tony and well the 'rents don't count."
"Why not?"
"Because they don't pay any attention to Tony and me."
"I," Zack corrects.
"Tony and you? I would have never guessed, Tony being as straight as nail."
"I know, but what concerns me is when are you going to out yourself to him?"
"I don't know," Ferran said, leaning his back up against Zack's car.
"I didn't mean to put the pressure on you Ferran," Zack replies, standing very close to Ferran, almost his face in Ferran's face, the rest of the bod lining up.
"You're not. You think I'm going to let a teacher tell me what to do? Besides, I think you're putting enough pressure on me right now? Um, like isn't us being together supposed to be secret?"
"We dont' really need to keep it a secret?"
"Yes we do, Mr. Peterson."
"Yeah, I guess we should. But I'd rather have it out in the open, than this behind everyone's back."
"Me too, but maybe someday we can!" Ferran said. Then he adds, "But when are we going to get some chow?"
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