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GeTTiNG ReaDY FoR CoLLeGe 19 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Lying through his teeth, Zack talked to the administrative secretary at school, withing the given window time allotted teachers to call out. He just knew he should have chosen the other room to call, what with Ferran making faces at first, then toying with his cock and balls, a hand from Zack to swat the teasing hands away.
"Good thing I'm an aspiring actor!" Zack said after the phone went dead.
"I thought you were a teacher?"
"I am, but I do have an interest in acting."
Lying there in bed, Ferran still toyed with Zack's bod, a finger brushing circles around Zack's hairy nips. "So like someday you're going to be a famous soap opera star?"
"Soap, not, but I would like to delve into community theater. Maybe this summer I'll try my hand at it."
Ferran smiled as he replied, "Like my hand is doing right now?" As if a slippery slope, his hand skiied right down to the 'lodge'.
"Mm-m," Zack replied. "You have a very talented hand."
"Like you didn't know that already?"
"And a very talented cock!"
Ferran does admit, "It did feel good inside you.. nice and tight, especially when you did that tighten up thing."
"Tightened up? I don't do that for just anybody!"
"I thought you said I was the first?" Ferran asks, regarding the fuck-job.
"You are, were... will always be the one-and-only!"
Zack's statement of fidelity made the two once again ignite the flame, caressing and kissing. And then lay together like that, quiet thoughts on their minds, both falling asleep in each other's arms.
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Quite to the contrary, on the homefront, Kevan was waking up. On the back of his neck he felt Tony's warm breath on the exhaling of his lungs, a soft, warm breeze. Taking Tony's arms he squeezed them more into himself as if a warming shawl. He closed his eyes, thinking of how secure he felt. Then, suddenly the arms were acting out on their own!
"Did I wake you Tony?"
"Yup, but so what... what time is it?"
"Almost nine."
"Good. I've got a little over an hour before my class. How about you?"
"I guess I'll play hooky."
"You mo-certainly will not!"
"What was that?" Kevan asks.
"Mo-certainly... something our dad says when he wants us to do something and you know what?"
"What?" Kevan smiles up at Tony, gazing into his eyes with all sincerity.
"It works!"
"Better than a belt?"
"You and your belt... you get in the shower and I'll make us up something to eat."
"Alright if I use your shaver, Tony?"
Getting some minimum clothing on, Tony responds to the voice from the jon, "You've got more hair below your navel than on your face, Kevan!"
"I know," Kevan says, leaning out of the door. "Cool huh?"
Walking over to the door, one of Tony's hands checks out the teen treasure trail, giving it a few little tugs as the other hand cradles the back of Kevan's head.
And, each turning to they own morning chore, as Tony walks down the stairs to the kitchen, he's smiling, not even thinking it's a man he's left upstairs, but not some girl he picked up last night!
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"So, are you up for a visit to the villa?"
"For real?" Ferran says as they still lounge in the bed.
"All I have to do is pick up the phone, make the call and the staff will busy themselves in getting it ready for us," Zack replies.
"Cool!"
Zack took that as a yes, so pushed number '2' on the phone, which automatically hooked him up with the seaside villa.
While Zack chatted, Ferran make his exit, the need to tinkle. Enroute, he thought about how nice it was to miss school on Friday for the purpose of readying himself for a weekend in the lap of luxury. But with those thoughts came the one, "OMG Zack!"
"What?"
"I've got to stop at home and pick up some clothes."
"Whatsamatter? You don't like mine?"
"Um, like you're a thirty-six and I'm a thirty-two waist? There 'is' a little difference."
"Okay. We'll stop by your place on the way, how's that? But don't bring too many clothes!"
He smiled, which made Ferran do the same, sending a message which was recognized and understood.
"I've also arranged a small brunch for us beside the pool, so we'll stop and have a tiny bite to eat."
"Cool."
So, wearing what he wore before dinner yesterday, the two head out towards the Gennaro residence.
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"'All shaved and ready to go!"
Tony examines Kevan's face, coming up with, "Nice and close. I hope you didn't touch the trail!"
"Took it right off!" Kevan exclaims.
"What?" Tony questions, ripping Kevan's tee shirt up his chest, his fingers slightly lowering his jeans, concluding, "You did not!"
"I got to thinking while I was in the shower Tony?"
"Yeah?" Tony says as he turns scrambled eggs out onto a plate.
"It was real cool licking and sucking you last night and I was wondering if maybe you wanted to do the same to me tonight?"
Tony thought they would take it one step at a time. First step was the two getting ready for school. Second would be getting there. Tony knew he wouldn't be able to concentrate waiting for number three, after his classes were done. And last night, other than sex, not much else was talked about. Mostly it was all action, with little conversation. As they sit down, face each other at the kitchen table, he asks, "So, what do you plan to do when you graduate?"
Kevan was a little confused. "Um, I haven't declared a major yet, but I've got another three years to go to make up my mind and pursue it."
"Wait!" Tony said, dropping his forkful of eggs to his plate.
"What?"
"You're in college?"
"Well sure. I thought you knew that. I go to Brookdell. I'm in my freshman year. Why?" Kevan already knew why, letting out a chuckle as Tony gathers his wits. "You thought I was in high school? I'm nineteen Tony. Don't I look it?"
"No," Tony was frank.
"OMG Tony! I can't believe you thought I was in high school. Is it because I don't have to shave?"
"That's it!" Tony says, driving the point with his fork, even though it wasn't the reason, Kevan just 'looking' like a newborn teenager.
"Is not. You really thought I was only eighteen. Or seventeen?"
"I don't mess with juveniles. Besides Mr. Smart-ass, you can't get into the club without I.D. and on your I.D. it has to say you're at least eighteen, so at least I thought you were eighteen. Besides, if you go to Brookdell, how come I haven't seen you around?"
"Um, could it be you didn't know me, therefore didn't know who to look for, dah?"
Still accusing him of being a smart-ass, Tony doesn't think twice, hearing the front door open.
Like any other day, he hears Ferran yell, "Anybody home?"
"We're in here!" He then panics. Here he sits in the kitchen in only his briefs, Kevan sitting across from him in full clothing. "Oh shit!" He hastily gets up, grabs an apron and throws it over his head.
"Hey Ton....y?" Ferran stops mid thought, his eyes darting back and forth between his brother and the other guy sitting at the table.
"Oops!" Says Zack, butting into Ferran as he stops short.
It's a stalemate of sorts, the two 'extras' in in the brothers' lives.
"This is my friend Kevan," Tony says.
Ferran, ready to answer with 'teacher', changes it to, "This is my friend Zack."
Of course, the two are wondering, Ferran seeing what looks to be a kid from his own high school, Tony wondering who this older guy is with his brother.
Speaking first, Ferran asks Kevan, "Do we both go to the same high school? I mean I haven't seen you. Have you seen me?"
Tony, reverting to his protective nature asks Zack, "You aren't in high school are you?"
"Indirectly, yes," Zack replies, adding, "I'm your brother's English teacher, Zack Peterson."
Offering a hand, Tony asks, "He's not in any trouble is he?"
"No," is all Zack renders, not sure how to present the situation to Tony, figuring he'd leave it up to the brothers.
While they were greeting each other, Kevan chatted with Ferran.
Suddenly the room erupts with Ferran's voice, "You did 'what' with Tony last night?" Out in the open, Tony becomes the center of attention, Ferran going to the source, "Kevan said he slept with you last night Tony... um, with no clothes on?" Kevan had mentioned more, but Ferran started with enough said.
"Um, uh... well," Tony stuttered, his whole bod a rose-red color.
Zack says, "Um, Kevan, I think we better get some fresh air?" Kevan takes his plate of food and cup of coffee with him. Zack steals a biscuit and they take leave, 'in a hurry'!
Then, walking right up to his brother, Ferran puts it to him, "You're gay Tony?"
"Um, just what did Kevan tell you?"
"Well it was more than having a cum-shooting contest!"
"Oh."
"His exact words were of giving you a blowjob and when he had gotten you nice and firm you fucked him?"
"Well it sort of went like that," and Tony probably should have taken the short route, but in a shocked state he elaborates, "It took awhile before I got up enough nerve to... 'enter' him."
Sure, Ferran was shocked, but then he remembers a little thing hiding in his past too, something which has come to fruition over the duration of an evening. Before Tony has to do some detective work of his own, Ferran confesses, "Tony, Zack is more than my English teacher at school."
"Huh?" Tony was still thinking about himself, not getting the gist of what his brother was pouring out upon him.
"Tony, Zack and I are lovers and I fucked him last night."
"You what?"
Much more subdued than his brother, Ferran says, "Yeah. Looks like we're both in the same boat. I don't know how long you've known it Tony, but Rico and me have known it since junior high school."
"Known what?"
Figuring his brother still in state of shock, Ferran says, "Being gay. How long have you known?"
"How long have I known? Since only last night... well a little before... before I met up with Takos at the club, where I met Kevan. Wow! I've gotta sit down."
And before Tony did, he grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels off the counter. Reaching over to the sink, he upended his coffee mug and refilled it.
"Tony, it's only nine thirty in the morning!"
"So?" he said, shucking down more than a jigger full.
Big man Ferran takes the bottle and downs a swig, coughing his lungs out.
"You okay bro?" Tony takes the initiative to jump out of his seat.
"I'm, fine," Ferran says in a squeaky rendition of his regular voice.
In walks Zack, trailed by Kevan, asking, "Did we give you enough time?"
Kevan, on the other hand, excitedly reports, "Hey Tony, Zack just invited us down to his villa on the shore for the weekend. What do you say?"
Glancing at Ferran, Zack says, "I hope I wasn't a bad boy in asking?"
Right away Kevan picks up on it, saying, "Are you into bdsm too?"
"What?" Ferran asks.
Zack new what it was. He had dabbled in college a little.
On the other hand, Tony was in a panic, telling, "Kevan, can we hold that subject for awhile. I think we have enough food for thought going at the moment?"
"Oh sure."
And if things hadn't gotten so haywired enough, the phone rings.
"I wonder who that could be?" Tony asks.
Kevan guesses, "Probably Achilles or his brother, wondering what happened last night."
"Achilles' has a brother?" Ferran asks.
Without Tony there, he couldn't censor the conversation, Kevan telling how they met at the gay leather bar and it was only because somebody else took Demetrius, who was a 'dog', off of Tony's hands and since Tony didn't have anyone to call his own, Kevan became Tony's slave!
"I don't get it. You're Tony's Slave?" Ferran asks.
Zack interjects, "I think what Kevan is saying is last night he was Tony's slave. It's only a game. Roleplaying. But now," and he turns to Kevan, rather explaining it to his student-lover, "the game's off, right?"
"Mutually, yeah, but I think Tony can still get into giving me a whipping on the bum with a belt, so that's cool."
"Tony wouldn't hurt a flea!" Ferran reports.
"Somebody mention my name?"
Tony had returned and Ferran had a lot of questions to put to him, but for right now he asks, "Who was on the phone?"
"Oh! That was Rico. He says he hopes you don't mind, but he says to tell you he and 'Clay'?"
"Rico's new boyfriend," Ferran says.
Tony, his look telling Ferran he knows about Rico being gay, "Yeah, well he says he won't be seeing you till Monday."
Clearing his throat, Zach says, "You know I think it would be a great idea if you and your boyfriend came with us so you two," meaning the brothers, "could sort things out and more or less 'get used' to your new lifestyles?"
Kevan, beyond the brothers' new discovery, says, "Yeah, Zack says the villa is loaded with shirtless butlers and there's a heated swimming pool, a sauna," and, "What else Zack?"
"Tennis court? Gym? Other cool stuff to keep us entertained."
Right now, Ferran and Tony had their minds on more than amenities. Tony drank from the cup, Ferran taking it from his hand, then passing it back. This time he didn't choke!
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