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GeTTiNG ReaDY FoR CoLLeGe 02 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Ferran walks back to his suitcase and shakes his head, thinking of all the time and consideration it took to pack it and Tony just tossed out most of its contents.
"Hey, look who's here bro!"
First things first, Ferran grabs at the speedo, making sure it is covering everything up. "Who ordered pizza?" he asks Tony.
"Who knows? But I told Rico here I'd buy the pizza he delivered if he joined in on our cum-shooting contest."
"You did what?" Ferran says, flabbergasted.
"Could be cool," Rico replies as he lifts the tails of his pizza shop emblazoned tee shirt.
Same time he felt preposterous about Tony stealing Rico away from his delivery, Ferran way too turned on to worry about trivial matters. So he kept his hand on the speedo, lest something should fall out!
Tony was as hard as his brother and knowing why Ferran kept his pubes incognito, Tony says, "Yeah, me too bro. Bet you're as hard as I am, huh?"
Since Tony paved the way, with his excuses, Ferran dropped the drape over his pubes and imitated his brother, holding his hard shaft in his hand, gently rubbing the barrel.
"No fair. You guys are like way ahead of me!"
Knowing the guy from his senior class, Ferran voices opinion, "Oh you'll catch up, Rico."
"How do you mean that Ferran?"
Proud Tony comes up with, "He didn't mean anything by it Leo. Get over it. My bro ain't no homo, if thats what youre thinking. He's as straight a nail."
In his mind Ferran added, `Bent' and felt somewhat relieved thinking it. Like it didn't bother him his brother was lying for him, yet not lying if he didn't know the secreted truth.
"Nada. I wasn't thinking it at all Tony," even though he was, in hope Tony's brother could be anything more than straight, more like himself. In a way he thought maybe Ferran was out to his brother and if true, it would be the first time he ever mentioned anything gay about himself to another human. "Um, can we get on with this? I like'hav'got to get back to the store."
Poor Tony, if he had only known Ferran and Rico were paying more attention to their own lower bod workouts than his, paid more attention to Ferran imitating Rico, his free hand toying with his nipple after Rico began doing the same thing. More than, no twice or more, the two eighteen year olds looked up to exchange looks.
Ferran even voiced opinion between his moaning, which seemed different than just stroking off, the feeling of the electricity flowing down his bod to his pubes with each pinch or mash. He wondered if Rico thought the way he did, as he toyed with his nip, imagined it were Rico's lips on his pec.
Dropping his hand when he realized the display of feeling-good emotions, Ferran smiled back at Rico, leaving his hand on his nip. Rico's hand slid up his bod and engaged in the extra added effect driving him up into a sexual frenzy.
"Okay!" Tony sudden stops `looking towards the ceiling with his eyes closed', "I'm ready to blast!"
The two hands dropped from pecs when Tony opened his eyes to the two.
"Um, I'm ready. You ready Rico?" Ferran asks.
"Been ready!"
"Cool. Stand next to me," Tony replied.
His feelings inside were boasting' with not only sexual emotion, but Ferran had some proud emotion built up when he saw, standing right next to his bro, his cock was way longer' than Tony's.
On Tony's other side, Rico was feeling much the same reaction, only he was comparing a high school guy to a college jock and felt he really had it over on Tony, as representation of `all' college dudes.
Nothing more than emotional build up came from Tony as he hemmed and hawed, his torso bucking as he strained his voice, "Ooooooooooh-oooooooooooooooooooh-OOOOOH!" his cock erupting. But as his emotions faded, so did his bod react, him collapsing to his knees saying how hot it felt.
"Um, you got a tissue?" Rico asks.
Thoughts from Ferran, he had a sneaky suspicion regarding Rico. Too, as Rico licked his lips, Ferran could almost swear his high school peer `wanted him'.
Sensing Ferran still in the closet, he had his thought of, if Tony wasn't in their midsts, he would be insistent on taking care of Ferran's sloppy cock juice covering not only his barrel, but his hand and the droplets of cum on his foot, some clinging to his pubic bush.
Then again, Ferran thought otherwise, maybe Rico being straight. Tony himself said straight guys like some of the same things gay guys liked. Nip-tweaking didn`t mean Rico was gay, plus he took into consideration the masculine manner in which Rico conducted himself. On the other side of the coin, if Rico 'was' gay, just maybe he thought Rico might be expecting the same of him, falling to his knees and taking care of his leftover cock-excrement?
Without even pulling the metal tab from the carpenter's ruler, Tony declares, "I came close!"
Rico's and Ferran's attention is drawn to where Tony is on all fours, inspecting the three puddles of cum.
Smiling, Rico's eyes point out something only two gay guys would think of, Ferran adding humor to his face, he too looking upon his brother's ass sticking up. True to their thinking too, Rico tumbles his deflated balls, a sure sign of an intended act.
"Yeah," Ferran says out loud, catching his unspoken emotion with his hand sealing his lips.
"Glad you agree," Tony says, getting up.
Not paying attention, Ferran's blunder pitched to Rico, was caught by Tony's ears.
"Sorry bro, but Rico has you beat by about a fraction of an inch."
"I'm so sad," Ferran replies, a smile on his lips.
Both of the teens break out in laughter.
"Um, did I miss something?" Tony asks.
"Not a thing," and to throw off suspicion Ferran asks, "So what's Rico's prize?"
Coming up with brilliance, Rico offers, "I can't return the two pies to the store... if you think... you know."
"Get your clothes on. My treat!"
"Going someplace?" Rico asks Ferran after Tony leaves the room for the family cookie jar.
"My mom and step-father are away in France, they left Tony to take care of me'," Ferran says it in a way which says he's capable of doing it himself. "Tony's college buddies are headed off to Aruba for spring break. He says it's like I'm going to be such an imposition, but at the same time he acts excited because it'll give him a chance to show me how to pick up babes' on the beach!"
Zipping up his jeans, Rico makes the known assumption, "But you're not into `babe's? Are you?"
"Hell no!" Ferran returns with conviction.
Hesitating, the two know the score. They just came out to each other, officially.
"Then what are you going to do?"
Joking, he says, "Stuff you in my suitcase!"
They laugh it off, but Rico says in all sincerity, "I think I can convince my bro to lend me the money?"
It then got into the personal vein, Rico explaining his brother in co-ownership of the pizza parlor and that he's not really in need of working, but "They tell me at least I'm more reliable than some of the college dudes they hire, thinking play' comes before work'."
"You said `they'?" Ferran questions as he still stands there with some cum drying on his curly-brown pubes.
Sitting on the floor, tying his sneakers, Rico replies, "My brother and his partner."
"Like in partners-in-owning-the-store?"
"Um, like that, but also partners-in-bed and other stuff!"
"Oh," Ferran answers.
For all of a minute, Rico has been sitting there, his shirt lying on the floor next to him, his arms corralling his knees as they butt against his chest. He looks to the door and seeing `no Tony', nor his hearing revealing any evidence of being in the vicinity, he says, "Y'know if we were alone I wouldn't mind cleaning the cum off of you?"
It was the first hint of any person living which gave inclination of doing anything man-to-man. Tony, well he was straight. As for Rico, he assumed he was gay, but decided to confirm, "Are you like... gay?"
Already knowing it, having a gay brother and in-law, Rico replies, "Of course. Same as you."
It was also a first, a living being assigning, rather than asking him. "Um yeah. I am... gay." Ferran knew it would come someday and it felt strange admitting it out loud. Somehow practicing it in front of mirror was totally a different experience.
"I knew it as soon as Tony brought me in the room."
"Knew it? How could you? Except for around school.... We never talked with each other... I don't think I did."
Cutting through the BS, Rico chuckles and says, "We never talked, but I kind of had the feeling. Gianni calls it `gaydar'."
"Gaydar, like in radar?"
Pushing up, hands to the sides of his ass, launching himself off the floor, Rico replies, "You know you catch on pretty quick?"
Ferran wasn't talking right now. The two eighteen year olds stood there gazing into each other's eyes. They `wanted to', but both knew Tony could be on his way.
"All I could find is twenty bucks!" Tony said as his feet make noise on the carpet-covered stairs.
Breaking out of their gay moment, the two disengaged hands, Rico swinging around so he stood next to Ferran, instead of facing him.
"Twenty bucks is good!" Rico said rather rushed.
"Cool," Tony replies. "I thought is was more, but um.... I don't have enough for a tip."
Still in the buff, Ferran prances across the room to the closet. "I think I have a few ones in my wallet."
It's all Rico could do, keeping his eyes on Tony and not Ferran's bouncy anatomy.
"Here," Tony says, picking up Rico's shirt. "Don't forget this."
"Yeah," Rico jokes, "My brother will think I'm sunning on a lawn someplace instead of working my nose to the grindstone!"
"Um, yeah," Tony replies in a subdued tone. In reality he didn't want the conversation to stray towards Gianni on account of him and his buds having frequented Terranova's Pizza Restaurant and noticed on some occasions Rico's brother kissing some other guy. Instead of referencing Rico's relations he says, "I've been in there. The pizza's great."
"How's two bucks sound?"
"Really you don't have to...."
"I `want' to," Ferran replies as if sending a secret message along with his communication.
And as Tony accompanied Rico downstairs, Ferran grabbed of all things, the speedo to cover up some of himself.
Providing light conversation, Tony says to Rico, "Anytime you want to go up against any of my college buds, name the time and I'll arrange it. Man, would be hot as hell watching a high school dude beating the pants off a bunch of college jocks!"
To Rico, he was reading Tony's message, the correct meaning, but if he was joking with Gianni and his partner, Andres, the subject would lean towards gay, sexual connotations. He was smiling, thinking of some, his thoughts taking him out of the straight realm, thinking of how much fun it could be `going up against' some hot college jocks!
"I'll walk him out," Ferran said to Tony.
"I better go see about how I'm going to soak all of that cum out of the rug!"
And to `seal the deal' with Tony, Rico yells, "I'll let you know when I can go up against your friends, Tony."
Holding the screen door open Tony shouts back, "Give me a call whenever your ready."
He figured Rico was open to talking about it, so Ferran says, "Tony's got a lot of college friends. Trust me. All of them are built like they see the inside of a gym everyday. Are you sure you can `handle' them all?"
"With you along with me it shouldn't be a problem!" Rico replied. He looked around, down the long, curvy driveway, looked over the shrubbery and other greenery, the orchard and seeing not a person he took Ferran's arm, pulled him close and gave him a peck on the cheek.
Ferran's hand went right to the place as if an open wound.
"I hope that was okay," Rico said as he climbed into his silver BMW.
Not saying a word, Ferran didn't add comment other than waving goodbye, his hand still feeling up the warm' spot on his cheek. As Rico disappeared from sight, Ferran walked inside, the hand still on the side of his face, thinking of all the firsts' he's had today!
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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