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GeTTiNG ReaDY FoR CoLLeGe 05 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Owwwch! What'd you do that for?"
Pressing up on his knees, Andres took a dive for the pillow next to Gianni. The little slap he gave his lover's cock was only a prelude to him saying, "What's the sense of trying when you've got your mind preoccupied?"
"On what?"
"Do I have to tell you, Gianni?"
Gianni knew.
The fact he lay there in bed, soft, gave Andres theories of why Gianni's cock keeled over, his softness pointing to his abs.
Backing down, Gianni comes out with, "You know I've always shown concern for Rico and..."
"And what'd I tell you?"
Acting like the dog with a tail caught between his legs, Gianni says, "I know, but I can't help but think of my baby brother, all grown up into a man."
Laying the cards out on the table, Andres replies, "A `horny' man who is out to do what he wants regardless of whatever his brother thinks is good for him!"
"That's not true!" Gianni claims, turning on his side to face his bed-pal.
"You think?" Andres asks as he relaxes, head on the pillow, hands tucked behind his head and flaunting his dark-haired pits.
Calming a bit, Gianni says, "At least I hope all the talkin'-to I've given him helps."
Cuddling his lover, Andres figures it's a good time to create a diversion, "No time like the present for him to be out on his own. I think a period of time away from us is just what Rico needs."
Sensing something strange in Andres' statement, Gianni questions, "You're not telling me something. What is it?"
"This afternoon Rico asked me what I thought you would say about him going away with his friend on his friend's brother's spring break to Aruba."
It took a second for Gianni to shoot him down, "Absolutely not! Besides, where is Rico going to get money like that!"
"From you," Andres says cool and calm, rather collective, a normal way in which he acts, not all hyperactive like Gianni can get. A personal trait he's always been proud to carry.
"Me? From where?"
With his hands probing Gianni all over, planing, rounding shoulders, reaching the light fuzz of Gianni's back, his smooth bod cuddled up against the Italian-Greek's hairy front, Andres responds with, "If you don't have it, I'd more than gladly help Rico out."
"You? We've only known each other for two months and you're willing to shell out `that' kind of money Andres?"
Still with a snuggly embrace, Andres grins, then lays on Gianni, "When I said I wanted to be your partner I meant it for life. I know it's not much, but what I have is yours." And with a little doubt added, "I'm hoping you're still feeling the same way?"
Tilting his head, Gianni says frankly, "Will you shut up about that stuff? Of course I meant it when I said I wanted to get serious about you. But Rico?"
"I think this boy Rico is talking about is okay. He seems very level-headed, very mannerly and going off on vacation to Aruba I think is the right thing to do. It'll only be for two weeks."
"Two weeks?" Gianni exclaims, sitting up with a suddeness.
Andres' head sleds down Gianni's chest, then abs, then swipes past his hairy bellyhole, landing in a spot he not at all minds to be in!
Gianni keeps right on, "A lot can happen in two weeks! How come they just can't go down to the shore? I would've offered my place if they'd have asked?"
"Gianni," he strummed his hand up and down his back, "you're fighting me again?"
"I don't mean to." Looking into Andres' eyes, a feeling comes over Gianni, similar to the the one occuring about a month ago, the time when he felt comfortable, a tender feeling of trust and wanting. Relying on those feelings it seemed his trust was growing and sensed if he didn't let his feelings fly, the trust developing in their relationship would be a setback. "Alright. I give."
"You're making the right choice," Andres assures him.
"I know," Gianni says.
"Promise?"
Gianni sealed it with a kiss.
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"Are you there yet?"
"I don't know. It feels awfully good Rico."
Minutes before the two had a short interruption when they took their oral workout session from the floor to the bed. Also a short discussion took place when Ferran reluctantly offered to give Rico some oral, which hands down, Ferran won out.
"I'm just getting started."
When Rico sticks out his tongue, works it in between Ferran's lightly-haired balls and slides it up to the flange, Ferran gasps, questions, "How did you know it was going to make me feel so good?"
Rico laughs and replies, "When I spy, I `spy' good!" He winks, recalling info from moments ago, about peeking around while Gianni and Andres are engaged in private moments.
There was no more talk for awhile, Ferran lying there as Rico's tongue played up to the nine and half inch cut shaft, licking up it, then around the outer edge, making it all slick and slimy.
The bed sheet was getting the clawing of its life, Ferran riding out his first blow job.
Lucky for him Rico did a lot of spying on his brother's room, performing the same moves which he knew he was doing perfectly all right, since he got the same moans and groans out of Ferran. He compares Andres and Gianni, thinking if his voice was a little lower, he would sound like Andres, the sounds of cooing as his tongue busied itself.
The more Ferran illicited waves of pleasureable emotion, the more excited it made Rico. It became never ending, the process building; more heightened pleasure on Ferran's part, vocally exhibited, giving Rico more incentive to lick around the base of the thick shaft, then suck it down, which in turn caused more fervent emotion on Ferran's part.
Something had to give!
"Mmmm... mmmm.....mmmmm," Rico hummed as he felt his appetite being satiated, along with the slight bucking of Ferran's hips.
"I think I'm going to do it!" Ferran said of whatever was rising on the horizon of Rico's oral action.
Sheets feeling the heat, sweat building up both on the white fabric and both boys' bods, the bed began to shake as control energy seeped from both of their beings. Not being able to keep from doing it, Rico's mouth was fucking Ferran's cock, but at the same time he needed fullfillment of his own craving, his right hand between his own legs.
As if both wired to the same unit of thinking, Ferran's hand separated Rico's mouth from his pulsing cock.
Upon severance, Rico sat upright on his knees.
Both wailing out loudly, hands made light work of their prior pleasuring.
"Ooooooooooh! Oooooooooooh! Ooooooooh!" Each wailed in their own wanting ecstasy.
Neither would recall who came first, but it was Ferran who got hit with the brunt of the ejaculating semen, ropes of white cum erupting, shooting out over his stomach.
Later on, after all was said and done, Ferran complains, "You got me right in the chin you know?"
Smiling, Rico, as he stood there in the jon, swabbing his sweat and cum off his cock, replies, "Yeah. Sorry `bout that. At the time I didn't even think of it."
"Of what?" Ferran asks as he douses his teen bod with the wet wash cloth at the jon sink.
"Which direction to point my cock in. I mean who thinks of those things when it feels so good and you just want to shoot it out... wherever!"
"Next time point your cock towards yourself!"
They both laughed.
Rico entertains, "Hey! You know what?"
"What?"
"I didn't get to see your drop-roll!"
"Oh right. I don't think I'm in the mood for it. And as much as my stomach really feels like it's running on empty, I don't think I can deal with the pizza downstairs!"
"I hate cold pizza," Rico replies. "I happen to know where we can get some fresh? And cheap!"
Driven with hunger, the two started to hustle, holding their tightie-whities out to step in them.
"Oops!" Ferran said.
"What?" Rico asks, one foot in his briefs, doing a balancing act before stabbing the other leg in.
"You're Hanes. I'm Fruit Of The Loom!"
They laughed it off, Rico removing his leg, the two tossing briefs back and forth.
"Hey hold it!"
"What?" Rico asks, standing there with his briefs hanging from a fingertip.
Ferran paces across the room, opening the top draw of his brother's bureau. "You're gonna love this!"
While Ferran shuffles things around, Rico steps over there, his barechest barely touching Ferran's back as he looks over his shoulder. "What are you looking for?"
"Which one do you want?"
"Wow!" Rico's eyes light up. "There's like hardly nothing to it! Can I have the red one?"
Ferran slaps the pair of 2xist briefs over his shoulder, Rico's hand sliding it off.
"Nice!" He says of the feel. "Sure beats Hanes!"
"If it fits anything like the speedo, we'll both be in heaven!"
"You looked awesome in the speedo!" Rico makes comment as he pulls the red 2xist briefs up over his torso. "I guess that's all it goes," he says, feeling it all around, planing each hand over his ass and readjusting the front.
"How do I look, Rico?"
He laughs.
"What? I look funny in it?"
At home with his thoughts and feelings, Rico walks over to Ferran while saying, "Oh you're going to have `no problem' picking up boys in Aruba!" He feels under the protrusion between Ferran's legs.
Returning the comment, Ferran touches Rico's red pouch, telling, "It's much more visible in red than black, I think!"
"Much more of this touching and I'm going to get these `wet'!" Rico says.
"Oh then c'mon. Let's get going. My stomach is like so empty!"
One of the uncool reasons why he didn't like it that Tony was away at college was he didn't have the use of a car. And now Tony was out. However, Rico had the pizza delivery car, red with some flashy white detailing and `Terranova' painted on the side.
"You drive," Rico said, tossing the keys to Ferran.
"Really?" Ferran asks, catching them in the middle of his Abercrombie shirt, a little wadded up mid-chest.
"Hold on gringo," Rico said as he tugged at Ferran's shoulder, right before the two pulled out of the driveway to head up the street. "Guess who was spying on us out of the blinds?"
"The old man next door by chance?" Ferran asks. Then they got into a joking mood, Ferran saying stuff like, "Maybe we should invite him to go to Aruba with us!"
"A chaperone for us?"
"Meet some guy his own age to shack up with!"
"Spring break is for young guys, dah!"
"Haven't you heard Rico? The generation gap like died in the nineties?"
"Oh right." Then Rico thought about it. "I've like delivered to him a coupla times. He's not really bad looking for an older dude."
Ferran theorizes, "I bet he could get himself a hottie!"
"Probably more than you and me... probably he would have to carry a stick and beat them away!"
And when Terran came to park outside Terranova's Restaurant, the two sat there in the car. What began as a badgering session, turned out to be something which both realized was common place today.
In fact Rico ventures to say, "Maybe I'll get myself a sugar daddy!"
As they exit the delivery car, Ferran, tossing the keys back, comments, "Not me. I want some dude who can keep up with me!"
It's something Rico hadn't thought about, given the short, fifteen minute drive.
Funny thing, as the two walked into the restaurant, they spied two `older' guys, in their mid-30's, having a late lunch, sitting in the booth over in the corner.
"Speaking of which," Ferran says in a whispered tone, "I think those two older dudes are checking you out Rico!"
Rico laughed.
"I'm serious dude!"
"Want to meet them?"
"Huh?" Ferran questioned Rico's motives.
As he grabs Ferran's arm and walks him over to the booth, he fills him in, "Michael and Mike come in here ritually every week, sit in the same booth, order the same wine..." and by the time Rico familiarized him with some detail, they stood almost at the end of the table.
Michael Scalia is the first to spot Rico approaching with Ferran in tow and rises up out of one side of the booth. Greeting him, he says something in Italian and hugs him, kissing one cheek, then the other. His partner, Mike Esposito does likewise, but hestitate in waiting for formal introductions.
"This is Ferran Gennaro, my buddy from high school," Rico replies to their waiting.
"Pisan!" Michael robustly calls out.
Rico giggles. It's never fails, Michael and Mike always giving the red carpet greeting to a fellow Italian!
Whatever made him say it, Ferran says, "We got hungry and Rico said we should come here."
"Of course you should come here," Mike replied. "Come. You can sit with us." And to his partner he dictates, "Michael, move your things to the side." Mike did the same, clearing a space next to himself in the booth for Rico.
"If it's okay with Rico?" Ferran leaves it.
"Sure," Rico replies. "Let me order some pizza for us."
"Pizza?" Mike says demonstratively. "No, no, no. We have four course meal."
Michael says to Ferran, "Don't even think of arguing with Mike. You won't win!"
He wasn't even thinking it, Ferran rather feeling comfortable with the thirty-three year old. He supposed one of the draw-ins was the open, V-neck of Mike's buttoned down, white shirt. Ferran wondered how far across Mike's chest the rug of dark hair extended. And fortunately for him, he was chosen to sit next to Michael in the booth, so his attention was on Mike, or Mike's `assets'!
A little bossy, Mike says, "Rico, get Manny to bring us another menu!"
Rico was ready to park his ass in the seat, but instead stood. Fortunately he did not have to wander far, Manny bringing two glasses of water. "My friend Ferran and I," his way of introducing Manny to Ferran, "are having dinner with Michael and Mike. Want to bring some menus?"
Strangely, as Ferran began conversing with the `older' men, his teen vernacular seemed to tune out. "So Rico tells me you dine here once a week?"
"Every Friday," Michael answered. "We figure we work hard all week and deserve some kind of a break."
Ferran comes out with, "Um, aren't you guys getting a little ahead of yourself? Today's Thursday."
"Whatsamatta with you Michael?" Mike scolds him, his second generation Italian accent modified, bumped up to `real Italian', he directs to Ferran, "Today is a special day. Ten years ago today we meet here at Terranova's!"
Astounded to say the least, Ferran replies, "You guys have been together for ten years? Wow! I hope when it happens to me it lasts at least that long!" Not realizing it, he gave himself away.
Michael and Mike exchange glances, Michael saying, "Rico, why didn't you say something?"
"Well, uh.. it's not like you guys. We kind of saw each other at school, but didn't really `talk', not until today."
Trying to get the gist of Michael's comment to Rico, Ferran deduces, "Oh you mean about us being gay?"
Mike says, "Well we knew Rico here had the hots for guys!"
In an introverted response, Ferran says, "I am, but I'm not really out."
Mike addresses it, "Well you've got to come out!"
"What?" Ferran replies.
"Mike, would you give the kid a chance?" Michael directs at his partner.
"Hush, Michael!"
Michael put on a toothy grin, then turned to Ferran and said on the sly, "By the time Mike is finished talking, you'll be out!"
Same time Ferran was eyeing up the small, circular gold metal attached to a gold chain, nestled in the bed of Mike's chest fur, he had already said, "I can't come out! If my brother heard I was gay he'd beat me to a pulp!"
Mike got adamant. "Oh really? What is the name of this brother of yours?"
"Mike, I'm sure Ferran didn't mean it that way," Michael replies.
Rico's keeping out of this. When it comes to Mike, he knows better!
"Hush, Michael."
After Mike gestures with his hand for Ferran to continue, the eighteen year old says, "His name is Tony." And try to throw Mike off subject, "He invited me to go on Spring break with his college buds."
It worked, Mike replying, not to Ferran, but to his partner, "Spring break? Remember our junior year in college Michael? Oh man did we have a fuckin' good time!"
"Literally!" Michael seconded it.
And to make sure the conversation did not slide backwards, Ferran asks, "What did you guys do?"
Rico's already heard the story, remembering to a `T' all the horny shenanigans which went on. "Um, I'll check up on our orders."
Mike loved hearing Ferran say, "Order for me Rico!" And then to Mike, "So what did you guys do?"
Starting off, Mike told of their adventurous trip to Aruba.
"Aruba? That's where Tony and me are going!"
Rico returns and exchanges glances with Michael, who rolls his eyes, a signal which states the conversation is about to be monopolized by Mike. And true to Rico exchanging a toothy smile back at Michael, Mike is babbling away on the amenities of staying at a good hotel in Aruba.
"You `must' stay at Manchebo Beach!" Mike raves.
"Is it a gay hotel?"
"No," Mike replies.
Rico smiles at Michael, a sign to show admiration for Ferran, first person to stifle Mike in the middle of a conversation.
With the lull, Ferran looks around, the three looking for an explanation. "Well, I just thought, Manchebo', man', it could be a gay resort?"
Mike roars with laughter.
Michael slumps in his seat.
Rico laughs at Michael's response to hide from Mike making a spectacle of their table, with his trademark laugh.
Michael mouths to Rico, `Knock him out for me!', same time delivering a right knuckle-punch to his flat left palm.
Snagged, "Michael are you making fun of me?"
And in a cheery mood, Ferran bullies, "Are you making fun of Mike, Michael?"
"Who? Me?"
Giving Michael a sly look, Mike threatens, "Wait till I get you home Michael. You're gonna get it!"
With a big grin, Michael says, "Oh I hope so!"
It gets Ferran to thinking of how Mike is in bed. Right now he has a good idea of what Mike is like and gets an imaginative picture of Mike working over Michael real hard!
"See what I put up with?" Mike asks Ferran.
"Oh sure," he answers, even though Ferran's mind is still on Mike and Michael at home in bed!
Michael turns to Ferran, "Um, excuse me please Ferran, I have to make an appearance in the little boy's jon."
"While you're at it Mikey," Ferran hears Mike call his partner the nickname for the first time, "see what's happened to our appetizers why don't you?"
But Rico pops out of his seat and offers, "I'll check up on that!"
And as the two leave Ferran alone with Mike, Mike quips, "He's probably following Michael to the jon for Michael to give him a hot blow job!" He laughs.
"Really?" Ferran asks. "Wouldn't that make you mad or something?"
"Nah. We have what you call a `relaxed' relationship when it comes to things like that. In fact, I was thinking....."
Ferran had no idea, upon hearing of the risque manner in which their relationship rest. "Um, what was that Mike?"
"After Michael's done getting his `appetizer' from Rico why don't you and I excuse ourselves and have a little fun?"
Pointing in the direction of the jon, Ferran asks, "You mean go in there?"
"I know it sounds seedy, but hey... I kind of have a growing curiosity to know how you look underneath your clothes!"
"Uh... I don't think so. But thanks."
Persistent, Mike then says, "It's the jon, right?"
"Um..."
"I can understand the seediness of meeting in a place like this. If you like, you and Rico can come home with Michael and I after dinner. Yeah, that's it. We'll make a night of it. A foursome. You like orgies?"
Overwhelming was the least of the effect this was having on Ferran. "Foursome? Orgies? Uh, I don't think so Mike, but thanks anyway."
"I guess I've kind of scared you off, huh?"
Ferran thought so and the look he gave Mike suggested it.
Instead of blaming himself he alludes to, "Well if you're planning on Spring Break in Aruba, you could think of getting it on with us as practice."
"Practice?"
"Sure. When Mikey and me were down in Aruba, there wasn't a night we weren't having sex with ten or twelve other guys."
"Really?" Ferran said, his jaw dropping open. Then it occured to him, "Do you mean ten guys separately or all together?"
Getting an education, Mike as his teacher, he pointed his finger, using it as an instructional tool, "Oh I can see you're green behind the ears boy." Then relating to their time together, Mike tells, "The guys were crawling all over us. Mikey sucking on some guy's wood while another guy parted his ass and tongue-fucked it. As for me I lay back and let two boys work on my balls. Oh man if you ever get the chance Ferran, there's such pleasure having one suck on your left ballsac and another working on your right one and to top it off, another going down on your cock."
Thinking Mike was done, Ferran went to say something, only to be cut off.
"And the finale, having my choice of three hotties to drive my shaft deep into their tight ass.. Damn! How can a guy choose between three fuckin' hot men?"
Ferran waited, just to make sure Mike was finished. And Michael returned right as he asks, "So you fucked all three?" Seeing Michael standing there he got up to let him in.
Michael cheerfully comments, "You talking about the orgy down in Aruba Mike?"
"Yeah. Didn't we have a blast?"
"Which one are you telling him about?"
"The twins, Jason and Justin and their friend, Jake?"
Michael laughs. "Oh yeah. The three J's!"
"Tell Ferran here about how you had eight guys crawling all over you. I've gotta take a leak."
Mike gets up, but then turns back. "Oh, you find out about our appetizers Mikey?"
"Rico's handling it."
"I thought he already did!"
This time Ferran was rolling his eyes and wanted to slip under the table from the overbearing laughter.
"Mike thought that maybe...."
"Yeah. I know. Mike always thinks it," Michael replied, knowing what Ferran was talking about.
"I don't know if I can take it, but I'm kind of curious about `eight guys crawling over you'?"
Michael smiled, his head upright, but his eyes probing Ferran's lap.
"Um yeah. I kind of couldn't help it," Ferran replied, along with his face reddening.
"Why should you be any different than any other man?"
Ferran accepted it and then relaxed, all ready to hear about eight pairs of hands!
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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