The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such.
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GeTTiNG ReaDY FoR CoLLeGe 06 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Well I think it's time we called it an evening don't you think Mike?" Michael asked his partner, whom sat there across the table from Ferran.
He had noticed Michael slowly becoming low-keyed in the conversation, his energy clock winding down as he sipped more and more of his... Ferran had stopped counting how many glasses of wine.
Tapping Michael's elbow with his, Rico clues, "Michael! Mike is talking to you."
"Oh. Yeah. What Michael?"
"I said I think it's about time we be going?" Tilting his arm to show the small digits on his watch, knowing his partner would not be able to read the dial sober, he presses, "It's about one in the morning and these people want to close shop!" To reinforce his decision, Michael holding the upper reins now, nods his head to Rico.
Following Michael's lead, Rico stands up at the same time as sliding his butt out of the booth, an arm dragging Mike's bod out as well. And speaking to him as if a toddler, "C'mon Mikey," name usually reserved for the `other' Mike, "Michael says it's time to go home and go to beddy!"
Ferran smiled at this and he immediately thought of how gentle a father Rico would make one day. He allowed Michael to exit the booth and help, but he couldn't put it to rest, his thoughts regarding his friend and fatherhood. "Your jacket," Ferran handed it to Michael.
Taking it, Michael treated it dualy, saying his farewell, "Thanks and it has been such a pleasure meeting and talking with you Ferran."
Not a facet of the gay scene, not knowing much about relationships, friends or serious love affairs, he took it in stride and learned, accepting Michael's bearhug, the thirty-two year old's arms completely surrounding him, his head to the side after the initial kiss on the lips.
"I'll remind Mike to put you and Rico on the list for our next backyard swim party!"
"Oh, are you having one?"
Michael laughed as he walked Ferran to the door. Rico had already guided Mike there, a chair keeping him upright. "More than one. Try almost every weekend!"
"Cool," Ferran replies and as Michael walked him over, one arm which hugged him remained over his shoulders and they walked to the door as buddies. Rather casual, Ferran didn't even feel the fourteen year age difference. It's like he was walking with one of his buds from high school.
"I think you should pull your car around."
"I like a man who comes up with brilliant ideas!" Michael said of Ferran's suggestion.
Mike was kind of wasted, so if he heard anything he probably would not be able to remember it two seconds from now.
"He likes you."
"Likes me, Rico? He's a married man."
"No, stoopid! I don't mean like you in `wanna shack up with you dude'... I..."
"Okay forget it.. I know what you mean."
Instantly Michael appeared, Ferran pressing the door to the pizzeria outwards so Rico could get Mike moving through the doorway.
"Easy does it," Michael said as Rico helped ferry Mike out to the late model 4x4.
"Nice truck," Ferran says to Michael as they stuff Mike into the passenger seat.
"Thanks," Michael replies, his mind on getting his partner situated. "Might be easier laying him down in the back!"
Of course it was a joke and the boys laughed it off. As Michael rounded the truck, the farewell was entirely different, a pat on Ferran's shoulder, Rico getting a handshake, thanking him for the restaurant picking up the tab. "It's been a memorable night," Michael said out of the window as he revved up the engine. "Thanks for everything."
Ferran led the way back into Terranova's, as Rico assumed the role as doorman.
Rico caught notice of something and replied to Ferran's resettling gesture, "Yeah me too."
"What?" Ferran innocently questioned.
Rather than comment on Ferran's readjustment of his crotch, Rico says, "I don't know how I sat through Michael's stories of his college orgies without creaming my briefs!"
"You're kidding? I thought I was the only one!"
And since he took notice, started up conversation about it, Rico felt obliged to offer, "If you're still feeling it... I could maybe help you do something about it?"
Earlier, when Ferran knew nothing of Rico other than he went to the same high school, he would have felt reluctant to make some calls, but standing there and watching his new bud run his tongue over his upper lip and back, gave indication of perhaps Rico being as horny as he was at the moment. Yet, he wasn't exactly sure of how Rico intended on helping him out. "Like what do you mean?"
"One minute," Rico said, going around the counter and into the back kitchen. On the return route he stopped by the front door and threw the latch, a turn of a small handle, locking the place up. "Manuel says he'll take care of everything. C'mon."
"Where are we going?" Ferran asked.
"You'll see," Rico replies, walking the way of the jon, but passing right by it.
While stepping up a flight of stairs, Ferran was nervous as hell. What the two did before with Tony was innocent play. With his and Rico's lower anatomy kicking up, he wondered if this was going to be his first gay experice with a guy.
"Well... here we are," Rico says as he leads Ferran in, closing and clicking the lock on the door.
Gulping, Ferran says, "It's a bedroom!"
Rico giggles, replying, "I guess the bed gave it away, huh?"
Like a house-mother, Rico goes around the room picking up socks, some of his Hanes hanging around and stuffs all he has in his arms into a drawer. "Sometimes I stay here when I work late, instead of going home."
"Home?"
"Yeah. Our home where we grew up. The folks are gone now and the three of us live there."
"Did they go back to Italy?" was first on Ferran's agenda of questions.
Stopping, Rico says, "No. Gone. Like up there?" He points to the ceiling.
"Oh sorry. I thought you meant...."
"We're not all Italian."
Ferran got nervous as Rico was talking because he had taken his shirt off over his head and he looked now at him barechested. "Um, you want me to... too?"
"If you want to," Rico replies and then continues, "Gianni's mother was Greek and mine was Italian, but we both had the same Italian father."
Even though the family history interested Ferran, of more interest was Rico unbuckling his belt. Way behind, Ferran had only lifted his tee shirt up over his abs.
"But it doesn't matter," he reveals his new briefs, stolen from Tony's drawer, "we're all related and because we had different mothers..." And realizing he was stepping out of his jeans, while Ferran had worked his tee shirt off, but still had it clinging to the front of his bod, "Hey, you're not nervous are you?"
"Me nervous?"
"I suppose not," Rico says.
"Um, yeah. I am a little. Other than you this is like my first time. Um, we're not going to go all the way are we?"
Tossing his jeans onto a chair, Rico walks over to Ferran and helps rid him of his tee shirt, tossing it the way his jeans went. "How about we take it easy and go as far as we want?"
Right away Ferran knew Rico had more experience with these things. Immediately he looked down when Rico put his hands on his torso, his hands right along his beltline.
"Am I okay?" Rico asks.
"Fine." Then it occurs to him, "Like how many times have you been with a guy Rico?"
"Not counting you... none!" he laughs.
"Then how do you know so much?"
"Like I said... I'm a good snoop at home!"
"So Gianni does this to Andres?" Ferran asks.
"Oh no. Never. It's always Andres doing it to Gianni." And as he does it, he explains, "Andres is always the one who caters to Gianni." And as a hint says, "Gianni stands there with his arms on Andres' shoulders, feeling them up in a light massage...." he waits. When Ferran doesn't take the hint he picks up his pals hands and places them on his own shoulders. "You can like give my shoulders a light massage if you want to."
And getting a delayed reaction, Ferran does start moving his hands around Rico's totally baby-soft shoulders, replying, "I hope I'm as good as Gianni!"
"Feels good so far." And Rico wasn't only feeling the goodness on his shoulders! He then began talking again as his hands slid around Ferran's hips. "Then Andres slowly moves his hands around to the front and starts unbuckling Gianni's belt. As he's doing it he might bend over and do this..."
"What are you doing?" Ferran says, backing away.
His hands torn away from the unbuckled belt, Rico replies, "I was only going to lick your nip!"
"My nip?" Ferran says, wiping off the tiny bit of spit on his right nip.
"Yeah," Rico replies, "except Gianni's got like so much hair on his chest, Andres has no choice but to lick his hairy chest."
"And he likes it? Gianni that is?"
"Andres too."
On his own defense, Ferran asks, "You're not going to bite me are you?"
"Um, Andres has done it, but I won't do it to you."
"Like doesn't that hurt? Like Gianni... he didn't get rabies or anything?"
After a slight giggle, Rico tells, "I guess it hurts a little, but from what I heard through the walls, Gianni never tells Andres to stop. In fact he tells him to do it more." And after a slight pause, "Rabies? I doubt it!"
"Wait. Let me get this straight. Andres is biting Gianni's nip and Gianni's liking it? Telling him to bite harder?"
"That's what it sounded like." Being they were at a standstill, Rico says, "But lets forget it for now. It's probably like one in the morning."
"One? I've got to call Tony. He'll be worried sick!" And from his pocket, Ferran retreives his cell phone. "Machine!" Ferran tells Rico, then speaks into the phone, "Uh yeah... Tony, I'm staying over at Rico's house and I'll be home tomorrow sometime. I hope you worked out the Aruba thing. Bye!"
After hanging up, Ferran began unzipping himself... "Oh! Sorry. You wanted to do that, didn't you?"
"You can if you want to," Rico says of the stripping down.
Rico loved his reply of, "I was kind liking having you do it, if you don't mind?"
"Me mind?"
And in two seconds the two stood inches from one another. This time Rico didn't have to coax Ferran, his hands moving right to Rico's shoulders.
"Um, would you mind doing the rest?" He said to Ferran, his pants at his ankles.
"Sure." And Ferran's jeans went right on top of the pile.
"Want to lay down?" Rico asks.
"Sure."
Both took the identical path, the foot of the bed, the two eighteen year olds walking on their knees, then lying down on their backs, Rico to the right side of the bed, Ferran on the left. Rico turned on his left side as Ferran lay there like a soldier, both arms to his sides.
"Am I alright like this?" He looks to Rico.
"You do what you feel is comfortable and if I do anything you don't like, tell me and I'll stop."
Ferran follows up with, "But what do I do?"
Like two-boys-in-bed 101, Rico explains, "You lay there and let me do the leading."
"Where are you like going to lead me?"
"To heaven, hopefully!" Rico laughed, but Ferran was serious as all hell and the giggles were short-lived.
"Wait! Who lays where I'm laying? Gianni or Andres?"
Rico then says, "That's good. Perfect! You pretend your Gianni and I'll be Andres. Gianni lays down the whole time while Andres services him... that is... until the `heaven' part!"
"I don't get it, Rico."
And by the look on Ferran's face, Rico knew he wasn't joking. Unable to come up with anymore clues, Rico says, "You trust me right?"
"What're you going to do which I should `not' trust you?"
"I'm not going to do anything to you you don't want done. And like you said Ferran, rather I said, if I do something you don't like tell me."
Giving in, Ferran says, "So I lie here like Gianni and you do all the work?"
"Um, Andres does all the work up until a certain point, but I think we better get started because it's getting late."
It was `a line' on Rico's part because he didn't want to explain what happens after Andres licks Gianni all over and then primes his pipeline.
Before Rico even got started, Ferran was complaining, "It's hot in here."
Rico got up and turned on the air conditioner. "Better?"
"Not really. I'm like all sweaty."
"Mmmmm," Rico replies, a smile on his face. He immediately swooped down like a pteradactyl out of the sky and stole a swipe of his tongue across Ferran's abs.
"Ooh!"
"Complaining already?" Rico said facetiously.
"Who me? I'm not complaining!"
Then when Rico straddled Ferran's legs, their pouches touched. They looked at each other, then their stuffed briefs, then laughed.
Rico responded, "I don't know about you, but I felt pretty good!"
"I did," Ferran said. And then he watched as Rico put both his hands to the sides of his little round, deep innie and tucked his fingers into the elastic of his, Tony's, briefs.
"It's funny," Rico left Ferran hanging.
"What's funny?"
These designer briefs make it seem more sexy than your Fruit Of The Looms!"
Getting in the mood, Ferran says, "I think you look better then your Hanes!"
Rico observes, "Yeah, Tony's got a big endowment. No wonder he needs the extra room!"
"Do you think I'm bigger or smaller than Tony?"
It was like an invitation where Rico was concerned. With one hand still ready to unveil Ferran's teenage-hood, the other, his index finger pointing out certain things, moved along the curvature of the briefs-bulge. "This part," Rico moved a finger right over Ferran's ballsac, "is definitely bigger..."
"Oooooooooh!"
"Than Tony's."
The second time Rico stroked his finger over the confined ballsac, Ferran not only uttered his pleasure, but arched his back.
"You should see what Andres does to Gianni. He keeps him moaning for hours."
"What?" Ferran asks.
For Rico it was the go ahead, like opening up the floodgates and letting Rico's wet tongue run rampant. For the next two hours Rico had the chance to put into practice what he's picked up on for the last two months, since Andres and Gianni became `serious'. For all that it was worth, Rico treated Ferran as if they had known each other two months, not only as a nod in the school hallways, but as if the two of them lay in Gianni's and Andres' bed.
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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