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 07 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Orally working his high school pal over with his tongue, Ferran was at the end of his whits, arching his back with every little tongue twist, Rico's sweet endeavors eliciting multiple, "Oh-h-h yeah-oh-yeah-oh-yeah!" Then when Rico licked down the bellyhole trail, he skipped over lightly haired cock-hair and went right to the source of Ferran's utter pleasuring. "Oh fuck, Rico!"
"What? I thought you would like it?" Rico said of holding Ferran's stiff shaft and flicking his tongue over the head.
"I do! I do! I mean... you know. It's like the first time and...."
"If you don't `want' me to, I could..."
"No, no, no... it's not like that. I want you to..."
Neither realized the implications or the outcome for each other, feeling for the first time such oral pleasures on the giving and receiving ends. But as Rico went down on Ferran, he felt such pleasure at having cock-tip being forced to the back of his throat. He never saw this part and it was a natural reaction to roll his eyes up into the top of his head to get a visual picture of his high school mate writhing in ecstasy. He even was getting a kick out of watching Ferran tease his own tiny nips, both hands at work adding to the oral pleasuring. He wondered if the way he sucked on Feran's nips a few minutes ago gave his friend inclination into how he could pleasure himself simultaneously with the oral workout he gave Ferran's cock.
Popping off with a slurp, Rico asks, "Ready to do me?" And he put Ferran's cock on display, his hand firmly holding the hard shaft with room to spare above his thumb.
"Do you?" Ferran asks, propped up on his elbows as he looks down upon his shiny, sweated up bod.
"Fuck me?"
"I don't know."
Rico tried, but he really felt in his heart this wasn't the right time for either of them, saying, "It's okay," and he pushed himself up from the bed, then lay right down next to Ferran. "We can jerk each other off, okay?"
With Rico's hand on his cock, replacing his tantalizing lips, Ferran hesitated.
"Here," Rico said, picking up the dead weight of Ferran's right hand and placing it on his own pubes. "Do me!"
And so it went, Rico doing Ferran as Ferran did Rico. When they came, one right after the other, each voiced opinion of the glorious, heightened sexual hand action.
"Oh man..." Rico's opinion faded.
However, Ferran had more of a rush of words, "This `definitely' is better than doing it solo!" Ferran turned his head for Rico's counter-reaction, but got nothing but deep breathing. He had dozed off!
It was a cinch to dislodge Rico's hand from his wet pubes, with his hand primed with man-lubrication. It was tricky, thinking of where to let his hand lay and rather then drop it to his pal's side, dirtying up the sheet, he folded the arm over onto Rico's stomach. However, because of what he was feeling now he didn't think much of himself, turning over and allowing the air from the room dry himself off. As he lay there, his back towards Rico, he held his wet hand up and observed Rico's cum-stains in a sliver of moonlight. He brought his hand closer, then said outloud, "Na-a-ah." But his curiosity kept gnawing at him and with gumption, stuck two fingers inside his mouth. He sucked on them for all of a few seconds, but it was enough to satisfy his experiment of taste and viscosity. Pulling them out, he studied his hand again, seeing the residue gone. He let his hand slap down to the mattress and closed his eyes. "Damn it!" he said to
himself, forcing himself awake. Turning over, he reached towards Rico's pubes with his other hand. Keen on not wanting his J-O-bud to wake up, he stared at his face the whole time while lifting the sweet semen from around his now deflated cock. He froze when Rico made a sound in his sleep, a slight moan. "Whew!" he said to himself upon getting away with some of the goods, his right hand painted with the gummy residue. Relaxing, he held his hand up once again to gaze upon it, capturing the shiny gravy in the light from the window. This time Ferran savored three fingers!
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Next morning the pizzeria-restaurant would not open until eleven A.M. Rico had awoken first and slipped out of bed. First thing on his mind, after wanting to piss so badly, was the dried cum sticking to his teen pubic hair. It never occured to him some of it was missing! "Hey!" he decided to awaken Ferran. "Hey, Ferran, wake up!"
Slowly Ferran's eyes awoke to the morning, but he didn't make a move, even when Rico snuck back in bed.
"Whs-s-s-t!" Rico made a whistling sound. "You awake?" He snapped his fingers in Ferran's face.
Blinking his eyes, Ferran finally registered it was morning, was indeed awake and lying naked next to another guy. "Yeah. What happened?" he asks, still dazed..
"You don't remember last night?"
"Last night," Ferran replies as if a big memory lapse.
"I can't believe you can't remember the hot blow job I gave you. You must've not have liked it very much!"
He was leading Ferran and for it's worth, Ferran came right back in his face with, "Hell yeah I liked it! You kidding? It felt so awesome! It was like you were doing it for your whole life, Rico!"
Rico smiled. In a way he sensed a feeling of pride in his cock-sucking abilities. "Really? You liked it that much?"
"Yeah and when you came... man did you come..." And filled with as much excitement as Rico, "Man do you taste good!"
"Me? Taste good? How would you....."
Ferran thought to himself, `Oops!' It wasn't a detail he wanted to be honest about, but rather hide the fact he had wet his fingers up with Rico's cock-juice and tasted the sweet-as-honey goo. Being he already implicated himself, he confesses, "You kind of dozed off right away and while you were sleeping I took a few finger-fulls of your goo. I hope you don't mind?"
"And was it good?"
"I thought so," Ferran said.
"Maybe I should start charging for it!" And as he got up and readied himself for a shower, "You know, can it? Sell it in the stores. Hey! They can feature it right next to the condoms and lube. And hey! I got a better idea. Make popsicles!"
"Cum-sicles!" Ferran carried the joke further.
"Yeah!" Rico replies, slapping Ferran a hi-5. "Um, you up for a shower?"
"Sure," Ferran says, following Rico down the hallway to the jon. Stopping in Rico's tracks at the door, he says, "You go first."
But his mind was immediately changed when Rico informs him, "Nine out of ten, Gianni and Andres shower together?"
The shower was wonderful! Of course when he was a toddler his mom gave him a bath, but all grown up into an eighteen year old, Ferran had the immense pleasure of feeling Rico's soaped up hands all over his bod!
"Like it?"
"An understatement, Rico!" Ferran was quick for a comeback. Bracing himself against the wet tiles with both hands, it gave easy access for Rico to soap up his chest, stomach, slide the soap down over his bellyhole and then run the soap over his pubes. His cock was already primed and Rico's hand became the extra added touch!
"I have an idea!"
By now Ferran was in total surrender, but at the same kept his whits about himself, thinking right now there wouldn't be much to trust Rico with, providing he didn't stray too far from the sex of last night's encounter. "What are you going to do?"
"Trust me!" was all he said.
And Ferran did, watching him find the soap dish behind his back without looking, then take the hand-held shower head down and proceed to hose him off. "Pa-wah!" Ferran said when Rico extended it around the front, hitting him right in the face!
"Oops! Sorry!" Instead, Rico used his hand, water shooting into it, to rid Ferran's bod of soap. "Wait now," he concluded the showering off part. "Don't go away!"
"Where am I gonna go Rico?" Ferran questioned him, dropping his hands to his sides.
Rico picks them up, "No, keep bracing yourself against the wall. Trust me!"
So, trusting Rico again, despite getting shower-shocked in the face, Ferran waited. He detected Rico doing something like getting down on his knees. Then Rico shows up, his face in front of him, faced up towards him. Rico's arms, his pits formed around Ferran's legs.
"One more minute," Rico assured him of his plan.
Hands braced to the wall and legs apart, Ferran kept his attention downwards. At first Rico shimmied his bod towards the head of the tub, then slid down towards the drain.
"Nope. A little more up, I think!"
"Rico, what are you trying to prove?"
"Trust me." And it was the last time Rico had to say it, before telling Ferran, "Now squat down."
"Squat down?" It took all of a few seconds for Ferran to make the connection, rather his cock and Rico's mouth, as he squatted down, like a chicken ready to lay an egg.
"This is going to be so hot. Just you wait!"
His words drove Ferran onwards. However, with his knees pointed towards the wall, his cock almost touched Rico's lips. "I gotta go down more."
For Rico's sake, at least he didn't need to explain himself anymore. "Mmmm," he said when Ferran's bod sloped east as he lay his left knee on the tub floor. He turned his head to try to capture Ferran's 9.5c on his tongue!
"Almost."
Rico's head shifted back to facing the ceiling, his attention homing in Ferran's settling cock, right between the pecs. "Um, can you lift it up a little?"
Feeling in a devilous mood, Ferran replies, "I can do that!"
It became a `cat and mouse' game, Ferran tapping his cock on Rico's mouth, it opening and closing, trying to latch on. "Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Catch me if you can! Catch me if you can!"
Rico would have used his hand, but right now his arms were being held prisoner to Ferran's knees and legs. "Oh come on!"
All this fussing around began to get Ferran real horned up and his hard shaft showed his feelings. To show he was done with his playful manner, he let the head of his cock rest of Rico's chin. "Say please."
"Please?"
They both giggled, until Rico opened his mouth. Over his chin and in, Ferran had to lean forwards and assume his previous position. On knees, instead of standing, it became relatively easy for his cock to fall into Rico's mouth. Once he got started there was no stopping. Hands once again plastered to the wall , Ferran moved his butt forwares, then rocked backwards. "Oh man you feel so good, Rico!" he said with eyes closed, his cock reaching the back of Rico's mouth, almost going beyond the point of no return, save if and when Ferran's balls blew his load.
As for Rico, he heard about it, read about it, but was finally getting the hands-on' approach, how to swallow cock'. He was amazed at how they seemed to work in conjunction with each other, like a steam engine, the stoked fire making all the parts work in syncronization. Little by little he was able to grab a small hunk of air each time Ferran moved backwards. Looming forwards, he contained his breath until it was time to breathe again. He was getting this down good!
"Oh man Rico... I'm sure not going to be able to last long!"
Rico couldn't answer. Ferran's meat was plugging up his vocal chords. Like Ferran felt the rush, Rico was no different, loving his mouth being filled, meat going on down his throat. But then he began to lose his edge too when a hand grabbed hold of his cock!
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Into the night, the eight who were in on the trip to Aruba talked, re-hashed things over and in between, blamed poor Tony for their plans falling through, since it was his idea and their contact came from Tony.
"Guys, guys, guys... I told you... I swear the agency came recommended. My folks have been using the travel company for years. How was I supposed to know they were going to go belly-up?"
Powered by a few six packs, the eight whittled down to seven, one forsaking the whole deal. Most likely Tony and Jay Miller would not be speaking for the rest of the college school year.
"I've got work tomorrow," Deepak informed them, chugging the last sip of beer, got up and left without even a simple `bye'.
Right on his tail, were Bryan, Peter, and Marty. Unlike other times departing, none of them bothered a farewell greeting, like the usual, `Catch you later Tony.'
First ray of hope he was still friends with one of his eight buds, Gregg Hostettler at least extended a hand, "Maybe the other guys aren't cool with what happened. I mean, neither am I Tony, but like you said, it wasn't your fault."
"Thanks Gregg," Tony replied, shaking Gregg's hand.
And with one lone survivor of the ratpack, Tony turns and says, "What about you Takos? Don't you have somewhere to go? Like to bed?"
Achilles Diamantakos sat there, looking up at Tony. He lay back in the wooden chair, back curved, relaxed. He smiled. If Tony could read the black-haired, six foot one inch tall Greek's mind he would have probably cursed him out. Imagine what Tony would have thought if he knew there was a reason why Takos' hand was under the table!
Before Takos could voice opinion, the bartender came over, points to his watch and announces, "Six A.M.. You boys'll have to find someplace else to crash. We're closing."
"How about we go to my place, Tony?"
"Um, I should really be getting on home. My little brother will be looking for me," Tony replied.
"Little brother? I thought you said Ferran was eighteen? Legal age, isn't he to be staying home alone?"
"I suppose, but..."
"Maybe if we talk about the trip we can come up with something still?"
The pressure was on, Takos feeling the build in his jeans, plus the effect several beers can have on a man. Broad-shouldered, swimmer's build, even though built like a bulldozer, Takos was feeling the full affect.
"I would sure like to figure out something. This whole thing has turned out to be a real nightmare. I don't think Jay wants to ever talk to me again. That is, except to get his $800 back!"
Second warning, the bartender visibly showed a long chain of keys and held the front door open. "Enough of a hint gentlemen?"
Tony apologized like crazy, complaining the night had been a tough one.
"Yeah, I overheard kid. Tough breaks!"
However, after Tony passed through the door, Takos was next and in his hand was placed a piece of paper.
With a wink, the bartender says, "Give me a call if you feel `up' to it!"
Looking back, Takos replies, "Maybe later."
"I'll be at that number!"
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"Like, did it all go down?" Ferran asked, by this time his deflated cock resting on Rico's stomach.
"I think, except for the taste in my mouth."
"What did it feel like?"
"I dunno. Like maybe somebody holding a squeeze bottle of ketchup to my throat and pressing it flat. It felt cool!"
Ferran reaches down and places his hand on Rico's stomach. Can you still feel it warm inside you?"
Rico had to think on it for two seconds. "Nah. Can you let me up?"
"Sure," Ferran replies. But as he tried to get up his leg muscles did not cooperate too well. "Oh man!"
And then they joked, Rico telling Ferran he needed more practice.
Back at him, Ferran asks, "But where am I going to get some more practice?"
Rico suggests, "At football practice?"
Ferran reveals, "Oh how I'd like to take on Tom Fuller."
"Keep dreaming," Rico replies. As he dries off, "Tom Fuller is as straight as they come!"
They laughed it off, Rico making confession, "Oh how I'd like to suck off Mr. Peterson's thick, juicy cock!"
"How do you know if Peterson's cock is thick?"
"In the right place at the right time!"
"What?" Ferran questioned, his mouth left gaping open.
Stuffing the towel in the rack, Rico passes by Ferran, leading him into the other room. "Yup! Just happened to be changing my clothes in the gym locker room and who do you suppose comes walking up the stairs from the weight room?"
"Peterson works out in the weight room at school?" Ferran asks with astonishment.
Lying back down on the bed, Rico quickly sprung right back out. "Pew!"
Ferran laughed. "I wonder how that happened?"
They both went about stripping the bed of the sheets, Rico elaborating on the new English teacher who began his first year of teaching this past September. They talked about how the girls weren't the only ones swooning over Mr. Peterson!
"So tell me. What about Peterson? Is he like `big'?"
"Average, I think. But he's got a nice set of low-hangers," Rico replied.
"Low-hangers?"
Rico cracked up, but then cut off his laughter to ask, "You're kidding me, right?"
"I dont' know," Ferran tried brushing off being embarrassed and at the same time suggests he doesn't know what the heck Rico is talking about.
"Low-hangers?" Rico cups a hand under his balls. "A guy's balls?"
Moving his finger down and up again, Ferran replies, "Oh, you mean because your balls hang down?"
It set Rico off giggling, Ferran checking to see if his were hanging as low as Rico's. Quite the contrary, whereas Rico's balls looked like they were almost detached, each ball hanging from an individual sac, Ferran's balls were bunched up together. He came to the conclusion, "I guess mine aren't low-hangers. Does that mean they are high-hangers?"
Totally comfortable with each other by now, Rico reaches down and holds Ferran's balls in his hand much like a balancing scale. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, Ferran."
"Oh I'm not ashamed." But being it seemed Rico was more knowledgeable, Ferran asks, "Which do guys like more?"
Standing face to face, Rico responds, "I don't think either one of us has to worry about whether guys will like us - down here - or not!"
It seemed to wrap it up for the night-into-morning encounter and after re-sheeting the bed, the two dressed and headed downstairs.
"Nobody's here, but I could make us some breakfast?" Rico offers.
"Nah. I better get home. Tony was anxious for us to get the packing done." And the excitement returning, "I can't wait to get my toes in that warm Aruba surf!"
"Same here," Rico replies, "that is if Andres can convince Gianni to bust open his piggy bankroll!"
"I'll see you later at school," Ferran said.
"Right and don't forget?" Rico reminds Ferran.
The college school year didn't coincide with Tony's college spring break, so Ferran and Rico thought up a plan, a prelude to them not showing up at school for over a week.
"I know," Ferran ran through the details in short fashion, "don't forget to act sick."
"You got it!" Rico replies, pointing his finger towards Ferran and giving him a wink.
As Ferran gets to the door, waiting for Rico to unlock it, he asks, "Um, how am I going to get home?"
"I guess we didn't have all the bases covered. Let me get my shirt," he meant something more than a tank top to wear out in the early morning air.
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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