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, of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns, villages, neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or non-governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if guy-to-guy sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up your mind, you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such.
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THe HaRDee BoYs 11 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"This really 'is' lemonade, right Faris?" Jared sips with reluctance.
"No," Faris jokes, "Tone and me filled the glasses with our piss!"
Faris was joking, but Jared wasn't, Dobie having to slap him on the back as Jared choked. "You okay?"
Jared didn't answer, just coughed.
"I was only trying to joke with you," Faris claims.
Dobie says to him, "He knows about Solomon and the piss."
It's all the explanation Faris needed and now doubly sorry and more serious, "I was really joking about the piss, Jared. Tone's not even here. I got the lemonade right out of the machine."
"No problem," Jared finished clearing his throat. Though, he slid his glass away.
"I'll get us some cokes," the twenty year old then said, grabbing up all three glasses of lemonade and taking off.
Completely changing the subject, Jared asks, "So, who's this Tone-guy who Faris seems so infatuated with?"
"The way it looks to me," Dobie explains, "and I've brought this up with Faris, Tone's an eighteen year old high school senior and to me it looks as if all he's after is a fuck tool!"
Kidding, but maybe wanting to know for future reference, Jared asks, "Oh yeah? How big we looking at here?"
Dobie sat back, placed his arms crisscrossed in front of himself and gave Jared the 'death stare'.
Changing his tune, Jared says, "It doesn't matter. I like Faris a whole lot anyway. It doesn't matter how big he is. In fact I really don't care how big he is!"
Cracking a smirk, Dobie says, "Do you think I've taken a ruler and measured?"
"You guys pee on each other in the shower. Anything could happen!"
"We 'all' didn't pee on Solomon, Jared. It was one guy. Only two guys were involved in the incident and that was two years ago and nobody's peed on anybody since, okay?"
"Uh, sure," Jared replied, getting his mind off the subject, but curiosity still lingering, especially sitting there and sort of wishing he was sitting on 'something else'!
Then, to break the monotony of changing the subject, in walks Jason and Sikandar.
Inviting first, Jared whistles, then yells, "Over here guys!" He turns to Dobie, saying, "It's okay, right?"
"Fine with me," Dobie replies. "I have to leave in five minutes."
"But I thought you were going to have pizza with us?" Jared questions Dobie.
"I need to do some research before next class." And as Jason and Sikandar sit, he rises, "I gotta go guys."
Reduced to a different trio, Jared explains Dobie's disappearance, "He had to go."
"Then aren't you glad we're here bro?"
In conversation for three minutes, Faris shows, carrying three cokes in one hand and a pizza, silver train mounted on a shoulder, to their table. Sikandar rose out of his seat to help.
Jason says, "This is cool, we didn't even order and we're being served!"
"I hope you like lots of cheese," Faris replies. He sets the cokes down, then goes for one more.
"Nice guy," Jared says.
"Thank you," Sikandar replies.
"Not you! Faris!"
"I'm not a nice guy?" Sikandar pouts.
Putting his arm around Sikandar's shoulders, allowing his hand to hang over the farthest from him, Jason replies, "I think you're a nice guy!"
Jared immediately deduces, "So you two are lovers again?"
Sikandar questions as he looks to Jason, "We are lovers?"
Addressing the two, Jason replies, "Maybe after tonight?"
At this moment Faris shows, parking himself right next to Jared, in the booth, quizzing them, "Tonight? What's everybody doing tonight?"
Jason and Sikandar both smiled, Jared taking the helm, "Uh, Faris, they were talking about 'lovers' and maybe after 'tonight', they would 'be' lovers."
Sikandar turned a bright red, which was tough, considering his deep tan, when Faris asks him, "You're gonna let Jason take your cherry?"
To make amends, Jared gets chummy with Faris, like his brother placing his arm over Sikandar's shoulders in brotherly love fashion, stating, "Faris-my-friend, it's not really a good thing to ask a guy that in public, especially when there are other people around, like in a restaurant?"
"But there's nobody around. The place is dead," Faris reckons.
"And good for you," Jared says, withdrawing his arm, "because I wouldn't blame Sikandar if he hauled off across the table and punched your lights out!"
Gasping, like Jared meant it for real, Faris exclaims hurriedly, "I'm sorry Sikandar! Really! Don't hit me!"
With his head cocked to the side, smiling, Sikandar says, "I'm not going to punch you. It would take a lot more than saying what you said to me, to make me angry enough to... let's not think of it, okay Faris?"
Right after saying it, Sikandar turned his attention to Jason, Jason giving his thigh a warm rub.
"Hey, I didn't really mean anything by it, Faris," Jared tries apologizing. Too, to Sikandar, "I wasn't making it look like you were the violent type, Sikandar."
"Apologies accepted," Sikandar says.
Faris asks, "So what are you doing tonight, Jared?"
"I haven't thought about it much."
Doing a quick search of the perimeter of the table, Faris asks, "You want to get together and fuck around?"
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"What... have... we... got... here?"
"Oh-shit-Ricky-I-thought-you-locked-the-door?" Deputy Mark exclaimed as he pulled on the cuffs attaching his arms to the head of Jared's bed. Same time, his sudden move almost extracted himself from being impaled on Rick's fuck tool.
"Nah," Ricky replies, "but it doesn't matter. The guys can keep a secret."
One of the two whom entered, Dave Degman was built like a football player, and for good reason, being on the college team. Hands on his torso, he surveys Ricky's bound victim, realizing, "Hey! You're the cop who pulled me over up on Tar Hill!"
"I give a lot of college kids tickets," Mark said. "I don't remember."
"Well I do," Dave surveyed Mark's bod, the fuzzy, brown-haired chest, nips barely protruding, the stripe cutting his abs in half, deep navel and treasure trail, leading to quite an endowment. He then glances back up to Mark's face and says, "Well I sure as hell remember!"
The dude with him, Brett Miller, whom happened to be in the car with him, says, "Uh, Dave, you were doing fifty in a thirty mile per hour zone?"
"That's not the point!" Dave says. "You could have given me a warning," he slaps Mark with.
Ricky says, "He can't give 'everybody' a warning Dave. The city would go broke!"
Suddenly, Ricky's cell phone rings. Hopping off the bed, his cock, decreased in circumference from idleness, swags as he finds his phone. They are all drawn into Ricky's conversation when he exclaims, "A double-fuck! I'll be right there!" Without even putting a stitch of clothing on, he heads for the door, saying, "I'll be back in a minute. Big Bart happens to be here!"
"Big Bart?" Mark questions as he watches Ricky run out the door. He then realized the horror of his situation, chained to the bed and left in the 'care' of an onery college driver, ticketed for speeding, when in reality, he 'could' have sufficed with a warning.
"Brett?"
"Yeah, Dave?"
As Dave unbuckles his belt, "Run and tell coach to start practice without me!"
"Sure Dave," Brett said, even though he would rather stick around and remain witness to what he knew was going to take place.
"And Brett?"
"Yeah, Dave?"
"Push the button so the door locks behind you?"
All this time Mark is unsure of whether to feel intimidation or treat this as a new fantasy.
As he sees it, he didn't have much choice when Dave, dropping his briefs unveils a thick 9.5c, then reaches over and places his hand on his already hard shaft and says, "You're a fuckin' faggot!"
He could have went along with it, but seeing this could work to his own advantage, Deputy Mark, in his sternest voice, replies, "Look... I strongly suggest you unhand me... and uncuff me?"
His hand unfolded, letting go of Mark's erection. Same time, Dave steps out of his briefs and pants, joined in a huddle at his ankles. For the moment he released his own shaft and stripped his football jersey off over his head.
With all intentions, Mark was about to stand his ground in objecting to his treatment. However, he couldn't shake the feeling which kept his cock stiff, staring upon the football jock, mighty pecs and built abs.
After an evil laugh, Dave says, "Oh man," he picks his pants up and places them nicely on a chair, "when I woke up this morning I thought it was going to be just another day," the rest of his clothes follow, his shoes neatly placed on the floor, "just another football practice!"
"I'm warning you," and to send a message, Mark carefully chooses his words, "you better not do anything 'gay' to me or hurt me in any manner!"
Walking back over to Mark, Dave, who seems to find a 'crytic' message here, says as he runs his fingertips up Mark's dark brown trail, cutting his abs in half, "Oh really?" And then after the same evil grin, his fingers skimming over his chest hair towards Mark's left pec, "I just want to let you know, 'pig'," he looks at Mark, "since there's not a fuck you can do," he finds Mark's left nip, giving it a sharp squeeze and twist, "I'm in charge and you better get used to it!"
"Agkkkkk-k-k!" Mark voiced his opinion of having his nip savagely beat up, crying out in pain as he pulled at the cuffs, arching his lower back.
"Want it to stop, pig?"
Really, Mark didn't want it to stop and if Dave was paying attention to his lower half, he would have noticed. In his own right, he wanted it to continue, but how it went, he screeched, "Noo-o-o-o-o! Noo-o-o! No! Noo-o-o!" through his sweet torment.
It was only because Dave 'did' glance down at Mark's hard shaft, is the reason he stopped making Mark's nip red and sore. "Oh shit!" And looking up at Mark's face, then back at his cock, running his hand up it, causing more sap to ooze out, Dave exclaims, "Oh fuck-'re you going to be fun to play with!"
Mark didn't really want to scare Dave away, didn't think he would in saying, "Look! This isn't a game. I'm a officer of the law and if you know what's good for you..."
Dave had mixed reaction. 'Was this guy serious?' He thought maybe there was a difference between himself and Ricky playing around. Seriously, if this cop ever said anything which would get him into serious trouble, he could be off the college football team. No football - no scholarship! "Uh yeah... okay... you got it," Dave backed off.
Right away, Mark starts to nonverbally beat himself up. Watching Dave go for his clothes, he was immediately thinking of how hot he is, hotter than Ricky. Doing a self-assessment, if Ricky went away and left Dave 'in charge', would he have minded if the two played?' Then, 'What the fuck? This isn't about Ricky, it's about me!'
Dave had his pants up, not zipped yet. He had stuffed his briefs in his pocket because he was his on his way to practice anyway. "Hey, I hope there's no hard feelings." And then, looking up from buttoning his jeans, "Hey, what were you and Ricky up to anyway, with you cuffed to the bed? Did he do that to you or...." It then dawned on him, stopped dead in his tracks as he half-zipped up, "Wait a minute." Walking back to the bed, where Mark was still cuffed, "Did you 'consentually allow' Rick to fix you up like that?"
Mark didn't say anything, because he was lost for words. Right now, no scenario played through his mind other than gazing up at the hot bod on this college football jock.
It then came to Dave, when Mark had said something about not doing anything 'gay' to him. Before, he thought his intuition was right. However, when Mark started to throw some lawful jabberwocky stuff at him, he perceived his thoughts wrong. All the time the desire was there and now things began to change, turn back to his original thinking. "I'm having a tough time trying to figure you out, but I figure what's good enough for Rick," and taking a gamble, Dave swings his leg over the bed, mounting his middle-legs section right on Mark's stomach, "is good enough for any man wanting to take on some fuckin' slut!"
He knew he had it in the bag when Mark repeats his words, "I'm warning you... not to do anything gay to me!"
"Yeah, sure... right," Dave said with humor, rather than intimidation. Then, because he didn't have any briefs on, it was easy to fish his cock out, "Even though it's not lunch time, got a nice hard salami here..." he firmed it up, the tip touching Mark's abs-trail.
Not wanting to scare him away a second time, Mark's chin almost touches his chest as he watches Dave keep himself hard.
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They talked soccer, then switched off to music, finishing up the pizza with Jason talking about giving up his dorm room, to live with Sikandar.
"Don't you think, it being your first year, you should live on campus?" Jared asks his brother.
"I should," Jason replies, not just because it was strongly urged by the college recuiters, "but think of the money I could save?" Then thinking he said something wrong, to Sikandar, "I hope you don't think that's why I'm..."
But Sikandar rationalizes, "No! But I think it is good for that reason, too."
Showing signs of relief, Jason wiped his brow.
Jared says of it, "Good point, bro... but still..."
Faris brings up, "What happens if you break up?"
"Now that's a good point!" Jared says of it.
Starved for attention, Faris says, "You proud of me, Jared?"
Whether Jared was proud of him or not, he says of Faris remark, "You brought up a good idea." And then to his bro, "What about it?"
Instead of Jason, Sikandar answers, "I doubt very much it will happen, but if it does I will do the gentlemanly thing and rent an apartment for the rest of the school year for your brother."
"Cool!" Jared says. "Can I get that in writing?"
"Jared?"
"Yeah, bro?"
"Can we just shut the fuck up about this? Sikandar and me are going to shack up together and there's going to be no need for him to rent an apartment for me!"
Seeing his brother perturbed, Jared did chill out and perhaps his 'parental' feelings stepped on a bit, "Sorry. I was only trying to help."
Then Faris, thought to be not too swift at times, comes out with, "I wish I had a brother who cared about me!"
"Faris?"
"Yeah?" he sort of pouts back at Sikandar.
"Is it alright if I tell?"
"Okay," Faris replies in the same tone of voice. Before he does, Faris says, "I trust you guys."
Looking towards each other, Jason and Jared show signs of 'What's this all about?'.
"When Faris was younger, he had an older brother. They were quite close, two years apart. His brother was involved in an accident following a party and.... well, he is no longer with us. Since then it's been kind of hard for Faris."
Even though he was twenty years old, Faris pouted like young kid. Then, just as quickly, he snapped out it, saying, "Jared, I've got an apartment! Want to come live with me?"
"Well... I.... I'm not sure," Jared said out of lack of quick thinking.
Sikandar and Jason left this for Jared to iron out, the two excusing themselves.
"Guys?" Jared protested. He even tried to get them to stay by offering to pay for the pizza, but they saw right through him!
"Don't you like me a little?" Faris asks.
Jared thought to himself, what could there 'not' be to like about Faris Jartan? He was tall, tanned and as Jared thought about it, looking upon his face, he broke out verbally, "Hey, ya know, you're a really good looking guy? How come you're still single?"
Faris reasoned, "Probably because guys only like me because I've got a big, fat cock to fuck them?"
"Well, not to burst your bubble or anything Faris, but I happen to like to be fucked by big, fat cocks!" Jared laughed, not even thinking about the consequence of his words!
But Faris wasn't laughing. Instead he was thinking, of what was said today around the table.
As he stare at Jared in a serious manner, Jared calms and asks, "What?"
Moving his hand in the booth, he placed it on Jared's hand and says, "I think you can be more than that?"
Surprised were his thoughts and expression, but suddenly Jared felt more. Actually, he wasn't sure what he was feeling, but alluded to, "Well sure. I always like to lather a guy up before he fucks me?"
Any other guy, it might have turned them off, having them storm out of the place, but Faris kept his cool, asking, "Do you like to kiss?"
'Kiss Faris?' was immediate to Jared's thinking. He sat silent for a few seconds, thinking as he stare at Faris' handsome, inviting looks. "Do I like to kiss, hmm?" And like the power of suggestion, Jared leans towards the middle of their booth, taking Faris' neck in his hand and 'kisses' him!
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Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee
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