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% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.
THe HaRDee BoYs 14 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"I would say you handled it pretty well!" Sikandar congratulated Jason, as the pair trasped across campus.
"I think the turning point came when you showed up with your 'moral support'?" Jason smiled, still thinking of how Sikandar's appearance made Professor Dapperson change his tune.
With ulterior motive, Sikandar says of it, "I'm hoping later on you will be able to show your appreciation," he taps the back of his hand against Jason's crotch, discovering, "You're hard?"
"Yeah," Jason replies, blushing a bit.
Just knowing why, Sikandar says suggestively, "Did you really want to do him?"
Jason replies, in principle, "You have to understand, it's like this... I'm a gay dude who likes to fuck and it doesn't take much to get me started... and once it starts happening, it's like tough to call it quits. Get what I'm saying?"
He knew Jason was trying to b.s. him, even though in a kind way. In turn, he replies with direct approach, "Sure. Professor Dapperson has a nice ass and you wanted to do him!"
"Yeah," Jason confesses, "and I can't believe after figuring it out, you're still standing here talking with me," him figuring, "after talking about taking another man's ass, you should be cutting out on me!"
Sikandar assesses, "You're a gay man and I'm a gay man. If you had made good on your threat and shoved yourself inside Dr. Dapperson's ass? Hell, I probably would have whipped my cock out and had some nice porno to jerk off to!"
"Sikandar!" Jason exclaims, jumping in front of Sikandar, turning to face him.
Innocently, Sikandar testifies, "What?" as if nothing out of character transpired.
"Nothing," he smiles. Jason alleges, "Hey, like I said before, there's only one ass I'm interested in working on?"
Smiling a toothy grin, Sikandar replies, "Yeah and all I hear are promises... promises.... promises...."
As they walk on, Jason says, "Oh you're gonna get it tonight. You wait. You're gonna find out. Yep, it's gonna be a rude awakening for you!"
Instead of threats, Sikandar felt good all over. Chills? Shiver? Whatever, it was a great feeling, which put a lilt in his step and awesome feeling in his heart, soul and mind.
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"What's this Coffee?"
"Uh-oh," the twenty-one year old tennis star instantly turns off his wailing, as a result of Rick's cock working over his ass crack. His whole bod fills with fear over his fellow tennis buds finding him out, along with all his little secrets.
Too, Rick, his cock embedded deep within, freezes with his full throttle packed in, "Who the hell are these guys?" Thinking it a good idea to pull out, Rick grabs the nearest object to coverup, which happens to be his tee shirt and proceeds to evade the eyesights of the tennis troupe, his long, thick, juicy tube now hidden the Pink Floyd logo.
But Edilson hesitates for a moment, before standing.
"Nah Coffee," the ringleader says, placing a hand to the back of the Brazilian's neck, pushing him back down so his bare chest rests on the towel cart, "I think we got our new mascot exactly where we want him!"
Rick was thankful they were ignoring him, slowly sliding his ass along the concrete wall towards the door. As he did so, he kept his eyes on the unfolding situation presenting itself to Edilson. He felt bad for him as the bullying teammate told one of the others to slip his tennis racket out of the case. Too, rather thought the other two team players were getting phased over the bully's remarks, his tapping the tennis racket against Edilson's ass.
"I can explain, Geoff!" Edilson tried to get up.
A slap of Geoff's hand to Edilson's shoulder blades made him more incapacitated, more the victim to Geoff's right-handed swing!
"Ow-w-w-w-w-oh-h-h-h...oh!" Edilson called out as Geoff gave his ass a wallop with the tennis racket.
Witness to all, from a distance between the altercation and the door, Rick cringed, as if his ass was feeling the twines of the tennis racket hitting his own self. Afterall, Rick wasn't into the bdsm shit. However with the swing of the racket the second time he exclaims to himself, 'Oh shit!' when it's found, his own tee shirt, is now soaked with manseed. However he makes the two foot leap to the door when Geoff turns over the racket to one of the other team mates and gets 'noticed'. 'Oh shit!' he calls out, when he has to make the time-consuming two-second effort to unlock the door before exiting.
"Hey, you don't have to go!" Geoff's hand padded Rick's shoulder. "The party's just getting started!"
"Yeah, I really have to go," Rick countered, out of slight fear.
"Oh, okay. No problem," Geoff released his light grip. But added, "When can you come back?"
"Huh?" Rick says with perplexity.
Eyeing Rick up and down, Geoff says, as he nods over to his two tennis buds taking turns swinging the racket against Edilson's ass, seeing who can get the loudest response, "I'm not really into the bdsm crap, like my tennis buds."
"Oh really?" Rick gains more confidence. Thinking the bearded tennis player somewhat hot, "It looked like you were getting into it a minute ago?"
"Nah. I was just showing my buds how to have a little fun. It's them into it, not me, but..." Geoff looks down to Rick's obviously soiled shirt, "I kind of liked what you pulled out of Edil's ass!" By now, Geoff's hand had gravitated from Rick's shoulder towards a lean on the wall.
Swearing off the bdsm lifestyle, Rick suddenly felt like king of the hill and lifting some meaning from the acronym, he says of the Greek-like statue Geoff portrays, "Then why are you standing there with your clothes on," and feeling out his way in soft approach, "when you should be stripped and on your knees in front of me?"
"Um, yeah," Geoff seemed to be in agreement of Rick's proposition, but cast his eyes over his shoulder at his two team mates still trading off the tennis racket, "but got a place we can go?"
His pubes still wet, Rick says, "I got a place, but..." he holds up his seed-soaked shirt, "my shirt's kind of wet." Too, Rick notices Geoff taking glances below his waist, licking his lips.
"That's not a problem." Geoff then calls over his shoulder, "Adam!"
"Yeah?" The blond returns, the tennis racket drawn back and ready to whack the targeted, red area of Coffee's ass.
"Toss me your shirt!"
"Fuck you!" Adam replies.
But when Geoff gives Adam the evil death stare and advances towards him, Adam has tossed the racket onto Coffee's back and is peeling his tee shirt!
Taking it, Geoff says to him, "I like it when people see things my way!"
It was a little tight, but Rick loved the way it showed off Geoff's tight little nips, the way the tee shirt caressed his six pack abs, a little indent, indication of Geoff's bellyhole. And as they left, chatted along the way back to the parking lot, Rick found out Geoff wasn't even from this campus, but a visitor from the opposing tennis team. Also, learning Geoff was from a well-off Greek family, says of, "Your old man has a fleet of ships, huh?"
"Yeah," Geoff replies, eyes still engaged in checking Rick out as he drives.
"That's good, because you're paying for the motel room!" And on a dare, Rick pulls into not, the dumpy motel used for the exchange of fluids, but the most upscale hotel, utilized by CEO's and the like for upscale corporate business affairs.
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"So how does that feel? Okay?"
"More than okay," Jared responds to the pair of sweet lips popping off his hard shaft. Lying there in the professor's bed, hands comfortably lodged behind his head, things are moving along, not exactly in the way Jared had hoped for, "but I thought when we came here I would be the one sucking down your sweet honey?"
"Ready for the classic line?" the history professor poses to Jared.
"Why not! At the restaurant I was under the impression...."
Readying Jared's incomplete thought, Sirvan cuts in, "Me too."
"But you didn't let me finish," Jared replies.
"You don't have to. What I was going to say is, when I helped myself to sitting down in the booth with you, it was running through my mind minutes prior, I 'had to have you'."
"Under the circumstances, I thought the same," Jared meaning 'him-bottom, Sirvan-top'. "So what changed your mind?"
Forgetting about Jared's rigid shaft for the moment, the twenty-eight year old college professor scoots himself forwards, settling his bod down, the hairy line down his stomach falling on Jared's erection. His arms settling across Jared's bod, right under his curved pec lines, he props his chin up on his arched palms and stares.
"What?"
"This," he says, elevating his bod once more, lining up their chests as he reaches up to give Jared a kiss.
Being facetious, Jared says, "Okay, so you're madly in love with me, so?"
Sirvan just looked at Jared, a boyish smile on his face. "You don't feel it, too?"
"We only met an hour ago," Jared replies.
"I know, but an hour before that I was 'madly' feeling the hots for you," Sirvan said.
"Me?" Jared doubts himself. "I'm like ordinary nobody. I'm like not really good looking or anything. I mean, even Rick says my greatest asset is my ass!"
It sets Sirvan off giggling, but then calming, "If it's in my power I'm going to prove Rick wrong."
"I don't know how you're going to accomplish that. Ever other guy has said my ass makes a hot fuck." Sitting up, even though Jared has seen Sirvan's hot bod, the tanned skin against the black chest hair, midchest funneling into a tight abs-trail, he gazes over the Arab's bod.
"I confess. I don't know if I can prove Rick wrong, but maybe tonight you will see how talented a cock you have?"
"Uh, like I said Sirvan, I'm more into taking it up the ass," Jared tried impressing it upon him.
Rather than bat back and forth, Siran replies, "We'll see." Slipping back down Jared's bod, he says, "Tell me though, any complaints so far?"
"Nope!" Jared flat out says. But he gets to thinking, above and beyond his ass, Sirvan's tongue having traveled much of his bod, it's all been good!
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"Your room, sir," the bellhop brings Rick and Geoff into the room, the rosy red complexion of the Irishman blooming with brightness upon drawing open the two curtains. Then, assuming the usual pose, the twenty-something servant stands there asking, "Will there be anything else?"
It was his cue and regardless of whether the dude was straight or gay or otherwise, Rick takes the tails of his tee shirt, actually Geoff's tee shirt and tears it off overhead, saying, "I can think of a few."
Scared shit, Geoff replies, "Uh, Rick, I don't think..."
But before Geoff can say anything the bellhop replies, "In lieu of a tip I'll take a crack at your friend's ass?"
"What?" Geoff replies.
He was taller than both of them and as they would find out much later, twenty-six years old. Rick just watched as he walks over to Geoff and says, "I've seen you in here a few times. You have a lot of dough, right?"
Geoff was six-foot-one, but this dude was one to two inches taller and even though Geoff a pretty tough character, this dude had a rough edge about himself, so he plays it cool, "Uh yeah, I've stayed here a few times or more."
On the side Rick watched. One thing, he was starting to feel quite a few tingles, what with this red-headed Irish dude being so authoritarian and all. It kind of reminded him of the way Bart could be and often enough times Bart turned him on so much, he could almost shoot his load without touching.
Cornering Geoff between the wall, with the luxurious bed to their rightside, the Irish dude says, "Heard you got one of my fellow buddies to fuck you over... said you'd pay him big bucks and welched on him."
Rick finally spoke up in jest, "Oh Geoff, how could you?" Then to the bellhop, "Did he fuck Geoff hard?"
"Doesn't matter," 'red' said, closing Geoff into a no-win corner. Then looking down upon Geoff's shirt, Adam's shirt because his shirt was on Rick, "This looks interesting."
From the time they entered the room, things were quite serious-minded, for the first time the atmosphere lightened up and since the change in attitude, Rick comically says, "Go for it!"
Geoff wasn't seeing Rick's point, but soon felt the consequences of Adam's tight tee shirt, his nips being grabbed and mashed, "Ak-k-k-k-k-k-k-ohh-h-h...oh-h-h-h! No-o-o-o-o-o! Sto-o-o-o-op!"
Hands relaxed, the painful cries stopped.
Rick lends a hand. Five-eleven-and-a-half, his hand resting on the other dude's shoulder, he had to reach up to place his hand there, casually saying, "Hey, I'm Rick and this is Geoff. What's your name?"
"Patrick," was all Patrick said, still eyeing up 'the welcher'.
"Well Patrick, I was supposed to fuck his ass, but if you want to take first dibs? I mean I don't mind sloppy seconds." And without two breaths, "And then if you want to do Geoff again, then... hey, I've even got a better idea. How about getting on your cell and inviting some of your fuck buddies over and..."
"Rick?" Came the first sound out of Geoff, other than syllable of pain from his nip torture.
Now Patrick stood there as the spectator, Rick replying, "What?"
Confession time, Geoff says, "Um, this is like my first time?"
"First time what?"
"Getting fucked?"
"First time?" Patrick beat Rick to saying. "Not according to Juan?"
"Juan?" Rick questioned.
Apprehensive, because he knew he was right, "I never fuckin' fucked Juan!"
"But he said... he said you were going to pay him to use his ass and..."
Geoff now accosted Patrick with his words, "Yeah, we made love and all, got me all horned up and when I was ready to fuck him, he came up suddenly this being a service for the hotel and if I wanted this to go any further it would cost me!"
"Fuckin' whore!" Rick called it.
"That's not what Juan said," Patrick replies.
Rick says, "I got an idea. Why don't you get Juan up here to answer for himself?"
His actions answering for him, Patrick did just that, picked up the phone, dialing the front desk, requesting Juan's immediate presence. To the front desk it would not sound like anything out of the ordinary, Patrick being the head bellhop, his job not only to usher guests to their rooms, but keep the troops in line.
Geoff warns, "And when you find out the truth, I owe you two purple nurples!"
"Two what?" Patrick asks.
"Patrick ole boy," Rick again tags his shoulder, "purple-nurples is like the zinger you put on Geoff's nips?"
But before Patrick could comprehend, the doorknob jiggled and his hand was on the inside.
"Hey, what's up gringo?"
Before the Hispanic knew what grabbed him, Patrick's fist wound up the middle of his tuxedo uniform and plastered his bod against the wall, Patrick's spit yelling at him, "What the fuck you telling me something about not getting paid to let this guy," his unattached hand pointed over his shoulder, "fuck you?"
"It's true gringo... it's true.... I..." but Juan was lost for words when Patrick steps out of the way.
Rick says in a sing-song manner, "Here's where the shit hits the fan!"
"As you were saying?" Geoff puts it to Juan.
With Spanish inflection, Juan says, "I theenk we have a mistake made."
"No mistake," Geoff tells it like it is, like it was, "You made me feel really good Juan, licking my bod, bathing my balls and making my cock feel real good with your snakey tongue. And then, when you make me almost ready to cum, you hit me with the 'tab'."
"Let me guess," Patrick says, putting the screws to Juan, "A two hundred dollar tab?"
"Two hundred bucks for a fuck?" Rick says. "That's twice Bart's fee!"
Patrick scolds Juan, towering over him, "I should make you 'pay' this gentleman two hundred bucks to have your ass 'reamed'!"
"No, no! I be in the poor house!" Juan protests.
"Then again," Patrick presents a solution, "since I've falsely accused our guest here and it being 'your' fault, Juan, I think the only valid way to remedy our guest's inconvenience is for you to make good on working our guest up in the first place?"
The two looking at each other, Geoff says to Juan, rubbing his crotch, "Works for me!"
Patrick impresses, "Terrible time to be out of work, Juan!"
Not that it would matter, not be such a terrible imposition, Juan being a total bottom, he gives in.
As he approaches Geoff, putting on false airs, Geoff says, "You can start by stripping off my tee shirt and softly licking my whole chest?"
This left Rick out of the loop. After all, 'Geoff' was the reason he came here in the first place, to plug ass. "Well, I guess I'll be going."
Walking out of the room, Patrick follows. The door automatically locks shut. Walking the hallway together, he says to Rick, "So what will you do now, that you haven't gotten any TLC?"
Rick replies, "Back to the dorm. There's always some guy who wants to suck dick."
"Well," Patrick replies, "I guess this means I won't be getting my purple-nurples!"
Stopping mid hallway, Rick turns to him and says, "What?"
Stretching his neck side to side he replies, "Y'know, that whole thing with Juan and your friend kind of made me keyed up. I think some hard nip massage might be just what I need to loosen up, followed by... well, if you're up for it, a couple of hours of working your shaft over with my talented tongue?"
With a grin on his face, Rick replies, "Got a room?"
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Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee
`THe HaRDee BoYs' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.
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