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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PaTRick'S LuCKy CHarM 16 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"I disappointed you, huh?" Jason says as Brett accompanies him to his car.
"Some. I mean it was fun sharing you with Karl, but... I had thought..."
"Maybe next time we should do one on one."
"I'd like that," Brett replies as they leave the dorm.
"I can find my own way back to the parking lot," Jason says.
"Really?"
"Hey, you've got to forget this slave stuff Brett. I mean, you're not going through your whole life having someone else make decisions for you." It had bothered Jason and the opportunity to ask, he says, "You don't really want to be a `slave' to somebody else for the rest of your life? I mean a man's got to make his own decisions, right?"
Standing outside the dorm in the darkened night, the moon casting shadows around silhouettes of buildings and trees, Brett had been thinking about all of this slave' stuff ever since leaving Salv's bungalow. He came to the conclusion, "You know Jason, this all began as a game. At least it's what I thought it was, thinking I was going to a party where we would act out being slaves to a master. What I discovered is, the party was really like an interfview'. Masters were checking out an assortment of us guys, conducting an interview based on how us guys would act."
"And how did you act?"
"I was turned on by them, the masters, telling me what to do."
New to Jason, he asks, "And you were chosen?"
"Right, because I did what they said."
"And some of the other guys didn't cut it?"
"No. You see, some of the guys showed out of curiosity. They weren't really bent on being an honest' slave. They figured they would have sex with some guy, suck him off and have their asses plugged. Others, into the slave' thing, but only as roleplay. Others wanted to be abused and defied their master, with no intentions of being subservient. Thinking about it," Brett dwelled on that very night, "Only three of about twenty of us passed their testing."
"It's a lot to think about."
"I like the way you talked to me Jason," Brett informed him. Smiling, he adds, "You know you never did whip my ass?"
"I don't know Brett," Jason had his doubts. "I was really joking."
"Okay," Brett accepted it, perhaps thinking of this as his own `testing' of Jason. Jason took it as a dismissal, when Brett says, "I've got to go. Maybe we can get together some other time, huh?"
"Sure," Jason replies, but overall thinks it will not come about.
"I have to finish up some work on a paper."
"Take it easy," Jason replies, watching Brett turn and walk away, enter the glass door of the dorm without even turning around or waving - nothing by means of a farewell. Walking down the sidewalk, connecting another as he heads for the parking lot, he assesses the whole evening as, "Weird!"
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Standing after working himself into a squatting position, launching himself off the floor, Ke'ala looks down upon himself, questioning why Patrick is staring at torso level, "What?"
"The nip-tugs. They made you hard."
Ke'ala differs, "No. `You' made me hard!" He proceeds to climb back into bed.
"Whatever," Patrick says. For the moment he would forget about Ke'ala's sensitive nips. Instead, again the two hugged, Patrick's hand sliding around Ke'ala's back and slipping down to the indentation of the lower back. This time he wasn't at all reluctant to slip past the hairy part, his index finger leading the journey. It was the first guy he did this to, other than the first time he ventured down the valley of Ke'ala's ass crevice.
Ke'ala suddenly grabs Patrick's wrist, the one on a quest.
"Hey! I thought you... liked it," Patrick says, but stops when Ke'ala puts his fingers into his mouth and sucks on them.
"Now try it."
Patrick figured Ke'ala meant resuming his travels. He did have one sketchy detail on his mind, "Like how far?"
Ke'ala smiles as he guides Patrick's hand back to his ass, "As far as you want!"
He gulped. He himself wondered how far he `wanted' to go. He actually was nervous as all hell, his finger prodding another man's ass. However, it being a man he sort of knew, well all of almost a couple of days, he didn't feel as reluctant, especially now this being his third time touring Ke'ala's hairy crack.
"You're sweating," Ke'ala tells Patrick.
"Um yeah." And he had it on his mind, "Um, like what do I do when I get..." he gulped because he was, "there?" His finger touched it, the entrance to Ke'ala's chute.
Reaching behind his back, Ke'ala acted as a tour guide, pushing Patrick's hand lower.
"Oh!" Patrick exclaimed, his finger over the circular lip.
Ke'ala smiled.
"It doesn't hurt you?"
"No," the smile turned into a grin. "It feels good." He wanted to feel `better', so forced Patrick's hand.
Patrick's jaw dropped open a bit as his finger slipped into the ass-slot. "It's okay?"
"It could be better!" Ke'ala hinted as he moved his own hand.
"You want my finger in there deeper?"
He did push Patrick's finger in a little more, but on his mind was, "I would really like something more than your finger in there!"
Patrick didn't have to do a thing. Withdrawing Patrick's hand for him, Ke'ala got up from the bed.
"Where you going?" He asks as Ke'ala stands on the carpet.
"You lie back and relax. Let me do all the work!"
With him lying there, Patrick misunderstands, "Um, you're not going to like..." he thinks `he' is the one who's going to get fucked.
"You trust me?"
Three little words, said with such sincerity, Patrick took them at face value, "Of course I trust you."
"Relax," Ke'ala adds a word of insurance as he kneels on the bed. Spreading Patrick's legs a bit, he lies down on his stomach, his head falling right into place over Patrick's pubes.
"O-o-o-o-oh!" Patrick cries out when he feels a hot, wet mouth sink down over his cock.
His eyes looking up towards the head of the bed, Ke'ala watches as Patrick's head is forced into the pillow, his hands going under it, feeling his back arching. It came as a surprise, Patrick's torso pushed upwards, his cock going to the back of his throat. For an amateur the guy might have been coughing or in need of resuscitation, but for Ke'ala it wasn't anything less than what his plans of taking on Patrick's hard shaft.
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Serpentining the pathways to his car, Jason thought he took a wrong turn, not recognizing a building he passed by when it was a little lighter out. However, he gave up his negative thought when he came to a bicycle rack, same one as when he parked with Brett in his car. As he walked through the rows of parked cars, he thought to himself, At least it wasn't a total waste!' As an accompaniment to his thinking, his right hand was readjusting his crotch. Man was Karl tight!'
Six rows from the bicycle rack, Jason spotted his older model car, but it wasn't any older than some of the other cars in the lot, only he thought of it this way because it wasn't new. One car away he pressed the button on his key chain, setting off a chime of `blip-bleep'.
Opening the door, he heard from a far, "Excuse me... can you help me, please?"
Stepping to the back of his car he looked down the lane from where the voice came. As he waited, a guy came closer, into view.
"I'm about at the end of the lot. My car won't start and I wondered if you would give me a jump?"
`Boy would I like to give you a jump!' Jason thought, checking the dude over real quick!
"I have the cables if you can drive your car over there?"
He was real cute, from what Jason could make out and as he allowed the guy into his car, parking himself in the passenger seat, the inside lights of the car gave him little clue of his features other then how handsome his face.
"Thanks very much for doing this for me," he told Jason as he did himself up in the seatbelt.
"No problem. So what are you a senior or something?"
Jason couldn't see the smile before the answer, "I was a senior a few years ago, thank you, but no, this is my first year teaching English."
Astounded by the young appearance, Jason remarks, "Really? You fooled me. I thought you were a student!"
"You're not the only one. I get it all the time. My first week here I walked into a classroom and the professor thought I was one of his students. He had the same cute reaction you did."
`Cute?' Jason thought. "So when students walk into your classroom they must think the same thing?"
"You got that right. And not that I'm putting myself on a pedestal, but everyone of them wants to date me!"
`Hmm,' Jason thought. Good time for a provocative question, "Even the guys?"
It shut his passenger up for a moment, perhaps deciding on how to answer. "You know I've been dealing with this my whole life, just about, lied about it, even at the college I went to for my teaching degree I didn't share this with anyone and I'm not sure why I'm telling you, but I've wanted for the longest time to be myself and not have to hide who I really am?"
He has an idea of where this is all leading, but jokes, "You're a mass murderer and you're really going to kill me, steal my car and throw my body in a ditch?"
He smiled. "No, nothing as drastic as such, but more on a serious matter, um.... I don't know how to put this."
"And you're an English professor?"
The prof was beating around the bush here. Earlier he had noticed something from his classroom window and even though he held degrees in English, "I claim to be, but right now I seem to be having difficulty getting it out."
Jason had an inkling all along, but wondered how the professor `knew' he could trust him with his secret.
"Oh, I didn't introduce myself, did I?" He crossed his middle with his right arm and stuck out his hand. "I'm Dr. Jared Allen," then he drops the doctorate degree, "Jared Allen... um, you can call me Jared."
Taking his hand, Jason replies, "Jason Halpenny. You can call me Jason." He was tired of this pussy-footin' around, so got to the point, because he was sure what Jared was driving at here is what he assumed, "Are you trying to tell me your gay?"
Their hands were still engaged.
"Um, yeah. I think it's what I was trying to get out," Jared responded. "Is it okay?" he asked rather foolishly.
Breaking their connection, Jason replies, "You be what you are. I'm what I am and proud of it..." then it occured to Jason, "Hey, why me?"
"What?"
"Why are you trusting `me' to tell. I'm a total stranger to you."
"A confession is in order on my part. You see, there's nothing wrong with my car."
"So what the fuck you.."
"Please," Jared renders, his hand to Jason's arm, "hear me out."
"I'm listening," Jason replies, shaking Jared's hand off his arm. In reality he was happy the way things turned out. Jared was so hot looking.
"I don't blame you if you kick me out of your car. I watched you and Brett get out of your car."
Jason looks at him, "Brett?"
"He's in one of my English classes. I know he's gay, because he's one of the `guys' who hit on the professor!"
"Surprises me," Jason replies, referencing the `master-slave' thing.
"Yeah I know. I'm not the best looking guy in the world, but in Brett's apology he said he was sure of it, but.... But anyway, I saw you and him walking towards the dorm and..."
"Wait a minute, if you saw us get out of the car and you were watching from your classroom, how could you see us walking into his dorm?"
"I left my classroom and exited through the east side of the building."
"So you were following us. Stalking us."
"Not exactly stalking. More I was wondering whether you were.... um..."
"I am," Jason replies. "But what if I weren't?"
"Like I said, I'd be sitting in the parking lot on my ass!"
"Hmm," Jason thought about it, wondering if this dude was on the level. "Okay, so you see Brett and me leave my car, follow us to his dorm and ten minutes ago you tell me your car needs a jump. Hey, what were you doing for two hours anyway?"
"Waiting in my car."
His interrogation was near complete. Jason pops his last question, "What reason would you go to all this trouble?"
"Because I think you're hot."
"You think I'm hot?"
Jared replies matter-of-factly, "Um, yeah." He looks at his side of the car.
"There's only one problem with that?" Jason recalls his attention.
"What's that?" Jared asks to his face.
"The campus is like loaded with hot looking guys. Why not pick up some guy from one of your classes? Why not Brett?"
Looking straight ahead, Jared says, "Tell you the truth Jason, there's at least six guys in my classes I could confront, but..call me chicken, I don't want to mix personal matters with professional."
Jason says, "Well, I'm going to be attending Bald Mountain Community College in the fall. How would it look if I went out with my English Professor?"
"You would really go out with me?"
"Sure, I think you could be hot in bed," Jason replies.
Coughing, Jared says, "I was thinking we could do more on our first time together?"
"Oh, you want to like `date' date? Like go somewhere? Aren't you afraid somebody's going to see us together?"
Suddenly Jared jacks the car door handle. "Maybe I should go."
Opening it, Jason reaches across his lap and pulls it closed.
Jared looks towards him for answers.
"How long are you going to run away from your being gay?"
"I didn't want you to think I was `using' you."
"Using me?"
"Originally, when I followed you to the dorm, waited, figuring you were having sex with Brett, I figured I would `use' you, a pawn in my plan to out myself. But then, after I sat here and started talking to you, I thought what a crappy idea it is. I feel very embarrassed about the whole thing."
"Are you kidding man? I think it's a great plan," Jason says.
"Really?
"Yeah man." Then he gives Jared his own strategy, "You use me and I'll use you!"
"Uh, I'm not into trading an `A' grade for sex?" the handle of the door moved.
"No. I think it would be cool dating you. Hey, I might not even get your class in the fall."
They both sat there with a moment of silence between them.
Jared says. "How do approach this?" at the same time Jason says, "Where do you want to go?"
"You go first," he tells Jason.
Being Jared said almost the same thing, Jason replies, "I could use a couple of slices of pizza if you're buying?"
Smiling, Jared says, "Should I follow you in my car?"
Boldly Jason tells him, "I think it would good, because when we go to your place afterwards, your car will be there and we don't have to come back here?"
He waited for Jared's brain to catch up.
"Uh yeah. I guess we could do that."
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"How does it feel?" Ke'ala asks Patrick.
"Weird," Patrick answers, "but awesome."
Lying there in the bed, Patrick had waited for Ke'ala to suck his cock until it was mightily erected, then questioned what he was doing when Ke'ala got up and squatted down on his pubes. Patrick bit his lip as he felt Ke'ala's hand on his cock. Slowly Ke'ala `sat' until Patrick's shaft started to feel penetration. Both gasped, Patrick from the insertion grabbing at his shaft, Ke'ala's ass being slowly entered.
"Tell me how this feels!"
No words were necessary for Patrick, nor Ke'ala, as the Hawaiian's ass sank lower towards the eighteen year old's pubes.
"O-o-o-o-oh... O-o-o-o-oh... O-oh... Oh that feels awesome!" Patrick exclaimed as his hand clenched at the sheets.
Ke'ala was no different, feeling Patrick's shaft slowly stabbing him. Closing his eyes, he dropped his head back.
"Slower," Patrick said when Ke'ala began jack-knifing his legs, lifting and lowering.
He slowed.
"Oh yeah... that's better," Patrick replied in a smooth tone.
This went on for several minutes, Ke'ala lifting all the way off.
"What are you stopping for? It felt so, so good Ke'ala!"
"I think it is time you give your first fuck?"
"You mean do it to you?"
Ke'ala smiles, replying, "If you want to?" Same time his hand was keeping Patrick's juicy cock stiff.
Patrick lay there. "I guess it wouldn't be any different than what you just did?"
Ke'ala smiled. He could have told Patrick there would be a difference, but let the subject be for Patrick's own discovery.
"You better move," became Patrick's answer.
Lifting himself up, the two traded places.
Ke'ala informed him, "Did you notice I wet my ass before I directed your cock into me?"
"Huh?"
"Remember how I sucked on your fingers before?"
"When we were lying in bed together. Yeah I remember. So?"
"Your finger would not have slipped inside me so easy if it were dry."
Patrick did recall Jason saying something about lubing up a guy's ass, so Patrick inquires, "You got any lube?"
"One second!" He watched as Ke'ala got up, walked to the closet, took out his sports bag and rifled through a side pocket. "Here we are."
"Cool!" Patrick said of the blue gel tube.
"Here," Ke'ala handed him the tube before rebounding in the bed. Immediately he puts his hands under his thighs and lifts his legs.
Patrick got as far as twisting the cap off. "Oops!" he says when he accidentally squeezes out enough to fuck a whole army!
Ke'ala laughs.
"I just wasted half your tube of gel!"
"Lube yourself up, then me!" Ke'ala remedies the problem.
"Uh, sure," Patrick replies. Himself fine, but he's not so sure of Ke'ala's hairy cave entrance. So, he smears the blue gel on his cock, "Ooh it's cold!" But hesitates using up the rest.
"No need to be shy," Ke'ala says, taking some of the blue goo and creaming up his own ass chute.
All ready, Patrick admits, "It's a little different doing it this way. Especially for my first time?"
Willing to help, Ke'ala coaches him, getting Patrick in place first. "All you do is line up the tip with my hole and push."
"Easier said than done!" Patrick replies, moving his knees forwards, his hand holding his torpedo up.
"Oh yes," Ke'ala agrees, "but after it's done, then that is something!"
And like he's been doing it for years, beyond the first push, Patrick sunk deep into Ke'ala's ass cavity. "O-o-o-oh man does this feel great!"
Ke'ala smiled at the same time he was feeling good', watching Patrick enjoy the feeling of his cock warming up'.
And when Ke'ala pulsed his ass, "Oh yeah! Do that again!" Patrick exclaimed.
Pretty much learning from Ke'ala sinking down on his pubes, Patrick performed the opposite motion, shoving his torso forwards, then retreating... forwards... retreat... forwards... retreat. Sometimes he would do a slow fuck, especially when Ke'ala used his pulsing technique. "Oh yeah! Do it again! More!"
Later, Patrick would tell him how tight he was, but when he did that `tight thingee', it made it all the more pleasurable!
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness! TCMcP.....