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. % Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.
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PaTRick'S LuCKy CHarM 02 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Fortunately for Jason, he knew of `Old-Man-Foresi's' cabin in the woods. Lots of times he and Patrick had passed it, or on occasion the pair and two or three of their friends would trespass, finding their way to the lake. It never failed, Old-Man-Foresi, coming to the front door, yelling obscenities, threatening legal action regarding stepping foot on his property, with intent to have their asses landing in jail. He never followed up on the threat, but he sure could sound mean!
"Sure," he thought out loud, "run away and leave me to fold up the tent!"
So, without further complaint, Jason huffed and puffed, racing to pack up the tent, the one sleeping bag they would share and a square ice chest storing a few beers and sandwiches. With the gear packed up, he slung the lightweight tent over his shoulder, hanging by a strap over his muscled shoulder, the sleeping bag under his arm, molded to his waistline and grasped the handle of the food bin with his right hand.
"Just wait till I see that Patrick!" he complained to himself, having to over exert his six-pack abs and the other muscles, all joining in to haul the equipment. He went to take a step, then shifted his left foot over towards his right, realizing Old-Man-Foresi's cabin was off in the opposite direction. He almost lost his balance, cursing out. "That danged Patrick. I just be he and Foresi have that stew all eaten up by now!" And as he hiked in the direction he thought the cabin was in, his mind thought along the lines of something more risqué. He pictured in his mind Patrick in Foresi's arms, Foresi lifting Patrick's tee shirt off overhead. True to what he's read on the net, some gay, erotic story, he pictured in his mind Foresi leaning over, taking an oral sampling of Patrick's nip. By the time he got to eyes view of the cabin he had Patrick undressed and Foresi on his knees, his nose buried in his friend's crotch. But as his feet
took him closer the fantasy slowly dissipated. "What tha?" he voice his opinion loudly. Instead of the squared off cabin, under construction, next to it were frameworks of what was to come. The landscape directly in front, the place where they ran across, parallel to the cabin, was torn up. To one side was a jeep and next to it a silver BMW. As he passed by it, he admired the smoky, tinted glass. Not going unnoticed, he scanned over the jeep, stopping to admire the blue color with light blue highlights. He repeated out loud the saying on the side, "Tony Foresi Landscaping?"
Forgetting his original thoughts he approached the front door. Without a free hand he tapped his sneaker on the bottom of the door. From within he heard Foresi call out, "C'mon in!"
"Like my hands are full?" He shouted back through the wooden door.
"Here. Let me give you a hand with all that stuff."
The volume of his crotch had shrunk, the sight of the two hot vehicles on the dirt pathway, taking in the sight of the awesome jeep, mostly. After acknowledging Foresi helping him out, he responded, "Thanks Tony," first time calling him that.
"You're welcome, Jason," Tony replied. Relieved of the ice chest and tent, Jason hugged the sleeping bag in front of him. And, much to the contrary, his bud was still clothed, as was Tony.
"Hey Jason - you gotta taste this!"
"What is it?" He asked, looking down at Patrick's bowl. On the side, when Tony stole the sleeping bag out of Jason's arms, "Oh thanks."
"I've never had bear stew, but this sure is good!"
"You think?" Jason replies. Stealing the spoon out of Patrick's hand he tries it for himself. "Hey! This `is' good!"
Tony, returning, says, "Thanks!"
And when Tony grabbed a bowl, took it to the stove, began ladling it out, Jason grabbed his crotch, meaning to send a signal to Patrick, something to effect of how good it would feel, having a go at Tony's ass.
Smirking, Patrick pulled Jason's hand off his crotch and just shook his head.
"What?" Jason mouthed the words.
Returning to the table with a bowl of bear stew, Tony knew something was up. Rather than pry he averted to, "So, I see you found your way through the woods okay, Jason?"
Sitting down in front of the bowl placed on one side of the small, rectangular table, Jason replies, "Uh yeah, but... looks like you're upgrading the place or something?"
It had been obvious, the timbers set in a house-like frame, apparent there would be construction of an upstairs as well as downstairs, making it seem twice the size or larger than the existing cabin floor.
"Yeah, my old man was kind of a cheapskate. Believe it or not he didn't believe in banks, squirreling all his money away under the floorboards of the cabin."
Jason looked about the cabin floor.
"Not in here. In the bedroom," Tony replied to his gazing. He choked on his soup when Tony told, "You wonder how a man could fit half a million dollars under the floor boards."
"Half a mill?" Jason whistled.
Silent for the most part, Patrick replies, "Yeah. Tony's remodeling the place, making it into a real `spa' almost. He's gonna have a sauna, hot tub, indoor swimming pool and other cool stuff."
"What a shame you don't have anybody to share it with!" Jason remarks.
Back in the woods it was Patrick and Tony exchanging nice words and looks. He wondered what changed which made Tony suddenly change his mind.
"Are you offering?"
"Offering what?" Jason asked, glancing to Patrick, Tony and back.
Patrick rationalized, "I kind of mentioned to Tony how we're like.... Both tops?"
When Patrick said it, Jason suddenly wondered if Patrick was giving up all rights. "Yeah. And?" he directed his attention towards Tony.
Then his head swung back to his bud when he enlightened him, "I mentioned to Tony how you used to say you were holding out for the right man before you did any.... Well, anal stuff?"
This time, when Jason shifted his attention back to Tony, Tony had his spoon in plain view, his tongue sticking out of his mouth, licking it off the lengthways, meant to simulate something else.
"Uh yeah," Jason replies, watching Tony lick the front as well as back of the spoon. "I think I said something to that effect."
What neither of the two could guess was Jason, his hand he wasn't feeding himself with, under the table, feeling up his growing erection.
Tony was a big tease and he was milking Jason for all it was worth. Then the bombshell came, "As soon as you finish up there, you two can scoot off to the bedroom. I'll clean up here and go out back and finish up some work."
So it came to be, Tony giving the two a tour of the small cabin, depositing him in the bedroom.
"Um, like where are you gonna sleep, Tony?" Jason asks.
If it were Patrick asking, Tony might have sensed a genuine concern about him sleeping on a rug in front of the fireplace, but coming from Jason he thought otherwise. Instead of referring to cozying up by the fire he readjusts his belt around his waist and asks, "Unless you've got a better idea?"
It kind of entertained Patrick, watching Tony push all the right buttons. Both boys have known each other practically their whole lives. He knew Jason's thoughts, but smiled when he sensed Tony knew exactly his friends thoughts and was playing up to him like a Hollywood script.
"Well, I was..." Jason started in. Not really itchy, he scratched the back of his head, loosening the baseball cap and then replacing it over his head after grooming his hair back with his hand. "I mean... um... "
Totally lost for words, Patrick invents, "It's okay.. Really Jason. If you and Tony want to do something it's okay by me."
Jason felt led to say, "But I thought you and Patrick were like...."
"Tony and me... we had this little talk and... well...." Patrick tried explaining.
Breaking through all the bullcrap, Tony tells, "Hey, when a guy hasn't had a proper fucking in a month, it'll drive him to say what he doesn't mean. You're friend here," Tony refers to Patrick, "doesn't seem to have the same drive' you seem to have?" With two meanings, Tony knew Jason was thinking of the latter, driving the point' home.
"So you wanna like mess around?" Jason questions.
"Like I said," Tony tells, "I've got some stuff to do out back. It's your night," meaning Patrick and Jasons prom-night`, "I don't want to come between what you two had going. So I'll just take my leave and...."
Closing the door behind him, Jason asks Patrick, "What do you think that was all about?"
Patrick shrugged his shoulders, but he knew Jason, given the chance, would love to have Tony tickling his cock with his tongue. "Um, beats me!" Patrick replied.
Being it dark outside, the two peeled down their clothes for the second time this evening. Rolling down the huge comforter, they placed themselves in between the sheets. Unlike the rush from the lake to the tent, the fervor of kissing taking place, they remained inactive, lying there in silence.
Knowing Jason's thoughts, Patrick asks out of the blue, "I wonder how it would feel fucking Tony's ass?"
"What?" Jason asks, propping himself up on an elbow as he turned to his bud. "You want to fuck Tony?"
"No," Patrick responds, "but you do!"
"Yeah right," Jason replied, slapping his back against the mattress.
Meaning to provoke, Patrick says, "I mean wouldn't it be to your advantage, knowing how to fuck ass before you got to college?"
Back to poking his elbow in the pillow, Jason tells him, "What do you think Pat?"
"Patrick!"
Filled with animosity, "Patrick. You think I'm going to want to fuck every guy on campus?"
"Well you're always so horny. And... you say you're saving it for that special guy.. Well that's a bunch of bullcrap! I mean look at all the times I've mentioned it to you."
"Mentioned what?"
"All the times in the say last two years I've wanted to fuck you and you turned me down."
"So what's your point, `Patrick'?" Jason shows annoyance.
"My point is, Jason, you've mentioned how you would want to fuck every hot man under the sun, but never once have you even bothered to ask if you could fuck me!"
Lying in bed, eyes to the ceiling, Patrick folded him arms across his midsection and sulked.
In Patrick's breathing space, Jason butts the side of his bod up to his bed-buddy and says, "But I thought you don't `want' to be fucked, Patrick?"
"I don't," he replies.
Again Jason asks, "So what's your point?"
Throwing the covers down, revealing their teenage splendor, Patrick heads to the door.
"Where are you going Patrick?"
"To get what you really want!"
But how surprised were not only Patrick and Jason, when Patrick's hand turned the door knob. Patrick just stood there, looking, Jason sitting up tall in the bed, the two looking at Tony, arms spread out in front of him, his belly to the floor.
Looking up, he smiled and said, "Good evening gentlemen. Hee... heee... I suppose you're wondering why I was at your door?"
The two `knew'.
"Well, I was out in the tool shed y'see and saw the screwdriver, which then jogged something in my mind and so I thought I would come inside and fix the loose doorknob." Tony smiled, hoping they would buy it.
They weren't.
"Seems to work fine," Patrick tried the doorknob.
Jason inquires, "Where's your screwdriver?"
"Oh!" He says as he stands, feeling up the pockets of his flannel shirt and jeans. "I guess I must have dropped it outside some where's. I guess I better go find it!"
When Tony turned to leave he found opposition, Patrick `and' the door in his way!
"You mind moving?" He said to Patrick.
Glancing over Tony's shoulder, Patrick smiled, saying, "Yeah I mind moving!"
"Oh fuck!" He shouted out.
An understatement when he felt Jason's hands on his beltline, pulling his crotch into his butt. Then backing off immediately, the two teens watched as Tony flaunted the most priceless look on his face.
One of the rare times in Tony's life, he was left speechless, his jaw dropped open.
In total abandon of innocence, Patrick says, "Maybe you should fill `that' Jason?"
And what seemed like a carefully planned skit, Jason walks the few steps to Tony's front, says, "First things first."
"Oh hell yeah!" Tony says, looking down upon himself, watching Jason begin to unbutton the front of his shirt.
"Wow are you hairy Tony!" Patrick exclaims, seeing the first hints of a hairy front.
His hands held them before, so Tony didn't feel any hesitation, taking Jason's teen balls in his right hand.
Before he was reluctant, but now Patrick was fueled both by teen testosterone and the more sexually-relaxed atmosphere, totally different than the scene by the lake. Without reservation, took Tony's other hand and guided it to his crotch.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Tony sighed as if something sexual was happening to him.
Working in unison, as Jason finished up on the last couple of buttons, pulling Tony's shirt out of his pants, Patrick began unbuckling his belt.
"Shit! Prom night was never as good as this for me!"
Later on the two would hear Tony's tale of how he spent much of Prom night with one of the chaperones, in the wrestling room of the high school gym!
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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