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RiNG DaNG DoO 02
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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First to arrive at Rocco's Italian Cuisine, it's his nephew who greets the two with menus, particularly singling out Ari, "How did the fashion go, `hot man'?" Then, slapping the menu over his own lips, Gino looks over the top, apologizing, "Oops! Sorry! Forgot!"
Fortunately for Gino, there wasn't many patrons about to listen him outing his friend. Those, it would not matter, not being connected with the lifestyle of the Israeli high school student.
Ari didn't offer, unless asked, but it was Wrolf who drops the bomb, "Doesn't matter much now for either of us, does it Ari?"
Gino ignores the statement for the moment, asking, "Say, Ari, what's with the geek?"
On their way over in the car, Ms. Kravitz, and her lesbian partner, the art teacher, Leesa Biggins pretty much caught up on more important matters, like what was for dinner.
For Ari and Wrolf, their whole conversation contained a quick myriad of subjects. It opened with Wrolf thanking Ari over and over for `all he's done', then the conversation updating to what the other guys thought. As to what was going to be the repercussions of Ari outing them both, Ari said whatever happened, happened.
Now, here with Gino, came their first opportunity to explore what it was like to be `gay in public'.
Gino was all eyes, watching Ari, whom shared his humble manner of hottest guy in the school, if not the whole town, places his arm over Wrolf's shoulder, and asks, "You have a table for me and my boyfriend?"
He meant it to shock the living daylights out of Gino and it did, as far as his arm touching Wrolf. As popular as Ari was, vanity-wise, Wrolf bent in the other direction.
Chubby at the chest and wearing a muffin top, the glasses rounded out his portrait of the standard nerd. All of this came to fruition upon the manner in which he spoke, a bit flamboyant, but also astute and with a flair for knowledge, whenever put to the test.
"Boyfriend?" Wrolf got the up-down glance from Gino.
Apparently gay, that part of the equation didn't shock Gino at all on account of he already knew Ari was gay! This came about last year, quite accidentally. A senior, Gino had lagged behind, being in charge of putting some equipment away.
Too, Ari had finished out last, hanging around to listen to Coach Ronson congratulate him on some moves on the basketball court. At six foot-one, he was a good contender. However, as much as he respected coach, standing there and listening, he had wanted to get showered, dressed and on his way home.
Finally making excuse he had something planned with his dad, he marched off to the locker room, like he had someplace to go in a hurry.
It was no lie though he had to shower. After every basketball game or practice, he was dripping with sweat, looking like he was in the shower! At his locker, he dismantled his sweaty gear, tearing his shirt off over head. At the same moment, he was jarred from the locker room silence by the sound of the water jet in the shower being turned on. Such was the shock, setting off visions in his head, Ari fell prey to eventually seeing one of his team mates in the buff. Throughout the past few years he's remarked to himself of the need to keep reserved, turning away from thoughts which would excite him down yonder, between the legs. However, the sudden sound caught him off guard and immediately the last face he saw, Patrick O'Halloran, on the court. At this moment, Patrick in his regulation basketball garb wasn't on his mind, but the last time he saw Patrick totally disrobed. "Oh shit!" Ari said to himself when becoming `active'. With wishful thinking Ari waited a moment or two for the shower to stop running. It didn't. He was getting fidgety. Then with a large inhale and exhale he fitted his towel around his waist. He studied the front. It didn't look too tented. Seeing he had lost some monumental length, he cautions himself, "Down boy!"
Experiencing his lost erection or quite amount of his hard tubular exposure, Ari walks off towards the shower. Because he hoped to escape the guy showering, he pranced lightly. Inside the rather ill-lit room, he went on hearing, until he picked up a `strange behavior' for the shower room, guttural sounds. He had a choice to either avoid the guy, go to the far side of the room, or confront the animalistic vocal rendering.
Curiosity getting the best of him, Ari proceeded ever so slowly and was amazed he could sneak up without any noise whatsoever. Could be too, the guy was so involved in slowly massaging his cock, his head dropped backwards, eyes closed and cooing with such pleasure, he didn't see or hear Ari's approach.
It worked for him and against him. His curiosity satiated, seeing it was Gino Porcini, a senior and on the soccer team, he was satisfied. However, his tenting towel was something which needed either attention or adjustment. He went with adjusting it. Gazing down to his waist, he still held the towel fixings and with his right hand, dove underneath the towel, much like he would with jeans on. His hand skipping over his teen treasure trail, Ari slipping his five digits in, tried funneling his tube `somewhere'. Unfortunately a towel vs. jeans, the jeans would have been easier to hide his nine inches of cut sausage.
Forget it though. It didn't matter, Gino suddenly looking down at his own, only to catch Ari's image in the flow of water over his bod, "Ari? What are you doing here?"
Ari froze, his hand being his main focus, clutching his hard shaft behind the `curtain'. "Um," he slowly slipped his hand out, up over his bellyhole, his stomach and rubbed his left hand over his right pec, "I just got off practice," he walked his way through, "and needed to get the grime off." In plain sight, it wasn't guessing, what Gino was doing, but Ari offering, "You?" His gaze show, no doubt, singling out Gino's pubes, before both eyes locked.
Knowing he was snagged, Gino shrugged shoulders, saying, "A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do!"
Nervous, to say the least, Ari replies, "I guess so."
They both stood there, Gino under the shower, Ari still with towel around waist. Neither seemed to want to take the initiative to speak.
Finally, Gino makes a move, stepping out of the shower, walking over to Ari. Being a senior, he was about to leave behind high school and a week left, if it were found out he was gay, didn't matter. He did question in his mind Ari, a high school junior and what he would have to deal with. Yet, his hand still slowly feeling himself up, his boiling balls overpowered his mind and what would be the right thing to do. Also, he wasn't sure, standing there in front of Ari, if his comments and actions would be accepted or else he would get his head banged against the latrine wall, but Gino had this feeling and it just won't stop him from doing what he felt right to do.
Both staring at each other, neither bothered to realize the implications as Gino's fingertips tucked into the fold of Ari's towel, his knuckles making contact with the hairy skin of Ari's pubes. He could swear a finger touched the base of Ari's cock.
Gino did admit, "I know I'm going someplace where I shouldn't, so if you want to kick my ass out the door, I understand Ari."
More struck with anxiety and wanting, he stood there. With eyes still locked, his hand fell from the towel, giving Gino full control.
"If you want me to stop..."
"No..." Ari followed, knowing where this was going to go, at least the disrobing towel part.
He still didn't make a leap for it, the towel unraveled at the front, only place which kept the terry fabric from falling off his slender hips. Like Ari would think later, even though the shower room was steamy, his bod stood in place, frozen.
"Beautiful!" Gino says, the towel falling away, behind Ari.
Ari wasn't sure what to make of things, other than he wanted this moment, his first man to man encounter.
"Would you mind?" Gino asks, already on his knees.
`Mind what?' was on Ari's brain, but knowing what Gino wanted, there on his knees, him already having wetted his own lips. Not sure how this would all pan out, Ari figured he would not find out, unless accepting, "No, I don't mind."
Chills ran up and down his spine as Gino tenderly took his balls in hand, the other hand directing his nine inches, which by now had hardened up all on it's own, but felt like growing more, suddenly, as Gino placed his cock on his tongue.
"Mm-m-m-m," Gino hums, Ari's cock sliding into his mouth.
Not without emotion, Ari cooed at the way his cock felt, all surrounded by a wet, hot mouth, Gino's tongue massaging the underside. As he's seen his cousin pat his dog, a reward for doing something good, like a natural thing, Ari commended Gino with making him feel oh so awesome, placing his hand on top of the Italian's shaggy hair and feeling up the lush cut. It did occur to Ari, asking, "You... you've done this before?"
A year ahead of him in school, seemed to make all the difference, almost ready to be out there in the world, Gino pops off with a wet tone, "Yeah. Lots of times. Can't you tell?"
With nothing to use as comparison, all Ari knew was, Gino's lips massaging to and fro, making him feel like he wanted to ejaculate, something he's done with his own hand in bed, often, he can't dispute, "Sure does." Then, lost in the ecstasy of his own being, Ari closes his eyes, soon his head dropping back like he's in a sleeping mode and just dreaming of a guy sucking him off, instead of it being reality.
That's how the two became close friends and have remained ever since. In fact, if it hadn't been for Gino, having a place to invite guys over for gay sex, probably Ari would never had had another blow job given him until he graduated high school and was out on his own.
Gino agreeing to keep it mum, it's how Ari managed to do also. There wasn't any reason for him to act or be forward exposing his gay nature, since Gino and his gay college friends gave him all the satisfaction he needed.
At this very moment, Gino mentioning Wrolf for being a little on the chubby and geeky side, Ari does volunteer, "The dude named Fred?"
"What about Fred?" Gino asks, and then remembering the thirty-four year old manager of the `Shop'n'Drop', "Oh yeah, Freddy. What about Freddy?"
"He wasn't as smart as Wrolf, but he sure didn't look like he missed many meals?"
True, Gino assesses, bopping his head about. Even though the boys were awkward in their approach to each other, they became playmates. Gino hustled up for gay play as often as Ari could, providing fellow college students or the occasional outsider. It happened one weekend, a visiting relative, Freddy Dillman, who didn't quite fit the mold, but he sure could give a hot fuck!
"Who can forget Freddie," Gino replies.
Overriding the insinuations, being smart and as fat as Freddie, Wrolf asks, "We came here to eat. Are we going to eat?"
Gino, from a different angle, based on Freddie's long, thick tube, replies, "Depends on how big you are!"
Ari replies, "Gino, just shut the fuck up and give us a table?"
"Right away, `sir'!" Gino says in joking manner, whisking Wrolf and Ari away.
Following the two, whereas Ari held conversation with Gino, Wrolf now dominated his friend's attention.
Sitting, upon seeing some of his fashion show buds wander in, he wasn't sure of the outcome, but ventured to guess, "Here's where the shit hits the fan!"
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Copyright 2011 T. Chase McPhee
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