Patricks Lucky Charm

By T. Chase McPhee

Published on Aug 13, 2009

Gay

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 safetymatters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.

PaTRick'S LuCKy CHarM 14 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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All evening the two parties resided on the patio, after Uncle Pat showed his new police officer friend around the yard, which extended quite far back to the woods. Ke'ala got pretty much the same guided tour, except around the back of the garage, which seemed like an eternity getting around the two car facility. Exiting the other side, Pat and Austin had beat them back to the chairs and choosing the chaise lounges, whereas Patrick and Ke'ala settled for the leftovers, two Adirondack chairs.

"Sorry," Patrick made comment about the sloping, wooden chairs. "Not very comfortable, are they?"

Sitting in his, Ke'ala launched his ass out of it, but hung on to the arms. He picked the chair up, dropped it next to Patrick, as opposed to facing him and replies, "There. Now I can talk to you without the birds hearing!"

It was a sweet way of saying it and it made Patrick smile. He says, as his hand migrates from his armchair to Ke'ala's, "I hope we're going to be doing more than chirping to each other!"

Now that Patrick was out, it didn't matter what he did in front of his uncle. A glance across the lawn told him, Uncle Pat wasn't hiding anything either. So as if the natural thing to do, he sagged to his right and used Ke'ala's chair as a fulcrum to get closer.

"You kiss so nicely," Ke'ala says of the sweetness of Patrick's lips on his.

"You're a good teacher Ke'ala!"

They both smile at each other.

Patrick would like to take this further, but feels if they get into some heavy kissing it could get a bit conspicuous, uncomfortable in front of his uncle, so asks, "You know Uncle Pat has a real old Ford. Want to see it?"

"You are into old cars?" Ke'ala inquires.

"No. Are you?"

Ke'ala shakes his head, saying, "Most of the time I ride old surfboards!"

Thinking he's losing ground Patrick makes up, "Well you never know. You might not ever see a 1966 Ford Mustang again?"

Again, the smile, this time with teeth showing, lights up Ke'ala's face. He presses his arms down on the chair as he says, "I suppose I should not pass up this opportunity then!"

Before they leave the backyard scene, Patrick cups his hands in front of his mouth and yells across the lawn, "Uncle Pat! I'm taking Ke'ala for a spin in the Mustang!" A wave is all Patrick needs for an okay.

First time Ke'ala has been out for a joyride in the area, nothing is familiar to him except what he knows from his university studies and as they take on some hairpin turns around the Pacific Northwestern area, he's begins taking a vocal inventory of what he sees.

"You're smart. How long did it take you to learn all that stuff?"

"It came easy because I wanted to learn. I have such a fascination over every little creatures which moves and what every tree and plant is called."

"I could never remember half of what you called those trees back there!" Patrick says as he takes on a turn, making Ke'ala fall against the passenger side door.

"I learn because I have a love for being a part of it." Sweetly he renders, "It is why I want to learn about you, Patrick." One glance to Ke'ala made the man excited, seeing the smile on Patrick's face.

"You're sure of what you're saying?" Patrick asks, turning onto Cedarbrook Lane.

Ke'ala didn't answer, but alerted to the fact they turned onto a road which did make him familiar to the geography, "This is the road to the country club."

"I hope your room is picked up."

In all seriousness, with possibility he's not getting the meaning of Patrick's words, Ke'ala replies, "I still have some unpacking to do."

"Then I can help you unpack!"

An adjunct faculty member at the university, it finally dawns on Ke'ala; he hasn't invited Patrick to the cottage he will be residing at for the summer, but rather Patrick has invited himself! And after they park, Ke'ala says, "Thank you very much for taking me for a ride in your uncle's vintage Mustang. It saves me from taking a taxi."

Patrick thought he was making himself clear all along, but apparently Hawaiians have different interpetations of things said, than mainland peoples!

Ke'ala gets out and walks around to Patrick's side of the Mustang. "It was good to meet your Uncle Pat and I will have to thank him for his hospitality another time."

The idea of Ke'ala leaning on the door he was supposed to be opening, shot down all hopes of Patrick spending some intimate time together this evening. They shared a small smooch before he watches Ke'ala walk between buildings and disappear. He did some soul searching and kept coming up with only one word, `Ke'ala'. Even a distraction, some guy walking by with a leash around the neck of another guy, totally in the buff, couldn't distract Patrick from his thoughts, even though he found himself calling the situation, "Weird!" When the two were in their car and out of the parking lot, Patrick's mind turned right back to Ke'ala. "What am I gonna do?" he questioned himself. He thought on it. Patrick was eighteen, old enough to be a man, old enough to think for himself. He did his thinking and nothing seemed more right for him right now than to be with Ke'ala. Doing the responsible thing, he opened the contacts folder of his

cellphone, dialed Uncle Pat, let him know the score, he was either going to be out very late or not even come home and left a phone number, the main desk of Granite Lake Country Club, in case of emergency. Patrick was kind of relieved he got the answering machine, instead of Uncle Pat in the flesh! With that out of the way, he sighed a big exhale of relief. Next step would be getting out of the car!

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"I don't know Brett. It's all kind of weird stuff," Jason said as he and Brett Halsey sat in the student parking lot of Bald Mountain Community College.

On the way from Granite Lake Country Club to the college, Brett attended and resided at, he told how he got into this roleplaying stuff.

Everytime Brett mentioned something, Jason shot it down with apparently not understanding the meaning for the logic behind fooling around with corporal punishment, wearing a collar and being owned by another man.

After pulling into the lot, the twenty-two year old college student informs Jason, "But I'm not `all' about the roleplaying. If you want to come up to my dorm room I can show you how I can be as a natural guy?"

"None of this `yes-sir-whip me' business?" Jason asks.

Brett replies, "No." And mellowing out, "We can do some intimate time together."

Jason took the keys out of the ignition. Walking towards the dorm, a few passing guys said hello to Brett and they seemed to act normal. None referred to Brett as Boy-Brett or even a simple boy'. "Who knows about you being this other slave' person?"

"The other guys into the roleplaying, maybe five or six guys and of course the masters', which are about two or three. Some don't live on campus and one of the masters' is a professor at the college."

"What?" Jason exclaims. "How can he put himself in that position?"

"Because," Brett explains, as he did before, "like I told you Jason, it's an acceptable part of a lifestyle. We all sign release forms stating we are doing this of our own free will and put our signature on the form, which makes it consential. It covers everybody's ass."

"It's still too much for me."

"I know it is Jason, but since you don't want to have any part of it, you don't have to worry about being educated in it." And as they climb the stairs, enter the fourth floor dorm hallway, Brett opens the second door on the left.

"You don't lock your door when your out?" Jason questions as he follows Brett into the room.

But Brett does now, an audible click heard. "Except when my roommate or myself are in here and something intimate is going on."

"Roommate?" Jason asks, his thumb indicating the dude snoring in the bed on the other side of the room.

"Karl's a heavy sleeper," Brett brushes it off. "Now, what about you and me?"

Contrary to the way things were going up till now, Jason was getting quite a bit nervous, sweating it out to say the least. "Um, what are we going to do?"

His fears settled when Brett walked up to him, came within two inches, placed his hands up and under Jason's tee shirt and replies, "First I'm going to strip you down, then make love to your hot bod... there's no place on your flesh my tongue isn't going to wet down..."

"Um, even my toes?"

"If we get that far," Brett replies, ending with a smile.

"But what if Karl wakes up?" Jason asks after Brett removes his shirt.

Shrugging his shoulders, Brett replies, "If Karl wakes up and he's in the mood, he might just come over and join in!"

Jason gulped. "Really?"

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His first amount of effort was getting out of the car. Twice Patrick walked towards the gap between the country club main building and the facility which housed the employee's lockers and laundry. Third time he kept his mind on track, walking fastly. He kept his pace up as the moist lawn made his sneakers squeeky. After passing through the line of bushes, the purpose to hide the row of bungalows, his feet stepped on crunching gravel. The first two steps were loud, but then Patrick began to tread lightly. Passing by Salv's bungalow, there was a very dim light on.. He heard moaning which meant either Salv had company or he was `doing it to himself'! A few feet away, the lights were still on in Ke'ala's bungalow. He approached the white building. He stopped for a moment when he saw Ke'ala pass by the window. "Wow!" he said in a whisper. Even though he has seen Ke'ala at the pool, his hairy bod all wet, this set off some new vibrations

within his soul. For a June evening, in the mountains, it seemed awfully warm, not usual for this time of year. Yet, Granite Lake Country Club sat in the valley, which could justify it being a little balmy. Patrick didn't think at all, it could have been a reflection on the state of his nerves right now. When he heard some talk and Salv's door being opened, it made Patrick's pace pickup, breaking into a light jog to escape the visual of his presence. It brought him directly in front of Ke'ala's bungalow and he stepped to the side, plastering his back to the wall near the window he saw Ke'ala walk by barechested. He watched and waited, seeing a guy leave Salv's bungalow, putting his shirt on as he walked between the bushes. Convinced Salv was back inside his own residence, Patrick cleared his throat, readjusted his shirt over his sweaty frame and after making himself presentable walked around the side of the building to the front. He stood

at Ke'ala's door. The screen door opened right on into the room. It was dark out and light inside, so most likely he would not be detected unless he made some noise.

"Hello?" he called out. Nothing happened. "Hello? Ke'ala? It's me. Patrick."

"Your car would not start?"

His back was to the light and Patrick took on the sight of Ke'ala... his perfectly rounded shoulders, his bushy hair silhouetted against the backdrop of the room. "No.. I mean yes. The car starts. Ke'ala, I have to talk to you."

Cordially, Patrick was allowed inside. His arm brushed by Ke'ala's hairy forearm, but more, his elbow feeling Ke'ala's fuzzy stomach.

"I am almost unpacked. See?"

"It looks nice," Patrick said of the room, void of the two backpacks, a small trunk and several sacks.

"Only I have to finish cleaning the bed off."

"Yeah," Patrick replies. "Um, what I wanted to talk to you about Ke'ala, is..."

Before he could finish his sentence, or it might have been Patrick became lost for words, Ke'ala reaches for the light switch on the wall and douses all but the light from the jon, its light flowing into the room like a small brook across the floor.

"I would like to confer with you also," Ke'ala replies, walking over to the eighteen year old. His hands on Patrick's torso, he tilts his head and lines up his stubbled face with Patrick's lips. "More, I would like to make love to you Patrick."

And then in a whimsical confession, Patrick replies, "That's what I'm here for!"

It gave Ke'ala a chuckle. "You are so cute, Patrick."

Not the total gist Patrick was getting, as Ke'ala slipped his hands under Patrick's tee shirt and in seconds Patrick was as bare-bodied as the Hawaiian.

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Way ahead of Patrick, Jason lay in Brett's bed, his arms behind his head and relaxed as his bod received lots of TLC. Unlike the sweet, loving relationship his best friend was about to enter, Jason found himself more the `master' over Brett's actions. "Oh fuck yeah. Purse those lips... No, don't stop!" he dictated when Brett pulled off to see how much Jason was enjoying his mouth to cock ministrations.

Being he was feeling great, he didn't shoot down Brett's comment, "Yes Sir!"

It was a game, so what was the harm? Besides, with Brett having bathed his pecs, his six-pack, dunked his tongue in his navel, which Jason found surprisingly sensitive, what did he care if Brett was treating him like the master back at Salv's cabin? But he suddenly thought things were about to heat up when he turned his head to the side. Right in his face was a treasure trail, a deep bellyhole above and as he traveled up the smooth bod, he saw Karl's face.

"Getting enough?" Karl asks Jason.

"You fuckin' kidding Karl? I never get enough!"

"Move over Brett," Karl instructed .

As warned, Jason wasn't at all phased, except for when his balls became separate entities, Karl sucking on one of them, Brett the other. "Oh fuck yeah!" Jason replied. "One of you guys get on my cock!" He seemed to be giving them a choice, but it was Jason's right hand which was reaching down, tugging at Brett's hair, then his flat hand pressing against the back of Brett's head, forcing Brett's face into his pubes. Now he was enjoying a hot cock-sucking while both balls were being tantalized. It was going to be one long, hot summer's night!

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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee

This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.

The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness! TCMcP.....

Next: Chapter 15


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