Date: Thu, 4 Dec 2008 10:43:31 -0800 (PST)
From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Return

He walked down the road amazed it was still dirt despite being main road to
town. The store was the same too. Arnie drank three NEHIs and started the
walk back to the home he grew up in.

The sun was as hot as he remembered causing him to remove first his shirt
then his shoes which bounced against his chest and back as they hung by
tied laces on his shoulder.

Everything seemed the same. He stopped to release processed NEHI and walked
on. Occasionally a truck or car would speed by making stones and dirt fill
the air.

Arnie would avoid being hit by flying stones as he stopped to watch the
cloud of dirt rise behind the departing vehicle. There was something almost
surreal as the cloud slowly dissolved revealing the magically dissappeared
car.

He walked that distance many times since he was first allowed to leave the
house alone. His shirtless and barefoot journey tanned and toughened him
then but not as tough as some other kids.

St. Anne's county was a little place hidden away from paved highways and
freeways though very close to major cities. It borderes on the Chesapeke
Bay full of saltwater crabs, various kinds of fish and those damn jelly
fish.

More then once he ran crying from the bay having been stung. His mother
would console him but his father would say "man up" or something like
that. After his mother left, he heard only his father's words. He cried
less then.

A school bus beeped it's horn as it slowed and stopped by mail boxes.
Laughing kids got off and ran down a road towards their home, he assumed.
Arnie didn't know them. He had been gone for a long time.

After the bus traveled beyond it's sound, there was a calm. Chirping birds
seemed to have quieted and there was no early sounds of crickets.  In past
journeys he could hear the horns from partying boats on the other side of
the forrest. But this was a weekday and tourists didn't arrive till Friday.

He stopped as if mesmorized by what he saw. A pile of rocks, a path into
the woods, a grou pf tall evergrees and a pile of discarded furniture.
Beyond that were half wrecked picnic tables.

It was the same. The trash had changed but the tables, rocks, trees were
the same. Arnie couldn't believe that after 7 years it was the same. It
wasn't a pleasant memory to be sure and it haunted him from time to time. I
confronted him now.

He was fifteen, shirtless, barefoot, walking from the store a mile away.
The truck sped down the road and swerved on the dirt road throwing rocks
everywhere.

Arnie looked back as if expecting that same truck to arrive. The solitude
of the vacant road was both calming and scary.

The three were loud, cursing, laughing and drunk, or at least they acted
like it. He knew them from school.

Clark, Bennie and Martin. They hung out together all the time causing havoc
whenever they could at school or other places.

"Hey babeeee" they called to him. He had to act as if they didn't alarm
him.  "Lookn sexy faggot" Guys called each other such names greeting them
or fighting them. It didn't suprise him.

What did suprise him was they got out of the truck and quickly were on him
pouring beer down his throat and threatening to piss on him.

Clark was the ring leader, he always was.  He held his penis waving it as
he peed the processed beer. Each time he waved it, the bully threatened to
piss on Arnie.

"Hey you like this big one don't you" Clark had noticed Arnie looking at
his cock. It was big, fat and the strength of the urine flow was
impressive.

Bennie and Martin pissed too but neither measured up to Clark.

"Hey let the queer boy suck our cocks. He's hungry for it" Clark said.
Arnie knew it was time to leave and muttered a "fuck off" and turned to
leave.

They grabbed him and pushed Arnie to the ground. Clark held the hardening
cock very close to his lips.

"He wants it" Clark told his buddies "Then he'll suck you two" he promised.

Arnie refused to open his mouth despite the cock touching him. Bennie or
Martin, he couldn't tell which, pinched his nose. Arnie had to breathe and
gasped for air. Clark's cock moved inside.

"Now suck and if you bite me I'll fucking kill you" Clark said already
thrusting his hips.

"Shit man someone will see" one of the others suggested. Clark grabbed
Arnie by the neck almost lifting him off the ground as the four moved off
the road and behind trees.

"You are gonna have more cock then you ever had before" Clark said as Arnie
was once again shoved to the ground. The cock moved against his mouth and
he opened it without being forced.

"Shit man he is a cock sucker" Martin reacted pressing his cock next to
Clarks. "Hey my turn, you can have his ass if you want it, right queer
boy?"

Arnie heard the words and feared what was going to happen to him. "Come to
think of it, you can have this end"

One cock left his mouth and another replaced it. Arnie felt the smaller
cock slide between his lips. He also felt the hands yanking on his shorts.
They moved him to the wooden picnic table which were nearly a rubble but
supported his naked body.

He struggled but was soon naked on his hands and knees. Martin was still
thrusting his cock. Clark, Arnie assumed, raped him. It hurt like hell but
Arnie wasn't inexperienced and knew he had to relax and take it.

They three laughed, cursed him and took turns fucking ass and mouth until
Arnie was left on the ground curled in a ball. The taste of sperm was on
his toungue. He was wet with both sperm and piss the three had added to
their insulting lust. His butt felt wet too.

He heard them call him names as they piled in the truck and speed away. The
sound of the spinning tires told Arnie he was safe now.

The memory of the rape still haunted him. What he did next shamed him.
Laying in the wet dirt Arnie grabbed his hard penis and masturbated adding
his own sperm to the wet spots on his body and the surrounding ground.  He
released clensing piss as well.

Then locating his discarded and torn shorts, he continued his journey
fearing what would happen if the three told others in school he was queer.

Arnie was gay. He knew that. How Clark and the others knew he wasn't
sure. Only an unnamed tourist and his father knew.

He was younger then. After pumping gas at his father's bay side station, he
often was chatted to by customers. One asked many questions about places
and offered Arnie money to show him fishing spots.

Without telling his father where he was going, Arnie arose at 5 am to meet
the man and rode with him to the far side of Bay Island where fishing was
good. There the man stripped naked saying he always fished that way and
urged Arnie to do so.

For some reason Arnie stripped and that resulted in learning about blowjobs
and getting fucked "like a man" the guy said.

His repeated meetings with the man filled his young pockets with cash and
his head with the realization he liked it.

Arnie stood in the middle of the area where he had been raped 7 years
ago. He wasn't sure why he was there. There wasn't anything there from that
time. A discarded rubber made him laugh.

The tables still had a purpose. He laughed at himself too. His cock had
expanded under his shorts.

The house was quiet. The tank truck had awakened him that morning
depositing boat fuel into the storage tanks. His Step Uncle ran that
busines for years and it continued. Friday would see tourists stopping by
to refule their speed boats, outbound motors and plastic containers.

That's why the funeral was scheduled for Tuesday so as to not conflict with
everyone's work.  He had flown from California back to the home he knew but
hadn't seen for 7 years. He saw his father for the first time since then
too. They had spoken and there were letters. But there were no visits. His
father looked calm and no longer threatening as he lay in the wooden box.

Arnie shook hands and thanked well wishers who he didn't know. Then he
stared as Clark appeared wearing a black shirt and jeans. "Sorry man" he
said as if they had seen each other throughout the seven years.

"Gonna hang around?" he asked.  "Just for the summer" Arnie had many
decisions to make. What to do with the house and business he inherited,
bills, lnsurance, other relatives. He decided to live in the house for the
tourist season then close it up in the fall.

"Cool, maybe I'll come by" Clark said. He smiled. "we can re live memories"
his smile turned into what Arnie identified as sensous or something
more. He saw Martin in the crowd too but he didn't come over.

"Benny still around?" Arnie really didn't care. He didn't know what else to
say.

"Marines" Clark said. Their unexpected chat was interupted by other town
people expressing their condolesing.

"I'm uh Tim. I work, well worked for your Step Uncle. I do the pumps" a
freckle faced younger guy was in line to shake his hand. "Uh you still want
me to uh work?" he said.

"I guess. Yea, do whatever my Step Uncle had you doin" Arnie hadn't thought
about people who worked at the pump for his Step Uncle. They were doing
what he was when he lived at home.

"Oh well I'll come over early then" Tim said. He smiled while his eyes
looked at Arnie up and down. Arnie didn't think anything of it though he
saw the impressive package the kid had and mentally chastised himself for
thinking of sex at his Step Uncle's funeral.

He got in the town car that would return Arnie home. The crowd had
left. Earth movers and grave diggers remained to put his father's body in
the ground.

Arnie didn't cry. He missed the man he had to admit. The deep voice. The
good things like learning to fish, pump gas, fight. He even included that
day the special talk revealed his father knew he was gay.

"So you been haning out with Mr. Owen huh?" he started the conversation.

"He's gone now. Went home" Arnie said thinking his Step Uncle might be
jealous or something.

"Make money?" he asked "Yes Sir".

"Did he teach you about sex?": the man asked calmly. Arnie was taken aback
but the calm and casual way his father asked prompted him to tell the
truth.

"Yes Sir"

"Like it?"

"Yes Sir"

"Here"

He had seen his father's penis when he saw his Step Uncle naked around the
house. The summer heat, lack of females and being just the two of them, his
Step Uncle was naked allot.

He wasn't sure then what to do next. But somehow he was kneeling and
sucking his Step Uncle's penis.

"Nice you learned good" His Step Uncle complimented him after despositing
his sperm and encouraging Arnie to swallow it all.

Arnie wasn't sure he was supposed to do that. He didn't know who to ask.
The times his Uncle had him sleep naked with him afterwards usually
involved sex, oral and anal.

Arnie liked feeling the man holding him. He felt secure and enjoyed the
sex. Eventually words like incest, fag, gay, queer, became clear to him.

Even now he felt dumb agreeing to do it with the man. And even dumber as he
remembered asking to do it sometimes.

"What happened to you?" he was asked returning home with the bruises, black
eye and abrasions. He told his Step Uncle about the rape.

The man acted pissed off and accused him of doing it willingly. "If anyone
finds out they'll know about us" he said.

Arnie packed his suitcases, boxes and left to live with his grandparents in
California within days. All he could think of was that the man who had been
a virtual father to him didn't want him any more because of the rape.

Over the years he realized the man was afraid authorities would find out
about and arrest him for having sex with a minor.

He had written in a note that he wouldn't ever tell anyone, in fact he
liked being with the man. But there were others involved.

Arnie now back home lay on the bed that he had once shared with his Step
Uncle and slept.

Dreams of grandparents. college friends, lovers and his deceased Uncle
displayed on the monitor in his brain.

The warmth of lips on his cock was the final dream though he couldn't make
out the face of the lover. There had been many, some casual, others long
term. He had enjoyed college for many reasons including the freedom to live
and love without hiding from his grandparents.

He had signed on to work on a Masters. And he still planned to continue in
the fall after he decided what to do with the house.

"Shit" he woke up suddenly. The freckled cheek he saw bulged with his
morning erection. Arnie didn't know whether to push the kid away or
what. His body decided as it erupted almost immediately.

"Shit you were horny" Tim said as he wiped it from his face and bare chest.

"Was that part of your job for the old man?" Arnie laughed.

"Yep that and more" Tim admitted. "I woke him up, made breakfast, ran the
pumps all day and sometimes I slept over"

"It's not the weekend yet" Arnie said failing to think of a better
response.

"Yea but I figured you could use the distraction and I can stay over
tonight so we have an early start tomorrow. They come early on Thursdays"
Tim said as he sat up on the bed.

He was naked.

"You're naked" Arnie observed.

"Yea, the old man liked me that way, do you want me to put something on?"
Tim suddenly grew self conscious.

"No no, it's ok. We used to hang out nude" Arnie said.

"I know" Tim said as he got off the bed so Arnie could straighten the
covers as he arose.

"He told you?" Arnie

"All the time. Hell he told Morrison too. He's the other guy who works. But
he works only on Saturday and Sundays." Tim walked towards the door "Eggs
or Cereal or what?"

Arnie decided to immulate his once fathering figure remaining naked
too. The breakfast he shared with the younger guy was good.

"So how old are you?" He feared the answer.

"18, don't worry, I'm legal" Tim said wisely.

There was much to learn about the seven years since he lived there. Tim
would tell him what he knew.

"So you're Morrison?" Arnie had walked to the docks. It was Saturday and
two boats had just fueled and sped away.

"Yes Sir. You're the old man's kid?" the boy was tall, beefy, wore a
armless and sideless sweatshirt, football pants and flip flops.

Arnie couldn't help but notice the bulge that the laces held tight.

"Arnie. He was my Uncle, Step Uncle actualy"

"Sorry man, I mean sorry about his uh you know" Morrison was ill at ease.

"Thanks. You ok?" Arnie didn't know what to ask.

"Yea been busy this morning. Looks like all off DC is up here this weekend"
the boy slipped his shirt off. The sun bounced off a gold ring that dangled
from his left nipple.

"Tim stay over?" he asked.

"Tim? Oh uh yea, early start. He said he used to do that when the old man
was around" Arnie said.

The smile on Morrison's face answered the unasked questions Arnie had hoped
for.

"Yea? cool. Yea I stay late on Sundays until all the boats are back. We
always have someone stranded or late or stuff. Tim and I run out gas
containers for em" Morrison said

Arnie nodded. He remembered it all. Somethings hadn't changed since he was
standing on the very spot where Morrison stood waiting for customers.

"So I kind of stay over that night" Morrison fingered his nipple ring.

"The old man gave me this" Morrison explained seeing Arnies eyes on it.

"Cool, well if you need me give me a call, I'll be around" Arnie turned
away so his erection that had begun to tent his running shorts wouldn't be
noticed.

He heard the boats come and go. Tim and Morrison's laughter and occasional
yelling. At the end of the day he'd count the receipts just like the old
man used to.

Arnie lay on the towels he had spread out under the hot sun. The fence
guarded the view of his naked body.

"Hey" the voice said and startled Arnie. It was Clark. "I thought I'd come
by and see how you doin" he said smiling.

The former attacker was still wearing the black shirt and jeans he wore at
the funeral.

"I'm fine" Arnie said trying not to sound irritated by the unexpected
company. "Shit you're just like him"

"What?"

"Your Uncle. He used to lay out here like that getting sun all the time"
Clark sat on the grass next to him and peeled his shirt off.

Arnie knew his Uncle did that. He had seen him many times and sometimes
joined him.

"Yea, I know. Out here away from everyone, you can run around naked indoors
or out" Arnie said revealing more then he planned.

"Yea I know" Clark immitated Arnie's answer as he unzipped his fly. "Mind
if I join you?"

"Uh no, I was going inside in awhile though before I get too burned"

"Got some lotion?" Clark asked looking around. His shoes were off, his
pants too. He wore no underwear.

"yea somewhere"

Clark had already found it and began applying it to Arnie's back. He didn't
stop him.

"We missed you man"

"Shit that was 7 years ago I left"

"I always wondered if you left because of what we uh you know did fooling
around like that?" Clark's hands seemed to focus on Arnie's white buttocks
as he asked.

"Naw, my Uncle wanted me to go to my Grand Parents" Arnie explained "and I
don't remember us fooling around, you guys raped me" he added feeling
Clark's hands stop.

"Shit man we were just fooling, you know horny guys, hot summer" Clark
resumed spreading the lotion "Besides I knew about you".

"What about me?"

"That you were gay" Clark said matter of factly.

"How did you know that?"

"Well don't tell anyone especially my wife. You remember Esther Bellflower?
We're hitched now. Anyway, you weren't the only kid making money from
tourists."

Clarks finger moved between Arnie's buttocks and slowly moved over his
butthole lips. Arnie's cock grew under him.

"Married?" Arnie asked "Kids?"

"Naw she can't have em. Hell we hardly have sex anymore. She's away for the
summer, her folks. Left me here to work." Clark's finger moved across the
butthole lips again.

"You like that?"

Arnie didn't answer he didnt' have to.

"So where you workin?"

"I still do..oh you don't know. I work on cars, engines, anythiong
mechanical I guess you'd say. If any of your tourists need engine work,
call me." His finger moved inside slowly.

"Want me to stop?" Clark asked as his knucled deep finger massaged Arnie's
prostate.

"Not unless you want to fuck me" Arnie turned his head. His smile puntuated
his reply.

The fucking wasn't like the one Arnie remembered in the woods. It was slow
and sensual, not hurried and agressive. Arnie almost wanted the former.

"Shit man for a gay guy you're tight" Clark grunted. The weight of his body
against Arnie's was surprizingly light. Arnie concentrated on the feeling
hoping to evaluate the size of the boys cock.

"Cummn" grunted Clark. "Shit man, you're a good fuck just like I
remembered": Clark folled to Arnie's side.

"What about you?" Arnie asked as he propped himself on an elbow revealing
his own hard cock.

"What?"

"Are you a good fuck?"

They wrestled like teenagers, laughing and flexing. Clark was stronger and
could have resisted but his legs bent up towards his chest easily as Arnie
thrusted into his ass.

"I've wanted to do that for years" Arnie said offering Clark a beer as they
sat in the kitchen.

"I figured" Clark said "I don't usually do that"

"Still a top huh?"

"Yeah mostly but sometimes you know a guy has all kinds of needs" he said
"Morrison has a great cock"

"You get fucked by that kid?" Arnie asked.

"Summers' are still hot here" Clark smiled as he pulled his shirt on.
"Gotta run, maybe I can come back over this summer. With her gone, nights
can get kind of uh you know."

"Sure come back. Tim stays sometimes, I think Morrison stays over Sunday
nights" Arnie said "or so they tell me"

Clark lifted Tim's discarded shorts. "Yea I see" the laughed.

"God you're just like your old man. See you later....." he stopped and
turned back "I'm glad you're back, it's gonna be a hell of a summer".

Arnie washed himself and let his body rid itself of beer. He'd pull on
shorts, check on Tim and Morrison, maybe hang out there awhile.

And maybe he'd walk to the store for a Nehi. Just like he used to do as a
kid living here with his Step Uncle. The same place and the same man he had
missed for seven years.