Date: Sat, 5 Jun 1999 23:28:06 -0400
From: Sidney Gittler <SidG@compuserve.com>
Subject: Arkansas Vacation
As always this is a work of complete fiction. It does involve sexual
relations between an adult male and a teenaged boy. So if that stuff turns
you off and/or is illegal in your area then please leave. Otherwise, read
and enjoy. All comments welcome to sidg@compuserve.com
ARKANSAS VACATION
Tim's Story: Meeting Pat, before the vote
by Tim
edited and copyright by Sid G. 1999
I'm laying in bed, having just finished a long session of making
love to my beautiful young man, Pat. And I'm thinking about how we met.
How we came to be best friends and lovers.
I suppose that I should introduce myself. My name is Tim Johnson.
I am 26 years old and graduated from a small Midwestern college with a
degree in Public Administration. I am 5'10" and 162 pounds. Oh, and I
have two other characteristics that often evoke very different emotions in
some people: I'm gay and I'm handicapped (in PC terms: physically
challenged).
I've known I was at least bisexual, if not gay, since I was 13.
For whatever reason, guys always seemed to draw my attention much more
often than the girls did. I found myself checking out the other guys in
gym class and in the showers. My jack off fantasies always seemed to
involved guys much more than girls. By 15, I had one date with a girl.
Not bad, you would say. You would if, like me, you had spent almost the
entire date thinking about one of the star basketball players on the high
school freshman squad, Jon Artins. Funny, I don't remember the name of the
girl.
Anyway, I never had another date with a girl. Any socializing I
did was with guys, usually athletes. The times we went out sometimes ended
in circle jerks or blow jobs. While my friends usually laughed off such
events as just exploration, I have to admit that I liked to give and
receive blow jobs.
I had managed to get myself appointed to the position of student
manager with the boy's basketball team in my junior year when disaster
struck. Driving home with my family from visiting relatives over Christmas
break, we were involved in a bad traffic accident. While other members of
the family ended up with assorted bumps and bruises, I ended up with the
bones in my left calf broken in five places and a knee that would look like
a sixteen year NFL lineman's knee, with scars from many operations, rather
than a sixteen year old boy's. The doctors tried hard to put my leg back
together, and for the most part succeeded. The only problem was that the
muscles and tendons in the area of the knee never seemed to heal properly.
The result was that I could walk a few steps without any support, but for
any distance I needed a cane or, on a bad day, crutches.
Remarkably, through perseverance and home tutoring, I was able to
graduate with my class. I also had my first relationship my senior year,
although it was more a one night stand than anything else. In college, I
managed to once more manage the men's basketball team and had a three year
relationship with the first guard off the bench. It was he who got me
interested in lifting weights as a way to keep in shape and to try and
strengthen my legs. The relationship ended when we both graduated and went
our separate ways.
With my degree in Public Administration, I went job searching. I
applied for jobs all over the country but got only a couple of offers, only
one of which was worth anything: a job as assistant to the Mayor for the
City of Peckertown, Arkansas. I briefly considered going to grad school
for my Masters, but decided that I could get that later if I wanted to.
I moved down to Peckertown late in the summer of 1997 and found an
apartment soon afterwards. I arrived just in time to get involved in the
great debate over the sex and alcohol laws. Officially, I remained
neutral, being a newcomer to the area. Privately, I found myself hoping
the laws passed. You see, if I had a preference in men, it for younger men
or teenagers with smooth, hairless chests. The new laws, if passed, would
allow me to exercise my preference more easily.
As the day of the vote came closer, the campaign became
increasingly bitter. Reverend Joshua Erickson, the leader of the
anti-change forces, began to become increasingly irrational in arguing
against the new laws. Especially as it became clear that the laws were
going to pass by a large margin. It was during the turbulent last days
before the vote that I met my love.
I had stayed late at work one day in March to work on the town's
budget for the upcoming fiscal year. Being a unusually mild day, I had
decided to walk home from the town hall. My knee was feeling OK so this
only required using my cane that day. As I was walking, I happened to pass
the Town Park where some boys were playing basketball. Several of them
were not wearing any shirts, so I decided to take this opportunity to check
out the local scenery. I found a picnic table relatively close to the
court where I could sit and watch.
One boy in particular attracted my attention. He was average in
size for his age which I estimated to be either 13 or 14. He had straight
blond hair which was parted to one side. There didn't look to be an ounce
of fat on him. He had what looked to be nickel sized nipples topping off a
set of developing pecs. He seemed to be a good athlete, at least for
playground hoops. He played hard and looked like he was having fun in the
process.
Soon after I started watching, one of the boys announced that he
had to go home. The others begged him to stay but he couldn't. When he
left, the other boys spotted me. The boy who had attracted my attention
earlier came over to where I was sitting and asked "Hey, mister! You want
to come and play some hoops? We're short a man."
"No, I'm afraid I can't. Unfortunately, I have a torn up knee and
can't do more than watch."
"OK. Well, I guess that's it for the night!" he said to the
others. He turned to go get his t-shirt.
"Wait! Can you stay awhile and talk?"
"I really should be getting home, too."
"Alright. What's your name? Do you play here often?" I asked.
"My name's Pat, Pat Thompson. We'll probably be back here tomorrow
night. We try to get a game in after school whenever we can. Who are
you?" he replied.
"My name is Tim Johnson. I work at the Town Hall. Would you mind
if I came by and watched?"
"Sure, no problem. We could always use an audience."
With that he picked up his t-shirt and put it on. As he was
leaving with his friends, he turned and gave me a quick thumbs up.
I got up and continued my walk home. I felt slightly light headed
as I hobbled the last few steps to my apartment door. As I opened the door
and walked in, I considered what had happened. If nothing else I had made
a new friend. Could it have been more? I didn't know. Why would a boy, a
healthy young man, be anything more than a friend to a 'cripple' like me?
I mean, I do not consider my self lucky enough to hope to find someone this
quickly. Especially someone like Pat.
The next several afternoons were hectic ones as the referendum
approached. Queries as to what was allowed at the polling places; how much
electioneering could be done the day of the vote and so on. Inevitably the
questions ended up coming to the new guy, me. Trying not to let personal
feelings enter into any answers I gave, especially to Rev. Erickson, who
badgered anybody at the office so that he be given every advantage
necessary to win, was very difficult. "God demands this!" "God insists
that I be allowed to do this!" "If I am not allowed to do whatever is
necessary, Satan will win. His evil cannot be allowed to spread!" And so
on, ad nauseam.
The only relief came at the end of the day when I wandered to the
park to watch the kids play ball. And to talk to Pat. Talking to Pat was
good therapy after a long day at the office. Initially, he would come over
during breaks in the game and we would talk about hoops, pro and college.
By the third day, he was staying after the rest of the boys had gone home.
During that time, I learned about his life in Peckertown. School,
sports, and other things. I learned that he was fourteen years old and in
the eighth grade; that he lived with his parents, a brother and two
sisters. That he was the oldest son, with one sister being two years
older. His favorite teams were the Kansas City Chiefs, the Chicago Bulls
and the Cleveland Indians. His hero was Michael Jordan.
About the only thing he didn't talk about was girls. This may have
been a result of shyness about such things. Or it may have been something
else. I began to hope that it was something else.
By the eve of the vote, Pat and I had certainly become friends. We
had gone back to my apartment after the hoops game. He had called home to
let them know were he was and to ask permission to stay for dinner. For
the first time, he brought up a subject he had not spoken about before.
"Tim?"
"Yes, Pat."
"What do you think will happen with the vote tomorrow? My folks
think that it will be defeated."
"Well, I wouldn't get my hopes up. Everything I've seen indicates
that the vote will go the other way," I said handing him a Coke.
He popped the can, took a drink and sighed. "I have to hope that
it fails."
"And why is that?"
"My parents follow Rev. Erickson. They think that if the new law
passes, that Rev. Erickson will move on. Dad has said that we will go
where ever the 'good Reverend' goes."
"The way you said that means you don't agree?"
"I don't want to leave my friends. And besides, ah, there's
another reason."
"And that is?"
"I don't want to say." With that, he turned away.
I leaned over and put a hand on his shoulder. "Pat, you can tell
me. I swear that I won't tell anyone else without your permission."
His shoulders sagged and I thought I heard a quiet sob. "Pat,
what's wrong? Are you OK?"
Pat turned back to face me. He had tears in his eyes. "If I tell
you you'll hate me. I'd be evil; a devil's spawn. You would kick me out,
and I would loose a good friend."
"Pat, I've only known you for a few days. But already, I consider
you a friend! A friend who cares for you and would never kick you out
unless you have killed someone lately. You haven't, have you? Killed
someone, I mean." I said this last with a half smile on my face, trying to
lighten the mood a little.
"No, but I might as well have," he sobbed.
"And why is that?"
"I, I think, ah, I think that I, ah, might be gay! There, I've
said it! Are you happy?! Now, I'll go before you tell me to leave!"
"Pat, wait! I meant what I said! Please stay!"
"Didn't you hear what I said? I said I'm gay!"
"So? That doesn't change anything. Why should it? A true friend
doesn't turn on someone for that small a reason. Why should I? What you
said is what you are. It doesn't make a difference to me."
"But ... but, I'm evil. I don't belong with normal people. I'd
just contaminate everyone around me with my evil."
"Your friends at school, or your hoops buddies. Have you
contaminated them? Are they evil? Have you done anything that would lead
them to do bad? Or you, yourself, have you broken the law? Or hurt
anyone?"
"No. But Rev. Erickson and my Dad say ..."
"Let me guess. They've told you, and everyone else, that gays are
evil; child molesters or worse: demons in disguise. Well, they're wrong!
The Bible says almost nothing on the subject. They fear what they cannot
understand and call it evil. Anything that is different from what they
conceive of as normal is also evil."
Pat once more turned from me. I had to calm down or else I'd lose
him. "Pat," I said in a quieter voice. "Pat, please sit down. I'm not
angry with you. I'm angry with those who would destroy a young life before
it has begun by their prejudices. There are many examples of gays
prominent in history. Alexander the Great was at least bisexual.
Michelangelo was gay. Were they evil? Whether someone is gay or not has no
bearing on whether that person is evil. Look at me. Am I evil?"
Pat turned his head towards me and stared. "What do you mean 'Am I
evil?'"
"I am gay, Pat."
He continued to stare for several minutes before he found his voice
again. "How ... how did you know?"
"I just never seemed to like girls. I would scope out other guys
in the showers after gym and after basketball practice. At night, in bed,
I would fantasize about other guys. Finally, I found someone to 'explore'
with. We never made love, but my friend and I gave each other blowjobs and
jacked each other off. It wasn't until college that I lost my virginity to
a man who was patient enough to wait until I was ready. How about you,
Pat? What makes you think you are gay?"
"Well, mostly the same things that made you think so. I don't seem
to like girls. I check out guys in the showers. And I masturbate to
fantasies of making out with guys, especially a couple of the guys you've
seen in the park, Brad and John. Lately though, another guy has started
popping up." He blushed a deep red and smiled shyly.
I smiled in return and asked the obvious. "Who is it?"
The young boy continued to blush and said quietly, "It's you, Tim."
I opened my arms wide and he scooted over into my embrace. I
kissed the top of his head and hugged him tightly. After a couple of
minutes, he surprised me by tilting his head back and kissing me on the
lips.
"Pat, are you sure that you want to do this?"
"Yes, I am."
"Alright. Just let me know if you don't want to do something. I
don't want to push you into anything."
With that, I pressed my lips against his; my tongue seeking and
gaining entrance to his mouth. His tongue returning the favor by entering
my mouth. We only paused for a moment to remove each others' shirts. Our
hands wandered over our naked backs.
I suggested that we might want to continue this in my bedroom,
since I hadn't bothered to close the curtains on my apartment's windows.
Pat offered to let me lean on him as we walked to my bedroom.
As we walked to the bedroom, I happened to glance at the kitchen
clock. 9:00! Where had the time gone??
"Pat, when do you have to be home?"
"8:30. Why?" He looked at the clock. "Oh shit! I better get
going! See you tomorrow?"
"Probably later than today. The polls don't close until 7:00,
which means I may not be home until 8-8:30. Tell you what, I'll give you a
call when I get home and we'll see then."
"OK! See ya!" he said grabbing his shirt, and running out the
door.
Election day passed too slowly for me. I voted when the polls
opened at 7:00 am and basically sat in my office doing relatively minor
paperwork until the polls closed twelve hours later. It was obvious that
the measures allowing the lowering the age for sexual consent and the
drinking age were going to pass by large margins shortly after the polls
closed. But I had to stay until all the votes were counted as I was the
town's representative on the election board (nobody else had wanted the
job).
As soon as all the votes were counted and verified, I "ran" to my
car and tried to set speed records for Peckertown on the way home. Imagine
my surprise when I saw a small figure sitting on the porch of my apartment.
What was he doing here? Was something wrong? I got out of my car and
moved as quickly as possible towards him. Pat jumped up and ran over to
me, almost knocking me over in the process.
"Whoa, boy! What's up? I thought you were going to wait until I
called before coming over."
"I couldn't wait. I told my folks that I had to talk with you
about something. They said OK, but be back by ten o'clock. They also said
that I wouldn't be going into school tomorrow, that we had to talk about
what the family would do now."
"OK. Let's go inside. Want something to drink?"
"A Pepsi please," he replied as he walked into the apartment.
I got him a Pepsi and myself a Miller Lite. I went into the living
room, no Pat. "Where are you?" I shouted.
"In the bedroom!"
I walked into my bedroom and saw one of the most beautiful sights I
had yet seen in Peckertown. Pat sat on my bed wearing just a pair of blue
and green boxers, the rest of his clothes scattered on the floor. His
smile would have lit up the darkest night. His body looked like it
belonged on a young Greek god. Smooth chest and stomach with just a hint
of the man he would become. Legs covered by a thin scattering of blond
hairs as were his arms. I think I was in love!
Pat motioned me to sit down next to him. "Can we start where we
left off last night?"
"Sure," I answered. I put down the two drinks and proceeded to
strip down to my own boxers. I leaned over and wrapped my arms around him,
one hand on his back, the other behind his head.
As our lips met, his tongue darted into my mouth and began a long
duel with my tongue. If this was his first time, he was a fast learner.
Eventually, the duel was broken off. I looked into Pat's eyes and
saw a need for more there. I gently pushed him down on to his back and
kissed his forehead. "Pat, if you feel uncomfortable, tell me and I'll
stop."
His husky reply was that he would certainly let me know. I then
proceeded to kiss and lick my way down his teenage body. I kissed him once
more, lightly, on the lips. Then his neck. His shoulders. I worked my
way onto his chest. Slowly sucking on one nipple, licking my way over to
the other nipple, slowly sucking on it, then back to the first nipple to
start the process over again. His response was to grab hold of my head and
keep it on his chest. That and a low moan that seemed to come from the
depths of his soul.
I finally broke off from his chest leaving behind two wet and hard
nipples. Licking my way down his torso, I stopped momentarily to suck on
his belly button, an innie. At this point I moved one of my hands to his
crotch and began to message an already hard teenage cock. More and louder
groans emerged from Pat.
"Tim, if you don't stop I'm going to cum," he moaned.
"Well, then I suppose that I better make sure that we don't make a
mess." I tugged on his boxers to pull them down and he raised his hips to
help. I now got my first look at his cock. About 6" long, cut and
hard. The stimulation he had been getting had led to a large wet spot on
the boxers and a small pool of pre-cum between crotch and belly button.
I moved the cock out of the way so as to lick up the pre-cum. It
was the sweetest tasting in memory. I began to lick my way around his cock
down to his balls. More moans as first one ball than the other and finally
both found their way into my mouth.
"Please," he cried. "Make me cum. OH GOD!! Please suck me-e-e-e!"
How could I turn down such a request? I released his balls and
took the head of his cock in between my lips and lightly sucked.
Unfortunately, for I wanted this to last, that was all it took.
"AAAAARGH! HERE IT CUMS, TIM!!! I'M CU-U-U-M-M-M-M-I-N-G!!!!!!!
OH GOD! I'M CUMMING!" he screamed as his body went rigid as a steel rod.
As for myself, it was like being in the middle of a one cannon artillery
barrage. The first several shots of cum went right down my throat not even
stopping to let me taste it. When the barrage finally slowed, I was able
to enjoy the sweet taste of a teenage boy.
I licked the now softening cock clean and looked up to see a sleepy
smile on Pat's face.
"God, Tim. That was great. I've never had such feelings before.
It was fantastic."
"Glad you liked it."
"Would you like me to do it for you?"
"You don't have to. I'm just glad I was able to do it for you."
"I want to. Now lay back and enjoy."
Pat started out the same way I had. A light kiss on the lips
followed by the licking and sucking of my nipples and chest. What made
Pat's sucking different was the hard cock that had laid itself against my
calf. It was leaving a trail of precum as Pat moved down my body.
When Pat finished my chest, he stood and took off my boxers
releasing my 7 inches from its cloth prison. He starred at it for a few
seconds before leaning over and drawing it into his mouth. Inexperienced
as Pat was, I had to tell him how to avoid scraping my cock with his teeth
by covering them with his lips. However, once he got into it, he was quite
good. Good enough to bring me to the edge in short order.
"Pat, if you don't want to have a mouthful of cum, you'd better
back off now."
"Mmmph" was all the answer that I got.
"Pat," I said. "this is the last warning you're going to get! OH
PAT! HERE IT CUMS! OHHHHHHHH!" It was one of the most powerful orgasms I
can remember having and Pat took it all and swallowed.
When he was finished licking me clean, he snuggled up to me and
laid his head on my chest. "Well?" I asked. "Did you like it?"
"I loved it. Although I didn't expect so much cum. I hope you
won't think I'm not serious, but I think I love you."
"Are you sure? I mean, you're still young and I don't want to have
you hurt over what might just be an infatuation for you."
Tears began to form in his eyes as he replied, "I'm sure."
"OK, what about this?" I looked at the clock: 9:45. "It's just
about ten. What do you say we get together tomorrow afternoon? I'll take
the afternoon off and we'll meet in the park around 2:00. All right?"
"All right." He walked towards the door with his head down.
"Pat?"
"Yeah, what?" came the sullen reply.
"I think I may be in love with you too." That brought an immediate
smile to his face as he walked out the door.
I had a lot of thinking to do. If we did love each other, it was
possible that we wouldn't have too much time together depending on what his
parents did. I didn't want him to get hurt if his folks decided that the
family should leave Arkansas. If his family did leave, there was not much
chance I'd be able to follow. I suppose it might come down to how
committed the Thompsons were to following Reverend Erickson around.
Especially since I didn't believe that Erickson would stay around in what
he was sure to see as an unholy situation. Perhaps some solution could be
found which would allow Pat to stay here. I fell asleep thinking what that
would be like.
I went to work the next morning feeling nervous about the
afternoon. The Mayor agreed to give me the afternoon off as a reward for
working so hard the previous five weeks. Even though it was what I wanted,
the granting of the time off actually increased my nervousness. I was
feeling very frazzled when the phone in my office rang around 10.
"Hello!" I snapped.
"Is Tim Johnson there?" inquired a female voice.
"Speaking. What can I do for you?"
"This is Leah Thompson, Pat's mother. Would you please come over
right away?"
This didn't sound good. "Is something wrong, Mrs. Thompson? Is
Pat alright?"
"Just get over here right now!" she said as she slammed down the
phone.
I was now in a state of semi-panic. What was going on? Her demand
for my presence without answering my query about Pat seemed to indicate
that he was alright physically. That probably meant that something had
slipped during Pat's recital of what he did at my apartment. I hobbled out
the door as fast as I could leaning on my cane. I told the secretary that
I had to leave because of an emergency and didn't stop to give an
explanation. I hopped into my car and drove over to the Thompson house
without any incident.
As I raised my hand to knock on the door, an older man opened the
door. "Get in here, you demon!"
This was not starting out well. I went into the family room and
noticed that Pat was sitting on the couch, quietly crying. I moved to join
him on the couch but was told to sit elsewhere. I sat down on a side chair
opposite Pat.
"How are you doing Pat? Is everything OK?"
"My son is not to talk to you! You were summoned here to explain
yourself!" the old man, who I assumed to be Pat's father, shouted at me.
"What did you do to my son? He was a loving obedient son before you got
your hooks into him! Now he says that he is gay, that he loves you and is
not going to leave you! What sorcery, what drugs did you use? What filth
did you pour into his mind?"
"He did nothing to me! I've always been this way!" Pat sobbed. His
outburst netted Pat a hard backhanded slap to the face.
"You are to remain quiet!! Do you understand?"
"Hey! Leave him alone! He's done nothing wrong!" I shouted. "I
didn't do anything other than provide somebody he could talk to. Somebody
who would be understanding of what he was going through. Yes, I'm gay; but
we didn't do anything either of us should be ashamed of. As far as his
loving me goes, well, I return that love ten-fold. I can't think of anyone
who deserves that love more."
"Demon!" Mr. Thompson hissed. "You will rot in hell as sure as
Jesus Christ was the Son of God, but you will not drag my son down to hell
with you! I swear it on the Holy Bible!"
"What happened to the God of the New Testament? Didn't Jesus say
to 'Love thy neighbor as thy self' and 'Love thy enemy?' Only two verses
in the Bible refer to homosexuality. If you followed the Bible as you say
you do you'd be living in the Middle Ages! Most of modern life can be said
to be in violation of the Bible if you interpret it to the letter.
"Leave Pat to make his own choices. And have confidence in him."
I turned to Pat, "Pat, call me when you can. You know where to get me if
you need me. Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, I wish that I could say that it was
nice to meet Pat's parents, but I'll settle for saying good-bye." With
that I rose uneasily from the chair and walked to the door, leaning heavily
on my cane.
"Wait! I'll get the door for you," Pat shouted after me. Before
his parents could react, Pat had jumped up and run to the door and opened
it.
"I love you and I don't want to leave you."
"Don't worry Pat. Just meet me in the park as we originally
planned and we'll talk some more."
I left the Thompson house hoping that I'd done the right thing in
not staying. The reason that I had felt that I had to leave was the
feeling that if I had stayed, Pat would end up taking the brunt of his
father's anger when I finally did leave. And there was no question in my
mind that the scene would have gotten much uglier if I had stayed.
I went back to my apartment and nervously puttered around until
quarter to one, when I began my walk to the park. Arriving there, I saw
that some of the guys who were normally there shooting around. But no Pat.
I checked my watch. Five minutes to. I was early. I waited for him to
show. Five minutes passed, then ten, then fifteen and still no Pat. When
twenty minutes had passed and Pat had still not appeared, I asked the boys
if they had heard from or seen Pat.
A boy, who identified himself as Brian, told me that Pat had
stopped by earlier carrying a gymbag and with a backpack on his shoulder.
Pat had said that if somebody asked for him, that he would be down at the
Jorgenson's restaurant. I walked back to my apartment to get my car and
headed over to the restaurant.
I walked into the restaurant. I noticed Daniel Jorgenson walking
around the room, helping out bussing the tables.
"Daniel, have you seen Pat Thompson?" I asked.
"Yes, he's in the corner booth in back. Is something wrong? He
looked like he had been crying recently."
"Shit. I hope nothing more is wrong. He had gotten into an
argument with his father earlier today." I gave Daniel a very brief
summary of what had gone on. "What happened after I left?"
"I don't know, but it doesn't look good. Can I help with anything?"
"Not right now, Daniel. First, I want to find out what's going on
myself. But I'll call you if we need help. Will you be here for a while?"
"Yes, I'll be here."
Leaving Daniel to continue what he had been doing, I walked towards
the back of the restaurant. In the corner booth sat the boy, no young man
I had fallen in love with. His gymbag and backpack sat on the bench next
to him. His eyes were red from crying. My anger at what his parents may
of done rose as my imagination went wild. I sat down across from him.
"Pat, what's wrong?"
All I got in return was sobs.
"Pat, please tell me what's wrong. I want to help, but I can't if
you don't tell me what's wrong."
He looked up at me, tears streaming down his face. "I've been
thrown out of my home."
"What happened after I left?"
"My parents took turns screaming at me for about an hour," he said
between sobs. "I wasn't allowed to say much. Finally, my father asked
whether I was going to give up this 'silly and dangerous' choice I had made
to follow the Word of God. When I replied that I couldn't give up what I
knew to be right for me, he told me that I would have it beaten out of me.
"I was told to strip to my underwear and stand facing the wall. He
took off his belt and wrapped the buckle end around his hand, leaving about
a two feet swinging free. He then proceeded to whip me with his belt,
landing fifteen blows on my back and butt. The question was then repeated
as to whether I would obey his demand that I desist from the path I was
going down. I refused, saying that I could not change what I was.
"My father shouted that I could not possibly be his son and that I
was to leave the house as I obviously didn't belong there. I was given
twenty minutes to get my belongings together and get out. I made it out of
the house and down to the park where I told the guys that I couldn't play.
I told them where I would be and to tell you to find me there. I made my
way to a bench in the park where what had happened in the previous couple
of hours finally hit me and I cried.
"I sat there for sometime. Eventually I stopped crying, got up and
came here. I told Daniel that I wanted to sit in an out of the way booth.
He told me to sit here and asked if he could help me with anything. I told
him no, but that if someone came looking for me, to tell them where I was."
As he finished, Pat began to sob once more. I scooted over and
wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. "Let it out, Pat. Just go
with it. I'm here for you and will never leave you."
He looked up at me, tears still falling from his eyes. Those deep
blue eyes were so full of love and trust that my heart almost broke. A
clearing throat brought us both back to the real world.
A young waiter stood next to the table. "Daniel sent me over. Did
either of you want anything?"
I looked at Pat, and then back at our waiter. "A Pepsi for Pat,
and I'll have a Diet Pepsi. Thanks."
"No problem. I'll be back in a minute."
I returned to looking at Pat. "Well what should we do now? Did
you want to go back to my apartment, or is there somewhere else you'd
rather go?"
He was silent for several minutes, as if he was thinking it
through. He wiped his eyes with the napkin on the table, sniffled once,
then turned to look me in the eye. "Could we go back to your apartment?
Please?"
"Sure. Let's finish our sodas first though." With that, the
waiter set our sodas on the table. We sat drinking our sodas quietly. As
soon as we finished, we got up and left. I told the waiter to pass along
my thanks to Daniel.
Pat put his gymbag and his backpack in the back seat of the car. I
got in and started it up as he buckled up. "We have some talking to do.
My apartment only has one bedroom and one bathroom. Now of course, the
fact is that it wouldn't be a problem with only one bed, but I'm not that
old that I don't remember what it is to be a teenager in the morning."
This brought a laugh from Pat.
"I'm glad that you can still laugh," I said as I reached over and
mussed up his hair.
Pat practically ran the 100 yard dash when we reached my apartment.
By the time I had worked my way up the stairs, he had already emptied his
bags and was starting to look for places to put his things! He had
definitely recovered his energy from earlier.
"Pat?"
"Huh?"
"Did you want me to take a look at your back? I want to make sure
its OK."
He popped his head out the bedroom door. "If you think it should
be looked at, OK."
"Come here then. Sit down and take off your shirt." He did. "Now
face the couch."
I took one look at Pat's back and my anger grew at his parents.
That anger increased further when I ran my fingers over his back. Each
time my fingers ran over a welt from the belt whipping, Pat tensed up and
grimaced. "Pat, stay right here. I'm going to get some lotion to kind of
sooth your back."
I rubbed his back with the skin lotion to the accompaniment of
"Ooohs!" and "Aaahs!" This, plus the fact that I just loved even touching
his bare skin, led to a growing bulge in my pants. I had to control
myself! As much as my body wanted to, my mind told me that it would be
wrong to take advantage of the situation.
Pat, however, had other ideas. As I finished rubbing in the
lotion, he turned around, grabbed my head and planted his lips on mine.
Man, oh man. His tongue quickly forced its way past my lips and deep into
my mouth. I was so startled that it took me a couple of minutes to
respond.
When I did respond, my tongue found its way into his mouth. My
hands worked their way down his chest and stomach on the way to his jeans.
My right hand tried undoing his jeans, while my left massaged the big bulge
it found. His moans let me know that he was enjoying it.
I broke off the kiss long enough to suggest that this be continued
in a more comfortable place, namely the bedroom. He sighed and agreed. We
both got up and walked, or hobbled in my case, as my knee had gotten stiff
to the bedroom. On his way there, he stripped off his shoe, socks, pants,
and underwear, as if to leave me a trail to follow.
I joined him in the bedroom to find what I believed then, and
continue to believe now, was one of the most beautiful sights I've ever
seen. Pat's nude body including a very hard and long six inches of boy
meat that was on a level almost parallel to his stomach. I smiled and sat
on the edge of the bed. I began to unbutton my shirt, but was stopped by
Pat.
"Please, Tim. I want to do this for you."
"Sure. If you want, go ahead."
He proceeded to unbutton my shirt, slowly undoing each button.
When he had finished, he pulled the shirt off my shoulders and began to
lick his way down from my neck. Slowly, ever so slowly, his tongue and
lips licked and sucked their way across my chest, stopping for awhile at my
nipples. He sucked on them long enough for his hands to reach down and
undo my pants, thereby releasing my own hard cock. He stopped his sucking
long enough to take my pants and underwear off along with my shoes and
socks.
I pushed him away and scooted further onto the bed. I then took him
into my arms and pulled him down on top of me. We kissed long and hard all
the while grinding our crotches into each others. As horny as we both
were, I was surprised that nobody came.
Coming up for air, I asked Pat, "Pat, you can say no if you want
to, but I want to fuck your cute little ass."
He hesitated then said, "OK. But please be gentle. I've never
done this before."
"I'll go very slowly. It will probably hurt at first, but the pain
will go away and you'll feel as if it never was anything but pleasurable.
In fact, I'll loosen you up a bit first." I reached into my night stand
and got a tube of KY jelly out.
Spreading some on my index finger, I told Pat to lay on his back
and pull his knees up to his chest. That done, I got my first look at
Pat's asshole. It seemed so small and pink that I hesitated to continue.
But I knew that as small as it looked, his hole would be able to take cock.
Hell, I had seen mine before and it looked about the same size at one point
in college before I had been fucked.
I took my lubed-up finger and rubbed it around his hole in slowly
contracting circles before I slowly began to insert it into Pat. The first
penetration brought an "Oh!" from him. Soon I had my finger in up to the
first knuckle and began gently to stretch his hole, moving the finger in
and out until it was in as far as the hand. I added a second finger and
repeated the process. And then, a third.
At this point, Pat practically begged me to fuck him. I removed my
fingers, rubbed some lube on my cock and lined it up with his hole. It was
somewhat awkward, as my left knee was still stiff and uncomfortable. But
it was worth it! My cock sank slowly into Pat's willing body. As I had
told him, it hurt a little at the beginning, but my young love was soon
thrusting back at me every time I thrust my cock into him.
I began to speed up my thrusts as I came closer to cumming. Pat
wrapped his legs around my waist just as I felt the orgasm begin to hit.
"OH, PAT! HERE IT CUMS! I'M GOING TO FILL YOU UP! OHHHHH, GOD! I'M
CUMMMMMIINNNG! AAAARGHH!!!" I felt like I pumped at least a quart into
him.
At the same time, having had his prostate repeatedly rubbed by my
cock, Pat began to orgasm as well. "OH, TIM! I WANT YOU TO CUM IN ME!
FUCK ME HARD AND MAKE ME CUM! OH! OH! OH! I'M GOING TO CUM! I'M ... GOING
... TO ...CUMMMMMMMMM! I'M CUMMMMMIIIINNGG!" With that, his cock shot cum
in a high arc that landed on his forehead. His second shot landed on his
lips, the third on his chest, with successive shots working their way down
his body towards his crotch.
I pulled out of his ass and flattened my self on top of him. We
kissed gently and for a long time, relishing the orgasms that we had given
each other. We finally fell asleep.
I awoke to the sound of a toilet flushing. Obviously, Pat was up
before me. I looked over at the bathroom door in time to see him walk back
into the room. The sight was one I hoped I would always see when I woke
up; Pat, nude, walking back to bed, cock swaying back and forth like as
metronome.
"Hi ya sleepyhead."
"Hi yourself, sexy. Are you hungry?"
"Starving. What do you have to eat in this place?"
"Just the usual bachelor's fare."
"In other words, whatever's cheap and not very nutritious."
"Well, I wouldn't go that far. But what did you want and we take
it from there."
"How about some steaks and baked potatoes?"
"I think that I can manage that. I was saving the steaks for a
special event. This certainly qualifies," I said, picking up my boxers and
putting them on. I looked over at Pat, whose eyes had begun to water
again. "What's the matter, Pat?"
"I'm just happy that someone would consider having dinner with me
to be a special event. After this afternoon ..."
Tears started down his face again. I reached over and pulled him
into my embrace. "Pat, Pat. Don't ever think that you are not special.
You are certainly special to me. I love you so much that it would tear me
apart if something happened to you. I want you to stay with me for as long
as you want. I will never kick you out of our home. Do you understand
me?"
"Do you really mean that? I can stay with you?"
"Yes, you can. We'll manage to work things out, even if that means
finding a new place to live."
"Why would it mean finding a new place to live?"
"For one thing, there really isn't much space for two people to
have all their stuff. Also, while I have no intention of kicking you out
of my bed, I think you should have the option of sleeping in your own bed.
You should have some space in which to do your schoolwork without being
interrupted. What's the smile for?"
"There's a rumor among some of the students that the school may be
shut down if too many students pull out. I know that my dad was going to
pull out us kids from school as soon as Reverend Erickson determines where
his followers will settle. The other thing is that a lot of boys have been
coming into town and none of them give any indication of enrolling in
school."
"I guess I'll just have to home school you if necessary. I'll
climb that hill when we get to it."
"Tim, if you'll let me, I'd like to see if I could find a job; it's
the least I can do to help with the expenses."
"I appreciate the offer Pat, but let's wait until the school's
closed before we explore that option."
The next few days were tough for Pat. Rumors about what happened
at the Thompson house had begun to circulate around the school. The fact
that none of his siblings acknowledged his existence when they passed in
school didn't help matters. Daniel Jorgenson would talk to Pat whenever he
had the opportunity, but few others would follow Daniel's lead. Finally,
ten days after the vote, amid declining attendance, the School Board
announced that, until further notice, the schools were closing. To say
that Pat felt more than a little relief at the news would be an
understatement.
I didn't know how to proceed at this point. It is true that I told
him that if the schools closed, I would home school him. I just hoped that
his natural intelligence would come to the fore and he wouldn't have to
rely too much on me for a formal education.
His sexual education was something that I felt I could handle,
however. Almost every night, we made love at least once before going to
sleep. He learned how to make love not just going through the motions of
having sex. Usually we would both strip down and engage in a long and deep
kiss. A blow job or 69 would follow. If he wanted to, he would fuck me;
or not.
The first time he fucked me was memorable. Pat had finished his
homework and had indicated the he wanted to go to our bedroom and cuddle.
One thing led to another, and intended or not, we got naked. I held him in
my arms for sometime before he made a move. Pat leaned back so that he put
me on my back, rolled over and kissed me. While he was kissing me, I felt
both our cocks harden. He began a humping motion that threatened to send
us both over the edge in a short. I decided that I did not want him to
waste his cum.
"Pat, I want, no I need you to fuck me."
"Are you sure? I've never fucked anybody before."
"Then, I'll be ecstatic to be your first."
I asked him whether he wanted me on my hands and knees or on my
back. He replied that he wanted to see my face so that he would know if he
was hurting me. I told him that he wouldn't hurt me, as he would not be
the first to fuck me. He brought my legs over his shoulders.
"Tim, I'm nervous about this."
"I told you that you can't hurt me. In fact, I'll probably enjoy
it as much or more than you will. I wasn't kidding when I said I needed
you. I love you more than anything on earth and want you to be happy!
Just do it!"
He lined his hardened cock up on my asshole, pushed the head up
against the hole, then applied more pressure to get past the sphincter. As
though he expected to cause me some discomfort, Pat very slowly sank his 6"
into my butt.
"Well, that certainly took long enough."
"I didn't want to hurt you."
"Do I look like I'm in pain? If this is supposed to be pain, I
would hate to think what pleasure would be like."
"OK, then. Here goes!" He began to work his cock in and out of my
ass, slowly at first but rapidly picking up speed as teenage lust overtook
him. Very soon, Pat was going into overdrive.
"Oh God! OHHHHH! AAAHHH! I GO-ING TO CUMMMMM! OOOOHH! HERE IT
CUMS, TIM! I'M C-C-CUMMMING! AARGH!" With those words, I felt his cock
begin to fill my ass with his hot cum. It rapidly approached the point
where I thought that he was going fill me up to overflowing; but I was
lucky.
Needless to say my prostate was getting worked on with every
thrust by Pat. No sooner had he begun to cum then I passed the point of no
return. Cum soaked my chest and stomach.
Pat pulled out of me with a "plop!" and collapsed on top of me. He
looked up at me. "That was great! I've never felt like that before! Was
it as good for you?"
"Yes, it was. Anything I do with you is great. I know that I've
said this before, but I love you with all my heart." I emphasized my
feelings with a wet, sloppy kiss.