Date: Sat, 9 Nov 2002 06:36:17 -0800 (PST)
From: No Label <zero78245@yahoo.com>
Subject: Donny, Chapter 17

Same old same old.  If you are too young, or live in a location were erotic
stories containing acts that may be construed as homosexual are illegal,
then don't read this story.  You have been warned!

As always, send comments, critical remarks, or conversation to
zero78245@yahoo.com.  Suggestions are welcome.  Flames will even be read.
I will respond as appropriate.

Again I must thank a friend who has kept me, and this story, on the right
path.  It is always a joy to talk with you, and thanks for all the great
news.  Two weeks is just what the doctor ordered, hehe.

Chapter 17


    As the wonderful feelings started moving through my body, I could not
help but accelerate my pistoning hand on Deke's cock.  And Deke's hand did
likewise.  Soon all conscious thought was gone and the only idea in my head
was the swiftly onrushing headiness of orgasm.

    The feeling started from my toes, and the top of me head at the same
time and met at their ultimate destination, the focal point of my being.
It rushed up my dick and out like a freight train.  My knees suddenly
turned to mush, and I sagged into Deke's body.

    But I only had to go half way, as Deke's explosion occurred almost at
the same time, and his body melted towards me.  We stood there, both trying
to catch our breath, and reveling in the glow.

    "Wow."

    "Awesome."

    "That was great."

    "Yeah."

    Deke suddenly pulled away.  "Sorry."

    "For what?"

    "I shouldn't have...you know...touched you."

    "Deke, you're a duffus.  I wanted you to touch me.  Didn't you like
it?"  I was starting to get scared.  Was Deke going to reject me too?

    "Uh, are you gay?"

    "Duh.  You?"

    "No...yeah...no...I don't know."

    Damn, how can someone as old as Deke not know if he was gay or
not. Geez, I'm two years younger and am very sure I am.

    "Well, do you like boys, or girls."

    "I thought I liked girls, but..."

    "But you liked what we just did."

    "Yeah.  Does that make me gay?"

    "In my book that's pretty close, but we could ask Tom."

    "Shit, no.  Don't say anything to anyone."  Deke turned and ran into
the changing room.

    Fuck, now what.  I have to convince Deke that what we did was okay,
otherwise we might never do that again.  And that would be no fun.

    When I came into the changing room Deke was sitting on one of the
benches with his head in his hands.  His shoulders were shaking.

    "Deke."

    "Go away."

    "Deke, stop.  Listen to me."

    "Fuck you, just go away.  Leave me alone."

    "No, I won't leave you alone.  Damn it Deke, we didn't do anything
wrong.  We both wanted it, and we did it.  And if you want, we can do it
again."

    "R...right now?"

    "No shithead.  Some other time.  When we both are feeling like we want
to do it, just like in the pool."

    "Shit Donny.  Do you think I'm a fag?"

    "I don't know."

    My anger was going away and I sat down next to Deke and put my arm
around him.

    "I do know that I like what we did, and I liked doing it with you.
Didn't you like it?"

    "Yeah.  It was great.  But..."

    "All right then.  No buts about it.  It felt great, and it wasn't
wrong."

    "You sure?"

    "Yeah.  But I still think we should talk to Tom."

    "No.  He'll just call us both fags, and tell my parents, and
everything."

    "No he won't.  Tom is not like that.  You'll see, once you get to know
him better."

    "He was real nice and understanding earlier.  But, I don't know."

    "Well I do.  And I say we should talk to Tom."

    "But what if he tells my parents?"

    "He won't if you ask him not to.  He says that's private stuff."

    "Oh."

    "Come on, let's hit the showers and clean this stuff off.  Then we can
go talk to him."

    "Ummm."

    After a quick shower to wash the cum off ourselves, I grabbed my shorts
and headed for the door.  I deliberately didn't look at Deke because I
didn't want to make him any more nervous.

    "Aren't you going to get dressed?"

    "No, there's no one here who hasn't seen me naked before.  Tom lets me
run around like this when we don't have company."

    "Wow.  I never...wait until I get dressed at least."

    "Just throw your boxers on.  That's all you need until dinner."

    "No, I can't.  Just wait."

    "Aw, okay."

    So I slipped on my shorts and waited until Deke got completely dressed,
or almost.  I didn't wait for him to tie his shoes, but headed out of the
pool house for the back door.

    "Wait.  Wait" Deke came running out and caught me just as I was
reaching the door.

    "Do we have to tell Tom?"

    "I want to ask him some questions.  And if I do he will kinda figure it
out anyway, so yeah."

    "You don't have to ask those questions you know."

    "Don't worry, Deke.  It will be okay.  Tom is not like what you think."

    "And so what am I like?  Hmmm?"  Shit, Tom was in the kitchen and heard
us.

    I heard "oh, crap" come from Deke's direction as I gulped, suddenly not
sure if Tom was really like the picture I painted for Deke.

    "Uh.  You're a great cook?"

    "Uh huh.  And of course, Deke would be really worried about that.
Somehow I don't think that was what you guys were talking about.  Come on,
spill it."

    Okay Donny.  Talk.  You were the one who wanted to talk to Tom.  What's
the matter, cat got your tongue?  Why can't you tell Tom you just had the
best, mind-blowing orgasm of your short life and your curious why it was so
much better than when you do it yourself?  Shit.  You sure stepped in it
this time.  I couldn't get my mouth to open.

    "Ah...ah...er...well.  Ah, Deke...me...sorta...did
something...wondering...er."

    "Okay, both of you come in here and sit.  Now.  Donny?  Deke?"

    Deke kept looking at me with pleading eyes and shaking his head no.

    I looked back and forth between Deke and Tom, hoping to convince Deke
that it would be all right, and hoping that Tom would understand what we
did without me saying anything.  Pretty dumb, huh?

    "Hmm.  Let me guess, since you two are not saying anything now.
Obviously, Deke doesn't want you to say, but you do, Donny.  So it is
something you both know.  Or did."

    Tom walked over to the window and pointedly looked out.

    "Okay, the pool house is still standing, so in the forty-five minutes
or so since I left you two alone, you did not manage to pull it down.  That
narrows the possibilities somewhat.  Now knowing Donny the way I do, the
event no one wishes to speak of was probably of a sexual nature.  If it is,
then Deke's reluctance to speak of the same is understandable.  Therefore,
unless I am contradicted in my assumption, I will conclude that that
hypothesis is correct.  And if it is correct, then with the assumption that
neither of you are physically hurt in any way, I will not speak any further
on this matter except when asked a direct question.  In other words, not my
business so I am pulling my nose out.  However, I will be available to both
of you for private or mutual discussion if that is desired.  Understood?"

    "Huh?"  Sometimes Tom can talk real funny.

    "If what I suspect is true, it is a private matter between you two.  If
you have questions for me, then ask.  But I will not pry into your private
affairs as long as no one gets hurt."

    "Oh.  Ah, Deke?"

    "Yeah."

    "Did you understand what he said?"

    "Parts.  Come on, we need to talk."

    Deke grabbed my arm and pulled me back to my bedroom and shut the door.

    "Shit.  I guess you were right, Donny."

    "Huh?  About what?"

    "Well.  Tom almost came right out and said we had sex together and he
doesn't care, that its private."

    "Well, I told you.  Er, did he really say that?"

    "Pretty much.  Wow.  My old man would be laying the leather to me
forever if he suspected that.  And Tom basically said it was none of his
business."

    "Well, it is between you and me, right?  Tom taught me what to do, but
he didn't tell me to do it with you."

    "Huh?  What do you mean Tom taught you?"

    "Ah, well...shit, I guess I let it slip.  Tom taught me how to jerk
off."

    "He did?  Shit, my old man would rather cut it off than talk to me
about pulling your pud."

    "Well Tom's different.  He says all boys do it, and if they don't, then
they're liars.  That it is a perfectly natural thing for boys and men to
do."

    "Yeah, but what about to others?  What does he say about that?"

    "I dunno.  But I get the feeling that it's okay with him.  In fact, the
more I think about it, I think he kinda expected it."

    "No shit?  You sure?"

    "No I'm not sure, because you wouldn't let me ask, shithead."

    "Wait a minute.  You were the one that tripped all over his tongue out
there, not me."

    "No, you just sat there like a rock, except whispering no all the
time."

    "Yeah, well, now I'm not so sure.  It sure would be nice to know that
he really doesn't care."

    "I think that is a pretty safe assumption, but I would like to ask,
just to be sure."

    "Let me think about that."

    "Okay.  Want to do something?"

    "What?  Again?  So soon?"

    "You dumb shit.  No, not that.  A game or something."

    "Oh.  How about a movie?  What you got?"

    "Tons out in the living room.  Come on."

    We picked a mutually agreeable flick with lots of gore and death, one
of the Elm Street/Freddie Kruger flicks I think, and popped it into the
player in my room.  I think both of us wanted to do some thinking about
recent events, and didn't really want a movie that required attention to
follow.

    At about the thirtieth or fortieth killing scene Tom knocked on the
door without opening and called "SUpper in a few.  How do you want your
steak?"

    Deke called out medium rare, and I wanted medium.

    Tom acknowledged our preferences and left back for the kitchen.  He
never did open the door, or ask why it was closed.  Hmmm.

    Tom's call of supper ready came just a few seconds after the movie
ended.  Deke and I hadn't said a word to each other the whole time.  We
both just went into the bathroom and washed up.  I had to stop back in the
room to get a shirt.  Tom's rules, you know.

    The steaks smeeled and looked perfect.  We also had huge baked potatoes
and whole ears of corn on the cob.  Yum, yum.

    We sat down at the kitchen table as Tom placed our steaks in front of
us.  Then he grabbed his and sat down.

    "You...you're gonna eat with us?"  Deke looked amazed.

    "Sure, if you don't mind."

    "No, no sir, of course not.  It's just that...my parents would never
eat in the kitchen, or..."

    "Or what Deke?"

    "With me."  It was a very tiny voice that spoke those two words.

    Tom first frowned, then put on his father face.  One I had seen many
times now.  You know, like he really cared about what you were saying.
Sorta like he was feeling your pain too.

    "Deke, I consider it an honor to be able to sit at the same table with
you, and share food with you.  But if it makes you uncomfortable, I can
move to the dining room and leave you two alone."

    "No sir, don't leave.  I mean, ah, it's your house sir.  You can eat
wherever you want."

    "Thank you, Deke.  Donny and I normally eat together, and it would feel
funny if we were in seperate rooms."

    "Yes sir.  Sorry sir."

    Tom looked at me and I could see he was a little worried.  It bothered
me too, that Deke would react that way.

    We started eating, but out of the corner of my eye I saw Deke was
acting real different, like he wasn't really hungry.  That surprised me,
because I knew I was hungry, and he's a growing kid just like me.  And I
have seen him pack away the groceries.

    I could see that Tom noticed too.  And every so often he would glance
over at me with a questioning look on his face.  Deke kept his eyes on his
plate, but ate real slowly and in small bites.

    Finally I couldn't stand it any longer.

    "Deke.  Relax.  Tom isn't going to bite."

    Deke looked up form his plate and turned red.  Then huge tears started
rolling down his cheeks.

    Tom jumped up and went over to Deke, his arms outstretched.  Deke
fairly flew into his embrace and loudly started sobbing.  He kept repeating
weak little sorries between the sobs.

    Tom led him out of the kitchen and into the living room.  There he sat
down on the couch with Deke in his lap and starting rocking and petting
Deke's head.  I didn't know what came over Deke, but I did know that he was
in one of the greatest places on earth, and the right place for now.  I
didn't know what to do, so I continued eating.


TBC...