Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2006 08:16:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: Puer Amore <pueresamo@yahoo.com>
Subject: Forgive me, Jody (PTIII)

Forgive me, Jody (PT III)
By
Barry
pueresamo@yahoo.com

Disclaimer: This work is one of fiction. Any resemblance of persons or
places mentioned in this story to actual persons or places is only slightly
more than coincidence.

Copyright 2006 Barry.  All Rights Reserved.


On Monday, I ran into Joe in the lunchroom. He smiled and motioned for me
to sit with him at the table.

I did.

Hey, Barry, he said, have you recovered from the picnic?

Oh Sure. It was fun; I really had a good time. I said.

The boys are really anxious over the possibility of getting to know you
better. Joe said. Especially Jody.

Jody was my personal angel all afternoon. I said.

Joe smiled.

What? I asked.

In the Carney, Jody played the Cherub. Joe advised.

Cherub? I asked.

Yeah, ask him about it. He was quite popular, quite an attraction in his
own rite. Joe suggested.

OK. I will. I replied.

Jody is an unusual name. Is he named for a family member? I inquired.

Yeah, Me. Joe said. You see, my middle initial is "G" and Jody's is "D".

Joe went on:

So, I'm Joe "G" and he is Joe "D". To distinguish us, people at the Carney
began calling me JoeGee and him JoeDee. After a while it evolved into Joe
and Jody.

I get it. I said. So, his real name is Joseph "D".  Yup, the "D" is for
Derek. It's his mother's brother. Joe instructed.

Interesting. I remarked.

Gary is his own story too, Joe continued.

Really? I inquired.  .  Yeah, Joe said. It's probably good for you to know
all this. It'll help you to understand him better.

OK. I replied.

You see, Gary is not mine. He's Sam's son from a former marriage. So, he's
Jody's half brother. I'm not Gary's father...it's part of the tension
between them.

Joe continued:

I try to treat Gary no differently than Jody, and have accepted him as my
son. Somehow, though, knowing that he has a different father weighs on him,
it makes him feel like he's not fully part of the family. He takes out his
resentment on Jody. I've tried everything and am my wits end. I think
spending weekends with you might be just the cooling off period they each
need.

I'll do my best with them. I said.

I know you will, Barry. I don't know what kind of spell you cast on Jody,
but I think he'd pack his duds, right now, and come to live with you,
permanently. I've never seen anyone affect him so strongly. It's
amazing. Joe advised.

>From one afternoon together? I asked with a puzzled look.

Yep! That's all it took. It's the damnnest thing. Sam and I can't figure it
out. But then, we can't figure out most things about the boys. Joe said
slowly shaking his head.

Well, better get back to work. Joe said. See you Saturday morning.

Looking forward to it! I exclaimed.

Yikes! I thought. What am I getting myself into? But, Jody... I have to
explore that little enigma more. He's just too cute, and so unabashed. I've
never encountered anyone quite like him.




Saturday arrived in a flash. Promptly, at 7AM there was a knock at my
door. I opened it to find Jody standing there with that big "Jody-smile", a
smile big enough and bright enough to light up all of Texas. He was wearing
the jacket I had given him at the picnic.

Joe was still in the pickup, watching to make sure Jody would get into my
apartment. He waved at me, when he saw me standing in the doorway, and
yelled at Jody:

You mind whatever Barry tells you...or else.

I will! Jody yelled back at him.

If he gets out of line, Barry, feel free to bust his ass. Joe yelled to me.

I don't think it will come to that. I yelled back.

He was no sooner out of sight, when it hit me.

Oh No! I said. Jody, you must have left your stuff in the truck.

What stuff? Jody asked.

Didn't you bring a change of clothes and underwear and a toothbrush
and...you know...STUFF! I asked.

Nope. Mom doesn't do laundry till tomorrow, so I don't have anything any
cleaner than what I have on right now. I don't wear underwear, never
have. Dad and Gary don't either, except Dad has to when he goes to guard
duty.

I see. I said.

It's the Carney way. Jody remarked.

Of Course! I exclaimed, as if I knew what he was talking about.

Well, get in here! I said to him with a smile.

He stepped through the door, looked around and said:

Awesome apartment, Barry.

Thanks, Jody. I replied. I'm glad to have you here. I've been looking
forward to it all week.

Me too, I couldn't wait till this morning came. He replied. I think you're
wonderful; I wanted to be here with you all week long...it's all I thought
about.

Really? I asked.

He came to me and hugged me tightly. I kissed the top of his head, as I had
done at the picnic.

Yikes! I thought. What happened to that sweet boy-smell I had relished in
at the picnic? The kid smelled like livestock.

Jody, I asked, what do I smell on your clothes? I'm not sure I've ever
smelled anything like it.

Oh, I had to do all my chores before I could come. So, I had to feed the
horses and chickens and....you know...all that stuff.

Do I stink? He asked.

Of course not silly. I just wasn't familiar with anything like it, so, I
thought I'd ask. Now, I understand. I assured him.

If I stink, I can strip right now and shower. Can I? I don't want to stink
for you, Please? He asked again. I don't want to make a bad impression on
you, Barry. You're special to me. He said.

Come on, he said, you can take one with me. I'll even give you a
reach-around.

Reach-around? I asked.

You'll see, he said, as he winked at me.

Before I could say Yea or Nay, he dropped his pants, pulled off his shirt,
took off his shoes and was standing there, before me, naked.

Can this really be happening? I thought.

OK, then. I said. Let's put your clothes in the washer so they can be
getting clean and fresh at the same time we are.


He followed me to the little laundry room, barely more than a closet,
really, but we put his clothes in to wash.

There he stood, naked and unabashed before me, with that big Jody-smile.

I'm so glad you're here, Jody. I assured him.

I had no idea you were so well built under those clothes, you're really
quite beautiful.  Thanks. He said. You ready to get wet with me? He asked.

You know it! I exclaimed.

He followed me to the bathroom. Once there, he turned me around and began
to unfasten my belt. My pants fell to the floor, only to reveal my secret,
I don't wear underwear either. When he saw that to be the case, he looked
at me and winked.

I unbuttoned my shirt and threw it on the floor.

We stood there naked for each other's gaze. He looked me up and down, then
reached over and gently lifted my balls and my penis, squeezing them ever
so gently.

Nice! He remarked, Very Nice!

This can't be happening! I thought to myself.

I reciprocated. The feel, the warmth of his penis and balls was
irresistible. I wanted to drop to my knees right there and go to work on
him.

I resisted. I'm sure he knew it too.

I turned on the water and, when it reached temperature, we stepped into the
shower stall together.

The hot water went to work on him right away, his balls hung low in his
sack. "Bulls Balls" the kids used to call them, in the showers, after gym
class, when they would hang like that.

The water ran down his torso and off the tip of his penis like a
fountain....a fountain I could hardly wait to drink from.

He squeezed a generous amount of shampoo into his hair, and still more into
his sparse pubic hair, rubbing it slowly into the region and onto his dick,
all the while watching me watching him.

This is the most sophisticated kid I've ever known. I thought. He's
remarkable....on top of being beautiful.

Jody, your dick and balls are perfect. You have the genitals of someone
much older. It's amazing. I asserted.

How old would you guess I am, Barry? He asked.

I don't know, Jody. Twelve, going on 13 perhaps. I estimated.

Jody smiled. I'll be 17 in January. He informed me.

No Way! I retorted.

It's that way on my Dad's side of the family. There are pictures of my Dad
at 19....he looks like he's maybe...11. Jody informed me.

All this time, he had been lathering me up with suds he had scooped up from
his ball sack as they ran off. I was so erect; I could have punched holes
in the sheetrock with it.

Turn around, he said, face the shower head.

OK. I said, as I complied.

Now, I'm going to show you what a reach around is. I hope you enjoy it. He
said.

With that, he "reached-around" from behind me and took my penis into his
hand and began stroking me.

His erection was sliding up and down in my butt crack as he continued to
stroke me into paradise.

I'm gonna cum, baby. I said.

Turn around...quick! He ordered.

I did.

He took me into his mouth, just as I unloaded into him.

He held my cum in his mouth, using it to act as a hot lubricant upon my,
already pulsating, penis as he continued to slowly move his head up and
down on it. I'd never felt anything as pleasurable in my life. Finally, he
swallowed my cum and licked the residual from my dick and balls.

I've wanted to do this for two years. He said, as he smiled up at me. I've
waited all this time.

Jody, you've only known me for a week. I retorted.

I'll explain later, he said, still smiling that precious Jody smile. Now, I
have to cum too. He reached for his dick. I stopped him.




I took his penis into my hand and began to position it for my mouth.

Are you sure? He asked.

Why, is there a problem I asked in return?

No, I'm safe, I have no bugs. He responded. But you don't have to do...Oh,
Yes! He said as I interrupted him by taking him into my mouth.

He was delicious, and as good as his dick tasted on my tongue, his cum,
which he soon blasted against the back of my throat was even more
delicious. I took it all and wanted more.

I spread his legs and traced my finger along his urethra, from his anus to
the tip of his head; till I was sure I hadn't missed a drop.

God, that was GREAT, Barry. Sure you've never been a Carney? He asked.

No Why? I asked.

He just smiled and winked at me. I'll explain later, OK? He asked.

OK. I said.

We finished our shower. He stepped out of the shower stall ahead of
me. That's when I noticed the backs of his legs.

What's the deal with that? I asked, as I pointed to the red stripes on his
legs.

He turned to examine his legs in the full length mirror.

Oh....no big deal. He said. They'll be OK by Monday.

How'd you get them? I asked.

My Mom. He said.

He continued:

Sometimes I piss her off. Out comes the extension cord.

Your Mom uses an extension cord on you....she beats you with such a thing? I
asked incredulously.



Sometimes. He replied.

Does your Dad know? I asked.

I guess he does. She never does it when he's home, though. He replied.

She has to be really, really pissed when she does it. She does the same to
Gary. He said.

Don't worry. I'll be OK! He reassured me.

Come here, you! I ordered.

He approached me and we embraced in a most tender hug, followed by a sweet
kiss.

I think I could fall in love with you, Barry. In fact, I already have.

I know I could fall in love with you, Jody. I said. In fact I'm doing just
that.

He smiled that Jody-smile at me. As always, his smile was from ear to ear,
accented by his beautiful white teeth. His warm brown eyes sparkled in the
lights. His smile was irresistible. Oh Hell....all of him was irresistible.

We stood there for a moment, locked in our eye contact. I broke the spell:

Are you hungry, sweetheart? I asked.

No, not yet. He replied.

Well, let's move your clothes to the dryer.

OK. I think we better dry ourselves off too. He suggested.

Right! I agreed.

After we moved his clothes to the dryer, I took him by the hand and led him
to the bedroom and had him sit on the edge of the bed. I sat next to him.

I have so many questions for you, Jody. Most of them can wait, but I'm
beginning to become concerned for your physical safety. I know you're
nearly 17 and I guess that makes Gary...um...

19, nearly 20. Jody answered for me.

19, I repeated. I don't too much like it that you guys get beaten.


It's rare, Jody replied. Mostly when Mom forgets her medication.

Medication? I asked.

Lithium. He responded. Please don't say anything, OK? She'd be very
embarrassed. Then, when that wore off, she'd be really pissed and I'd get
the crap beat out of me.

I won't say anything, my angel. It's our secret. Anything you tell me in
confidence is our secret. Don't worry. I assured him.

Speaking of angels. I said. I understand you were the "Cherub" at the
Carney. Your Dad said I should ask you about it.

Jody chuckled. Yes, I was the "Cherub"....for many years...till I got far
enough into puberty that I couldn't sell the role any more.

You lost me, sweetheart. I said.

Well, he started, when I was little, and up to about six months before we
left the Carney, I played the cherub....that's a little angel who poses with
the animals or soars around the tent above the suckers....er I mean
customers...on a wire. I was naked except for a pastie that covered my dick
and balls.

He continued:

I would pose bareback on the tiger, which was chained to the floor by his
collar, though the suckers couldn't see it, and was so sedated, he could
barely keep his head up. Anyway, all the horny old women would buy a ticket
to come in and take my picture on the tiger. I was in high demand after a
while.

One time my pastie fell off and some old queen nearly tore down the stage
ropes to get at me. I tried to act natural, strutting around with my dick
and balls flopping around. I picked up my pastie and tossed it to the old
queen. He stopped trying to get over the ropes.

I made a hasty retreat.

After that, they began using mineral gum and spirits to hold the thing on.

Then, they figured out that I was a draw. A picture of me in my pastie was
included in all the flyers that the front men posted a few days in advance
of our playing each town.

It was hilarious. Every horny old woman and old queen was at the show,
cameras in hand. I was pullin' in the bucks.

Eventually, the Carney leaked the word that for $100.00 I would do a
private show....without the pastie.

They made a fortune on me! He laughed.

Hell, I was fourteen, looked like I was 9, but had the balls and dick of an
eighteen year old. I was, as they said in "Young Frankenstein" ...very
popular.

Finally, I got too muscular, too angular, to pull it off...not naked,
anyway.

I had you thinking I was just 12....just last week.

Didn't I? He asked.

You sure did. I admitted.

So anyway, he continued, my fame as the Cherub came to an end, just before
we left the Carney. It was quite a ride, though...FUN, while it lasted. He
concluded

You see, Barry, I have no innocence to lose at this point. Don't
worry. I've pretty much seen and done it all. Mom, Dad, Gary too. We've
tried it all.

I had no idea, Jody. I'm amazed, I truly am. Joe never told me any of this
before the picnic, when he bragged about your Mom being the bearded Lady. I
recounted.

Ah....but we've had you pegged for the whole two years you've worked with
Dad, We knew you were gay. Jody advised.

I didn't think I was that obvious. I replied.

Oh, you're NOT. Jody replied, except maybe to a Carney...or another gay
person.

I'm so confused! I exclaimed.

Barry, Dad had you figured out in the first week you worked together. He's
had a crush on you ever since.

Your Dad has a crush on me? I asked in utter horror.

He sure does! Jody replied. He'd be jealous out of his mind if he knew I
got to you first. So, that's our secret too. OK? He asked.

Sure! I said. I'm sure as Hell not gonna tell him.



My mind was about to explode. I was a novice here, NOT Jody. I was
completely mystified at the whole thing.

You OK, Barry? He asked.

Why? I replied.

You look sorta...spaced out. Did I just blow your mind? Jody suggested.


Well, let's just say that this is all coming at me a little faster than I
was expecting. I replied.

Sure! He said, it's no big mystery. Dad is Bi, Mom is Bi, Gary is straight,
but plays the Carney game...so he'd trade reach-arounds with you, but would
never kiss you or suck you off...I'm gay...only gay.

Of course, he continued, we all play the Carney game. The Carney has its
own rules and standards, you know.

No, I don't know, Jody. You're educating me with every sentence. I replied.

Sure! Jody continued:

A Carney is a combination rolling prison and mobile commune. Basically,
everyone does whomever. Not in a loving way...almost like a medical
procedure. There are rules, though. Especially regarding kids. No anal
penetration, no forced oral copulation...those are No Nos....not with a kid.

Still, I willingly gave lots of reach arounds, but no affection, NO BLOW
JOBS. NO WAY!

I save those for those whom I truly love. He concluded.

God, am I naïve! I exclaimed.

I would never have thought you knew most of those terms, much less had
experienced them. I said.

Just then the dryer buzzed.

Guess your clothes are dry. I said.

Can't we just stay naked for a while? He asked.

We sure can. I replied. Let me just go and fold your clothes for you.  I
was reeling, mentally, as I stood there, folding his clothes. One shirt,
one pair of jeans, one pair of socks. That was all.

I returned to find him sprawled out on the bed, his "bulls' balls" hanging
between his legs.

His lucky taint. I thought.

You like being naked, same as I do, huh? I asked.

I love being naked, he replied. I spent most of my life naked.

You did? I asked.

Sure, he continued, I just told you I was the cherub. I had to stay well
tanned....but NO TAN LINES! ...so I ran around doing my chores naked most
of the time.

During the winter, we camped in Florida, so it was pretty comfortable to
stay naked around Carney Camp, soaking up the Sun. No one thought anything
about it. It was part of my job...part of my training.

Wow! I finally exclaimed. This is just too much. I really never
realiz...

Course, you didn't, Jody interrupted. Only another Carney would have
realized.

He continued:

I got to a point I hated wearing clothes ever! I'm much more comfortable
naked.

Actually, so am I. I admitted.

Still, sweetheart, I want to treat you to different restaurants and shows
and such, and I would like to take you and get you a whole new wardrobe.

I don't know, Barry. Mom and Dad might think of it as charity...Carneys
don't take charity.

He paused... I'm Kidding! He laughed. New duds would be great. Thank
you, Barry.

See, that's why I knew I'd love you. Jody said.

Why's that, sweetheart. I replied.

For two years, Dad has spoken of you in such terms of affection. Not just
his crush or that he'd like to have some of what I had this morning, but he
speaks of you as a gentle, tender, and loving man.  That's what I've wanted
forever, he continued, a gentle, tender, and loving man. I fell in love
with you two years ago, just from Dad's description of you.

When Dad introduced us, at the picnic, last weekend, he went on, my heart
skipped a beat. I couldn't wait to sit with you, warm up to you,
and...well...give you my little surprise.

He winked at me.

Jody, I don't know what to say. I started, that's the most touching thing
that anyone has ever said to me. My heart is swelling with love for you
too.

He pulled me down onto the bed to lie beside him saying;

Don't say it, show it, kiss me, please, and don't stop.

We did just that, for the longest time.

Finally, we stopped as the blare of a fire truck siren distracted us as it
passed by.

God, I love you! Jody exclaimed.

I love you too, how could I not? I replied.