Date: Wed, 3 Jun 2015 11:09:48 -0400
From: D S <desuckerxx@gmail.com>
Subject: Ironworker Kurt, Part 2

Ironworker Kurt, Part 2

This is a work of adult fiction involving no real people.  If you are under
18, leave now.

by Dionysian

"Jiiiiimmy!  Jimmy!  Where are you?!"

My mom's call shocked us out of our sensual trance.  I was still rooting in
his pit as if life itself depended on it and his huge hand palmed my head,
holding it there.  I snuffled and sucked and licked while he moaned and
grunted softly.  It was a very quiet but primal singing - shattered by
mom's worried shouting.  We could tell with each new shout that she was
getting closer, crossing the street.  I drew back from his pit, a string of
spit dangling between us for a minute - and our eyes connected in mutual
panic.

That meeting of eyes was a truly terrifying moment for me.

The last few minutes had been a divine gift, releasing a childhood of
growing horror, an awareness of what I was, of how I would be received in
the world of men I knew then.  I was not, had not been, blind to the names
men called people like me.  I remembered the ignored pleas of the high
school boy being chased and pelted with stones, as 'faggot' was spat at him
by people that were his friends yesterday.  I heard how my mom and her
friends tossed around 'pooftah' and 'limp wrist' when she got together with
the ladies at the church.  It was less hatefully intoned and I cannot
imagine the ladies throwing stones, but their muttering was equally adamant
about 'otherness', 'wrongness' and sin.

This moment with Kurt was for me an antidote to years of a creeping
self-awareness that gave root to doubt and fear.  Ten minutes with him in
this way was antidote to ALL of that.

Then, in a microsecond of shared panic, I had what seems like now - after
all the years gone by - an extrasensory, precocious download of all that
could happen if we were seen just then.  A naked man and a naked teen,
clutched together, cocks hard and smeared with cum, looking suddenly
guilty, being 'caught'.

I saw all that he could lose.  All that would happen to me.  All the faces
curled in disgust, not understanding how healing, how necessary, how
affirming this moment was for me.  I saw that this would not be perceived
as the exception to the situations my mom always warned me about -
situations where men might abuse me.

They would not understand how spontaneously this happened and how natural
it was.  They would not understand how this moment catalyzed the building
of a positive adult identity, nor that it would be a touchstone of strength
for me throughout my life.  They would not see the kindness in the arms
still wrapped protectively around me.  Their fear for me was real and
undeniably rooted in reality, in experience.  I had heard the stories.  The
pure and absolute contradiction of this moment to those fears would be
invisible to them.

There were utterly beautiful things that men had to hide, that I would have
to hide.

I was knocked nearly comatose, physically frozen in place, with the violent
contradiction of these truths - all of them rooted in love, but some in
love soured and fearful - and the eyes that now looked back to mine saw all
the same things.

"Jimmy!  Answer me!" She was on the driveway!

Kurt jolted into action, grabbed me under the arms, and whispered, "Hold
your breath!", as he launched me into the pool.

My unintended cannonball splashed water high and loud.  Before I came up
for air, sputtering and blowing water out of my nose, he was diving over
the sidewall of the raised pool, still naked and holding my cum stained
shorts.  He thrashed them around to get the cum globs off of them and
shoved them at me, nodding for me to put them on.

"What about you?" I nodded at the fat cock bobbing below the surface.

"Just put them on and follow my lead... We're back here!" he yelled, as my
mom neared the latched gate.

He started splashing me and generally making a lot of noise and laughing
like we had been playing for a long time already. "Take that, little man!"

Mom opened the gate as I was getting a huge splash of water in the face.

"HA!  There you are!  Getting drowned are you?" She laughed.

"Hi, mom!" I gasped.

"Sorry, Alice.  I should have called you." Kurt said, pulling himself up to
the edge of the pool before mom got close enough to see over the
sidewall. "It was so fucking hot... "  He looked at me and back at her with
a grin. "Oops. Sorry, still talking like I'm at work."

She laughed. "No worries.  It IS fucking hot."  She said as she dabbed her
forehead with a napkin from her pocket.  She fixed me with a stare, as I
got ready to say it too. "Not a chance, young man.  You don't get to say
everything you hear!" She said, pursing her lips in mock anger.

"It's nice in here, Mom! You should jump in before work!" I said, knowing
she would never do it.  She was already in her uniform.

"Very funny." She reached over to ruffle my wet hair.  I saw Kurt pull
himself tighter against the side of the pool.  She saw him too and
smirked. "Don't worry, Kurt." She teased. "I saw your clothes on the patio
and I know you are in your undies!  I know how you boys are and I am
telling your wife!"

"HA!" I snorted. then sing-songed, "Kurt's getting in trouble."  He
splashed me in the face again. "Hey!"

Mom turned back toward the gate. "OK.  I just wanted I know where you were.
I gotta go to work.  Do not wear out your welcome here and go straight home
when you're done." She turned back to Kurt.  "And thank you for looking out
for him."

"No problem.  Have a good night at work."

And with that she was gone and we both sighed in relief.  I was almost high
with it and feeling lucky.

"Good thing she didn't see this." I said, grabbing his cock under the water
and holding it for a minute.

"Hey!", he laughed, "watch that stuff, little man." But he let me hold it
long enough to feel it plumping in my hand before shoving off and diving
under.

We spend another half hour just goofing off in the water.  I took my shorts
off and hung them on the outside of the pool so they could dry - and we
could both skinny dip.  We touched and hugged and pressed our on again-off
again hardons against each other.  But, mostly, we just splashed and goofed
off.  Just being guys - like none of the other stuff changed anything.  We
could still just be dudes playing in the pool.

I think I was afraid 'being gay' - admitting it, saying it and having
someone else know it - would make everything different - and it did, but it
kinda didn't too - at the same time.

"O.K., little man.  Janice and the kids will be home soon and you gotta get
home."  He grabbed me under the arms again and lifted me over the side of
the pool, putting my feet in the grass.  I ogled his flexing muscles,
watched the water running off his chest hair as he lifted me.  I was not
exactly a little kid at 13.  I was kind of big for my age, but he was
strong.  He handed me my shorts and messed up my hair when I bent to slide
them on.

"Look at that. You got more than I thought." He grinned, pointing to my
pubes. "Shows up more when they're wet, you know.  Looking manly!" He
winked.

I did not want to go, of course, and couldn't make my feet turn toward
home.  My mouth opened and closed several times, trying to
say... something... anything.  I just did not have the words.  Kurt waited
patiently, smiling at me, as I worked it out.

"Thank you", was all I got out, but I said it with as much gratitude and
seriousness as I could.

"You're welcome, Jim."  Another gift for that moment: Jim.  Not Jimmy.  Not
Jimbo.  Not Little Man.  Jim.  My man-name.  "It was an honor to share that
with you."

A smile nearly split my head from front to back.  My jaws ached from
smiling so much around him.

"Do you think we can do this again?" I mumbled, almost too low for him to
hear.

"I don't know.  It just kinda happened.  And I saw in your face that you
know what all could happen if others knew."

"I just... I just... can I..." I stammered and stopped.

"Just let it roll out." He chuckled. "It'll be fine, little man."

I was starting to fall in love with the way he called me that. 'Jim' felt
good, but right now 'Little Man' from him felt better.  "Can I... can I
kiss you?" I finally whispered.

He didn't say anything, just pulled me back to the edge of the pool and
planted his lips on mine.  I tried with everything I had to register every
sensation, not sure this would ever happen again.  I took in the softness
and firmness of his lips.  The gentle, quickly withdrawn touch of his
tongue on my lips.  The faint taste and scent of onions he had for lunch.
The pleasant scratching of his goatee.  The tingling vibration of a quiet
moan that drew one from me in response.  I etched them in stone.

Then it was over.  He was turning me toward home with a smack on the ass.
When I got to the gate, he called after me.

"Hey, Jim!  Little Man!" When I turned back to him, he dropped his voice so
no one but me could hear. "Remember... everything about you is just right.
Anyone that can cum that hard three times in a row in 3 minutes is the
fucking man," he laughed.  "You're gay and you're the fucking man." His
grin was genuine and warming. "You may not be able to show people for a
while and when you do they might not be able to see it, but its true.  I
know its true and you know its true."

I walked home on air.  On fucking air.  And that air filled my aching lungs
more than once when I thought I would suffocate under all the shit a small
town gay boy has to deal with.

Kurt remained the most important man in my life throughout my journey to
adulthood.  Nothing like that happened again for 4 more years, but he was
always there for me.  And when I knew it was time and I was ready, I asked
him - the most consistently caring man in my life - to help me learn more.
And, as always, he gave me exactly what I needed to get me to the other
side, to being the man I needed to be.