Date: Wed, 1 Oct 2003 10:50:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rick Beck <quillswritersrealm@yahoo.com>
Subject: BJJ/My15thYear -- Chapter 24

Billie Joe's Journal/My 15th Year

Chapter 24
Total Naval Capitulation


 Harlin went out for food and came back with a bag full of burgers and
Sodas. He now wore a white T-shirt that pulled tightly against his narrow
chest. He liked more like one of us than a military man. His lips were
lusciously red now and I thought anyone who looked at his mouth knew he'd
been sucking dick.

His cheeks had a rosy color that had his green eyes looking made up with
their blondish lashes fluttering each time he stared at Gene. We all
gobbled our food like we hadn't eaten in a week. I was surprised there was
enough, but there was and Harlin was generous if not respectful of my love
for Gene.

I dosed on the bed watching television with Gene beside me, snoring. I fell
asleep, while not cuddling up to Gene because Harlin kept staring at
us. When I awoke, Gene was naked on the floor, between Harlin's legs. He
still sat dressed in his T-shirt and faded jeans with his modest dick
pertruding from his pants but it had disappeared into Gene's throat as
Harlin watched himself get blown.

"God, Gene, I've never cum so much. You got talent boy."

Gene refused to relinquish his advantage as Harlin's hands rested on the
side of his face and Harlin face took on a blissful glow as he leaned his
head back on the chair until his body started shaking and twitching as his
chest heaved and he whimpered.

Once again Gene was the trooper, nursing the dick until it had lost all
claims to glory. When he spit it out it was just a red pulpy hanging piece
of flesh. Harlin sat up panting and staring down at Gene with love in his
eyes. It was kind of sickening to see but Gene stared back and I was just
the audience for these two lovebirds. I'd seen Gene with a lot of people
before he was ever with me and it was beginning to dawn on me that the boy
I had attached myself to was a desired commodity that was always ready to
perform.

Gene stood up, which had his dick wagging back and forth. His skinny body
looked almost comical when compared to the significant meat that was fully
erect and as thick as his wrist but not quite as long as his forearm. He
stared at Harlin's mouth as Harlin stared at the man meat he was faced
with.

"Give me a minute, will you," Harlin gasped as his face came ever closer to
Gene's cockhead. "I just cum."

As soon as the words slipped through his lips he was going down on Gene,
feeling his ass as his mouth stretched around the bone of love he wanted
more than he wanted to rest up. Harlin may have had little experience with
boys but he had no difficulty making up for lost time. Soon Gene was laid
flat on his back with Harlin sucking as much of the thick dick as his not
so thick mouth allowed.

Gene lay still with his head flat on the floor and turned to one side as he
watched his moderate sized attendant wrestle with his man sized meat but
Harlin did care if we were watching him. What he cared about was the dick
he held with his lips and he was undergoing a transformation before my very
eyes. He felt Gene's prodigious balls, up between his legs, his chest and
belly while frantically going down on his lust limb, getting quite a bit in
his inadequate mouth.

"You're biting the hell out of me you know," Gene mused after Harlin got
the top third lodged past his lips.

Harlin looked helpless but was unwilling to give up what he had gobbled
up. Instead of looking at Gene he closed his eyes and held his ground while
feeling the smooth silky balls of the boy below him, using both hands and
looking a bit like a small bird trying to eat a very big worm.

"Stick a finger in my asshole," Gene said intimately. "Two if you can spare
them."

Gene raised his legs, bending his knees so Harlin could stay between them,
and yet he wanted to expose the spot he wanted to be stimulated
next. Harlin's fingers found their way between his happy meal's legs,
causing Gene to wince when first entry was made. They both seemed
determined to finish what they had started.

"You're going to get what you're after in a second," Gene said, after being
violated by any number of Harlin's fumbling fingers. Gene was still
watching him closely and seemed pleased by the admirable effort being made
by the novice cocksucker.

I too had to give him credit for going after what he knew he wanted, even
though he wasn't certain why. I wanted to dislike him for liking Gene but
he wasn't the one behind the maneuvers and I knew that. I still felt
twinges of envy and lust as I watched them together.

Harlin's eyes opened wide as he continued looking helpless to stop what the
two of them had put into motion, even with a discharge imminent and with
Gene moaning softly, raising his hips, and now holding onto the back of
Harlin's head.

"Suck it," came Gene's husky order. "Suck my big cock. Eat my cum."

He sounded mean and in charge and he was giving this navy boy his orders
and there was no mutiny in our motel room. I saw the alarm on Harlin's face
when Gene started cuming. Gene did everything in a big way, so I knew
Harlin was getting a mouthful. Then his eyes pinched shut as he was trying
to swallow and then they opened every bit as wide again as Gene pulled him
firmly down on the erupting member as his body was jolted with spasms of
joy.

He slowly moved his hand from the back of Harlin's head down to the front
of his T-shirt, feeling his firm chest as his dick started to shrink a
little so that Harlin's jaws were no longer straining to contain him. Once
Gene was relaxing, Harlin started to come off of him. When he retrieved his
fingers and finally spit out the dick, Gene was already holding Harlin's
erection in his fist while Harlin leaned back on his heels, watching the
strange hand on him.

"I'm almost raw," he said softly to Gene, making no attempt to get his
erection back into his pants.

"Get undressed. I want you to fuck me," Gene ordered.

"Gene!"

"Undress," Gene said softly to the helpless lad. "I'll fuck you then."

"No fucking way, dude. I might have once thought of it but no way you're
putting that thing up my ass."

"The way I see it you only got two options. You choose."

"I'll fuck you then," Harlin reasoned.

"What's the problem then. It's what I asked you to do in the first place."

I could see the confusion on Harlin's face. I even understood it as Gene
went about helping him undress, while keeping a hold of his erection so it
couldn't get lost.

They crawled up on the bed both naked now, except for Harlin's socks. What
was it about socks. I'd seen several guys wearing their socks while being
buck naked otherwise while in a search for love. In no time Gene was
facilitating Harlin's entry and the navy boy's butt was quickly humping
away on Gene's talented bottom.

I could see the sweat running down Harlin's smooth back as the huffing and
puffing grew even louder.

"Fuck him," Billie Joe. "That's why I brung him over here for you."

"Yeah, right, Gene. You're all heart," I said sarcastically.

"No, I'm all dick and asshole, but you never complained before," Gene
retorted.

"There was never anyone between us before."

"Just fuck him and quit complaining."

I noticed that Harlin's enthusiasm for Gene's hole had lessened. His butt
was hard and tight with tiny blond hairs in the crack. I first rubbed my
dick in it, which made him wince and stop completely his screwing of
Gene. I used one hand to get a clear shot at his light tan tail
hole. Pushing hard to make sure he knew I was there. I broke through almost
too quickly, nearly losing my load from the pleasure of his hot silky
channel of love.

Harlin winced and moaned and was motionless during entry, but he hadn't
complained about the plan or its implementation. It was my turn to lie
still, not wanting to blow a good thing as I reveled in the tight hold his
hole had on me. It was he who broke the stalemate and started his slow
humping of my one time lover. His motions threatened to dislodge me from
his hole and I thought possibly, this was his plan.

In a sudden lunge I claimed back all the ground that had been lost, sinking
myself as deeply as I could go and getting a moan for my effort. For some
reason I enjoyed punished his hole. The harder I fucked him the better I
felt about it all. It only took me a minute to lose track of just what I
was doing but I lost none of my enthusiasm for the doing of it. Every once
in a while Harlin stopped moving, but I never did, continuing my assault on
his butt as I held onto his hard arms and strong shoulders.

I'd teach him to take my lover from me, I thought, as he stayed still while
I worked frantically on his hole.

"Gaw'd Billie Joe, you're going to make me cum again," Harlin moaned in
gasps. "I should a been born a bitch for sure. Fuck me. Fuck me hard!"

Harlin's invocation totally pissed off. It wasn't what I wanted from him
and yet it was what it was. I suppose my motives were less than honorable
and the fact he missed the point made my arousal no less intense, and so I
finished what I started, loading his hole full of all there was I had to
give.

"Oh, yeah!" he said. "Oh, yeah, Billie Joe. Harder."

When I finished fucking him I could feel him fucking Gene again, and then
his hole started to twitch on my dick. I almost got hard again but then I
thought of him fucking Gene and I just got pissed off again.

"Oh yeah!" Harlin said softly. "Oh yeah. That's so sweet. So sweet."

Harlin's twitching stopped and the bed fell silent. I woke up with my arms
around Harlin and my face on his chest. Then I woke up with Gene's arms
around me and his face on my chest, and I felt better for some reason.

Harlin treated us like royalty and we treated him like a trick. He never
complained, rising to the occasion almost every time Gene or I were in the
mood to get him going again. He called and extended his time away from the
navy by a day, saying he was too sick to get back on time. We spent the
entire day and that night in bed and we'd turned Harlin into a sexual
animal. He confessed he had more sex with the two of us than he had in his
entire life, not including jerking off.

I felt bad when Harlin left. We did get the room for one more night and
then we were back on the street. He left us with all the money he had left,
but after keeping the room and feeding us, it was a few bucks and that was
gone after one meal.

We went up near the diner once we were out of the motel. The heads bobbed
up and down as we walked among the hordes of people. I thought, it had to
be the weekend. I stopped at a news rack and saw it was Friday. No one
stopped to look at me or to talk to me any longer. My first night out
there, I turned half the heads on the block.

I looked into the window at my image. My face seemed more narrow and my
eyes stared an empty stare back as I studied my image, trying to remember
who I was before. My clothes hung on me, although they weren't mine. We had
eaten and rested for days and yet it wasn't enough for me to recover
completely from our time on the run.

I wondered if I could ever be Billie Joe again. For the first time I saw
what I had given up so that I could be free. My constant desire for
companionship had me engaged in sex much of the time and with people I
hardly knew. I relied on one and then another and no one lasted long on the
street. Was this the life I was destined to lead? Would I forever live here
and then die well before my time?

We slept around the corner in the doorway of a long ago dead apartment
building, just out of reach of the Castro and the constant search for
more. We saw no one we knew for two days and didn't eat again, although
we'd made the best of it while Harlin was feeding us. He was such an
innocent, going back to the world of uniforms and salutes, where his needs
wouldn't and couldn't be addressed.

I missed Harlin, his boyish smile, his curiosity, his clean-cut innocence
that reminded me of myself before I'd given up my life. He told us stories
about all his failed attempts at finding love before and how finding us had
renewed his confidence. When Gene told him what a stud he was, Harlin ate
it up, not to mention Gene, but it was true. Harlin was keeping up with
both of us for a time and I made sure we got him separately just so he had
to keep going, even when he said he couldn't, he always did. Once Harlin
got hard, he was putty in our hands. He'd heal up in time but he'd remember
us.

"I'm starving," Gene said, waking me from visions of burgers and Harlin's
sweet smile.

He leaned on one arm and half looked at me and the world just beyond our
reach.

"What do we do?" I asked.

"Hope I get work today," he said.

"Work?"

"Picked up. Hustle someone. Steal something. Hell, go to jail. At least
they got food. Tomorrow I'll smell too bad to attract anyone nice. It's
three days between me and my last shower."

"Nah, I'm dead meat if the cops get me. Even as bad as I look, they'll know
me from those posters."

"Yeah, you can lie about your name. Those posters don't even look like you
any more, Billie. You worry too much."

There were no longer posters on every block, advertising for me, or for the
kid I once was. They were still out there and every time I saw one I
cringed. We'd been back on the street for days and no one had given me a
second look. Maybe they didn't want to find me any more, and then there was
another poster on another pole or storefront. Anyone with information
concerning the whereabouts of Billie Joe Walker Jr. will be eligible for a
reward.

Gene came and pulled me out of the window that I was staring into, while
doing my daydreaming.

"What's wrong with you? You look like you saw a ghost or something.  Smile
will you? No one will get near us if you keep that expression on your
face. Smile at the cars. Someone will pick us up. Some old guys don't mind
dirty so much. I'll give it up for a burger at this point."

The man was big. Actually he was fat. He wore a thick gold necklace and
reeked of money as his gold Lexus eased toward the curb with his head
turned, straining to get a better look. Gene saw his necklace too, and his
eyes lit up, as he bent to look into the car.

"I could pawn that sucker and it would feed us for a week," he said just to
me, all the time smiling real big as he moved to the open window of the
car.

Gene waved me over to the car after a quick negotiation.

"Both of you. Thirty."

"No. Just me. Twenty bucks. He has to go. He's my cousin from out of town
and he doesn't do that kind of stuff. I can't leave him out here."

"Your cousin ever bathe? You don't look like cousins. What's he?
Seventeen, eighteen?"

"Yeah. Don't worry about him. He's cool, just sheltered. I got more than
you can handle anyway, pop. You won't need him once you get a hold of
mine."

"More lip anyway," the man said, considering us as he sorted through Gene's
bullshit.

Gene drew his hands together down his leg so that his pants molded to his
dick. The guys mouth was watering as he couldn't take his eyes off of
Gene's extra leg. You could see the hunger suddenly come to his face.

"Get in."

The door opened without further discussion needed. Gene scooted into the
middle as I sat near the window. The man's hand immediately went for Gene's
dick just after he looked around to see if we were being watched.

We drove up a block and turned toward Golden Gate Park. The man's hand
stayed in Gene's lap while Gene was leaning back against the seat to give
the fat hand easy access. His breathing change somewhat and Gene's hand
closed on my arm. The man alternated between looking at the street and
looking at Gene's now swollen crotch. Gene worked hard to make sure the man
stayed hooked.

"Damn, you weren't lying. This will requires more time to appreciate what
you have to offer than I thought. You can come home with me so we can clean
you up. I'll give you forty and a warm bed for tonight. You do have a
fragrance about you," he said, squeezing Gene's dick hard as it snaked down
his leg.

"I told you I can't leave my cousin."

"He looks harmless. I don't like quickies and I don't mind paying for the
real deal. We can all get along. I'll agree to any terms you like."

"Fifty for an all nighter then," Gene bargained, thrusting his hips at the
man's hand.

"Fifty!" The man squealed. "I'm going to feed you up. Give you a place to
sleep.

Gene tenderly put his hand on top of the old man's hand, pressing it down
on his dick as he raised his hips in a most sensual grinding motion that
the fat hand was powerless to resist.

"Fifty sounds fair," the man said, swallowing hard and staring out the
windshield so he didn't run over a curb or something. "I know prime beef
when I hold it."

"We'll all fit in my bed. King size."

"No!" I said. "I don't sleep with no one but Gene."

"He's scared of that stuff. He's never done anything. I can't leave him
alone for long. We can do what you like, but I got to be with my cousin to
sleep. That's the deal. Better decide now, before we get any further from
the Castro."

"Yes, we can live within those perimeters and you can sleep in the guest
room with him. I'll still give you fifty and breakfast before I set you
out."

"We're hungry now," Gene objected.

"Don't worry, my young friend, I'll make sure you are well nourished before
we conduct our other business."

"It's the best deal we're going to get, Billie," Gene said, as the man
continued kneading the thick flesh inside the pant leg.

"Okay. Guest room. Gene sleeps with me."

"Your cousin or your agent," the man said, leaning to get a better look at
me. "He in love with you, Gene? Doesn't sound like a cousin's concerns."

"We're kissing cousins," Gene said, leaning to brush his lips on mine in a
most exciting way.

"Could be fun watching you two go to town."

"No!" I objected strenuously.

"We stick together. We watch each other's back. Of course we love each
other. We're cousins," Gene explained.

"I can understand that.  Young boys need to look out for each other.  Once
we finish up, it's okay. You can sleep together and protect him. It's only
a queen sized bed but I have a feeling you two would do fine in a single."


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