Date: Fri, 13 Feb 2009 17:58:10 +0000
From: Steve Thomas <stevethomas535@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hey-Mikey! Chapter 6

Hey-Mikey! This is a work of pure fiction, but based on the author's
feelings,beliefs, and in some cases, experience.  Come to think of it -- it
mightnot be all that pure! There may be graphic sexual encounters at
timesbetween males, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat.  If
youare too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this
kindif story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here.  If not, -
-ENJOY!

Cast of characters:

Michael Timothy Headly -- That's me!

Spike -- (Diane, my big sister)

Mary -- My mom

Tom -- My father.

Gilbert Blank -- Friend from Woodland

Joey Gray -- Gilbert's "little brother"

Roger Pender -- Friend from Arcata

Majaic -- Roger's "son".

... From Chapter 5:

"I gotta be honest with you, Bobby.  I was feeling really guilty about --
well -- loving Gilbert -- then leaving him!"

"EXACTLY!"  Said Bobby.  "I don't want to hurt Joey.  He's such a sweet
kid.  I mean, he's done so much -- with so many guys -- probably lots of
them have taken advantage of him -- I don't want to be just another fu -- I
mean -- I -- DAMMIT!  I just can't say it any other way, Mikey!  Another
fucking ass hole to use him!  Problem is -- I feel like I have been
already.  How can I let him know that?"

"Yeah -- that's it.  At least Gilbert expects me to do it to him ... and he
keeps reminding me.  But I still feel like a rat."

"I know.  Well, one way or the other, I gotta tell him before we drop them
off tomorrow."

"Yeah.  Gilbert and I have already talked, and HE understands what's going
on.  I was the one who was stressing over it.  I guess we better get back
to bed."  I started back into my room.

"Yeah."  He said not sounding convinced, then, "Mikey?"

"Huh?"  I turned.

"Um -- uh -- damn!  Well, I just wish that you were -- um -- not graduated!
I really like you -- a lot!  And I think we coulda been more -- um -- made
for each other -- or something."

"Uh-huh."  I said.  He came and kissed me and as usual ... I kissed his
back -- well, maybe more than just "back".


Chapter 6

As we were nearing Williams, Roger asked Majaic to pull off the highway --
into a Chevy dealership that he saw.  He waved off the salesman and saw a
used car and asked Gilbert if it was one he'd like.  Gilbert looked
completely befuddled.  "I can't let you buy me a car, Mr. Pender!"

"Maybe not, but ... you can let your rich friend, Roger, buy you one!  And
if you call me Mr. Pender once more, I may have to make it a new car!"

"Aw -- Mr. -- er -- Roger!  I like that car ... but -- it's too much!"

"You tell me another car you'd like!  Any car on the lot, son!"

Gilbert shook his head as if to try to make it real.  He looked around the
lot.  Every sedan there seemed to be newer and ... more expensive than the
2005 Monte Carlo LT that Roger spotted.  Gilbert was truly beside himself.

As we all followed Gilbert around the lot, Roger said, "Here's a pickup
truck that's a little less than the car, if that's important to you.  It's
a little older, but ... I mean -- if you would like it -- it has a back
seat."

The lifted Toyota extra cab was less expensive, but looked brand new!
Gilbert's eyes watered up and a big grin came onto his face and he could
only nod repeatedly at first, then, "Yes -- yes -- YES!  I LOVE this car!"
He said of the truck.

In an hour, we said good bye to Roger Pender ... probably never to see him
again, though he does live in Frisco, so maybe Gilbert will run into him
someday.

"So, I guess we're not going to get a ride in your father's Escalade!"
Said Joey.

"It's not that big a deal."  Said Bobby.  "But -- you may like Gilly to
take you for a ride in my car!"

"What is it?"  Asked Joey

I cut Bobby off.  "You'll see!"  I said raising my eye brows.

 Bobby directed Gilbert to his house.  It was dusk when we pulled into the
drive of the mansion.  Both boys gawked, of course.  "Can I drive your new
truck, Gilly?"  Asked Bobby.  (When did he tart calling him that?  I didn't
even call him Gilly -- and ... he didn't call me Mikey -- except that once
when I begged him to.)

Gilbert looked at Bobby like he was from another planet.  Bobby threw him
his keys.  "I just thought you'd like to drive Joey to Mikey's house."  He
pointed to the Corvette.

Both Gilbert and Joey started laughing.  "No way!"  Said Gilbert.

"Well, if that's the way you feel - " said Bobby as he started to withdraw
the keys.  Gilbert snapped them out of his hand in a flash.

"You lead the way!"  Said Gilbert.

By the time we got to my house it was dark.  "Did you boys have a good time
up in -- oh!  Is that another car?  I thought" --

"It's a long story Mom."

"You can tell it over dinner then.  You boys ARE coming in for dinner!"

"Me and Joey really need to get back, Ma'am."

"Thanks anyway, Mom!"  Said Joey.

"Um -- mom ... ?  We -- um -- just need a few minutes to say good bye."

"Okay.  Bobby -- you can stay for dinner -- right?"

Bobby looked at me and then at Joey -- then back to my mom.  He nodded.
"Thanks Mrs. Headly."  She went into the house.  Bobby pulled Joey aside,
leaving Gilbert and me alone.

"I don't want to say good bye!"  I said.

"Me neither."  Said Gilbert.  "But, you have to go to college, don't you?"
He said.

"I -- guess -- well -- yes!  I'll be back for holidays and stuff!"  I said.

"Yeah, but by then you'll have a boyfriend -- a for reals boyfriend."

I thought about this -- but couldn't wrap my brain around it.  The only
love I'd ever had was standing in front of me -- telling me good bye
forever.  This was like a bad movie!  Tears were flowing down my face.

Gilbert brushed away my tears.  "I'd like to kiss you, but that would just
make it harder and -- you may have to do some explaining to your parents!
You know my number ... and I know yours!  Maybe we can stay friends at
least.

"I -- yeah -- but -- SHIT!  This is hard.  I didn't want it to be just
friends!"  I cried.

"You know as well as I do that in the long run, it wouldn't work.  We come
from different worlds ... too different, Mikey!  I'll always remember you,
though and the fun I had and ... maybe the love I felt."

The love he "FELT" reverberated in my head.  Then it was like a thick fog
gathered around me.  I threw myself at him and pulled him into a close,
full body hug, and released him quickly.

We looked at Joey and Bobby.  They were both crying too, and -- I pretty
much knew it was for the same reasons we were.  They DID kiss good bye and
Joey came back and hugged me and then Gilbert.  Then they climbed up into
their new truck and pulled slowly away.

Bobby and I walked toward the front door.  He pulled me aside where no one
could see us.

"Damn that was hard!"  He said, tears still making his eyes shine.

"Yeah.  For us too.  Did Joey understand?"

"He knew it already.  I guess he and Gilly had a good talk driving my car.
But it was still hard."

"I know."  I said.  "He was your first!  Gilbert was MY first!"  I said and
teared up all over again.

He pulled me to him and we stood there in each other's arms for a long
moment.  He kissed me and I got into it -- as usual.  Then he said, "It's
gonna be even harder for us!"

"Omigod!"  I whispered.  We went into the house.

"So -- what was all the mystery about your weekend?"  Said my mom.

We explained what happened with the car.  She was nearly white when we got
to the part of Joey trying to save the car.  "I'm glad I wasn't there!  I
would have had a stroke!"

"I know!"  my dad, Spike and I all said in unison.  Mom pouted a little.
Spike gave me that "You vill tell me zah rest of zah story later!" look.

"It was surely nice of that man to buy Gilly that nice truck!"  Said my
mom.

"Yeah, especially when it was me that didn't park it right!"  said Bobby.

"It sounded like you set the parking brake."  Dad said.

"Yeah, but - "

"If the parking brake didn't work, that's not your fault.  Like Gilly told
you, it was mostly his fault!"

Am I the only one who didn't call him Gilly?!!

"Well anyway it all turned out okay."  Dad added.  "And from your
description, the truck didn't really set the man back much."

And so went the dinner conversation.  When it was over, Spike gave me the
"Get rid of him ... I'm dying to hear the rest" look!

"D'you hafta work tomorrow, Mikey?"  Asked Bobby.

"Yeah."

"Too bad.  I was hoping to go the dollar theater and see the Spiderman I
there.  I think he's so - " he looked around the table and then continued,
"um -- cool!"

"I can go.  I've only got a couple yards to trim up and Andy wants me to go
by and dig some trenches somewhere.  I don't need to get up until I feel
like it!"

"Enjoy that!"  My dad said.  "It' will come to an abrupt end in two weeks!"

"Twelve days!"  I said eagerly.  Then I looked at Bobby and his face was
not so happy.

"Mom said, "You two don't have to be so damned happy about it!  You're my
only boy, Michael Timothy Headly!  I hope you will spare your family some
time!"

I smiled at Mom.  "I will -- I promise.  We can go do some disc golf on
Friday night, okay?"

She liked that, because it was good exercise as we walked from basket to
basket.  And time to talk!

I was looking forward to seeing Spiderman.  I always felt guilty and
suppressed my urge to lust after him before.  I told this to Bobby on the
way, and he laughed.  "Me too!  And when he pauses to look at his new and
improved crotch muscle ... it's makes ME hard!"

"Omigosh!  I thought that was my imagination!"  I answered."

We sat in the back of the theater.  It was nearly empty anyway, except for
a family sitting closer to the front.  We made out like a couple of guilty
preteens, and fondled parts others could not see!  After the movie, he
wished we could go somewhere and park.  But ... for the first time he
regretted his car.  (Ever try to make out in a Corvette?)

It was a warm night (it's always a warm night, in summer in Williams!) so I
suggested we go to the first place we kissed -- under the bleachers at the
high school.

We were lying on the grass, looking up at those same stars that we peered
at two nights earlier -- only with two other guys.  "What do you think
about your dating at the university, Mike?"

"I dunno.  It doesn't even seem real."

"Will it be girls or -- boys?"

"I'm pretty sure it won't be girls.  I'm hoping it's MEN!"  I said.

"I wish you weren't going."

"I know."

"What?  You know I wish that?"

"Bob-bob, I don't want to leave you any more than" --

" -- than I want you to leave me!"  He said.  Then he rolled over on top of
me and humped me, kissing me deeply.  "God, I wish you were staying!"

"Are you asking me to stay?"  I said.

"No -- well -- I just wish -- is all!  You couldn't stay of you wanted to
... could you?  He said with a hopeful lilt.

"<SIGH!> I guess not!  My classes are all set.  I can't screw up my first
semester."

"<SIGH!> I know. But -- I -- just - "

I pulled him closer and kissed him again.  Our woodies both pulsed
together.  He giggled and he put his hand on mine -- outside my shorts.  He
squeezed it.  I moaned.  He reached up inside the leg and rubbed my
underwear pouch.  I rolled him off me so that we were both on our sides.  I
did the same to him.  We were laying there kissing and fondling each other,
breathing pretty hard and we each came pretty close to ...

"Ahem!  Nice!"  Said a voice behind us.

"FUCK!"  whispered Bobby.

We looked and it was Gary!  "You scared the shit outa me, Gare!  What're
you doing here?"

"I saw your car and wondered what was going on. Changed your mind, huh,
Bob-bob?"  Said Gary.

"Huh?"

"About being gay."

"Maybe."  Said Bobby.  "You're not gonna say anything -- are you?"

"I'm not if you're gonna suck my dick once in awhile!"  He said with a
slight smile.

"I can't tell."  Said Bobby.

"Can't tell what?"

"If that was a threat ... or a promise?"  Asked Bobby.  They both laughed.
"Now -- will you please get the fuck outa here so we can finish what we
started?"

"Can't I watch?"

"Whatever turns you on!"  Said Bobby.

"Ew!  On second thought, I'll pass!  See you later, Bob-bob!  See yah,
Headly!"

Gary left and I turned back to Bobby.  "Damn he's a big guy when he's
standing up and we're down here!  Um -- what exactly was it that you wanted
to finish?"

"He lookes that big when you are naked in bed with him, too1 Hee hee!
Maybe we should let nature take its course and find out."  Said Bobby and
he climbed back on top of me and started to kiss me with renewed fervor.

"C'mere!"  Said Bobby.  I followed his under the bleachers, so that we
could see anyone coming from either end -- but they couldn't see us.  He
kissed me again, standing up and then started again to fondle my junk.  I
reciprocated and we did that until I was ready to blow.

Then Bobby said, "Shh!"  He undid my shorts and pushed my underwear down.
"Ew!"  He said when he saw my dirty and stained boxers.  "Those are
Gilberts, huh?"

"Sorry."

He started to kiss me and jack me off, then stopped.  "Um -- do I really
have to tell you what to do?"

I got it and copied what he was doing.  We kissed, both keeping an eye over
the other's back -- in case someone came -- and we kept jacking off until
we both knew we were ready to blow.  "I wanna taste it!"  He said.  He
dropped to his knees and took up his own jacking and sucked me at the same
time.  I had nowhere for my hands. So I played with his ears and hair.

When I started a high pitched moan, he sucked harder and jacked himself
faster, until we were both grunting and moaning softly.  He swallowed
everything I gave him -- well most of it.  Anyway -- he didn't lose any!

When we were both finished, he came back up and kissed me deeply, my strong
flavor in his mouth.  That made me feel like I wanted to do it over again,
it was so hot!

"We gotta find somewhere else to meet, Bobby!"

"No shit!"  he said laughing.

He drove me home not to make a spectacle for the neighbors -- or my parents
-- I only squeezed his hand as I got out.  "See you later, Bob-bob!"  I
said, grinning.

"This is the best summer I ever had!"  He said.

"I know -- bye!"  I said and ran to the front door.

I let myself in and heard the TV around the corner in the living room.
When I looked in, Mom and Dad and Spike were all watching whatever was on.
I went and lay next to Spike.

"Hi baby."  She whispered.  Mom and dad -- on second look -- were both
asleep.

"Hi sissy."  (I sometimes called her than when I was feeling in a loving
mood ... and this night I was definitely feeling in a loving mood!)

"So what's up with Bobby Pepper?  He's so obviously gay!"

"You only say that because you know that I am now."

"And it was so obvious to me -- that he is hot for you!"

"Spike!  He was with Joey all weekend!"

"Uh-huh -- and you were with Gilbert.  But they're gone now and I can smell
sex on your breath!"

"SPIKE!"  I said -- loud enough that Mom woke up.

"Oh -- hi Michael.  When did you get home -- oh!  It's only 10:15.  Did you
and the Pepper boy have fun?"

Fun?  What we had was a lot more than fun!  "I guess.  We just cruised
around a little."  I said.  "Are you going to bed?"

"Tom -- TOM!  Wake up!  Our children want some privacy!"

"Huh -- what?  Oh!  What -- privacy?  Oh Mary, you make them sound like a
couple perverts."

"EW!_ Both Spike and I said.

"Come to bed Tom!  They have things to talk about!"

"Yeah -- I suppose."  Said my dad, and they left the room.

"So are you gonna tell me what happened, Mikey, or do I have to drag it
outa you?"

I made as if I was holding an air-dick.  "Why don't you just suck it outa
me?"

"You're getting' pretty big for those britches, Mikey boy, but not too big
for me to still wup you!" and she got me in a head lock.

I smiled up at her.  "I love you Sissy!"

"Ew!  That smell is strong."

"Maybe that's cuz it's my own!"  I bragged.

She leaned in closer to me and sniffed my breath.  "What'd you do -- suck
your own dick?"

"Use your imagination, Spike!  He just kissed me and gave it back to me.

"Oh that's rich!  Bobby Pepper is sucking dick -- not just ANY dick, but my
little brother's dick.  And I can't tell anyone, for crap sakes!"

"and you better keep it that way.  He's not even sure he's gay!{"

"Oh -- gimme a break!  He is soooo gay!"

"Well, maybe -- but he doesn't know it yet."

"Wait a minute -- isn't he kinda jail bate for you?"

"You're not gonna turn me in, are you?"

"I may give you a break -- if you tell me everything!"

"Starting when?"  I asked.

"From when you left here Friday night!"

"Can I come to your bedroom tonight?"

"I think you'd better!"

I thought that she'd stop me like when I started to tell her before, but
this time she said she wanted it all. So I told her everything.  When I
finished, she said, "Omigod, Mikey!  You really ARE gay, aren't you?"

Like so many times in the past, I fell asleep in her embrace.




"Haven't seen this for a few years!"  said my mom.  I opened my eyes and
she was standing at Spike's bedroom door and looking at the two of us.

Spike said, "He'll be gone in less than two weeks.  I wanna get all the
good off him I can!"

That was what our grandpa used to say when he would suck on our necks as
babies ... and toddlers.

We were of course both fully clothed.  I still had some teen paranoia.  I
was sure she were gonna ask what we were talking about, late into the
night.

"Call Bobby Pepper back." Said my mom.

"When did he call?"  I asked

"About 7:30.  By the tone in his voice, I don't think he just wanted to
talk."

I got up and forced myself not to run to my bedroom. I turned on my phone
and punched in his number.

"Hi." He said.  I was disappointed.  I was hoping he'd be more excited.  I
know he could see my number pop up.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothin."

Yeah, like I believed that!

"You don't want to talk about it?"  I said, letting him know I knew he was
lying.

"Oh, it's just - my parents are going away for a week and I hate being
alone.  Gary can't come because he has soccer camp.  I don't know what to
do."

"You're not ... afraid of being alone ... ?"

He burst out laughing.  "Fuck no, you idiot!  Haha!  I'm hoping that you
will offer to come keep me company!  I lied about Gary ... I never asked
him.  He doesn't even play soccer!  You know he's a footballer!"

"OOOO!  Um -- well -- I -- I mean -- it's my last week with my family, dude
and omigosh!  I just feel so ... Wait a minute!"

I hyperventilated for a moment; I was so excited and yet so torn!  "Dude!
Are you okay?"  He asked.

"I -- guess.  Let me -- um -- get back to you -- okay?"

"Yeah -- well -- okay -- I guess I understand what you're feeling.  Don't
wait too long.  I really don't want to be alone ... and I don't want to
call Gary at the very last minute ... you know?"

"Oh, Bobby!  I feel like shit asking you to wait!"

"It's okay dude!"

"Hey -- how about asking Gary to stay there the last three days?  Then
maybe we both could have it all ... as Mr. Hannah used to tell us in psyche
class."

"Yeah, he was a trip, wasn't he?"  Maybe that's -- um -- yeah.  Well, let
me know what you can do ... or ... maybe you want to spend more time with
your family ... ?  Okay -- I can see that I'm being an ass hole!  I
sometimes only think of myself!  Mr. Hannah showed me that too.  What do
you want to do ... you see there I go again, making you be the bad guy.
Okay ... I'll ask Gary to come the end of the week, so you can spend the
last few days with the folks."

"Just give me a few minutes.  I'll call you back before lunch."

"Okay.  Bye!"

I went out to the kitchen and the rest of my family was waiting for me to
start the eggs.

"Um -- you were kind of talking loudly, Mike."

"I -- er -- was?"

"If Bobby wants a place to stay, he can come here, Sweetheart."  My mom
said.

"Mary, the boys want the chance to be alone ... to do guy stuff!  And where
would he sleep -- in Mike's room?"

"Hey," added Spike, "Mikey could sleep with me -- like last night.
KIDDING!  No really, Dad's right!  I know what guys do when they are alone!
They like to tell dirty jokes and fart!"

"Er -- something like that!"  Said Dad, smiling.

"He'd only need me Saturday through Tuesday.  Gary would come Wednesday."

"That'd be fine."  Said my mom.

"You better call him back right away.  He needs to call Gary ... is that
right?" Asked Spike.

"Geez!  Was there anything you didn't hear?"  I said, thinking wildly,
trying to remember everything we said.

"Don't worry, Mikey!"  Said Spike.  "You didn't say anything revealing!"  I
could see by their faces, Mom and Dad had no idea what she was talking
about.  "Call him already!"

I ran back to my room this time and slammed the door.  I heard the family
laughing as I punched in Bobby's number.

"What?!"  He said anxiously.

"I'll stay there until Tuesday!"

"Great!"  He said.  What we didn't plan on was ... I meant Tuesday night
would be my last night, and he thought I meant I'd be going home that
night.  Oh well.

"Mike, your mother wants to take you shopping -- for stuff you might need
at the university."  Said my dad, later.  I told her you could do that once
you get there, but she feels like -- well -- anyway -- this will be her
last chance to do the school shopping thing with her kids.  Just go along
with it, huh?"

Oh goody!  I get to go shopping with Mommy!



"I'm happy that Diane is staying and going to Sac State, but even then, she
will be gone long hours -- you know we will miss you, right?"  Said my mom
on our shopping-time together.

"Yeah, I'm gonna miss you all too."

"You're probably going to miss Bobby Pepper too, aren't you?"

My shirt suddenly started to feel too tight.  "Um -- well -- I hardly knew
him before this summer."

"But you seem to be very close with him now.  Where is he going to
college?"

"He's starts his senior year at Williams next week."

"Oh!  Michael -- I want to ask you something, but -- I'm not quite sure how
you'll take it."

Oh God!  Here it comes!  "Um -- okay -- what is it, Mom?"  I said, sweating
bullets.

"You and Bobby -- um -- would you want to watch pornography if he has some?
I mean -- you ARE 18 and all now -- but -- boys like that stuff don't
they?"

"I -- don't -- I mean -- I wouldn't know.  I guess some do.  I've never
seen any myself."  I said, wondering if she could hear the trembling I FELT
in my voice, and the loud thumping my heart was doing.

"Okay -- but -- if he has some -- will you watch it?"

"I -- don't -- Mom!  Why are you asking these questions?"  I said
defensively.

"Oh -- I'm just a meddling old mother, I guess.  Forget I said anything."
She said.  "But ... I mean ... if he has some -- do you think it will be
with girls?"

"MOM!"

"Well ... ?  I did see him get pretty -- um -- he kissed Joey before he
left.  Were they more than just friends?"

"They will probably never see each other again, Mom.  They had a good time
on our trip -- I guess -- and -- I don't know -- I mean - "

"Michael, would you kiss that Bobby if he tried to kiss you?  I mean a lot
of boys try that -- I guess.  But aren't they usually younger than Bobby
is?  Did you do that when you were younger?"

"<SIGH!!> No, Mom.  I never did that when I was younger.  I wanted to, but
-- I was never brave enough to -- to -- try it."

There was a long pause then I asked, "What if I had, Mom?  Would you and
Dad have freaked out?"

"Freaked out -- you mean if you just tried it?"

"Mom -- all I am asking is -- um -- what if -- I mean -- kids don't get so
freaked out by gay stuff as when you were in school -- I think.  If there
is someone who is gay, it's not such ... um ... a big deal.  I don't know
why no one ever tried to try anything with me, or -- maybe they did and I
didn't know it -- but - but I was way to shy to try anything on my own.
But, Mom -- what if I was?  What if I had tried it and -- um -- found out I
liked it -- found out I was gay?  I'd like to think that if I was gay,
you'd still love me."

"Of COURSE we would!  Your father and I have noticed that you -- um -- were
always a shy boy.  And -- that you never dated a girl for any length of
time.  We were hoping that maybe in Chicago -- you'd find out -- what girls
were like."

"Mom -- do you think my birth mother is still there?"

"Huh?"

"My birth mother -- I wonder if she would be in Chicago still."

"We had to go to Peoria to get you, Michael.  So -- I doubt it."

"So -- she may be in Peoria?"

"Michael, I don't even know her name!  They wouldn't tell me.  Only that
she was drug free, and that she had made a mistake.  They assured me she
was a sweet girl who had made a mistake."

"Okay.  Well, if I WAS gay, it couldn't be your's or Dad's fault -- could
it?"

"Michael -- are you trying to tell me something?"

"Please don't tell Dad!"

"That's not fair -- to me -- to keep that a secret -- oh!  MY poor boy!"

"You kept my adoption a secret from me for 18 years!"  I said, maybe a
little too bitterly.  "Maybe you can keep this a secret until I find a way
to tell him."

"You sister knows ... doesn't she."  It was more a statement than a
question.

"Yes.  We are very close."

"May I talk about it with her?"

"Please be very careful, Mom!  And -- don't probe Spike for more info than
she wants to tell!"

"You know Diane will never tell me any more than she wants to!"

The rest of the trip we talked about 100's of other things, but I know
neither of us was concentrating on anything except our earlier
conversation.  I was glad to be going to Bobby's ... for more than one
reason!



"She just guessed."  I told Bobby on Saturday, when he stopped to see me
while I was working.

"Your mom just guessed that you are gay?"  said Bobby accusingly.

I was getting pissed that he was taking that attitude.  I just clammed up.
When he said no more, I just turned and started to clip some hedges.  He
followed me.  "Mike!  What the fu - - ?"

"Look, I'm leaving in a little more than a week.  We don't need to waste
time fighting.  Mom saw you kissing Joey!  And now you asked me to stay
with you for a week.  She just put two and three together ... and somehow
came up with four!"

Bobby put his hand on my shoulder.  I flinched.  "Bobby!"  I said.  Then I
softened.  "Dude, I'm leaving but you still have to go to school here next
week!  Aren't you worried what people might think?"

"All I did was touch your arm."

"I know, but -- was that all you were going to do?  We probably still need
to be careful, Bob-bob!"

He backed off.  "You're right.  I'm sorry."  He said.  "So you're coming
over after work tomorrow?  My parents will still be here, but that's okay.
They'll feel better meeting you."

"If it makes you feel better," I said, "I really want to kiss you right
now!"  I said, looking deeply into his eyes.  Yeah, well, um -- you're
gonna pick me up at my house -- right?  I don't have a car."

"Yeah, I can do that.  Just call me and tell me when you're ready."  He
said as he jumped back into his car.  He peeled rubber as he left.  DAMN!
He's cute!  Why didn't I ever notice that before?



"Mom -- Dad -- this is my friend, Mike -- Michael Headly.  He's going to
Northwestern University next week."

"Oh!" said his dad.  "Are you visiting to check it out for next year?"

"Hello Mr and Mrs. Pepper.  Nice to meet you.  No, I start there as a frosh
this year."

"He graduated from Williams already."

"Oh!"  Said Mrs. Pepper.  "That's nice!  Well, there are lots of things
prepared in the fridge and freezer, and Maria will be coming to clean on
Tuesday.  Don't make too much mess for her."

"Yes, we better get going or we'll miss our flight.  Good to meet you,
Michael.  I guess you'll be gone by the time we get back.  Good bye."  He
said and he shook my hand.  Neither of them hugged or touched Bobby.  That
made me a little sad.

After they closed the door, Bobby pulled me to the front window and watched
as they pulled onto the circular dive and drove to and out the gate.  He
waited until the gate closed and then jumped on me like a fly on fly paper.
No doubt if we were naked, we would have stuck ... we were probably so
sticky!  We both were laughing and tickling each other ... and kissing and
fondling too!

This was something new for both of us.  Camping at least there were two
others there ... and of course we weren't with each other there!

He pulled me into the kitchen.  "Hungry?"  He asked.

"Actually, I am!  I had to move a lot of dirt and rocks today.  I didn't
have time for a shower before you came, so I'll need to clean up."

"You can do that while I get this casserole in the oven."  He said.

"Haha!"  I laughed.  "You are so naïve!"

"Huh?"

"Don't you want to shower WITH me?"

"Oh!"  he giggled.  "Never thought about that!  I'm pretty new to this."

"Duh!  Me too.  Before last weekend you had more experience ... just with
Gary -- than I ever did.  But I don't know what you did with Joey, so ... I
can't say now who's more of a slut!"

"Haha!  You are so funny!  Well, Joey made me fuck him."

"He `made you', huh?"

"Well -- sort of.  He couldn't get hard enough to do that to me.  He is
mostly a bottom when it comes to that."

"You -- um -- said you would like to have swallowed Gary -- if he was big
enough.  Umm - "

"Yeah, well, Gary would have liked that too, probably, but (please don't
tell him I said so) he's pretty short -- I mean his dick!"

"I knew what you meant.  But remember I told you that you might like what
Joey had ... in that way?"

"Oh -- it THAT what you were talking about!  Well, yeah, I DID like that.
He can't get hard enough to get it in my bum, but I took it all down my
throat."

"Um -- did you use a condom?"

"Well -- I did -- when I fucked him.  He said he was clean and couldn't
take any chances.  But -- there's no condom long enough for Joey's snake!
I didn't hardly even get to taste it.  It all went directly into my tummy!
But it was still hot!  He's so skinny, you know and it just slipped down
... after I stopped gagging.  I thought I'd maybe throw up, but he said I'd
get used to it ... and I did."

"Did you like that?"

"Yah know ... I DID!  It was pretty hot."

"I guess I won't be doing THAT for you!"

"Aw, I don't care about that, Mikey!  Did you and Gillly fuck?"

"No -- and -- can we maybe call it something else?"]

"Huh?"

"It makes it sound dirty when you call it that."

"What else is there?"

"There's -- um -- making love."

"I feel that way when we just kiss!"  He said.

That affected me immediately.  I felt like a cold knife went into me.  I
felt stupid and insensitive.  "Yeah -- sorry -- me too. But let's think of
another way to say it."

"Um -- how about ... `I wannna love yer butt with my dick?'  would that
work for you?"  He laughed.

I laughed too.  "Um -- well -- we'll see.  When the time comes that one of
us -- um -- shtoops the other, then - "

"That's it!  I LIKE that word!  `shtoop.' Where did you pull that up from?"

"I heard Dr. Laura say it.  She made it sound dirty, bit I thought it was
funny."

"You listen to her?  I sure as fuck don't!"

"My mom and dad do -- and also Spike!  It's hard to get away from it."

"She's so anti-gay!  Doesn't that make you" --

"I thought you said you don't listen to her ... no, you didn't stop at
that.  You just said you sure as fuck don't listen to her!  How do you know
what she thinks about gays."

"I've heard -- about it -- other places."

"Like?"

"Like in a gay chat room.  They were really bashing her, saying that - "

"Maybe you SHOULD listen to her -- instead of letting others that you don't
even know tell you."

"Why?  What does she say?"

"She pretty much agrees with Michael Savage.  She says they should use the
same rules as straights do ... you know -- not shtoop every guy that you
meet on the first date, and that you should find one partner before doing
that at all.  I think I agree with that."

"So are you telling me for four nights, you don't want me to fu -- er --
shtoop -- you?"

"I'm saying - - - let's see what happens -- that's all."

"Okay, the casserole's in the oven, let's go -- shower!"

I felt like I poured cold water all over both of us.  But maybe it's good
to have some ground rules.

He led me up to his room and started to undress.  "Wait!"  I said.  "Let me
do that."

I stepped up to him and embraced, then kissed him.  As we were kissing, I
finished unbuttoning his shirt and pulled it out of his pants.  Then I
stopped kissing long enough to raise his tee shirt over his head and then I
started to kiss him again.  As I fumbled a little, getting him to step out
of his pants, what was in them, made it obvious he liked what I was doing.
There was a wet spot in the front of his briefs, and he giggled as I
touched it from outside his underwear.

I left them on, and went back to kissing him.  He kissed me back, but I had
to tell him, "Um -- you gonna undress me?"

"Oh!  Cool!"

I still had work clothes on.  He first removed my glasses.  (You didn't
even know I wore glasses!) and that made me feel like I was his -- or
something.  He gently laid them on the dresser, and then came and unbuckled
the bib form my overalls and let it fall, then unfastened the waist
buttons, then the short zipper and as he did, my already throbbing meat
forced my underwear out as he unzipped.  He grabbed it, causing me to gasp
a little.  "OOO!"  he almost sang, "this feels GOOO-ood!"  As he squeezed
and stroked it from outside my boxers.  He slipped the top of them down and
let the tip peek out at us.  About that same time, a big dollop of precum
surged out the top.  He spread it around the top and them smelled it --
then put it on his tongue -- which brought forth another spurt, and a
gasping giggle from me.

"You're ready to go, that's for sure!"  he giggled.

"Yeah, and -- I believe it was you that wet your own pants!"

"Hey!  I didn't wet my ... oh!  That!  Yeah, I guess I did, didn't I?"

I then squatted as I slid his briefs down his legs and licked the end of
his dick, just in time to catch another spurt form him.  He fell on his bed
and I took them off his feet.  He pulled me over on top of himself, where
he removed my boxers.  He put them up to his nose.  "Oh my gosh!"  he said,
"That smells great!"

He tossed them to the side and then flipped me over and lay on top of me.
We kissed deeply, grinding our groins together, with loads of precum making
our pieces wonderfully slippery.  His hips started to thrust faster and
before either of us knew it he was blowing his load all over me and his
bedspread.

"Oh my gosh!  I don't want Maria to see that!  What can I do?"

"Do you have a washing machine?"

"Duh!"

"We'll just wash it."

"I don't know how to use it."

"We'll figure it out."

I pulled the spread off his bed and pulled him down to me again.  "What're
we doing now?"  He asked.

"Oh!"  I said mockingly serious.  "Were you finished?"

"I -- guess -- it didn't occur to me to do anything else."

"That's okay, we have plenty of time.  Let's take a shower."  I said,
heading to the shower.

I don't think he even got it until he saw me standing at attention (nope!
Not my body!) under the water.  "Oh!  You never -- I mean -- hoh!  Hee hee!
I'm sorry!  I didn't -- Lemme do this!"

He dropped to his knees and took me in.  He gagged.  "Geez!"  He said,
"You're so much thicker than -- than -- well Joey for sure ... but Gary
isn't like this either!  Let's try it again!"

He couldn't get his throat around my girth.  He gagged and spit it out
again.  "Well FUCK!"  He said, frustrated.

"Hey, don't worry about swallowing it."  I said.  "I don't care if you do."
I thought about when I went berserk on Gilbert!  "I'm sure you can do it
without swallowing it!

He started to bob on as much of it as he could.  I felt myself getting
close, but I could not let myself go completely like I had with Gilbert.  I
was afraid of losing it again, and I just couldn't do that to Bobby.
Gilbert was able to take it all.  When I went off -- in his mouth -- he did
swallow what he could, but then came back up and gave me a mouthful of my
own spunk.  I swallowed that.

We cleaned up and washed ourselves and then, wrapping our towels around us
(I don't know why we bothered!)  went back to the kitchen to eat the
casserole his mom had left us.  I grabbed the bedspread and figured out how
to make the washing machine work.

"My dad has some porn -- that he sometimes watches -- when mom isn't -- um
-- in the mood."

"He told you that?"  I asked.

"Well -- yeah.  He just wants me to be ready in case the same thing happens
to me.  He says it's better than cheating.  I know where he keeps it."

"I would rather not."  I said, remembering what my mom said to me about
porn.  "I kind of promised my mom I wouldn't watch any."

"Haha!  You can't watch it, but you can do it!"  He giggled.  "Well, let's
watch some tube."

We went to their theater and he turned on the surround-sound system, and
the 73" plasma HDTV.  The Theater had tiers with reclining love seats lined
up like loges.

He put on a baseball game.  "You like baseball?"  He asked.

"I never did before -- except once when Dad took me to an A's game -- on a
night that it cost a dollar to get in and they had dollar hot dogs!  Never
much liked watching it on TV -- but this is more like being there than any
other TV I've seen.  Geez!  Look at those butts!  They're like friggin'
quarter horses!

"Yup!  And you can see them better because of the high-def.  Haha!  When
the pitcher strokes his crotch, it seems like you can see them ... but he
wears a cup, so you can't.

"Oh my gosh, really?  So THAT'S why they have to adjust their junk so much.
They have to make sure the cup is in place.

"Yup!  And football is interesting too.  You can see detail you never saw
before!  It actually kind of pisses me off, but I have to watch!"

"Watch what?"  I asked.

"Well, you know that the footballers are always acting like all manly and
like they are the only men that are on campus?"

"Yeah -- I got that!"

""Well, you can see that a lot of times when they slap each other's butts
-- like they seem to like to do -- they are playing grab-ass.  It's more
like they're caressing each other than slapping.  But they are so fucking
manly!"  He said, more pissed by the second.  "Sometimes even Gary gets
ugly!"

"Hey - chill out.  I'm just a swimmer, dude."  I said.

"Yeah -- and about the cutest -- and sexiest -- one I know of!"  Said
Bobby, reaching under my towel and grabbing my junk.  "I was thinking about
that last night when I was -- AHEM!"  He turned red and then continued, "
-- A-N-D - "

"What?  You were WHAT -- while you were thinking of WHAT?"  I said,
laughing.

"Mike - - I have always thought you were so hot!  I mean ... that's what I
was thinking about while -- well, you know -- but I didn't think about it
that way until recently.  But I just figured out ... that I was so turned
on by you for the last 2 years!  It was just too embarrassing -- even to
myself -- to think of it in that way.  I had a flash back last night."

"A flash back ...of what?"  I was having trouble talking I was grinning so
widely.

"Of the first night I ever did that -- thinking of you!"  He said, trying
to laugh with me but nervously twitching at the same time.

"When was that?"

"I told you -- about two years ago!"

"Geez -- that was even before I knew I was gay!"

"I KNOW!  I think I blocked it out.  I was trying to think of Gloria Enders
-- you know she - "

"Oh yeah -- I bet a lot of guys whacked off to thoughts of her!"

"And I was having trouble getting off.  I was pretty tired and my mind just
flipped over to having seen you for the first time.  I remember it so
clearly.  I was walking to Mrs. Eddy's class - "

"Oh, yeah -- Eddy's feared ninth grade English!"

"Yeah -- and you were in your Speedo, ready to do a race of some kind,
bending over with your arms and hands back in the flight position.  I
almost tripped on my own feet, as I tried to walk and watch you.  I was
wishing you would stand up ... and yet I didn't really think about it that
way -- only when I remembered it last night.  I wanted to see your bulge --
but then you shifted your legs slightly and your butt flexed.  It was
sticking out so hot anyway -- and I almost creamed my jeans!

"I looked around to see if anyone was watching me.  I felt my ears burning!
When your coach gave the word, you took off and swam underwater most of the
way to the end of the pool.  I ended up running to class -- so I wouldn't
be late."

"Yeah, old Eddy wasn't happy about anyone coming in late to her class!  And
so you -- haha -- got off thinking about -- that -- last night?"

"Do you think that's too weird?"  He asked.

"Haha!  No way!  If I'd known you were watching, I probably couldn't have
swum so far under the water.  Omigosh, Bobby -- that is so cool!"  I said
grinning.  I grabbed him and kissed him deeply.

During this time, both of us had unconsciously rubbing our growing
crotches.  Finally, Bobby threw his towel aside and just started stroking
it for reals.  I followed suit.  We were both stroking pretty slowly, as we
watched one after another ball player bend over and wiggle his butt, as he
waited for the pitch.

Bobby moved even closer to me, so our bodies were touching and he grabbed
my hand and put it on his dick.  Then he grabbed my jacking had and removed
it, replacing his own hand on me.  It felt like a jolt of electricity going
through me.  We jacked slowly at first.

"I want this bone up my kazoo!"  He said.

"Bobby -- I dunno -- I've never put mine in -- anyone else!"

"Me neither!  But there has to be a first time."

"I just dunno.  The poop -- thing -- I just -- ugh!"

"I bought this the other day!"  He said, pulling a bag from the bottom of
one of his drawers.

 "What's that?"  I asked.

"It's a douche bag!  It cleans you out.  "Let's try it!"

"Um -- um -- um -- Bobby -- I'm just not ready for that!  Let's think about
some other stuff -- okay?  It's starting to gross me out.

He squeezed my -- by now -- soft squishy dick.  "Duh!"  he pouted.  "I
guess I was just hoping."

"I think maybe some stuff you just have to work up to."  I said.  "Maybe
sometime when I'm -- um -- well -- really horny and all worked up -- it
would be easier.  But -- it's just not happening now.  I think you're
supposed to use condoms for that stuff too."

He pulled a box of condoms out of the same bag.  There were 50 condoms in
that package!  "Freak!  Were you ever planning to leave the bedroom while I
was here?"

"Well ... ?!"  He said.  "You quit your job now -- right?"

"Almost.  I promised to mow Mrs. Rowler's lawn once more on Thursday."

"Good!  That's after you leave here!"

My mom invited us home for dinner every night.  She either didn't wonder
what we did the rest of the time, or she maybe didn't care -- which I can't
imagine!  Maybe she just felt Bobby was safe.

I showed Bobby all the things that Gilbert taught me -- which really wasn't
that much, but we were satisfied doing that much.  I never could quite let
myself go, like I did with Gilbert.  I didn't want to hurt Bobby.

Tuesday night, after dinner at my house -- we invited Dad over to Bobby's
to watch the A's game that night on the big screen.  Dad loved it!  "I
never wanted one of those before, but with you gone, I may be able to swing
it!"  he said. Then he laughed.  "Damn!  Look at that!  You can see sweat
in Carrillo's butt crack!"

Actually all you could see was the wet spot on his jersey.  "Damn!"  Dad
said again, "Outman just reached into his pants and fondled himself!  These
games should be rated X!"  He laughed.

"A pitcher's gotta do what a pitcher's gotta do!"  Said Bobby, laughing.

"You just can't see all this detail on our TV!  Good god!  That guy has the
ass of a horse!"

"Yeah -- a quarter horse!"  Said Bobby.  "And for the same reason.  They
all have to start and stop so quickly.  So they develop nice asses!"

Both Dad and I did a double-take when he said that.  Bobby turned red.  "Oh
-- I mean -- well ... they DO!  I wouldn't mind having an as like that!"
He laughed.

"I think you're right!"  said Dad.  "I just never thought I'd ever be
sitting in a room with my son and his friend admiring some guy's ass."  He
guffawed like a horse!  Of course we were laughing too.

After Dad left, - it was about ten -- we watched him drive out and then
Bobby closed the gate, remotely.  He then was immediately on me.

"Omigosh, that made me so damned horny!  Even your dad talking about those
guys sexy asses -- and I thought I was gonna friggin' die when he said that
about Outman when he adjusted his junk!  I'm glad he was wachin' the game,
because I was over here adjustin' my own junk!  He grabbed his junk when he
said that and it was obvious that it was at full mast.

I grabbed it then and kissed him deeply.  We both were very aware what
night this was ... our last together!  But we didn't want to say it.  We
tore each other's clothed off and this time he didn't ask.  He put a porn
movie in.  But it wasn't something his father had.  "I bought this one over
in Marysville."

It was pure gay porn.  I was mesmerized from the beginning.  It had a loose
story about a teacher and his truant student, who needed to be "taught a
lesson".  It didn't take long for the lessons to begin.  There was 80's
type disco music playing in the background, making me wonder how old it was
-- until I remembered -- that was what I heard at that bar in Frisco.

As we watched we started to touch ourselves and then each other all over.
We both came 3 times before the end of the video, twice in each other's
mouths.  We forgot about the movie the last time and sucked each other
together, to that droning disco music.  When that was finished, we started
watching again, just as the teacher was prepping to bone the younger guy.

It looked so hot and was so appealing, that I didn't even complain when
Bobby started to finger my ass.  It just seemed to fit the scene.  It felt
so good, that I did it back to him and he thrust his butt out to me.  I
watched the teacher wipe precum from himself and then rub it around the
kid's hole.  I did it exactly like I was watching it -- to Bobby.  Bobby
was moaning and he reached back and pushed my finger into his hole.  I
closed my eyes and went for it.

I took my finger out and smelled it.  It didn't exactly smell like poop.  I
saw the teacher licking the kids ass! I wasn't up for that, but I almost
licked my finger ... then didn't.  But Bobby, breathing hard, dragged it
back and stuck my finger back in his ass.  I finger jabbed him for a time,
but it was too dry.  I tried to add more precum to it, but it only lasted a
few moments.  Bobby took some lube from the drawer and handed it to me.  It
was a new box and so I tore it open and squeezed some onto my finger, then
put it back up his ass.  He again moaned his approval.

He got some of the lube and put it on my boner and started to stroke it
hard and fast and when I was breathing hard, he said, "Quick!  Put it in my
bum!  Quick!"

I glanced up at the video and by this time the teacher was pounding away
into the other guy's ass.  (The "boy" had to be in his twenties -- but he
looked young!)

I put my boner up to bobby's ass and pushed with all my might.

"Ahhh -- aaa gh-gh-gh!"  He screamed.  "Don't!  Oh -- my -- gosh -- that
hurt!"  he cried.

The head of my dick was buried in his ass and he was trying to squeeze it
off with his ass muscle! I pulled back and he screamed again.  I felt a
smashing blow to the side of my head.

"GET OFF HIM, YOU PERVERT!"  Screamed someone.  I was laying on the floor.

"Gary -- what the fuck are you doing here?  How did you get in?"

"You told me the door code last year.  Are you okay?  What were you
thinking, letting this fucking - " he pulled back his leg to kick me in the
nads.

"Don't!  STOP Gary!"  cried Bobby.

Gary's shoe stopped firmly in my groin, but it didn't hurt.  I grabbed his
leg and held it there.  "Let go, you - "

"TELL HIM, Bob!"  I yelled.

"Gary -- just fucking stop it.  I begged him to do that!"

"It didn't look like you were enjoying it all that much!"

"WHY ARE YOU HERE!?"  Asked Bobby, angrily.

"You asked me to come over tonight.  I was here earlier, but you were
gone."

"You were supposed to come tomorrow night, ass hole!"  Said Bobby.  He then
looked at my face.  "Oh shit, Gare -- look what you did to him!"  Bobby
immediately started to cry.  I ran to the bathroom.  Already, the left side
of my face was swelled way up and was black and blue and ... sickly
green-yellow."

"I'm so sorry, Dude!  But it looked to me like you were raping my best
friend!"

"Yeah -- I understand."  I said, none too civilly.

"That doesn't make his face any better!"  cried Bobby.

"You got some steak in the fridge?"

"Yeah!"

"Get some for him to hold on his face.  And also some ice."  Said Gary.
"This happens all the time at the games."  (Gary was a footballer)

Bobby came back with -- instead of a steak, some liver.  "This is all that
was thawed."

"Even better!  Come out to the kitchen!"  We went to the kitchen.  "Give me
some whole wheat flour."

"I don't know where - "

"Just fucking find it, Bobby.  Your mom HAS to have some here somewhere!

Bobby found some and Gary poured some in a bowl and lay a piece of liver in
it.  He then took the liver and put it on my face.  "Now put ice on the
back of the liver."

He held the liver there firmly, with his other hand warming the other side
of my face.  I relieved him and held it in place for a couple hours, during
which, they used more flour and replaced the ice.  "See if you can sleep on
this tonight."  Said Gary.  In the morning the swelling will be down and
you'll look fine -- except for the cut ... sorry!"

We all three slept on Bobby's bed.  I found out that Gary always sleeps
with Bobby when he stays over.

When I got comfortable on my side, facing Bobby, in the middle I thought of
somethingasked it: "Um -- can I watch Bobby suck you off, Gary?"

"Good-fucking no!"  Exclaimed Gary.

"You KNOW you'll be doing it tomorrow night!"  I persisted.

"Gare -- you owe him something!"  Said Bobby, grinning, obviously instantly
liking the idea.

"I've -- never - "

"He already knows we've done it! Sorry, Gare, Babe!  I told him."

"Still ... doing it in front of someone!"

"If you did it behind me I couldn't see it!"  I quipped.  Both of them
laughed at that.

Gary relented.  I whispered in Bobby's ear to go get the video.  He did
that and put it in his bedroom TV.

"Omigod!"  Said Gary.  "Oh my fucking gosh!"  He said, but he couldn't take
his eyes off the screen Bobby just pulled back the covers and started to
suck, gently at first, but more and more fast and hard as Gary started
breathing faster.  "Bob-Bob!  I'm gonna - " He said raggedly, in a high
pitched voice.

Bobby stopped and turned over on his back.  "Fuck me, Gare!  Stick it in
me!"

"I can't do -- I mean -- this ain't right -- this aint -- I think - "

"STOP thinking so much fuck-head!  Just stick it in me!"  He said, and
swung his legs over Gary's shoulders like the video had shown us.

Gary whined, but did as he was told.  It was as if Bobby had some power
over him.  his dick was smaller than mine and Bobby was still all lubed up
from earlier.  It went right in. "Fuck me, Gary"

Gary started to thrust gently.  "Harder, Gare!  -- faster!  Fuck the shit
outa me!"

That term seemed to go over Gary's head, but I didn't miss it!

Before long, Gary was again breathing and crying out in a little girl high
pitched whine.  "Bob-Bob!  I gotta cummmmm!"

"Go for it, Gare!"

Said Bobby and then he turned to me and said, "I love you so much, Mikey!"
He kissed me while Gary was wildly cumming inside him.

"OMIGOD, Bob-Bob!  I Love you tooooooooo."  Said Gary and he came and came
inside Bobby's anal cavity.

When he was finished, it was as if I wasn't even there.  He picked Bobby up
like a rag doll and kissed him deeply.  "I'm sorry, Bob-Bob -- I'm sorry --
all this time and I didn't know how much you loved me!  And I'll be fucked
if I don't feel the same!"

I guess he didn't hear Bobby say, "I love you, MIKEY!"

Notes: Sometimes notes just confuse the issue even further!  Comments are
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... Love, Steve