Date: Thu, 14 Jun 2007 08:44:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: OLIVER'S ENDLESS SUMMER ENDS... Part 1

I woke up to another beautiful summer day.  First
thing I thought about was the dream I'd had last
night...the one where I was in the shower with
Frankie.  In the dream we jerked each other off and
then washed each others' skinny, slippery bodies till
we were so clean we shimmered and shined.  I was
laying on my side, looking at the wall thinking about
that dream when I thought "wait a second...aren't
those Frankie's round eyeglasses on the bedside
table?' and I turned my head and there was Frankie
sleeping next to me.  Ah ha! I hadn't been dreaming
after all.  Trying not to wake Frankie I slowly turned
over so I could look at him.  The sunshine pouring in
my bedroom window high-lighted Frankie's bright red
hair against the whiteness of the pillow case.  And,
oh my, what a beautiful complexion he has....so smooth
and flawless.

I looked real close-up and noticed a little spit
bubble at the corner of his mouth.....it was expanding
and contracting as he breathed in  his deep, peaceful
sleep.  With just the very tip of my tongue I licked
the bubble off the corner of his lips as Frankie
exhaled a nice tooth-pasty breath in my face.   Like
an artist's drawing, Frankie's facial features are
perfectly proportioned and outlined nicely by his
bright red hairline that runs straight across the top
of his forehead and then, following the contour of his
face, down to his closely clipped sideburns.  I traced
along it's path with my finger tip, barely touching
him along the way.  Light blond fuzz showed itself
just below his sideburns and a little at the ends of
his upper lip.  I brushed against this fuzz with the
back of my finger and it was so soft I could hardly
feel it.  This was so much fun, scrutinizing Frankie's
face so closely... I could see subtle details that,
together,  created his very special looks.

His eyebrows are strawberry blond,  finely and thinly
formed, while his eyelashes are light brown, long and
curved.  Being objective I'd have to admit that
Frankie's nose is maybe a bit too cute for a boy and
his chin is definitely too cute, but I wouldn't change
a thing on his face even if I could.  Unable to stop
myself I leaned down to lightly lick his full, dark
pink lips.  Not a peep out of Frankie.  His ears
stuck-out away from his head, just like mine do.......
his were even more noticeable because his hair was
clipped very short around the sides near his ears.
The sun shining through the back of his ear that is
closest to me almost made the ear  translucent and I
had to fight off the urge to suck that whole ear into
my mouth.  This was one luscious looking boy.  So
clean looking, so pure.

I put my face lightly against his cheek and felt his
smooth, silky skin and with my nose against the side
of Frankie's forehead I inhaled and then shivered at
the delicious odor of him.  I rubbed my nose in his
short red hair and smelled how nice that was.  Last
night I'd shampooed Frankie's hair, seemingly
forever.....  a low moan escaped my lips just from
thinking about last night.  Pressing my nose against
his cheek smelling him some more caused my cock to
firm up as hard as the  posts at the top of our bed.
Another quiet moan of pleasure from me.

Last night I'd pulled our boxer shorts off of us so I
could suck and lick his cock and balls until he fired
off his second climax of the night.   I'd been
stroking my own boner right along with my sucking and
licking.  I also remember surprising myself by licking
his you-know-what hole.  What a rush that had been.  I
did it more than once and couldn't believe how much it
turned me on.  Frankie too.  Oh my God, it was the
best night of my life.

Last night we never got around to putting our boxers
back on so I took this opportunity to reach under the
sheet and rub Frankie's smooth, hairless belly and
then down into his closely shorn, bright red pubes.  I
cupped his large, hairless nuts in my hand and quietly
giggled to myself just thinking about giving those
nuts a tight squeeze and watching Frankie's eyes flash
open.  No, I don't want to wake him up just yet,  I'm
enjoying myself too much.  I ran my hand down the
inside of his thigh as far as I could reach and he
involuntarily moved his legs open some more which
allowing me full access to his private parts.  A quick
check of his face to be sure he was still sleeping
..... then back I went to rubbing and caressing his
body.

My breathing was in short bursts because the thrill of
exploring Frankie's body had me excited and hot.  My
hand roamed under his balls till the side of my hand
was in Frankie's crack, in between his bum cheeks.
The side of my index finger was against his hole so I
rubbed it and it closed up tight.   Thinking about
pushing my finger inside him got me excited and I had
to stroke my hard boner a few times, although I was
careful not to shoot off just yet because staying
right on the edge was a wicked, exciting sensation.  I
brought my hand back to rub all around his groin
area...his spread-out legs were as relaxed as it was
possible to be.

On the loading dock I love to look at Frankie's
fantastic legs and even though he's only 5'9" tall his
legs look long.  Nice long, thin, shapely legs with
noticeable definition in the calf muscle.  Actually,
other than the sparse hairs on his calves, his legs
looked almost pre-adolescent.  I don't know if such a
thing even makes sense,  but I think Frankie has
pretty legs and at the same time they're athletic
looking legs too.  I bent down some to lightly lay the
side of my face on Frankie's belly, near his pubes,
so I could reach to touch his feet and run my hands
over those shapely calves of his.  Once again I became
acutely aware of Frankie's body odor,  such a sexy
smell it made me shudder.

 I loved the feel of those legs so much I rubbed the
closest one, starting at the ankle..... from his ankle
to his crotch and back down to his heel.  Then I did
it slowly a number of times more.  Those sparse,
blond, almost straight hairs on his calves are the
only hairs he has on his legs and I loved the feel of
them on my fingers.  I moved my head down further and
laid the side of my face on his thigh and inhaled his
crotch area deeply.  I almost had a spontaneous climax
enjoying this stronger "Frankie smell"...... this time
I didn't dare stroke my boner.

I knew from seeing Frankie in shorts that everything
about his legs and his knees and his feet....all of it
together, are perfection.  The skin on his knees is
taut and so new looking, so fresh.  Rubbing his legs
and feeling the light, soft hairs on his calves...oh
my God, I wanted to lick all of it, not just feel all
of it.  In my quickly formed fantasy, I'd saw myself
licking the soles of his feet and then sucking on his
toes until they dripped with my spit.......and then
lick and suck up and all around his calf, licking
behind his knee and then around to the front of his
knee and up the inside of his thigh, leaving a spit
trail all the way up to his balls.  I wanted to suck
both his large nuts into my mouth filling my mouth so
full that I'd have to breath through my nose.

Taking a chance, I stroked my boner while thinking
about his balls in my mouth and precum drooled over my
fingers.  It surprised me that  my nuts,  already so
full of cum they were hard and tight up against my
belly, hadn't shot their loads up and out of my
swollen cock by now.  Oh, would that feel
fantastic...but I wanted to keep enjoying this other
sensation of 'almost cuming' a little longer.  Another
groan slipped out of me and a long, whispery breath
came hissing out between Frankie's lips.

Hearing that I looked up at his face just as Frankie's
eyes began moving quickly behind his eyelids.   Yeah,
I seem to remember reading somewhere that this was an
indication of dreaming.  Gee, I wonder if maybe he's
dreaming about me.  Wouldn't that be nice.  Lifting my
head back to lay next to Frankie's head on the pillow
I tried to calm myself down.  Breathing regularly
again I gave my boner a couple of strokes and thought
what a great way this is to start the day.  Maybe it
can be a regular thing with Frankie and me....maybe in
the not-too-distant future too.  I can dream...can't I
?

I reached back down again and felt Frankie's  cock
which had now become very hard.  Apparently, this was
a dream-induced boner.   Hey, if he actually is
dreaming about me,  from the size of his boner I'd
have to guess that he's sure enjoying the dream.  It
made me grin just looking at him.  How lucky can I be?
 Frankie Nerney in all his perfection and all his
cuteness laying next to me in my friggin bed.... and
he's probably dreaming about me.  What could be
better!  Wrapping my entire hand around it I began
stroking his big, long, uncut cock.  First pulling the
hood off the head of his cock and then  quickly
sliding it back on and then off and then back on
again... getting a nice rhythm to my stroking.
Shortly Frankie tightened his eyelids and lips a
little bit as I increased the pressure and speed of my
hand job.

When he moved his head back and forth on the pillow I
slowed up the stroking and with my left hand I began
stroking myself again.  God, this was so hot!  What a
wild, first-thing-in-the-morning, turn-on.  I love
this!  Then, from his private dream-world Frankie said
something.  He's talking in his sleep....I moved my
ear close to his lips and listened....the second word
sounded like "Pete".     Pete?   PETE?   What the
fuck...?

 I stopped stroking our boners and shook his shoulder
a little.  Frankie said, "Smuoodin kiev" and I shook
him harder and his big blue eyes opened... he said,
"Oliver, what are you doing here?"  I answered with a
question of my own, "What was your dream about?"
Frankie, looking puzzled,  lifted his head and
shoulders off the mattress by getting up on his elbows
and said, "My dream?  Jeez, I don't know.  Why?"

No sense beating around the clipped-bush so I asked
right out, "Was it about Pete?"  Frankie thought a
second and said, "You mean, Pete, the mailroom kid?
No, it was about something to do with me taking a piss
and telling somebody not to peek.  Something dumb like
that.  Why'd ya wake me up, Oliver?"  "Oh"  I said, "
I ah, I didn't know what time you wanted to get up."
He told me, no matter....  that he had to take the
world's biggest piss anyway so it's just as well I got
him up and he asked me where the bathroom was.  I
pointed at my small bedroom bath...the one with the
shower that we'd jerked each other off in less than
eight hours ago.

Frankie jumped out of bed and seemed surprised to
discover he was naked .... the fact that he was
sporting a huge boner apparently was not a surprise to
him.  He said, "I slept naked?  That's random alright.
 Oh, wait a minute.... fuck, now it's all coming back
to me.  Oh no!"  and he scurried into the bathroom
picking up a pair of boxer briefs off the floor where
I'd thrown them last night.  He picked-up the pair I'd
had on last night.  That caused my boner to twitch,
but then,  what doesn't.  I was trying to figure out
...Pete....or   peek??  Hmmmm?

 Speaking of Pete, I couldn't help wondering about his
closely cropped pubes and thinking how it wasn't long
after Frankie had told me how much he liked his own
short pubes..... the very ones I'd cut for Frankie's
when we were looking for that splinter.  Then a couple
hours later I discover Pete's cut pubes ...
coincidence?  Unlikely, but I couldn't very well bring
it up with Frankie or I'd have to say how I knew Pete
had clipped pubes in the first place.  Curious
situation there.

After a minute I started to think maybe Frankie was in
my bathroom wanking off since I'd given him such a
nice head start in that regard before I shook him
awake.  I put my ear against the door and could hear
his loud, strong piss stream hitting the water in the
toilet bowl.  Guess he did have to take a wild piss
after all, but what about that "Oh no!" comment from
Frankie when he remembered what we'd done together
last night.  That reaction can't be a good sign for my
case.  And balls, what a hangover I've got.  I hadn't
noticed it while I was enjoying myself playing with
the sleeping Frankie .......but now, ohhhh my fucking
head.

I pulled on the boxers Frankie wore to bed last night
and then put on my old bathrobe.  Frankie soon came
out of the bathroom with a concerned frown on his
face, using my toothbrush....... toothpaste drooling
out of both corners of his mouth.  He talked around
the toothbrush and it sounded like, "Don't get the
wrong idea about last night, Oliver.  OK?".  I was
beginning to get a really bad feeling about this whole
turn of events.  He handed me the toothbrush and I
absently began brushing my teeth with it,  continuing
to stare at Frankie.  He wouldn't make eye contact.
Frankie went back in the bathroom to scoop handfuls of
water into his mouth at the sink,  rinsing out the
toothpaste.  I still said nothing, just stared at him
and waited nervously for whatever was coming next..

Frankie wandered around adjusting his crotch and then
said it was cold in here with the air conditioning so
I gave him the bathrobe I was wearing.  He mumbled,
"Thanks"  Frankie's boner had gone down as mine had.
My boner had gone down when he'd said "Oh no!"...
remembering about last night.  I put on a T shirt and
flimsy basketball shorts.  Finally I picked-up the
clothes we'd had on at the picnic and went in the hall
to start the washing machine.  Frankie followed
saying, "Fuck, I'm starved!"

I've never seen anybody eat more than Frankie... and
he stays just as skinny as me.  Trying my best to
smile at him slightly I said, "Sure, Frankie...what do
ya want?"   First,  both of us had tall glasses of
orange juice and three Tylenol each.  We were both
suffering from hang-overs and I swore to myself I'd be
sure to drink less the next time I was drinking
beer....whenever that might be.

Pouring himself a huge bowl of Frosted Flakes and milk
Frankie said, "That kiddie sex play from last night,
Oliver.  Ah, you know...mostly booze related with all
that fucking beer we had.  I guess I wanted to prove
to you that I was cool with you telling me you're gay
and all.  It's a fucking awkward position to be put
in, Oliver.  Ya know?"   I ate some dry toast and just
nodded my head.  I didn't want to talk about
it...especially if we we're going to follow that line
of bull shit.    At least he didn't pretend he
couldn't remember any of it.  We both had tea and we
ate and drank in silence for a bit.  Believe it or
not,  Frankie crunching those fucking Frosted Flakes,
mouthful after mouthful,  started to get on my nerves
and I pretended to myself, for a minute or so,  that I
didn't even really like Frankie all that much.

He finished off his cereal by drinking the left-over
sweet milk right from the bowl and when he put the
bowl down I looked at the milk mustache on that cute
face of his and thought to myself, "I'm screwed.  Who
am I kidding.  I'm in love with this boy and, sadly,
I know I'm not going to get to have him for myself.
He's too intent on marrying that cow just so he
doesn't have to go back on his word to her.  What a
fucking shame for him.... and for me."  Frankie cocked
his head a little and asked, "You cool with what I'm
trying to say about last night.  You know, that it was
childish stuff....you know,  doing a circle jerk and
sucking on our boners.  Guys do that crap when they're
thirteen years old and it's a new adventure back then,
but now it's just plain embarrassing.  Ok, so you're
queer and of course you'd take what I was willing to
allow, but I was hammered, dude!"

In my head I said, "Fuck you, Frankie.  You're lying
to yourself and you're going to ruin all three of our
lives because of it.  Yours, mine and the hippo's.
You don't hardly like her, never mind love her.  The
two of you will make each other miserable in the first
month of your marriage."  That's what I said to
myself.  What I mumbled to Frankie was, "I'm sorry I
forced myself on you.  I hope we can still be best
buddies again."  He said, "It's OK, let's forget about
it.  Sure, we're best buds.  You got any eggs?"  I
did.  Together we made him a three-eggs & cheese
omelet, along with three pieces of toast.  I had
another cup of tea while I watched him eat his second
breakfast of the morning....I was feeling very sad and
a little sick to my stomach.

My life is a roller coaster ride.  Big highs followed
by astonishingly fast lows.  God damn, I really
thought I'd hit the jackpot with Frankie,
boyfriend-wise,  for a few hours there.  Frankie went
in the bathroom to do more bathroom business and I put
our clothes in the dryer.  I couldn't make myself
start a conversation because I didn't know what to say
and I didn't have any enthusiasm for it now anyway.
Guess I was pissed-off at Frankie if truth be known
and, generally speaking, I was as disappointed as I
could ever remember being.  Even though I'm mad at him
this second, I know I have deep feelings for him which
I have to believe is love.....if it's not, then I
can't imagine what love is.  But love or something
else,  it don't look like there is any way it's going
to turn out good for me.  Admitting this to myself,
it was no surprise that my eyes started stinging and,
yeah, they were stinging with moisture which is
sometimes referred to as crying.  I made damn sure
Frankie didn't see the water works.

When he was done in the bathroom he made a telephone
call and was very apologetic to the person on the
other end of the line.  It didn't sound like he was
talking to Darleen though.  Frankie seemed all
shook-up after the phone call, his hands were shaky.
He said he forgot he was suppose to work for Darleen's
uncle this morning and the uncle was very pissed off.
"Can we get going now, Oliver?" he asked me in a quiet
way.   I couldn't think of another time I'd seen
Frankie so jumpy.  As soon as the clothes were dry he
put his on and we headed out to his uncle's place.

It sure as hell didn't feel like we were best buds
during the ride.  We drove with the top down..... the
traffic and wind noise at 70 mph made it almost
impossible to carry on a conversation.  This was
convenient, actually,  because I had a strong feeling
that neither of us had anything worthwhile to say.
What a disastrous conclusion to the best day and night
of my life.  I had thought we were beginning something
wondrous together and then Frankie explains we weren't
'beginning' something, we were ending it.. that's a
mighty big difference alright.  So, I guess you could
say at this particular moment I'm on a roller coaster
ride flying all the way down to hell.

Frankie directed me to an off ramp and then we turned
this way and that way with me trying to memorize each
turn so I'd be able to get back to the highway after
dropping Frankie off.  Now that we were on quiet
secondary streets  we could talk and Frankie told me
he had to work off some money he owed this guy,
Fallon.  Fallon wasn't actually Darleen's uncle, but
rather a friend that her uncle had introduced Frankie
to last year.  "To make a long story short", Frankie
explained,  "this guy is a bookie and I stupidly lost
a bet on an NCAA tournament game last March and then
doubled-up on it and lost that too and so on.
Terrible bad luck, but what it means is I owe the guy
$1200.  I do not have $1200 so he's letting me work it
off."  Frankie told me all this while talking very
fast .....like he could not wait to get it over with.

I asked what kind of work, but Frankie wouldn't say
exactly.  He said, "Personal stuff and running some
errands, that sort of thing."  Frankie said Fallon had
a super, up-scale condo in town, but he preferred
conducting his business out of a ratty looking
trailer.... which is where we were headed.  The
neighborhood got nasty real quick and Frankie finally
instructed me to turn down a gravel side road which
made for a very bumpy ride in the Mini Cooper.  Around
a bend and there they were.... eight or ten run-down
looking trailers, all up on cinder blocks.  Trash
blowing around and an unpleasant cesspool smell which
was quite prevalent.  I made a face like "what
stinks?" and Frankie said, "Yeah, ain't it lovely.
Pull in at the third trailer on the left, Oliver."

I pulled up slowly and a man was walking towards us as
I did.  Frankie and I are 5' 9" and this guy was a
little taller than that, but he was at least 90 pounds
heavier than us with a commodious paunch.  I'd say he
was in his late thirties, deep tan, bald dome.  His
remaining hair, starting quite low on the sides and
back of his head,  was dark and long enough to collect
in a ponytail that drooped past his shoulder blades.
Very full sideburns traveled toward a soft looking
jawline.  He was wearing John Lennon glasses on his
beak nose and both his chins bounced as he quickly
walked toward the car.

He was wearing a cream colored, cashmere blazer and
chocolate brown slacks with mesh loafers.  I counted
six gold rings, three on each hand,  with a fat gold
chain hanging above an open necked dark-blue, collared
shirt.  The overall image was Ben Franklin in Italian
clothes. He was showing an obviously fake smile with
scorn dancing across his thin lips.  Frankie had been
nervously  fumbling with the seat belt and was just
barely able to get himself standing up when this guy,
Fallon, arrived at the car.  Fallon pulled his arm
back and Frankie covered his face with both his hands
as that meaty paw of Fallon's swung around and smacked
the back of Frankie's head so hard Frankie's glasses
flew off his face and landed on the dashboard of my
car.  Frankie goes, "I'm sorry."

I was shocked and could only mutter, "Hey, don't do
that" as Fallon swung again and got Frankie on
Frankie's right hand,  which was partially covering
his face.  Fallon grunted out, "Could you fucking take
any longer getting here, Nerney?  I had to do two
deliveries myself you dumb shit.  You are going to do
an extra favor for me as soon as we get inside.
Aren't you, cute lips?"  Frankie kept saying he was
sorry, but that his car had broken down and he had to
call me for a ride.  Fallon was breathing hard and his
face was red as he swung his hand again, this time
slapping the top of Frankie's head..SMACK! .  As far
as Fallon was concerned I didn't even exist.  He got
Frankie behind the neck with his big, meaty left hand
and started dragging him toward the trailer.  I moved
my mouth, but nothing came out.

 I couldn't have been more astonished if a space ship
landed in front of me...this behavior was so far out
of my range of experiences I was aghast.  Up the three
steps Fallon dragged Frankie and inside they went with
the trailer's over-sized aluminum door banging three
times against the side of the trailer after Fallon's
attempt to slam it shut behind him..

I sat there dazed, my heart pounding with fright.
What to do?  I heard loud shouting from inside the
trailer, but I couldn't make-out the words.  Looking
over I saw Frankie's glasses on the dash board and I
slowly picked them up and even more slowly got out of
the car.  Frankie needed these glasses...he was very
near-sighted.  My heart tried to pound itself out of
my chest as I walked, at a snail's pace,  toward that
trailer door.  Up the steps and a tentative knock on
the door.  Silence inside now.   I heard some rustling
around,  then Frankie, on the other side of the door,
peeks out and sees me.  He buttoned his shorts with
one hand and opened the door a crack with the other.
I could see a bright red hand print on the side of his
face.  He had tears in his eyes and he didn't even
bother to try to hide them.  When the door was opened
a crack he held it opened with his hip and absently
pulled what appeared to be a short, black hair off his
lip.

I couldn't speak.   Lifting the glasses in Frankie's
direction, I continued to silently stare at the red
hand print on the side of Frankie's cute face.
Everything seemed in slow-motion until he took the
eyeglasses gently from my hand....then,  in a fast,
low whisper Frankie said, "Don't worry, Oliver.
Fallon lost his temper, that's all.....but he's fine
now.  I got to get back to him..., I mean get back to
work for him or, that is ....look, I'll see you
tomorrow.  Please, please don't tell anyone about this
or you'll really get me in trouble"  and he closed the
door.

Did he say "get back to him"?  That sounded kinda
weird.  With a puzzled look on my face I backed away
and, in a trance-like state, I walked to my car.  I
got in, started the engine and slowly backed into the
driveway that was directly across from Fallon's
trailer so I could turn around and get the fuck out of
there.   I wasn't at all sure what I could do about
this situation, but I knew that getting out of there
would be step one.

I backed into Fallon's neighbor's gravel driveway and
immediately two big,  mangy, black and brown dogs with
big heads  roamed in behind me growling.   A cold
chill went up my back as they slowly walked in unison
towards my car.  I kept backing up. The biggest dog
spotted something that looked like a half a cat
sticking out of a shrub and grabbed it in his long,
yellow teeth and shook his head violently.  The other
dog started to grab for the thing and they began to
fight with each other over whatever-the-fuck that
thing was.  The scary, throaty growling and teeth
gnashing at each other had me almost wetting my pants.
 I fumbled around trying to hit the button that puts
the convertible top up as that dogfight accelerated.
The big problem I had now was..... they were blocking
my way out of the driveway.

I blew the Mini's horn repeatedly at the dogs and
shortly an old, gnarled woman with scraggly white hair
and a white mustache came storming out of the trailer.
 She was wearing an old house dress that I could
almost see through, waving a big, old rusty rake and
as she leaned over the railing of her trailer's front
step she yelled, "Get that piece of shit car out of my
fucking driveway or I'll come over there with this
rake..."  I immediately drove off the gravel driveway,
over a weedy-looking vegetable garden and, with that
old bitch screeching in the background and with lots
of gravel flying back towards her from my rear tires,
I roared out of that shit hole with the back of the
Mini swerving from side to side as I bumped up onto
the trailer park's main gravel road.

When I reached the blacktop road I realized I'd been
shouting "Fuck you" over and over as loud as I could
yell.  I stopped doing that and made the correct left
turn,  burning rubber getting the Mini Cooper S up to
speed .  Sweat pouring off my face with my heart
beating faster than a hummingbirds'.  What a cluster
fuck that entire experience had been.  Holy shit, what
had Frankie gotten himself involved with?

Driving home I couldn't think of anything better to do
about this scary situation then what Frankie had
begged me to do.....which is basically, do nothing.
At home later on I was still shaky and told my folks I
thought I was coming down with a summer cold or
something.  After a bowl of tomato soup and a 16 ounce
coke I went to bed early.  I had a good nights sleep
thankfully and was at work Monday morning hoping to
talk with Frankie, but he wasn't in yet.  It really
worried me when he didn't show.  Thank God he called
me on the cafe telephone line shortly before our 8:15
starting time.  He was on his way now and he asked me
to punch-in his time card for him.   I punched him in
as if he were on time and when Rocky came around a
little later I told him Frankie was in the shitter.
We talked about how much fun the picnic had been and
then off Rocky goes to BS his way through another work
day.

Frankie made it in around 9:00am and he looked fine.
I was relieved and hugged him.  I'd temporarily
forgotten about our conversation Sunday morning.  It
seems hugging was still Ok anyway, because Frankie
held on to me for an extra beat or two.  I glanced at
his face with a questioning look on my face and
Frankie, in a gentle way said, "Let's not talk about
anything right now.  OK?"  I nodded my head and
squeezed his shoulder.  When Frankie wasn't paying
attention I tried to see if he had any bruises on his
neck or if he was hurt in some other way.    He looked
pretty much like he always looked except he had a
bruise on either side of his neck where Fallon had
hold of him when he was dragging Frankie to the
trailer.  My next concern was to wonder if Frankie
might still be willing to do our spit swapping this
afternoon ...ya can't say I don't have an optimist's
outlook.

After all our fellow blue collar workers had finished
their morning break with the cafe truck on the loading
dock, Frankie and me had our break.  We liked to do
our breaks alone.  We were each making ourselves a cup
of coffee in the cafe when I asked, "When do ya think
we can talk about everything that happened yesterday,
Frankie?"  He put his coffee down and said, "Give it a
fucking rest!  Can you ever stop butting into my life,
Oliver?"  He had that crying-sounding voice and he
stormed outside to sit on the loading dock with his
back against the building.  I stood there in the cafe
holding my coffee and watched him go.

Sadly I shook my head back and forth once then sat
down and thought about crying myself.  I decided not
to although it was a close call.  As hard as I tried I
couldn't think of a clever way to approach Frankie so
fuck it...I took my coffee and picked-up Frankie's
coffee and went out on the dock.  "You want this,
Frankie?" I asked him as I held out his coffee cup.
He didn't look at me but he said, "Yeah, sorry."  He
took the cup and then fired up a cigarette.  I got my
pack of Marlboro Lights out and lit one too...... we
smoked and drank our coffee sitting side by side with
our backs leaning up against that big building...in
silence.  The sun just reached over the top of the
truck we were unloading and hit our faces feeling warm
and somehow comforting.

We both finished with the last drag on our cigarettes
and, almost simultaneously, we flicked our smoking
butts toward a large metal trash drum ten feet away
and both butts went right in the open top.  Frankie
and I looked at each other with a look on our faces
that said, "That's cool", we bumped our fist together
lightly and grinned at each other some more.  Frankie
took our empty coffee cups inside and we went back to
our unloading and storage responsibilities..... with
very little conversation.  It was an odd feeling
because every other day we're talking and joking and
laughing the day away.  Now I was just happy for that
little grin I got from Frankie at the end of break.

As the morning turned into early afternoon Frankie
became more relaxed and would give a quick squeeze to
the back of my neck or pat my butt or give me a nice
little smile as we worked together in the hot summer
weather.  Just before lunch we were inside the truck
bed taking an item out of it's cardboard box when I
stopped working and said, "Frankie, this is a fucking
emergency and I'm not kidding."  He looked up at me
with a concerned look on his face and I continued
with,   "I need a fucking hug, Frankie.  Right now or
I might get sick to my stomach right here all over
these boxes."  He gave a little grin and opened his
arms and inside of them I went.  I don't know who was
hugging who the hardest,  but it sure felt as good as
anything I could think of.

The hug was working out pretty good, with the sides of
our faces together, so I rubbed my lips across his
cheek which caused Frankie to pull his head away from
mine just a little.  He said, "Give me some time to
sort things out in my head.  OK, Oliver."  I said,
"OK", but I kissed him anyway.  He didn't kiss back,
but he didn't pull away either and I think I felt the
beginning of a boner in Frankie's jeans so I hoped I'd
made a start for us on our road back together.  Maybe
Frankie saw it that way too.

We worked another half hour, mostly in silence, and
then Frankie said we should probably eat our lunch
now.  Long ago we'd given up on the main cafeteria
because it was too far from the loading dock and we
felt it was a little too pricey for us.  Plus, just
like for our breaks, we preferred  to eat lunch just
the two of us....  whenever possible.  Our mothers
made our lunches each morning....... like we were
school kids again.  In the cafe we took our brown bags
out of the mini refrigerator and sat down together at
the small round table.  I flipped a coin to see who
bought the drinks and I lost.  Doing those kinds of
things, ones that had become routine for us over the
last six weeks was a nice feeling.  I bought us
bottles of Snapple from the vending machine and we
looked into our lunch bags.

"What ya got Oliver?" Frankie asked and I said, "Egg
salad on bulky roll.  How bout you?"  He said, "Tuna
and tomato on toast."  We exchanged sandwiches without
another word. It was so odd for the two of us to have
this quiet time together.  Usually we were both
talking at each other at the same time... or making
each other spit his sandwich out by saying something
outlandish... or making a face or pretending to pick
our nose while eating our sandwich or any crazy thing
you can think of.  Now we ate in silence.

In the silence I was looking down reading the label on
my Snapple bottle and when I looked up Frankie was
staring at me.  I said, "What?" and with his mouth
full of egg salad sandwich Frankie said, "Don't get
the wrong idea,  but I believe you are the cutest
looking guy I've ever seen."  I squinted my eyes and
half made a face expecting some smart-ass remark to
follow, but instead Frankie added, "Actually I'm just
stating the obvious.  I mean, fuck...you look in
mirrors don't ya."  I just shook my head with my mouth
working, but with no words coming out.....a condition
I find myself in regularly when I'm with Frankie.

After what we'd just been through Sunday morning and
today, this has to be one of the last things in the
world I would have expected Frankie to say.  I'd have
to go way back to my days with Tyler to come up with
anyone as unpredictable as Frankie.  There are any
number of things about my deceased childhood friend,
Tyler,  that Frankie reminds me of every day.  It's a
little scary sometimes, but also wonderful and
emotional for me too.  I could feel my eyes stinging
and my lip trying to tremble ....not just because
Frankie said something sweet to me,  but also because
it had reminded me so forcefully of Tyler.  Frankie
had made his statement and he went back to eating his
lunch..... which was actually my lunch.

I bit my lip and waited for that stinging feeling to
leave my eyes and then I said, "Not to put too fine a
point on this, but I've always felt you were the
cutest boy I've ever seen and as you've said, I have
looked in a mirror so that includes me too.  But,
don't take that the wrong way."
Frankie shook his head with a wry grin on his face and
mumbled, "I don't have any fucking idea why I just
said that dumb-ass gay thing to you about being cute,
but,  ..I guess I mean it.  You got me crazy Oliver,
you really do."  He said it in a way that didn't seem
like he meant it angrily so I said, "Good" and we
finished each others lunch and went back to work.

We were back in the cafe at 3:30 for our afternoon
break drinking cokes and talking more easily with each
other.  Frankie didn't want to talk about him and me
or about Fallon and the money he owed...... we talked
about other stuff like Frankie and Darleen heading
back for their sophomore year at West Chester
University in September.  We talked about that
university being only a one hour drive from the
University Of Pennsylvania where I'll be going.  We
talked about what we'd be doing after this job was
finished.   I told Frankie my plan to visit my brother
in Seattle.  I'd already made the reservation using
the plane ticket Christian had given be at the
beginning of the Summer, but I haven't told Christian
about that.  I'm planning to just show up and surprise
him.  Frankie, in a dejected manner, told me he's be
working full time for Fallon until college started.
We talked about stuff like that.

Just before we left for the day I told Frankie how
much I missed swapping spit with him and he reminded
me that he was trying to work through things in his
head and that I should be patient, but maybe not too
optimistic about the spit swapping.  He said, by way
of explaining his comment, that way back when we'd
started the spit swapping we were intent on seeing how
bizarre we could be and see how much fun we could have
with it...all just for the laughs.....but then later,
maybe we let it get out of hand.  After this little
lecture he ruffled my hair when we said goodbye for
the day, so the hair ruffling was the high point of
that exchange.  Fuck it...I'm going to be optimistic
about future spit swapping no matter what Frankie
says.

We got more into our old joking ways Tuesday and
Wednesday with some goosing and goofing and such.
Some good old ass grabbing too and some type of bodily
contact that most people would call hugging,  but by
the end of work Thursday there was still nothing in
the way of kissing or spit swapping. We walked out of
work together Thursday heading for the parking lot
...... me trying to think of a way to mention again
about the spit swapping.  Finally, without a better
plan, I grabbed Frankie as he was getting in his car
and with my arm around his neck I said, "God damn,
Frankie,  lets do some of our famous spit swapping
before this gig ends next Friday.  What do ya say,
dude?""

Frankie's body had felt taut as a steel spring when I
first put my arm around his neck, but right after I'd
said my piece he relaxed and, probably to change the
subject he ran his fingers through the hair on the
back of my head and said, "You need a haircut,
Oliver."  I told him I was thinking about waiting
until college started so I could have Alexander give
me a haircut.  Frankie asked me in a real quiet voice
if Alexander and me were going to pick-up where we
left off in Wildwood...he finished with, "I mean about
being gay together" .  In an equally quiet voice I
replied, "Not if you don't want me to."  Frankie
thought about that for a few seconds and apparently
decided to by-pass that too and return to my original
topic.... he said, "If you promise not to let us get
too carried away, we'll do our world famous spit
swapping tomorrow ........ just like we use to do.
OK, Oliver."  I said, "OK, Frankie."  He rubbed my
head some more and said, "OK then" and I let go of
him.  We waved at each other as we drove off and
Frankie had on that beautiful smile of his.  Oh boy,
spit swapping tomorrow.  My boner ached just like in
the old days.

There was something else interesting that had been
developing this week.  It seems like my suspicion
about Frankie and the mailroom kid being an item were
unfounded because the mailroom kid apparently has a
crush on your's truly.  Monday morning while I was
waiting for Frankie to get to work Pete comes around
to have coffee with me.  That's a first.  As usual,
he's real shy and won't make eye contact when he says
good morning and asked did I mind if he had coffee
here.  I told him to grab a cup and keep me company.
We're sitting at the little cafe table with me trying
to make small talk to loosen Pete up and before I know
whats happening he picked up my hand and put my
fingers in his mouth and sucks them like he'd done
Saturday at the picnic.....right after I'd jerked him
off.

While he's licking my fingers his head is down, but I
see that he's shyly looking up at me with his eyes up
at the top of his sockets.  His face is bright red and
he's fidgeting like mad.  I smiled at him and kind of
chuckled while letting him do what he wanted with my
hand.   Frankly, it started  giving me a boner to top
all boners.  Pete's long curly hair was hanging down
and hiding a lot of his face, but his huge brown eyes
looking up at me were shining.  He sucked on my
fingers for a full minute and then gently placed my
limp hand back on the little cafe table we were
sitting at.  My hand was limp, but not my cock.  Pete
didn't say anything and neither did I.

All week after that he's been showing up around the
loading dock.   Tuesday he started  asking me to rub
his hair for good luck.  When I do it he pushes
against my hand with his head like he did at the
picnic and today, Thursday, in a voice I could hardly
hear, he asked me if I thought I could do to him what
I did to him at the picnic again sometime.  I hugged
him to me and said, "You bet, Pete.  That was fun,
wasn't it, Dude?"  He nodded his head yes and said,
"When do ya think you could do it?"  I told him we'd
work something out.  I had Frankie on my mind so much
that I didn't want to get distracted, but once Frankie
and me are tight again it might be fun to have some
play time with that shy little fellow with the big
cock.  We'll see how that goes, but right at the
moment I'm excited about the spit swapping with
Frankie that's coming up tomorrow morning.

In the morning it was raining hard when I woke up and
the forecast was for more of the same all day.  Rain
appears to cause people to forget how to drive.  They
do stupid things and big traffic jams occur.  I was
almost late getting to work and as a result I had to
park further away than normal, but I had spit swapping
on my mind and so the rain and these other  little
annoyances were of no real concern to me.  Running for
the building in the rain I got pretty wet which was no
concern to me either, but then I saw something that
could be a real concern to me.  It was the little
group of people in our cafe that I saw through the
glass door as I ran up to it.  Usually there is either
nobody or just Frankie there when I come in.  Today it
was Frankie, Rocky and the two regular loading dock
guys, Howard and Bart. The fuck do they want?

I got a big "Hello" from everyone and a look from
Frankie that indicated something not too cool was
happening, but "what-are-you-gonna-do?.
Here's what the not too cool thing was...... the two
regular guys would be working on the loading dock with
Frankie and me all morning.  We'd all be working on a
special truck unload that was due to arrive any
minute.  All five of us would unload this truck so
that the driver could be back on the road by 1pm.  I
shook my head a little because what else can you do?
Shit happens.  No spit swapping this morning, but  we
still had this afternoon and I was determined to make
the best of the situation then.

Howard and Bart are big strong guys in their thirties,
both married and both originally from the South.  They
are 100% "Mayberry USA" types with their "golly-gee"
this and "gosh darn" that, but damn nice guys.  Bart
was telling this tale he said he'd just heard about.
Seems this guy in Mississippi runs into the corner
store and yells to his friend, "Bubba, some asshole
just stole your pick-up truck from right out front da
store!"  Bubba says, "Did ya see who it were?"  His
friend proudly replies, "I couldn't tell who the
fucker is, but I got the license number wrote down
right here on my arm."  Well, at the punch line those
guys go into hysterically laughter and leg slapping
with Rocky, Frankie and me chuckling and exchanging
looks and smirks at the yahoos' exuberant reaction to
the corny joke.

Howard is from Mississippi which is why Bart told the
joke in the first place. Bart's from Tennessee and
Howard's got a story right back at him.  He says,
"This here Tennessee State Trooper pulls over a
Tennessee hayseed who was driving his jalopy about 15
mile an hour, on the wrong side of the highway.  The
trooper comes up to the driver's window and asked,
"Got any ID?"  The hayseed scratches his head and
says, "Bout whut?"   HAHAHA !!   Oh my God they go
into convulsions, both of them laying their heads on
the cafe table pounding it and carrying on something
awful.  It was sad, but good too...good that guys
could so easily entertain themselves.

Just as the fellows were sitting up and getting their
laughter under control the special truckload pulls up
to the loading dock and Rocky says, "Oops. Time for me
to head on out of here before I accidentally lift
something and get this crotch rot acting up again."
As he quick walks away groping his crotch and yelling
something about assholes that none of us could catch.
Frankie says, "Guess, Rocky is on his way to the main
cafeteria for his real morning break."   "Yup, yup,
yup" said Howard.  Off we go.

Man oh man, Howard and Bart can really work...I got to
give them their props.  They each carried stuff off
the truck themselves that Frankie and I would be
helping each other get on a dolly, never mind
carrying.  Around 11:30 Rocky came back down and saw
our progress.  He was pleased, but we'd done too good
a job as it turns out because Rocky reassigned Bart
and Howard back to inside duty saying that Frankie and
me could finish on time without the other two.  "Good
job, boys."  and off went Rocky with Bart and Howard
in tow.

The rain hadn't let up and both Frankie and I were
pretty wet from working on the portion of the loading
dock that wasn't under the over-hang.  We finished
before 1pm and the driver took off so we had our lunch
and went back to our regular responsibilities.  During
lunch hour there was a potential for too many people
wandering in and out of the cafe via the loading dock
which prevented Frankie and me from spit swapping.
That left me looking forward to some swapping during
our afternoon break when it's always just Frankie and
me....sweet!

As afternoon break got closer I started breathing in
little short bursts looking over at Frankie with
anticipation.   I was getting impatient thinking about
how we hadn't tasted each other's spit in almost a
week.  My heart was going bump, bump, bump and my dick
was semi-hard thinking about what was coming up.  I
missed the feel and taste and smell of him more than I
can explain.  It was a physical thing...a real, honest
to God "need" I had.  Ever since Cristobal had exposed
me to the reality of sex with another boy I really,
really needed it, but I wasn't actually getting much
of it.  A lot of teasing and "almosts', but not much
real action.

At one point I had to stop working for a second and
try to get myself composed.  There was a kind of scary
feeling in the pit of my stomach too.  Frankie, with
his short red hair flattened against his head by the
rain and looking even younger then usual,  came over
to me in the truck bed and asked if I was alright.  He
said I was pale.  I looked up at his
sincerely-concerned  face and fell into him with my
arms around his waist saying, "I miss being with you,
Frankie.  I know you don't want to hear this, but I
love you.  I love you so much."

My heart was pounding as Frankie wrapped his arms
around me and rocked me back and forth sideways in a
nice hug.  He kissed the side of my neck and said, "I
know, Oliver.  I know."  He held me for a minute or so
and then he pulled my chin up with the palm of his
hand and our lips kissed together and my cock got as
hard as it can get.  Frankie put his tongue in my
mouth and licked my tongue, slowly he scrapped saliva
off his tongue against the bottom of my top teeth
until I had to swallow a mouthful of his spit.  I
licked back at his mouth and we French kissed until I
felt that big cock of Frankie's, all boned-up,
pressing against the inside of his dungaree
shorts...the head of it reaching to the very top of
the short's waistband.  I moaned and we moved our
noses back and forth against each other and then
Frankie licked up the front of my nose and down on my
chin and on my neck right under my chin.

I was gasping for breath with my boner leaking as I
humped up against his leg.  He reached down and undid
the top snap on my cargo shorts so he could put his
hand in my boxers and stroked my cock using his thumb
, index finger and middle finger....just like he did
in the shower last Saturday night.  After six strokes
I fired off a hard string of cum in my boxers and I
almost collapsed with the follow-up shots as I
squealed out a sound I'd never made before.  Frankie
pulled out his hand and put his fingers, covered with
my cum, in my mouth and I sucked them clean with a
flickering image of Pete doing the same thing  to my
fingers.  When I was breathing regularly again Frankie
put his hands on my shoulders with some subtle
pressure and I went down on my knees and pulled his
dungaree shorts over his slim hips without even
unbuttoning them.  Any thoughts of Pete was long gone.

Frankie let out a long, "Oooooh" and I pulled down his
jockey shorts and buried my nose in his crotch.  I
licked his belly and stroked his big, long boner.  I
licked his balls like a dog.  My wet tongue started
way under his scrotum and then continued around and up
the front of it with laps that moved his nuts around
in their sac continually.  My hands rubbed up and down
his thin, strong, hairless thighs, from his crotch to
his knees and back....slowly, over and over.  When
those big nuts of Frankies' were dripping with my
saliva I stopped rubbing his legs and used both my
hands to push both his fat nuts in my mouth.

Oh my God, I just managed to get them in.  It gagged
me at first, but I quickly got used to it and I worked
my tongue on the underside of his balls as best I
could.  Frankie went, "Aaaaaaaah....  Ohhh!"  I was
stroking his boner along with all the sucking and I
could feel his balls tighten-up noticeably in my
mouth.   More sucking and stroking until cum exploded
from his nuts up that long pole of Frankie's, first
shooting straight up in the air, then gravity took
over and that big load of cum came right back down and
landed in my wet hair and forehead..mixing with the
rain on my face,  his cum drooled down to finally
drip, drip, drip off  the side of my chin.   I
struggled to get Frankie's nuts out of my mouth so I
could breathe again.

Frankie was holding onto my head with both hands
going, "Ah Ah Ah Ah" with each spurt of cum.  When his
nuts were empty we plopped down on the floor of the
truck and put our arms around each other.  In a minute
or so Frankie said, "You went too far again, Oliver."
I said, "I know.  I'm sorry, but I can't resist you."
Frankie sort of patted my wet head like I actually was
a dog and then just barely above a whisper he said,
"What am I going to do, Oliver?"  I  shook my head
slowly from side to side and thought to myself, "What,
 indeed."

We'd missed out on each other for almost a whole week
so our reunion hadn't lasted very long...we shot off
our cum loads quickly, but the sensations had been
enormous and the after shock was this feeling of
exhaustion we were both experiencing.  We sat there
holding onto each other for a few minutes until I
said, "How bout we go in the cafe for a coke?"
Frankie said, "Oliver, FYI,  you have my cum in your
hair...  it's also running down your face. Plus, you
have a big load of your own cum in your fucking cargo
shorts.  Perhaps, clean-up the cum first..... and then
the coke.  Huh?"  We both started giggling and it
turned into a hysterical laughing jag reminiscent of
Howard and Bart's... so who are we to make a face and
smirk at them.  I mentioned that thought to Frankie
and this got us laughing and slapping our thighs like
the Southern guys did.  We were back to our old selves
there for a while.

I cleaned up in the lavatory as best I could, but with
my rain-soaked clothes there wasn't too much I could
do.  During our break we more or less just stared at
each other, not sure what to say.  The rest of the
afternoon dragged to a finish and we did our old-time
hug goodbye for the weekend.  Frankie had already told
me he was taking Darleen to a water park on Saturday
and to a Pirates baseball game on Sunday so I didn't
even think about him and me getting together.

My own self proclaimed girlfriend, Pattie,  was a
little bit mad at me for not seeing her all week, but
she couldn't make too much of a big deal about it
because of that drunken throw-up demonstration at the
picnic.  She didn't want me bringing that up.  I
figured I'd take her to the movies Saturday night, but
tonight I wanted to go out with a couple of guys from
the swim team.   I wasn't sure if Frankie and me were
back to last Saturday night level or just back to spit
swapping or what......this afternoon was pretty nice,
I knew that for sure, but longer range implications
were, as always with Frankie, vague.

With Frankie I never knew what the next day would
bring...he was obviously confused about what he should
do, but we both knew who he wanted....we wanted each
other.  Getting Frankie to accept that fact was
another matter all together.  He didn't want to
disappoint Darleen or me....... hell, Frankie doesn't
want to disappoint anybody ever, except he doesn't
seem to mind disappointing himself.  Well I'll have
all next week to try and help Frankie see the light.
Tonight I'm off to attend a bachelor party for the
assistant swimming coach of my high school swim team
that I was a member of for the last three years.
Tomorrow night Pattie and me to the movies.  Sounds
boring when all I really want is to be with Frankie.

to be continued......

Donny Mumford        thinat20@yahoo.com