Date: Sat, 12 May 2007 10:58:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: OLIVER'S SUMMER JOB     Part II  MORE FRANKIE      fiction by Donny

Laying in bed, unable to sleep, and wondering...
should I count sheep?  What's that all about anyway?
That sheep counting thing?  I'm in a bad mood because
I can't even get a boner to play with while I'm
dealing with this insomnia.  All I can think about is
that Darleen person.  That anchovy Darleen who, by the
way,  needs to take a very long hike because Frankie
really wants me, even though he maybe doesn't realize
it yet.   In spite of my grumpy mood I had to chuckle
thinking back to that day on the University Of
Pennsylvania campus, having coffee with the two Barrys
and their friend,  Andy, the-lovable-hick.  That's the
first time I  heard a girl referred to as "anchovy".
Yuck, the smell of old anchovies.....I gotta get some
sleep.

When I opened my eyes the next morning the motivation
and eagerness for work that I normally have wasn't
there.   My first thought when I woke up had been
"Frankie has a girlfriend".  What a horrible thought
first thing in the morning and it put me off my game.
 I went through my regular morning rituals as best I
could and off to work I go just like normal,  except
nothing was normal.  For starters,  the Dunkin Donut's
coffee didn't taste right, cars cut in front of me
without signaling and every woman driver I saw had a
cell phone in her ear.  Don't get me started on that,
I'll just bet that fat Darleen has her cell phone up
to her ear with one hand, as she shoves donuts down
her fat throat with her other hand and I'll bet she
steers the car with her fat knees.  Hell, she probably
drives a pick-up truck just to carry all the donuts
she eats every day.  Oh God,  I definitely need to
chill out...

I tried to calm myself down, but right away I thought
how awkward yesterday afternoon was when Frankie said
"I could still be his boyfriend".   I told him that he
shouldn't waste his time worrying about me.  He should
be concentrating on that little woman of his.  I may
have sounded a bit snippy though because Frankie got a
hurt look on his face and when he tried to playfully
muss my hair I pushed his hand away and stalked off to
take a leak.

We didn't talk much after that and we even passed-up
the afternoon spit swapping.  Before Frankie left for
the day he came over to where I was filling out my
time-card and said, "Don't be mad, Oliver.  You're my
best bud ever.  How can I get through the day when my
best bud is mad at me?  Huh?"   He'd even asked me to
lend him some of my spit for his ride home saying his
throat was wicked dry.   Gave me his hot smile when he
asked for it, but I continued to pout and I told him I
didn't have any extra spit.  What a jackass I can be.
How can life go from being so great to being so
shitty,  so fast?

When I got to work and parked my cool Mini Cooper
convertible an older guy dressed in a suit got out of
his generic Chevrolet and said, "Hey, son,  that car
is so cool.  I'll bet you're having fun with that."
He was a nice friendly guy, he waved at an older woman
and they walked in the main entrance together.  I
stared after the man thinking...he's right, I should
be enjoying myself.  I should be loving life, and
that's exactly what I had been doing before that
over-weight piece of......      a brief horn toot
interrupted that nasty little thought and I looked
behind me.   There was Frankie pulling into a parking
spot driving that shit-box Toyota of his.

As usual Frankie had a real friendly look on his face
and I couldn't help but stare at him.  His red hair
standing straight up like he'd trained it to do.  My
dick just moved on it's own in my jockey shorts as I
bit lightly on my lower lip.  It was a beautiful
morning and the sun reflected off Frankie's round
eyeglasses and then, when he smiled at me, off his
shiny white teeth too.  He has the most wonderful
smile and I was melting inside.  He hustled over like
he wanted to tell me something.  "Hi, Oliver."  And he
gave me my morning hug and then put his arm around my
neck as we walked towards the rear entrance of the
building. He smells so good.  It seems Frankie is
pretending nothing is different from any other
morning.

He began talking in his usual excited manner, "Oh
fuck, Oliver, wait till I tell you what Rocky said,
he's so fucking funny.  I saw him in the parking lot
last night and he wanted to borrow $10 for gas.  I
gave it to him, but asked him why he didn't use his
credit card and he said his credit card was stolen
three months ago.  I told him to just report it lost
and they'd send a new one.  He didn't want to do that
though because the thief was charging less on the card
than his wife."  Frankie started laughing and I had to
smile.

 I sure liked the feel of the side of his body pressed
against mine, the two of us rubbing together as we
walked.  Frankie embellished his story a little,
"You know the way Rocky talks in that monotone voice.
I always think he's telling me something serious and
it turns out to be a joke.  Ya know what I mean, don't
ya Oliver?"   Then he hugged me against his great,
tight, skinny body and laughed some  more.  I had to
laugh too.   It hadn't taken Frankie long to made me
feel better. I pulled my T shirt out to cover my
boner.  Nice to have my boner back.

Frankie's hair had grown in quite a bit since his
'fade' haircut and in the bright sunshine his hair was
very bright red and so clean and shiny looking.  I
reached up and ran my fingers through that silky hair
of his and he looked in my eyes with such a sweet look
that I couldn't be mad at him any longer.  Hell, I
love him.  We went right to the cafe and Frankie lit
two cigarettes and gave me one, the filter tip was wet
with his spit.  His fingers brushed mine when he gave
me the cigarette.  I went, "gulp" and faked a cough as
I groped my crotch.  Jesus, do I have it bad for
Frankie.    I was thinking, "I may have to kill
Darleen".

Frankie's blue eyes behind those little round, Harry
potter glasses looked sparkly and alive, ready for a
laugh.  His skin is flawless and  always looks wicked
clean and new.  I wanted to put my lips on his
forehead again and do that stupid smoke in his hair
trick.  I wanted to put my face against Frankie's face
and just hold onto his head and wrap both my arms
around his neck.   I always use to feel like I needed
someone to look after me and it was usually my big
brother, Christian, but right now I was feeling like I
should be looking out for Frankie.... protect him from
Darleen at the very least.

We talked about the annual company picnic coming up
this Saturday.  I figured the picnic is the reason
Frankie finally told me about  his over-weight, extra
large-nosed, cow-pie faced girlfriend.  I told Frankie
in an off hand way that I'd be bringing my girlfriend
too.  Now it was Frankie's turn to look surprised.
Only difference between my reaction to Frankie's
girlfriend and Frankie's reaction to mine is that
Frankie was happy for me and told me that Pattie was
one lucky girl to have me for a boyfriend.  He didn't
appear to hate Pattie any where near as much as I
hated Darleen.

When Frankie asked if I'd go "swap some spit with him"
in the back of the truck I got a big smile on my face
nodding my head yes.  Oh my, was Frankie ever sexy
today.  After a minute or so our cigarette breath was
replaced by our regular saliva breath and does Frankie
ever have the sweetest smelling and sweetest tasting
saliva.  We took turns sucking each other's tongue and
upper lip.  We French kissed and rubbed our noses
together, back and forth, back and forth and spread
our saliva over each others face.  Today Frankie let
me hug his body into mine and I could feel his
pole-hard boner rubbing against mine as we humped into
each other's crotch.  For the first time I heard
Frankie moan and he hugged me back and then he started
sucking and licking on my neck right under my jaw
bone, below my ear with me holding my head back a
little so he had full access.  Eat your heart out
Darleen, you don't have a chance.  I dripped pre cum
in my jockey shorts and I would have followed that up
by cuming hard in another minute or so except we heard
Rocky calling out for us.  "Are you two goofing-off
again?  Where the fuck are ya?"

Startled, we pulled apart breathing fast and deep.
Frankie used the palm of his hand to wipe my face and
I did the same to him.  Then we both used the back of
our wrist and forearms to wipe over our faces again
trying to get the spit off.  We came out carrying the
heaviest box on the truck.  Hopefully Rockey would
think that's why we had the red faces and the heavy
breathing. "Just wanted to make sure you guys were on
the fucking job and for Christ sake use the dolly for
those real heavy boxes.  You boys are too small to
lift shit that heavy.  God damn, that's all I
need....a workman's comp suit."  Rocky said all this
in that unique tone of voice he uses, talking slow
like he had all day and as if what he said wasn't
important anyhow.  His choice of urgent words was
always contradicted by the manner he spoke them.  It
was weird and funny at the same time.  Frankie and me
usually had our faces scrunched up in concentration
trying to decipher Rocky's true message.

He fumbled around trying to find something in his
pockets and finally came up with the nub of a pencil.
He said, "I got my check list right here for the
barbecue picnic.  You're both going, right?"  We said,
 "Yeah, and we're bringing dates."  Rocky said that
two studs like us would certainly be bringing dates.
He scratched something on the list he had, told us to
go fuck ourselves and off he went.  We laughed at that
and then Frankie and I made faces at each other like,
'that was a little too close, dude.  Rocky almost
caught us swapping spit'.  I said, "Jesus, when was
the last time Rocky was on the loading dock this
early?"  Frankie said, "Ahhh, how about...never."  He
goosed me and we got started with the unloading.

I could taste Frankie all morning and wanted so much
to be naked with him sometime when we made-out, but
with him getting married and all....well, I had to
believe making out naked with Frankie might be a
long-shot.  On the other hand, his make-out and the
spit swapping this morning had  definitely risen to
another level, and thinking about it now...well, that
development surprised me.  Maybe Frankie doesn't want
to lose me as a boyfriend for real.... and then,
maybe I'm just confused again.

That night, after work,  I called Pattie and she was
excited about the barbecue so my date for the picnic
was all set.  Dad and Mom won't be at the picnic
because they'll be out of town that weekend attending
a wedding.  They didn't seem all that disappointed
about it.    Back at work,  Frankie and me maintained
the increased intensity established for our kissing
and sucking and  I was frequently very close to
blowing a load in my pants.  The bodily contact with
Frankie's increased level of involvement had me on the
edge all the time.  I had to jack-off in the men's
room a couple of times that week.  But it was so much
fun....to say the least,  and the week flew by.

Saturday morning arrived and my parents took off for
their over-night trip.   I waved goodbye, put the top
down on the Mini and drove over to pick-up Pattie.
Her seventeen year old brother, Myers, answered the
door.  This is the first time I'd seen him since that
cock-teaser routine he pulled on me when I ran into
him here a few weeks ago.  I can't pinpoint the main
reason I think he's so sexy.  He's shorter than me and
a little on the heavy side.  He has that inexplicable
arrogant air about him with his seemingly defiant eye
to eye contact.   Maybe that's it, his arrogance.
Maybe it's those amazingly green eyes too and that
smirk he usually has on those puffy pink lips of his.

And, maybe another reason I think he's sexy is that
cute, blond, spiked, haircut of his and that hint of a
blond mustache on his top lip.  Both times I've seen
him he's had a couple of zits,  red blemishes, on his
forehead and for some reason they looked sexy too.
With a hot looking brother like Myers, I wondered why
Pattie wasn't hotter looking herself, or at least
cuter.....

I looked at Myers a couple of seconds and his smirk
fades into a phony smile, showing off a lot more of
the whitest teeth and biggest dimples imaginable.  He
was different alright,  definitely sexy.  I had this
strong urge to rub my finger in those skimpy blond
hairs on his upper lip. "What's up, Dude?  I forget
your name", was what  Myers dismissively mumbled at
me.  I told him my name and he stood too close to me
when he told me to come on in.

Trying to squeeze by him I could feel a little spit
spray from his mouth when he asked, "You getting
anything off my sister?  She putting out for ya,
yet?"  I said, "What?  Hey, no.  Don't be rude."
Myers leaned into me sightly so that his crotch was
against my thigh and as I gulped, he whispered,  " Bet
you aren't even interested in getting in her pants
anyway.  Are you Oliver?"  His face was an inch from
mine and I would have backed away except for the
expensive looking floor lamp that was right behind me.
 Myers had his hands on my waist by now and even
though he was three inches shorter than me I could
smell his breath.  It smelled like apple juice.

"Don't ya shake hands when you greet someone, Oliver?"
 "Huh? Oh, yeah, nice to see ya, Myers",   and I held
my hand out which Myers took hold of and squeezed so
hard it bent me over and I was going, "Ow, oh man,
that hurts." Myers didn't respond,  just casually
pulled me over to their big sofa.  He roughly bumped
into my right hip with his big bubble-butt ass making
me clumsily sit up on the arm of the sofa,  my feet
off the floor.  "You're a bit of a pussy, aren't you
Oliver?" And with that Myers pushed me again and I
ended up laying full out on the sofa.... on my back,
Myers still squeezing my hand too tightly, his other
hand came to rest on my belly, under my Polo golf
shirt..... down close to my dick.

Pattie came in and said, "What the hell?  Oliver, you
nut.  Why are you laying down?"  Myers said, "I'll
help him, Sis.  He's kind of a wuss, isn't he?"
Pattie said, "No he's not!".  I tried to sit up and
Myers, with his back blocking Pattie's view,  pushed
his hand right under the waistband of my jockey
underpants and groped my balls.  I was sweating by
now....  our faces rubbed together.   Myers, giggling
quietly,  gave my nuts a gentle squeeze.  By now he
had his other hand in my back pocket grabbing and
re-grabbing my butt cheek.  Embarrassingly, my
steel-shafted boner was poking up the front of my
cargo shorts.   Myers played with my pole a little as
we stared into each others eyes.   I was taking
little, fast breaths.... more like panting actually.

I had a pleading look on my face which was still
hidden from Pattie's view.  This whole deal took ten
seconds or less.  Myers adopted a know-it-all smirk on
his face as he took pity on me and let go of my nuts,
pulling his hand out of my shorts.   I watched one of
my pubic hairs float off his hand and land on the seat
cushion next to me as Myers casually put his fingers
up to his nose for a sniff.   Then, in a very awkward
maneuver, he pulled me up using the hand that was in
my back pocket,  grabbing a handful of my ass in the
process.  Pattie was laughing and explaining to me how
Myers was so funny and "he's really strong.  Don't ya
think, Oliver?"  Getting pulled up like that required
that I hold onto Myers in what amounted to a hug with
our faces rubbing together again and he definitely
dragged his tongue across my chin just below my bottom
lip.  Myers whispered so low I wasn't sure I'd heard
him, "You'll come to pick me up for a date one of
these days.  Won't ya, ya fairy?"  I said, "What was
that?"

With me on my feet now......Myers, in a normal tone of
voice said to me, "you heard me."  Pattie said, "Damn,
Oliver.  You're shirt is all wrinkled.  Just look at
you.  Tuck in your shirt.   I swear, it's just like
you guys to get in a wrestling match, and with you
here to take me on a date, Oliver,  you bad, bad, boy
you.    Can we go now, Hot Stuff?"  As she said all
this she was trying to straighten out my shirt and
tuck it in as I was turning this way and that way
trying to hide my boner.  Myers was shaking his head
muttering, "What a couple of losers."

I said to Pattie that I was more than ready to go, but
even as I said it, I    couldn't help  staring over at
Myers.  I thought, "He really turns me on.  He'd
turned me on  a little that first time I met him, but
this time I have to admit,  he's hot."  Myers smirked
and mouthed to me "fag" without letting Pattie see
him.  Pattie led us out the door with me following her
closely.   Myers, being behind me,  took the
opportunity to put his hand between my butt cheeks and
hold onto my nuts for just a second. I had to stop
until he let go....he whispered, "OK, you can go now."
 Then, in a loud cheery voice, Myers said, "Bye
Oliver... Pattie, have a great time."  I still had my
boner.

Pattie and me were driving along toward the picnic
park and she goes into this long, detailed,
description of her New York City shopping spree for
college clothes or something like that.  I used the
time to try figuring out what there is about me....
what signals I'm giving out... that attracts these
bully types.  Bullies, yes......but they also, for
some reason, have a strong magnetism for me.  I'm
attracted to them to some degree and it's both scary
and exciting at the same time.

Oh shit, while I'm driving and Pattie is yakking away,
someone I hadn't thought of for quite some time popped
into my mind.  It was that next door neighbor of mine,
the twenty year old Edward.  He was a bit of a bully
too.  Damn, it just occurred to me that I'd had a
dream about Edward and me a few weeks ago.  It was
probably brought on by my encounter with him the day I
got back from Wildwood.  A  week or so after that he's
invading my sleep... crap on that.  In the dream
Edward and me were both naked. He had me wrapped in
his arms and legs with my back against his chest.  He
was laying on his back,  his long, hard cock between
my legs.....  I could feel that boner of his humping
up and down between my hairless legs, pushing aside my
nuts with each thrust...and, of course,  it's
impossible not to notice all of Edward's body hair.

The top of my head was just touching Edward's chin as
I lay there on his chest with my ass just below his
belly button...I was being as docile as I can be.  In
the dream, Edwards' body hair felt so soft on my back,
on my bare ass and on the back of my legs.   That soft
feeling made me look down my naked body and realize
that almost all of me was hidden in that unreal amount
of  pubic-type body hair.  Everything was very much
exaggerated.

My boner was sticking straight up in this dream and I
felt extreme ecstasy as Edward continued to pump his
slippery, long, hard boner up and down in between my
thighs.  I was squeezing them tightly together and as
he humped he was also stroking my boner using his
lubricated  fist and I was grunting in pleasure with
each stroke.  We shot off together and in the
dream-world I was covered in both of our cum loads.
Edward was whispering words I couldn't understand.
When I woke out of this dream my own cum was on my
stomach and running down my fist as I continued
stroking my cock.

I'd forgotten all about that dream until right now.
Thinking about it caused me to get a chill down my
back as a picture flashed through my brain.  A
seemingly real snap-shot of Edward from some years
ago, when he had that short buzzed haircut.  In the
snap-shot we were both naked,  him laying on that old
cot we had in our garage back then .... I was younger
too, hugging him as we lay stomach to stomach.  Edward
had his hand under me, between our bellies,  stroking
my cock with tight, fast strokes.  What a scary thing
to imagine.   Wish I knew someone I could talk to
about this...... it couldn't possibly ever have
happened, could it?  I mean, without me remembering
it?

Then I hear,   "Are you listening to me at all,
Oliver?"  Pattie was using her pretend pissed-off
voice as I made the turn off the highway onto the
narrow road of the picnic grounds.  It snapped me out
of my daydreaming.  "You bet, Pattie.  Your clothes
sound kewl for college."  "I've been talking about my
car for the last five minutes, Oliver."  "Oh, yeah.
That's what I meant, your car sounds cool."  I
adjusted the uncomfortable position my boner was
in.....how did I get the boner, I wondered.

All thoughts were pushed aside as I pulled into the
Duck Pond Picnic Area and followed the signs up the
long driveway to the parking lot.  This park was only
about a fifteen minute drive from my house.
Convenient for me, but  Frankie would have about a
forty-five minute drive to get here from where he
lived.  Pattie and I wandered over to an area
designated for my insurance company's use.  There
would be about four hundred people at the picnic and a
lot of caterers were already getting charcoal fires
started.  It was 11am.  We got cold drinks and began
to walk around trying to spot someone familiar.

 Mr Brittle, who was wearing a sports coat and a bow
tie of all things, waved us over and said, "Good
morning, Frankie" and then gave a friendly nod of the
head to Pattie.  He directed us to the tables assigned
to the loading-dock, mailroom, and stock room
employees.  I liked that he got me mixed-up with
Frankie.  Pattie asked me, "Who is Frankie and who
wears a sport coat to a barbecue?"  I spotted Rocky
with a group of guys and girls surrounding him.  Big
laughs would break-out and I knew Rocky was
entertaining the troops.  When I got Rocky's attention
I introduced him to Pattie.  Rocky said, "Pleased to
meet ya, Paula.  Sorry to say my wife couldn't make
it. Saturdays she has her yodeling lesson."  I burst
out with a laugh and Pattie looked confused.
"Yodeling?", she said.

Some more of Rockey's guys showed up and then Frankie.
 I spotted his red hair a hundred yards away as he was
asking Mr Brittle something, probably directions, and
then Frankie looked up, directly at me.   I watched
him walking quickly towards us, leaving the large
female he'd been with in the distance.   As he got
closer I could see he'd gotten another 'fade' haircut
that morning and he looked so crisp and new I had a
shiver run through me.   He was wearing little round,
blue reflector prescription sunglasses.   He came
right up and hugged me like we do every morning.  I
thought he looked cooler than anybody I'd ever seen in
my life.  He was so graceful with everything, he
glided to me and we embraced. I heard someone in the
group across from us say, "What the fuck?....."

My cock was so hard by the time Frankie was done with
our hug and the wet kiss on my neck that I couldn't
help letting out a gasp.   I quickly pulled out my
Polo shirt-tails to hide that throbbing, Frankie-
induced,  boner of mine.  Why I ever bother to tuck a
shirt in if Frankie is going to be around is a mystery
to me.  The large female Frankie had left in the
distance turned-out to be Darleen.   She finally made
it up from the parking area and stormed over to where
we were standing,  temporarily blocking out the sun.
I stared  at this large girl and realized my premise,
that maybe it was just her pictures that hadn't been
very flattering,  wasn't going to work out.  They were
bad pictures for sure, but she looked worse in person.
 I figured, 'Be nice,  what the hell, looks aren't
everything... she's probably the nicest person I'll
ever meet.  Give her a chance.'  That's what I
thought, but I was wrong there too.

I'd just finished introducing Pattie to Frankie and
Frankie to Pattie when Darleen arrived huffing and
puffing, out of breath from the relatively short walk
from the parking lot.  She ignored niceties and
started right in on Frankie, "Don't you ever leave me
behind like that again, Frank.  You hear me, Mister?
We are a 'couple' and couples arrive together.  You
know very well that the gals in my family tend to be
on the 'big' side and we can't run marathons, it's in
our genes to be big gals."

 Darleen looked around at the people standing in our
small group, most of us with our mouths hanging open
hardly believing her act.  She explained further,
"We're all small eaters in my family, but we gain
weight easily and it's unhealthy for us to be running
around like young children, especially in this heat.
What's his big rush to get up here anyway, he sees
these people every day."  When she stopped to take a
breath Frankie jumped in and was very contrite and
admitted he had been rude to leave her behind like
that and he was sorry and all that.   But, here was
his best bud, Oliver, who he'd told Darleen so much
about. Frankie had his hand open, palm up, indicating
that here I am, the wonderful Oliver, as if Darleen
would be excited about that. I  smiled as hard as I
could at her.

Frankie put his arm around my shoulder and did a
formal introduction of me and then Pattie to Darleen.
Then he introduced the rest of the group to her.
Darleen put on an insincere looking smile and,
completely ignoring the introductions, she expounded
on her favorite topic, "Please excuse Frank, people.
My mother and I are working on his manners.  No doubt
it made you all feel very uncomfortable seeing him
leave me behind like that.  But don't let it upset you
too much because we're making progress with him,
although it's slow going.   In spite of this debacle,
let's just say I'm glad to make your acquaintance.
Frank does go on about this boy Oliver, that's for
certain." And with that,  Darleen swiveled her large
head to look directly at me... it reminded me of the
way an owl can turn it's head without moving it's
body,  and she muttered,   "I really expected someone
bigger, or more impressive or...oh, I don't know."

Taking a deep breath and trying to be nice I said,
"Frankie showed me all those pictures of you he
carries around in......."  Darleen cut me off doing a
'stop' motion with both hands held up in front of her,
palms out.  She shook her huge head as if to
imply...what kind of clods am I dealing with here and
she says, "Excuse me, but this is important for you to
understand"....she nodded specifically at me and
Pattie.  "Listen up now"   Darleen was in her pompous,
instructional mode now, pointing her index finger in
first Pattie's face and then my face... for emphasis.


Darleen spoke slowly so that nitwits like Pattie and
me could comprehend her point, " Frank is
Frank.....not Frankie.  He was Frankie waaaay back,
many years ago when he was a little boy.  He's
nineteen years old now,  so you call him Frank.  I'm
going to have to insist on that."  Frankie said, "Aw,
jeez,  Darleen."  I opened my mouth, than closed it,
looked at Pattie, then Frankie and when I got my voice
back I said to Darleen, "Excuse me, Ms Hippo...  but
even though you're as charming as a snapping turtle in
a porta potty I'm afraid I can't comply with your
order.  I'm going to call Frankie,
Frankie.......BITCH!"  I said all that to myself, in
my head.  What I said out loud was, "Oh, OK Darleen.
Sure."  Pattie had a look on her face like she just
stepped in dog shit.  Frank just shook his head a few
times and looked down.

Darleen nodded, gave Pattie and me a hard look and
said to Frankie, "I need something cold to drink right
now" as she was pulling on Frankie's arm and they
drifted away toward a refreshment stand.  I wouldn't
have been surprised if she'd grabbed Frankie by his
ear  pulling him away bent over like little Frankie
would have done waaaay back, many years ago.  As I
stared after Frankie, Rocky whispered to me, "I'll get
the tire iron out of my truck if you'll break it over
her fucking head."  I know, that sounds sinister.....
but hearing Rocky say it, in his unique way, made it
funny so I laughed, probably too hard.  Pattie said,
"What'd he say that was so funny?"  I said, "Ah,
nothing... let's get a pitcher of beer, Pattie.  This
might be a long day."  Pattie said, "Now you're
talking like the wild thing I know you are."  Sadly,
she is serious.  She actually thinks I'm the bad boy
in town.  I have no idea where she got this notion,
but when it comes up,  it always makes me smile.

Pattie and I drank some beer,  she was an OK person to
hang-out with.  I liked that she went along with
things, easy going.  She was surprised to see me
smoking, but I explained I only smoked on "company"
time.  She smoked a cigarette with me, smoking it like
I use to....like a girl.  I resisted doing the pretend
cough while saying "cunt".  You know,  that joke
Frankie did to me that first day.  After a few beers
Pattie and I  played in a boy/girl softball game.
Rocky was the star.  He really is quite a baseball
player.   We ate foods from all the different food
stations and drank a little more beer and listened to
the rock band in the open-sided dance tent they had
near the pond.

It was nice meeting some of the other blue collar
workers who I didn't normally see and they were good
guys, funny as hell.  We had enough beers so that we
all danced a little when the music got hot, me saying
a silent thank you to Cristobal again for teaching me
the few dance steps I knew.  Pattie mingled in with
the guys' girlfriends and wives, it was a pretty good
time, really.  I hadn't seen Frankie since our morning
hug, so that was the only really big disappointment.
I would have gone looking for him except for Darleen.
 I was half afraid she'd beat me up.

The picnic would be going on till 9pm so most guys
were pacing themselves with the booze and I slacked
off some too.  Things were going OK, everything
considered.   Around four o'clock in the afternoon
though,  Pattie did a complete reversal, complete mood
change.  All of a sudden she was getting bitchy about
the heat,  they didn't have enough porta-potties for
the girls, she's mad because she forgets where she put
her fucking sunglasses and on and on with the
negatives.  I assumed she was drunk.

She had been surprisingly fun up till  the booze took
over so I gave her some slack and asked if she wanted
to leave.  "I'd just as soon cut out now anyway,
Pattie" I told her as I massaged her shoulder trying
to calm her down.  Pattie said, "You wild-thing! We're
going to find some place where you and me can get it
ON!  And I mean GET IT ON! You got that?"  I told her
"sure", but lets get to the car first.  She wanted one
last cup of beer and one last look-around for her
sunglasses.

Getting her home was the only thing on my mind now.
She got her beer and in the process forgot about the
sunglasses.  We started walking down the brick path to
get to my car, Pattie walking a little bit like a
robot.  Just before we reached the parking lot Pattie
bends over, drops her half a cup of beer and throws up
more vomit than I would have believed possible.  Oh my
God, I've never seen a girl throw-up before.  It is
not a pretty picture.  A guy throwing-up isn't a
pretty picture either of course, but I just expected a
girl to throw-up more daintily.  Not Pattie.  She was
spraying it around and I had to be very nimble to
escape wearing some of it.  When she finally finished
with the throw-up and then the dry heaves she
collapsed on one of the park benches and said she
needed to rest.  By the tone of her voice I surmised
that she'd thrown-up the "bitchy" attitude along with
everything else.  "I'll get you some bottled water,
Pattie."  She just moaned,  "Oh God yeah, some water."

Walking back from the main picnic area carrying three
bottles of water for Pattie, I heard Frankie's voice,
slightly slurred, "Oliver, over here.  I'm over here."
 Looking toward the voice I spotted Frankie in front
of a big tree fumbling with the zipper on his shorts.
I went right over.  Frankie had just pulled out his
long, hooded penis.  He stretched it out a few times
and stroked it absently while pushing at a tuft of
bright red pubic hair which stuck out just about where
his balls connected at the base of his dick.   He
pulled back on the skin of his penis and the shiny,
pink head peeked out at the world, it's pee slit
expanded a lot and a big, fat pee stream, hard and
steaming,  splatted up against the tree causing a
cascade of pee droplets to bounce off the bark....
they were all shiny and sparkly, reflecting the
sunlight that filtered through the trees.    Frankie
went, "Ahhhhh.  Relief at last."

 I stared at the pee hole in his cock which was opened
very wide allowing for the large beer-piss Frankie was
doing.  His cock looked so much bigger than mine.  He
used his entire fist to hold it out while he peed.  In
an involuntary manner Frankie picked-up one foot and
then the other and flinched his shoulders and
shuddered as the urine poured out from his bladder.
"Only one thing feels better coming out of there,
right, Oliver?"  I said, "Huh? What's that Frankie?"
He flicked his long, creamy colored cock and it caused
a squiggly wet pee pattern on the trunk of the tree.
I groped my dick as it began to firm-up.  Shortly the
pee stream became a small arch and then dribbles only.


Frankie flicked that big dick three or four times
getting the last drops of pee to fall to the ground.
"Excellent to pee against a tree"  Frankie said in a
sing song way and then did his big beautiful smile at
me as he pushed his equipment back inside his pants.
I stared at where his cock use to be and trying to
speak I choked on some spit that had slipped down my
windpipe.  Frankie chuckled and came the three steps
over to me to put his arm around my neck to give me a
quick hug..

Finally I cleared my air-way  by forcing a number of
rough coughs out and I was able to squeak out, "Where
ya been all day Frankie.  I really missed you, dude."
He took his arm from around my neck to pick up his can
of Bud from a tree stump, took a swig and told me that
Darleen had been a real  'problem' all day and he
didn't want me to have to put up with her.  He told me
that now she was claiming to have a headache and she
wanted to leave.  Darleen's parents had driven Frankie
and Darleen to the picnic, her dad being one of the
sales managers for the company.  Actually he'd gotten
Frankie the part-time job here.  I told Frankie about
Pattie needing to go home because she'd gotten sick.
The quizzical look on his face at whatever I said made
me think that Frankie had had more beer than me, but I
couldn't tell if he was drunk or just feeling good.

Frankie was using his free hand to grope his crotch
trying to get his pecker in just the right position
for comfort.... in kind of a whiny voice he asked,
"Could you drive me home, Oliver?  I mean,  I don't
want to go back with Darleen and her folks now.  I'd
like to stay longer?"  I told him. "Of course I will"
and we arranged where I'd meet him after I dropped
Pattie off.  When he had his groin area all shaped-up
he looked at me and gave a mischievous grin and
pointing at his crotch he said, "I like these short
pubes now, Oliver.  I'm going to steal a scissor from
that decorations table and you can cut off the long
ones that you missed.  OK, dude?   It's all much more
neater, ya know?"  I made a face like, "What the fuck
can I say to that?"  I was now thinking that Frankie
may be closer to "drunk" than to "just feeling
good"...not that I really cared much one way or the
other.

He smirked his cute smirk and then laughed a little at
himself as he took hold of the back of my neck and
pulled my head over to him and he gave me a big wet
kiss on my cheek.  He said I smelled good and off he
went to tell Darleen he was getting a ride home with
me.  I had to smile imagining how that would go over
with Darleen.  There was a wet spot on my neck where
he'd grabbed me, it had to be a drop of Frankie's pee
from his finger.  I had a painfully hard boner
thinking about that and I gave some consideration to
wacking off right there.  Fortunately I came to my
senses and headed back to where Pattie was sitting on
that bench.

I gave her the bottled water and she gargled and spit
and gargled and spit some more, then she chewed some
gum.  I helped her get comfortable in the car.
Amazingly she had no vomit on her.  I can't say the
same for a ten square foot area on the brick path just
before the parking lot.  Pattie tossed the gum away
and in a weak voice she said, "You're a good guy,
Oliver.  You know, for taking care of me like this."
She was  slurring her words, but the sentiment was
nice.  I told her, "No problem, you've been great."

One minute into the ride home Pattie fell asleep.
It's a short ride as I've said and less than fifteen
minutes later I turned into Pattie's driveway.  She
was snoring softly with her chin on her chest.  I hit
the gas to rev the Mini Cooper S creating that throaty
engine sound with the muffler back-up rumble
noise...it was enough to get Pattie stirring.  "What?
Where, oh, we're home" she mumbled.  I tried to be
very helpful getting her out of the car and up to her
door.

I'd had a number or beers myself so I was kind of
looking around for Myers.  I felt cocky and wanted to
ask him what his act was.  I wanted to try being the
aggressor, but he wasn't home.  Inside her house
Pattie immediately lay down on the same sofa that
Myers had humiliated me on earlier.... her head hit
the cushion just about where my pubic hair had landed.
  She said she was sorry she'd drank too much and she
hoped I wouldn't think too badly about her and other
apologetic stuff like that.  I was magnanimous and
told her not to give it a thought, no problem.  I got
out of there as quickly as polite behavior allowed.

Driving back to the park I felt great.  I was so
relieved my "date" was over with....Frankie and me
still had almost four hours of hang-out time together.
 Also, I was his ride home, but my plans did not
include driving him home tonight.  Instead I wanted to
get him to stay over-night at my house.  After all, my
parents were away so opportunity knocked.    Back at
the picnic the parking lot attendant, an older fellow,
 insisted I leave my car in a lot that was a long walk
from the area our group was at.  It made me think "why
oh why is the world full of assholes who have a tiny
bit of authority and have to be pricks about it?"

Oh well, I took the long walk to where Frankie and I
were to meet, but no Frankie.... I was late.  It was a
big park so I grabbed a draft beer and strolled around
looking for him.  More than a half hour later I
spotted his red hair bobbing around.  Frankie was
playing shortstop in a soft ball game.  Relieved to
have finally found him,  I happily sat down on the
first row of the little bleacher section to watch the
game.

Naturally I watched mostly Frankie.  Perspiration
dripped off his cute nose, his knees were bent
slightly and  he repeatedly hit the pocket of his
baseball glove with his right fist while staring in at
the batter.  A hard hit grounder to his left, Frankie
fielded the ball cleanly and flipped to the second
baseman to start a double play that ended the inning.
"Nice play, Frankie", I yelled.  Frankie was so smooth
and he looked so cool I was feeling real hot for him.
He didn't appear to hear me yell at him though as he
went right over to the little second baseman for a
high five and then a hug, the same kind of hug he
normally gives me.  The little second baseman hugged
Frankie back so hard his feet left the ground.  I
stared at the second baseman as he jogged off the
diamond, next to,  and step by step  with Frankie.  Oh
yeah, it was the little sixteen year old mailroom kid,
Pete.

Damn, I'd ogled that kid every time I saw him pushing
the mail cart around.  The major thing about Pete is
his great looking ass.  The most perfect boy-butt I've
ever seen.  The first time I saw it I immediately got
a boner.  Two firm half melons, next to each other,
with lift.... that's what his butt cheeks reminded me
of.  They were prominently displayed today in Pete's
nylon basketball shorts.  The flimsy nylon material
outlined both cheeks and his crack perfectly.  What a
sight....

 His shorts hanging below his knees made Pete look
like a little kid..... with the hottest ass ever.
Pete was blessed with perfectly proportioned legs too,
with just the right boy-definition in them.  Not
muscles, just shaped perfectly without any leg hair,
just blond peach fuzz.  The rest of Pete was thin,
tight, and normal.  He had a head covered with long,
very curly light brown hair that formed a mop starting
on top of his head and reached almost to his
shoulders.  Small-featured cute face and a very shy
personality.  If you say "Hi, Pete",  he blushes.

Off the baseball diamond, Frankie had his hand on
Pete's shoulder walking him into the shade. When they
were under a tree Frankie held the back of Pete's neck
with one hand and pushed Pete's hair off his forehead
with the other while putting his face close to Pete's,
looking for something. Pete stood very straight and
still, like a good boy would. His face was very red.
He had his arms straight down at his sides.  If
Frankie got his face any closer to Pete's he could
lick him.  Frankie says something, takes out a
crumpled paper towel from his side pocket and dabs it
at the corner of Pete's eye.  Pete blinks and nods his
head that all was well.  An eyelash?  Frankie gave
Pete another warm hug and tussled his long curly hair.
 I thought, "someone needs a hard smack across the
back of his red-haired head".

With Frankie's arm over Pete's shoulder they walked
back toward the baseball field, Frankie talking in his
excited way and Pete looking at him and soaking-in
ever word.  I yelled, "You're up at bat, Pete."  And,
he was too.  Pete looked up, got even redder in the
face and went to the on-deck circle swinging a bat.
Frankie smiled his wonderful smile at me and came
right over to give me a hug around my neck, "Where the
fuck were you, dude.  I waited at our spot.  You Ok,
man?"  He seemed to have sobered-up slightly.

Frankie's face was sweaty and as our cheeks slid
against one another I thought   " even Frankie's sweat
smells good"....  with the palm of my hand I took a
swipe up his forehead and into his red hair which was
standing straight up from his scalp.......Frankie
smiled into my eyes.  Oh my God, I got it bad for
Frankie.  "Everything OK, Oliver?"  I told him it
couldn't be better and  complimented him on his
double-play.

Pete struck out for the final out of the game and
Frankie's team lost,   8 to 7.  The weather was hot so
Pete, Frankie and me went for cold drinks, two of us
beers and a coke for the youngster. As we walked along
I asked Pete, "How's it going?" and he blushed and
mumbled, "OK, Oliver, how bout you."  What the fuck,
it's OK with me if he hangs with us for a bit.  Pete
was like gum on Frankie's shoe anyway.  Where Frankie
went, Pete followed closely.  I thought, "Pete" and
"Repeat".   Frankie is a big talker and Pete never
says anything so it was almost like he wasn't there.
Plus,  that extra benefit of Pete being nice to look
at was a bonus that made it all A-OK.   I stared at
his ass a lot.  We had no plans, just walk around and
goof off.

 Later,  Pete and I were sitting on a wall in the
shade of a huge tree just chilling out while Frankie
was off getting something to eat. For lack of anything
better to say, I asked Pete if he wasn't hot with all
that hair and he said, "Nah, I don't  even notice it,
Oliver".  He did a cute little snicker and told me
that every time Frankie sees him at work he ruffles
Pete's hair "for good luck" so that's reason enough
for not getting it cut.  Pete thought that was funny.
He said, "Do you want to feel my hair for good luck,
Oliver?"  I reached over and took a big fistful.  It
reminded me of the density of Alexanders hair, but
Pete's was silky and unbelievably soft as I pulled my
hand away dragging a big bunch of long, curly hair
with it.  The fine hairs slipped easily through my
fingers.  I put my hand back into Pete's mop of hair
and used my fingers to massage his scalp.... his eyes
looked down at his feet as he leaned his head into my
hand.  I took another fistful of hair and then put the
palm of my hand right on the crown of Pete's head.  He
moved his head back and forth a little against my hand
while leaning into it some more.

Pete's eyes were fluttering a little and the tip of
his pink tongue was just visible between his smallish
white teeth.  He let out a long sigh and noticeably
moved closer to me.  I bent my head down to Pete's so
I could get a whiff of how he smelled and I felt the
heat coming up from him.  He smelled just like a boy.
He was close enough to me now that I easily managed to
have both hands on his head and in his hair.
Massaging his scalp and playing with his hair created
a very intimate feeling somehow, especially since Pete
was such a willing participant.  I started breathing
in short burst and Pete began breathing the same way.
He edged even closer to me, almost touching and I
wanted to bury my face in his hair like I did in
Alexander's.

I let my mind wander and wondered how Pete and me had
gotten so 'hot' together so quickly...it was so
unexpected, but very yummy.   Needless to say, I had a
wicked hard boner.  I rubbed my crotch and looked down
at Pete's.   His nylon shorts formed a tall tent in
his lap.  Nylon outlines everything.  Pete saw where I
was looking and he put his hands in his pockets and
bunched up the material in his lap to try hiding his
boner.  When he looked over at me he had a mysterious
look in his eyes which seemed to hypnotize me as I
stared into them.

It seemed weirdly quiet, like we were in a sound
chamber or something.  Neither Pete nor I said
anything.....maybe we couldn't have spoken if we'd
wanted to.  The birds made their soft tweeting sounds
and a breeze ruffled the leaves in the trees quietly.
We were away from the crowds so that noise was a
distant murmur. It was unreal....as my boner throbbed,
I continued to lazily play with Pete's hair......and
then I jumped six inches up off the wall when, out of
no where,  Frankie shouted, "You two having fun?"  It
scared the hell out of Pete too.

Frankie enjoyed that, he was laughing because he'd
made us jump.  Ignoring the very real possibility that
Pete and I might have doodied in our jockey shorts,
Frankie said,    "I got ice pops.  One for my best
bud, Oliver,  and one for the best mailroom boy ever.
That's you, Pete."  I thought Pete's face would burst
out into flames he blushed so hard as he jerked his
body away from me.....both his hands still in his
pockets.  I looked at Frankie who was now staring at
me with a questioning smirk on his face.  I just made
a face back at him and shrugged my shoulders and said,
"For good luck, ya know"...... we both shook our heads
then.....and chuckled.  What are ya gonna do?

We hung-out just goofing-off and exploring the edges
of the park.  The only important consideration we had
was to make sure not to be too far away from the
picnic that we couldn't get our beer refills and get
more to eat.  Other than that we didn't have a care.
Pete mostly just listened to Frankie and me bantering
back and forth telling stories about Rocky or about
stuff we'd done on the job for laughs.  Pete had
switched over to beer and he was giddy after just one.
 It didn't take Frankie too long to get us all into an
ass grabbing frame of mind.  Just like on the loading
dock we all tried to goose the other guy at the worst
possible second....like when he'd just taken a swallow
of beer or he'd just bitten into a hotdog or just when
he'd started taking a piss..... anything that might
cause an accident or mishaps so the other two guys
could laugh their respective asses off about it.

Pete was bashful at first, but the beer helped him get
into the swing of things.  We were acting real
childish and with the help of the beers everything was
hilariously funny.  We had pee spots on the front of
our shorts from laughing so hard.  Even when we knew
it was stupid we couldn't help but laugh till we lost
our breath.  It was the mood we were in.  Cigarettes
and beer and eating too much food and acting like
fools.  None of us were use to drinking beers all
afternoon, but we had the best time doing it just the
same.

Later in the day, on the outskirts of the park,  we
came upon three porta potties.  Frankie said, "Thank
God, porta-potties.  I was just about to join the
bears and shit in the woods."  He'd been complaining
that he had to take a crap for the last half hour.
Frankie checked out the end toilet and stuck his head
back out to say, "This one ain't too bad.  If you two
derelicts try to screw around with me while I'd taking
care of business in here you'll both be dead before
night fall".

As soon as he locked the door Pete and I tried to
think of someway to fuck with Frankie while he was
going potty, but our brains were fried.  We couldn't
come up with anything funny. Pete was standing with
his back to me pulling the tab on a new can of beer so
I took the opportunity to grab a big handful of his
perfect butt.  "Gotcha" I said as the beer can went
flying.  Pete goes, "Ahhh, fuck!" but, at the same
time, he was reaching  around blindly behind him and
he got a handful of my nuts in a lucky blind grab. "I
gotcha too", he says as he rolled by nuts between his
fingers...not squeezing too hard yet.  I go, "Whoaaa
there, youngster" and with my other hand I reach
around in front of him and got a great hold on his
cock and at least one of his nuts.

"Gotcha again, and better this time!" I yelled and
then I did squeeze his one nut harder than I meant to.
 Pete immediately let go of my nuts and said, "You
win, you win", but instead of letting go of his cock I
stroked it a few times and it firmed up right away.
Pete went, "Ahhh, Ohhhh, Ahhh".  The flimsy nylon
material in Pete's over-sized basketball shorts
provided plenty of looseness allowing me to make long
strokes on his cock.  His cock became a boner with the
third stroke and he pushed his back into my body and
went up on his toes moaning.  Then, in a husky voice,
he said, "Do it faster, Oliver".

I stroked his boner tighter and faster.  The back of
Pete's head was up against my collar bone and I leaned
my head down so that my nose was in that long curly
hair of his.  The heat and aroma from this young teen
body overwhelmed my senses making me gulp and cough as
I tried to breathe.  My boner was poking just above
his butt with Pete's beautiful ass leaning against my
thighs just below my balls.  I though, "wish he were a
little taller".  In less than a minute the fist I used
to stroke his boner was soaking wet and I was afraid
the beers had caused Pete to pee himself... there
appeared to be too much wetness for it to be cum.  I
let go of his boner and pushing my hand against his
belly and in-under the elastic of his shorts and
jockey underwear  to grab hold of his bare cock.  It
was covered in his cum alright...too creamy to be pee.

Pete was making gagging sounds in his throat as he
shot a few more spurts of cum with me pulling on his
naked boner and holding him up against me tightly with
my grip around his belly...both his hands clasping my
wrist.  His cock was bigger than mine,  but not as big
as Frankie's.  I let go of his cock and felt his big
balls and then I felt around his  pubic area.  His
pubes were all cut-off.... even shorter than I'd cut
Frankie's.  I wondered why as I rubbed all around
there..... his pubes were so short they were bristly.
Hmmmm, coincidence?

Pete let out a long sigh and rubbed the back of his
head against my shoulder some more.  Both his hands
were now putting pressure from the outside of his
shorts onto the back of the hand that was rubbing all
around his cock and balls.  His body was as stiff as
his cock had been....Pete continued to press up tight
against me.  The only thing stiff on me was my boner.
I kissed the side of Pete's forehead with a long wet
one and he didn't move a muscle until I pulled my lips
away.

Right after the kiss Pete whispered, "Oh my God, I'm
so embarrassed about cuming in my pants, Oliver".  I
felt kind of bad for the kid but I couldn't think what
to say. He slowly pulled my hand out of his pants and
turned to look at me with his blushing, cute, red face
and holding my hand with both of his he said, "Promise
you won't tell anyone.  Please, promise!"  I said,
"OK, I promise" and Pete gave me a sweet, shy  smile
then lifted my hand up to his mouth and licked his cum
off my fingers.  I almost shot off in my pants.  When
he'd licked my fingers clean he smiled at me again and
mouthed, "You promised".  Then looking around and
seeing it was getting near dusk he got a worried look
on his face,  checked  his wristwatch  and said he had
to leave.  He asked me to say goodbye to Frankie for
him.....  he had to run right this second as he was
already late meeting up with his cousin for his ride.
And, just that abruptly, he ran off.  As he ran, what
else...he pulled out his T shirt to cover the large
cum spot on the front of those nylon shorts.

I stared after him wondering, "How did what happened,
happen?"  My boner was leaking again.  I had no choice
this time, I went right in the porta-potty furthest
from Frankies' and pulled out my boner to stroke it.
Very soon out shot another fabulous load of cum, this
one splashing up against the plastic wall of the
smelly porta-potty.  Ohhh, what a great feeling, even
in this outdoor toilet.  Now that my horniness was
temporarily taken care of my brain started-up again
and I thought... "Damn, I should have offered to drive
Pete home ...or even better, maybe a sleep-over...."
too late now.

Frankie banged on the locked door of my porta-potty
yelling, "Are both of you perverts in there?"  He was
laughing as he asked the question.  I zipped up and
opened the door,"Quick, Frankie, help me!  Pete fell
down the hole of the shitter."  Frankie got a real
worried look on his face and took a step toward my
porta-potty, but then stopped suddenly and gave me the
double barreled middle finger salute.  "Sit on one of
these and rotate."  Frankie was smiling big-time as he
said I'd "got" him for just a second there.  Then he
asked where Pete really was.  I told him only the part
about Pete looking at his watch and running off.
Frankie and I meandered back to the picnic area, got
one last cheeseburger to share and were barely able to
finish it.  We'd both been eating everything in sight
all day long.

After a little discussion Frankie agreed that staying
at my place was the smart thing to do.  I'd had too
many beers to make the long round trip to Frankie's
and back.  We figured what the hell, a couple beers
for the road....... we fished two cans of beer apiece
out of a big tub of icy water and headed for my car.
Frankie said, "This day started out sucking,  but in
the end this was the best picnic I've ever been to". I
agreed it was awesome and we laughed about the
mailroom boy, Pete, and what a riot it was seeing him
get tipsy from the beers. I thought to myself,
"yeah...the beers are part of the explanation, but not
all of it.  Pete is the mystery boy.  Maybe I'll ask
Frankie about mystery boy later".   Frankie lit the
last cigarette we had between us and we shared it on
our way to the car.  Lots of spit on the filter each
time we passed it.  We didn't even bother to laugh.  I
think we were all laughed out.

The ride home was a quick one.... we were quiet going
inside my house, turning on some lights and just
feeling a little awkward being alone together here.
Frankie called his folks so they wouldn't worry about
him and then I suggested we finish off the beers on
the back porch. Frankie followed me into the kitchen,
where I picked-up my little CD player, and out to the
porch we went.  I played the Plain White Ts' CD, we
each grabbed a deck chair and sat with our feet up on
the porch railing and sipped our beer looking at the
vastness of the night sky.  Neither of us said
anything, we were both more than a little drunk
.....and tired too.  It was about 9:00 at night.

There were fifty million stars right above us and not
a single shooting one which was really too bad because
seeing one would have been cool.  When "Hey There
Delilah" started playing I sang every word right along
with Tom Higgenson.  Tom and me did a hell of a duet.
I looked over at Frankie when I was done and I could
just make out that he had an astonished expression on
his face when he said,  "Holy shit, Oliver!  You sing
better than the guy on the CD."   I felt flattered and
kinda proud I'd been able to impress Frankie.  That's
the first time I'd sung that song since I'd done it
with Cristobal as street singers.  Frankie had never
heard of the Plain White Ts, but he'd heard that
particular song a few times on the radio.  He was
wicked impressed and to show off I sang a part of the
song by myself and he got out of his chair and gave me
a big hug...... God, what a great day, I felt like a
million dollars.

Just to start a conversation, I told Frankie about how
Tyler and me had begun singing together as young
kids.... then I told him what a friend I'd had in
Tyler and then because I'd had too much to drink I
couldn't stop talking......I told Frankie how Tyler
died and how I found his dead body and how, thinking
it was my fault,  I'd gone into a catatonic state of
mind and how my brother helped pull me out of it.  I
told him about how I couldn't speak for months and
then about my stuttering and how bad it use to be.
The night got very dark as we sipped our beers,  me
talking non-stop in between sips.  I told him about
Tyler's family hating me and about my family moving
from our old neighborhood because I was getting in
fights all the time and about me missing an entire
year of school..... about how I was so lonely and
couldn't make friends and was called a geek and a
brainiac-weirdo.

I couldn't stop telling him stuff.  I looked down and
in a quiet voice I told Frankie that I was gay and
that I'd known I was gay when I was eleven or twelve.
I told him I'd never had a gay experience till I had
one with Cristobal three months ago.  I told him about
Alexander and me.  I said that I thought I was in love
with Cristobal and then Alexander too,     "But now I
know I wasn't, Frankie.  Now I know what love really
feels like.   I know that love isn't always nice and
sweet and perfect.  I'm pretty sure that love can hurt
like hell.  Ya know why.... because I'm in love with
you Frankie.   And,   loving you don't look like it's
going to work out real good for me.......looks like
I'm in for some serious hurting to tell ya the truth."

Frankie hadn't said a word the entire half hour I
talked..... each time I looked over at him he was
staring at me,  taking in every word.  He had tears in
his eyes a few times and I knew he felt my pain and my
heartache.  His compassion was palpable and it had
encouraged me to omit nothing.  When I was telling him
about me being gay I couldn't look him in the
eyes....I looked down instead and that's when I
realized I'd reverted to one of my old habits,
crying.   My tears had dripped off my chin and soaked
the top part of my dirty T shirt.  Finally done my
true confession I ended with, "I know our spit
swapping and hugging and all is just your way of
having a laugh by acting outrageous, but for me it was
a sexy gay turn-on and I apologize for taking
advantage of you, Frankie.  For misrepresenting
myself......I'm sorry and I hope we can still be
friends."

It was after 9:30 by now and even with the stars out
it was pitch black on the porch....it was hard to
make-out Frankie sitting two feet away.   I couldn't
think of anything else to say.  We were both quiet
........and the silence in my ears was like
thunder.... my tears falling like rain.

In about a minute, although it seemed much longer,
Frankie said, "I don't know what to say.  I know I
should say something, but I'm speechless, Oliver.  I
mean, of course, I'm so very sorry for the troubles in
your life.  I have to say I...well,  I guess you've
been very brave though ...very brave to have made it
through all those hard times, I mean."

He got up then and came over to put his hand on my
shoulder and in a very kind way he said, "Please stop
crying, Oliver.  It's OK.  Really, it is. I think it
took a lot of courage to tell me about ...  you know,
about being gay and all.  And, what do you mean you
hope we can still be friends.  Of course we can, we're
still best buds for God sake....you and me."  He
patted my shoulder and rubbed the back of my head and
continued with,  "I'm so sorry, Oliver.  I mean,  I'm
happy we're going to be best friends, but I real sorry
to disappoint you about the other thing....there isn't
any way I can be your gay friend.  Please don't feel
bad and don't get mad, but I promised I'd marry
Darleen.  She isn't really like she was at the picnic
all the time... that's not her true self....it's just
that she gets flustered around people she doesn't
know."

Frankie pulled his deck chair over right in front of
mine and began telling me about him and Darleen.  Our
knees touched the whole time.  In the background The
Fray were on the CD player now and my favorite Fray
song had just started, "How To Save A Life".  With the
haunting sounds of that song in the background Frankie
told me about Darleen and him.

The condensed version of what he told me goes like
this.....His family had moved here from Oklahoma in
the summer he turned thirteen.   The first day here he
met this chubby girl who lived next door.  She was
very friendly and funny too.  She said she liked his
accent although Frankie was unaware that he'd had one.
 She treated Frankie like he was special and like she,
Darleen, was hardly good enough to be his friend.

Frankie,  as far as Darleen was concerned,  was the
king, the boss, the rock star.  Darleen was the
president of Frankie's fan club, his servant, his
gofer.  He had never thought of himself as being
special, but he liked the fact that Darleen did.
Frankie and Darleen were at each others house for
homework every night, they hooked-up on weekends and
were always included in each other's plans.  Darleen
was constantly saying "thank you" to Frankie for being
her friend.

One Saturday in October, while riding his new bike, a
trash truck ran into Frankie. One hip and both his
legs were broken.  He had to have three operations and
then he was put in a  plaster cast from his armpits to
his toes....there were, of course, accommodations for
his bowel movements and peeing, but he needed help
with both. Darleen was there every day with Frankie
and his family came to depend on her a lot. Naturally
it was embarrassing and awkward to have a girl
cleaning him up after toilet matters and sponge
bathing of private parts and things of that nature,
but Darleen did it all.  She read to him and assisted
his tutor in keeping him current in his school work.


During this six month process the dynamics in their
relationship changed.  Darleen adopted the role of
deciding what's best for Frankie.  He wasn't in much
of a position to argue and it just became the natural
order of things even when Frankie no longer was in the
cast.  Then it was "whatever Darleen said....that was
the last word on the matter".  He had months of
rehabilitation to go through and Darleen tightened her
hold on him in various ways.

During their conversations Darleen manipulated
Frankie's emotions by claiming she knew that Frankie
would dump her as soon as he was well because she
wasn't good enough for someone as cute as Frankie.
She was just a chubby girl with a big nose so she
understood and told Frankie it was OK, she'd have no
hard feelings when he dumped her.   Of course this got
Frankie to pledge his loyal friendship and in time it
just became an established fact that Frankie and
Darleen were boyfriend and girlfriend.   When he was
fully recovered their relationship continued in the
established manner.... they were a couple and Darleen
ran the show.

Although Frankie hadn't given a thought to a possible
next step in his and Darleen's relationship,  Darleen
had.   One day in twelfth grade study hall Darleen
leaned over to Frankie and informed him that they were
in love.  It was news to Frankie,  but after a while
he believed it too.  They pledged themselves to each
other and pledged to save their virginity for their
wedding night.

As I listened to him tell his story it was obvious
that Frankie has never been in love with her.  She has
been manipulating his emotions for years..... playing
on his sympathies to get her way.  She wangled a
promise out of Frankie that they'd be married after
college and now Frankie doesn't want to break his
word.  Frankie had wrapped up his story by saying, "I
just can't back out on Darleen after all these years.
It would ruin her life....... and the last thing I
want to do is ruin her life after all the things she's
done for me."

I didn't want to say what I was thinking, which
was.... he doesn't seem to mind ruining his own life.
I recognized that this was a delicate situation here,
but I didn't have any idea what to do about it.  I
said,     " We're still friends though, you and me,
right?" and Frankie said, "Absolutely."  Thinking to
myself,  "I guess that's going to have to be good
enough for the moment",   I said we should call it a
night and asked Frankie if he wanted to sleep in my
bed or in my sleeping bag.  He said we'd sleep in my
bed together, he wasn't afraid of me just because he
now knows I'm gay.

We needed to clean-up some before bed and since I
didn't have an extra tooth brush I just handed mine to
Frankie when I was done with it.  We'd swapped enought
spit in the past... we didn't give a second thought to
using the same toothbrush.  While he was brushing his
teeth I got undressed and hopped in the shower.  I
told Frankie I'd be quick.  He brushed his teeth, got
undressed and got right in the shower with me.

His body was skinny like mine,  but there were no
bones showing or anything like that...he had a nice,
tight, smooth body.  Healthy looking skin, very light
skin color except where his skin was lightly tan from
the summer sun.   His bright red pubes added a nice
splash of color at the middle of him and the short
bright red hair on his head dotted the "I" nicely.  A
few red hairs under his arms but, other than that,
just some almost invisible blond hairs on his arms and
legs.  Then, there was his extraordinary penis with
the large hairless balls hanging just below it.  He
was so close to perfect my eyes began to sting with
the desire I felt for him.

In his left hand Frankie was holding the little
scissors from the bathroom jar of utility items.  As
if it was the most normal thing in the world he said,
"How about getting those pubes you missed, Oliver."
I was certainly willing to go alone with him and see
what developed.  So I took the scissors and pulled at
Frankie's pubes cutting off the longer ones, the
shower pouring down on us.  There weren't a lot of
longer pubes to cut and it didn't take long......the
fine, red, cut hairs circled at our feet and then
sliding down the drain, gone forever.  I made a
project of rubbing his pube patch a few extra times
even though I knew I'd barbered all of them by now.
Opening the shower door, I flipped the scissors over
onto the counter as Frankie rubbed all around his
crotch and played with his big cock a little..

Then,  continuing to pretend that cutting your bud's
pubes was a normal endeavor, requiring no further
discussion, I mentioned how surprised l was that
Frankie was sharing a shower with me.   He said that I
must be kidding,  "Oliver, we've all taken showers
with guys all through high school gym classes.  This
is no big deal.  Jeez! "    That explanation was good
enough for me although I knew this wasn't the same
thing as showering with a lot of guys after gym, not
the same thing at all.  Without a word Frankie
surprised me again by squirting shampoo on my head and
shampooing my hair for me.  I thought, "We didn't do
this in gym class either".

Frankie was very conscientious about the shampooing.
His fingers massaged my scalp creating thick shampoo
suds that slowly drooled down my face... I kept my
eyes and mouth closed tightly as I stood up straight
for him.... I remembered the way Pete had stood while
Frankie was getting that eyelash and I tried to do it
the same way.  Frankie gave my hair the most thorough
shampoo it's ever had.... his wet slippery body
sliding against mine, I prayed that my dick would
behave.

After five luxurious minutes Frankie directed my head
right under the shower nozzle and rinsed my hair,
running his fingers through it until all the shampoo
bubbles were gone.  He said, "Now me, Oliver".  I
started doing Frankie's shampoo the same way he'd just
done mine .  Now my boner would not be denied.... it
became hard as stone and it bobbed between us feeling
tingly and oh-so-fine.  I massaged Frankie's closely
clipped scalp all around the sides and back of his
perfectly shaped head.  The feel of his head, that
closely shorn scalp of his,  was so intimate I was
soon blowing out short pants of breath.

Then, without planning to,  I pulled his forehead
against mine and shampooed the short red hairs on top
of his head with my right hand while using my left to
cup the back of his head keeping his forehead against
mine.  Frankie began moving his head from side to side
so that we were rubbing our noses against one another.
  Shortly this led to our lips meeting and we replaced
the nose rubbing with slow, lingering kisses and then
we both wrapped our arms around the other and did a
slow dance.... with music that was only in our heads.
The shower water continued rinsing the shampoo off
Frankie's head and it slid down both our faces...a
little got on our lips and our kisses tasted like
shampoo for a bit.

Frankie's big cock had quickly grown into a very big
boner and it was right next to mine,  between our
bellies.   His boner reached all the way up to my
belly button,  three inches above the head of my own
boner.  We were sucking each others neck as the warm
shower water continued pouring over us.  When I knew I
was just about ready to cum I told Frankie and he
reached down to jerk my cock saying, "Let's help each
other, Oliver".  So, he stroked my boner and, using my
whole hand,   I stroked that long, fat cock of his.
Frankie only stroked my boner five times before I saw
stars and climaxed with a force that scared me...and
then three more pretty good spurts followed right
after that first explosion.  While I was cuming I held
onto Frankie's cock like one holds onto a pole in a
swaying trolley car.  It helped me stay on my feet.

After a bit I recovered enough to jerk Frankie off and
his cum shot up all over my chest as he made grunting
sounds while biting and licking my ear.   Afterward we
both sat down on the floor of the shower stall,
exhausted,  staring at each other as the water
continued to flow all over us.  Shortly Frankie's
breathing was under control and he said, "Holy shit,
Oliver.  That was random, huh?  I sure hope you don't
get the wrong idea about this."  He followed it up
with a big, beautiful smile and I swear I was lost
again.  I didn't know what the fuck it all meant, I
truly didn't have a clue....... but I sure enjoyed it.

We stood up and began washing each other with our
soapy hands, concentrating, although not exclusively,
in the crotch and ass area, until the water began to
lose it's warmth.  Thorough rinse off in almost cool
water and then we helped each other dry-off using two
big fluffy towels.  Were we ever clean.  And, sexually
satisfied too....for the moment anyway.  While rubbing
that big towel all over Frankie I had a quizzical look
on my face catching Frankie's eye every chance I got
hoping he'd clarify what our mutual jerk-off meant to
him or meant for us.....if anything.  Frankie
maintained a playful, happy face and I had to think he
was teasing me something awful.  But, about what?
That is the question.

We both took a long beer piss, sharing the toilet
bowl, and then I grabbed two pairs of boxer shorts for
us to put on.  We padded barefoot into the kitchen for
something other than beer to drink and settled on big
glasses of orange juice.  We didn't have much to say,
but I think we felt comfortable with each other.  I
sure felt comfortable with Frankie. We sat quietly and
listened to The Fray on my CD player as it replayed
for the third time.  Finally Frankie suggested we both
take three Tylenol to help with the hangover that was
sure to greet us in the morning and then head off to
bed.  I have a double bed so there is certainly room
for two. My bedroom was air conditioned very cool and
we scrambled under the covers.

Frankie said,"It's your bed Oliver so you tell me how
you like to sleep...you know, what position you like.
Just pretend I'm not here and I'll work out a space of
my own that won't bother you."  I said, "Oh yeah,
OK....Let's see, you should face me.  Usually I sleep
best like this"  and I scooted over right in front of
him and squeezed my right arm under his neck and
hugged him into the front of my body.  We were both on
our sides now and I wrapped my other arm over his back
to get him as tight up against me as possible.  Then I
insinuated my foot, followed by my leg,  in between
Frankie's legs.  Our noses touched for a second and
then I moved the side of my face against the side of
his face and in a low voice I whispered right into his
ear, "How's this?  Comfy?"  Frankie whispered back at
me, "Perfect.  Good night, Oliver."

It wasn't even eleven o'clock,  but we'd had a very
active day and too many beers so, in each other's
arms,  we drifted off to sleep.  A little later, in my
dream,  I was having trouble getting air into my
lungs.   This caused me to open my eyes and see that
Frankie and I had scrambled about in our sleep and my
nose and mouth were now pressed against the side of
his neck partially blocking my breathing.  He smelled
so natural and so sexy I moved my nose back and forth
against his neck a half dozen times ...Mmmmmmm good.
My arm was still under Frankie's neck so I gently
pulled his sleeping head over and kissed his forehead
lightly....I couldn't help myself.  He's so special to
me.  I rubbed my nose in his short red hair and kissed
the top of his head.  Teary eyed,  I wondered how I
could love someone as much as I loved Frankie....it's
so close to being painful, yet so beautiful at the
same time.  It hurts.....

Frankie had a sleepy voice when he mumbled, "Is it
morning already, Oliver?"  I told him it wasn't even
one o'clock....."I had a dream that I was hugging my
boyfriend's neck too tighly and that woke me up " .
 When I said it I was holding Frankie around his neck
and he muttered, "I can't be your boyfriend.  I told
you that.  If I could, I would, but I can't".  I
snapped back at him, " I said it was a dream,  didn't
I ?"  He'd detected the little bit of anger in my
voice because he said, "Oh, I'm sorry.  Please don't
be mad at me, Oliver."  Oh man, I'm being a jackass
again.    I kissed his lips and said, "I love you so
much, Frankie".  The weak moon light shining on his
face, he opened his eyes wide for a second and then a
"look" in his eyes said something and his lips opened
a little and we French kissed until we both were
wearing hard boners again.

Occasionally I'll read some gay stories on 'line' and
I stumbled onto this very kewl, excellent young writer
who wrote about him and his boyfriend putting their
boners inside one or the other's boxers.  I thought
this would be cool to do so I reached down and fished
out my boner and stuck it in Frankie's fly
opening...then I pushed my nuts in there too.  Oh my
God did it ever feel fabulous to have my boner rubbing
against his extra large boner with both of them right
there inside Frankie's underpants,  laying on his
belly side by side and feeling all that warmth.  My
nuts rested on Frankie's short, silky, bright red
pubic hairs.  This unique experience for my boner
caused it to immediately grow a half an inch
longer..... pre cum drooled out of it's pee slit while
I moaned into Frankie's mouth.

We humped against each other and Frankie said, "This
is so hot, Oliver.  This is so hot.  Jesus..."  He
sucked my top lip and then licked over the front of my
teeth four or five times, as if he were getting a bit
over-stimulated.  I could feel pre cum from Frankie's
cock wetting  my cock and I wanted to taste it.  I
said, "Frankie, let me show you something I recently
learned."  I slowly pulled my face away from Frankie's
and licked down his neck and across his chest to his
nipple, which was already hard, and sucked on it with
lots of saliva.  My cock and balls pulled out of
Frankie's boxers and he goes, "Ohhh".  I said, "Oh
yeah, let's get these off" and I pulled both our
boxers off and tossed them on the floor.  Frankie
said, "This feels good."

I said, "Just wait, it get's better" and I finished
sucking both his nipples.   I licked a spit trail down
his chest and stomach to his belly button and filled
that up with spit and twirled my tongue in his belly
button till he was squirming and running his fingers
through my hair.  Lots of licking and kissing on his
lower belly caused Frankie to shudder and shiver and
moan.  I rubbed my nose in his pubes and then licked
all through them till they were wet with spit.  I was
holding his boner and moving it this way and that way
to allow me to lick all over his pubes and then
finally down the sides of his nut sack.

I was so hard myself with that tingling and buzzing
feeling at the head of my boner, as well as the same
great sensations in the debths of my nuts........I
could just imagine my cum churning around in there
getting ready for the run of it's life.  Erotic,
indescribable feelings of pleasure.  I stroked my own
boner as I was stroking Frankie's.....both boners were
wet with pre cum and my fist slid easily up and down
both shafts.  The smell of Frankie down around his
nuts was such a sexy turn-on I lapped under his balls
and licked close to his hole.  Frankie's knees were in
the air and when he felt me licking close to his hole
he spread his legs open to allow me full access to all
parts of him.

With Frankie laying exposed like that  I let go of his
cock and lifted his nuts so I could lap under them
soaking them with spit,  and then again a wet lick
within an inch of Frankie's hole.  He groaned and
scrunched his bum toward me totally exposing his anus
rosebud and I gave a full, wet, warm, slow deliberate
lick right over his hairless, clean hole and then did
it again very slowly.  I felt like I was going to
shoot off myself right then.  "Frankie went, "Ohhh,
God" and after waiting a second to see if my nuts were
going to explode, I lapped up and all around his balls
and then from the base of his boner I did a sloppy wet
lick up to his wide cock head, sucked on the head,
swallowing the precum, and then did a sloppy wet lick
down the other side of his long, fat cock.  He humped
his hips involuntarily while he moaned and groaned
some more.

While sucking on the head of his boner I forced my
eyes to look upward as much as possible so I could see
Frankie's face...his eyes and mouth were closed tight
and he was rolling his head slightly from side to side
on our pillow.  I pushed as much of Frankie's boner in
my mouth as possible and sucked and tongued it while
stoking the part that I couldn't get in my mouth and
in thirty seconds he arched his back and blew his load
in my mouth.  It drooled out both sides of my mouth
and slid down the inside and the outside of my throat.
 Letting out a long hissing noise between my teeth, I
humped my hips twice and shot my load on Frankie's
right thigh.  We both had three follow-up spurts.  All
kinds of bright colors flashed behind my eyes and my
ears felt stopped up.  No matter, I still swallowed as
much of Frankie's cum as I could.  My boner was going
down but I still stroked it....what an absolutely
awesome climax.  My best ever,  Frankie's cum tasted
slightly like beer....or maybe that was just my
imagination.

Frankie did a few more lazy humps with his hips and
then collapsed back on the mattress and let go of the
fistful of my hair he had been pulling on with both
hands.  We were both breathing hard again.  After two
minutes Frankie, in a serious manner asked, "Jeez,
what exactly do you call that, Oliver?"  Frankie
followed his rhetorical question with a chuckle.  I
swear I never know what reaction to expect from him.
Trying to be funny I answered,  "I'm thinking of
calling it a blow-job."  Frankie said, "I can't
imagine why.  You didn't do any blowing that I could
detect."

I scampered around so I was sharing the pillow with
Frankie and I could look right at him.  He had his big
friendly smile going and acted as happy as can be.  I
hugged him and he hugged back and then he gave me a
long kiss first on the side of my forehead and then on
my lips.  I felt my cum, that cum that I'd shot on
Frankie's leg, smearing off his leg onto mine as we
got tangled-up together.  I loved the feel of his
naked body against mine.  He said, "Oh, by the way
Oliver, would you please do me a favor"  I said, "If I
can, I will."  And in the same manner that you might
ask someone to set the alarm for nine o'clock in the
morning he said,  "please, don't let me fall in love
with you.  OK?" and then he covered my lips with the
palm of his hand and said, "Shhhhh, Oliver.  Let's get
back to sleep."

I lay there in his arms and thought, "Too late,
Frankie.  We're two skinny nineteen year old boys,
heading back to sleep........already in love with each
other."


to be continued...

Next...Oliver's Freshman Year

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