Date: Sat, 26 May 2012 07:47:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Boris Chen <borischen@rocketmail.com>
Subject: How I Lost My Virginity, part-5

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How I Lost My Virginity - by Boris Chen. Chapter 5. November 1993


I should jump back a bit and tell you about what happened with me and
Bethany this summer. Our moms took us to Wonderland Amusement Park this
summer, I pray they were not conspiring to match us up because mom said she
knew I was gay since grade school.


So it was the moms and Beth and me bumming around like two couples all
day. We rode every ride and a couple of them twice. She got me on the one
water ride twice, I suspect she wanted to see me wet or something because
it certainly didn't make me any happier.


It was on the Himalaya that she put the moves on me. We were riding alone
together in the car and don't get me wrong, I generally don't mind when
people touch me, even sometimes strangers, but she was arms around, clingy,
with her head in my shoulder by my neck. That started to get to be too
much. Especially because I know her enough to know that amusement park
rides do not scare Bethany.


After that ride she wanted to hold my hand and lean hard into me like she
was a scared fifth grader or something. I ended up trying to ditch her
about an hour before our designated parking lot meeting time with the
moms. Which made her mad when she found me about twenty minutes later
sitting at a shady table sipping a coke talking to some guys I ran into
from school. I acted like nothing happened, she acted like a jealous lover
having a hissy fit.


She looked so mad I thought she was going to wet her pants or get all
Jeffrey Dahmer on me. Luckily the moms showed up and she cooled her jets
and the crisis was over. Unfortunately, she forgave me within a few seconds
and tried to hold hands in the back seat of the car for the ride home. I
was never so happy to see Crow when I got home. At least he's normal and
not clingy.


Back to today's news. I got an email from Tom, he got his test results in
the mail since he forgot to call, he was very negative for Hepatitis and
HIV and about everything else they tested him for. But he did say his blood
sugar was 2 points below normal.


Like him, I also forgot, so while he was on the phone I set it down, walked
out to our mailbox and found mine too. All totally negative. I set the
print out on my mother's bedroom dresser and never said a word about it. I
told him the next time I could have company over would be the weekend after
finals, or Thanksgiving week. He sounded disappointed but agreed to save
the date and talk it over with his mom to make sure they didn't have any
travel plans. I didn't know if we had any.


The days went by quickly. I studied like a mad man for the end of the
semester looking forward to a week off for Thanksgiving. Mom told me
several days ahead that we might be driving down to see her parents on
Galveston Island for the weekend. I moaned and bitched and called Tom.


R: "Guess what?"


T: “What?”


R: "Mom says we may drive to Galveston for Thanksgiving vacation.”


T: “You have to go too?"


R: "Yep, me and the dog too. It's a twelve hour car ride."


T: “Fuck! So much for our plans then."


R: “What are you guys doing for Thanksgiving?”


T: "Mom said we are staying home because she has to work, this is her
holiday to work, but she gets Christmas off.”


R: “Want me to see if you can come along with us?”


T: “To your grandparents place for how many days?”


R: “Like one day down, three nights there, and one day back."


T: "Are they cool, your grandparents?"


R: "My guess is my mom will talk things over with grandpa before we go down
there to smooth things over if you went along.”


T: "So they're not redneck about gays?"


R: "Oh hell no. They're card carrying liberals. My mom is their odd
conservative daughter and she's tolerant of my crap."


T: “Let me talk to mom, I'll call you back. Talk to your peeps,
okay?”


R: "Fine. Call back in one hour, okay?"


T: "Later..."


Click.


“Hey Mom, can Tom come with us to Galveston?"  "I'll have to talk
to your grandparents first honey, but I'm pretty sure they won't mind."
"Thanks Mom, let me know tomorrow, okay?” "Sure Honey."


I went to the computer and wrote out a quick email to Tom almost 55 minutes
before he was due to call me back.


`Tom, she said she'd have to ask her parents but she thinks it would not be
a problem if you wanted to come along. We’d pay for your stuff so
you only need to bring clothes." Clicked SEND.


The days went by and Thanksgiving school holiday arrived. Finals week was
Nov 15-19. Then we were off for the entire next week. We emailed lots
during finals week but never talked on the phone. I told him I was bringing
my camera and two rolls of B&W film that he should plan on being
photographed a lot by the ocean. Tom never said anything about it.


On the last day of school, the Friday before we got off for nine days for
Thanksgiving I was walking down the hallway heading to my locker. I saw
Daniel talking to two sophomore kids I didn’t know but had seen
before. I knew them to be on the redneck side. I smelled trouble. Here were
two boys in jeans and long sleeve shirts talking to Daniel with long hair,
skin tight black jeans, tie-dyed shirt with rainbow wrist bands and two
necklaces. He loved his bling. Daniel was leaning with his back against the
lockers, the other two were standing close. I could almost hear them
talking from three classrooms away and closing.


Now you gotta remember, Daniel is small, maybe 5'7” and doesn't
cast much of a shadow, plus he lip reads and relies a lot on his hearing
aids which few kids at school know he wears. I saw one of the two boys
shaking his finger and start tapping Daniel on the chest. I was now two
classrooms away. The other boy put his hand on Dan's chest and pressed him
into the lockers, Daniel was un-flinching and not trying to get away. I
could hear the F-word fly a few times as one kept pushing his upper body
repeatedly into the lockers behind him.


At one classroom away I changed course heading for just behind them towards
the center of the hallway. My blood was starting to boil and I felt my face
turning red with anger. Daniel never pushed his gayness on anyone and never
spoke out loud about his personal life, so this could only be one thing,
redneck anti-gay rage.


When I was within 10 feet I willed myself to turn to steel and walked
straight into the side of the kid with his hand on Dan’s chest. I
raised my hands and violently shoved the two of them sideways, falling into
each other and onto the hallway floor. They both jumped up to their feet, I
grabbed the one guy by the neck as he arose and shoved him backwards again
onto his butt and yelled at him to leave Dan alone. The second guy came at
me with a swing, but I ducked and he hit nothing but air above my head. As
his arm swung his upper body around I shoved him hard backwards into the
lockers and yelled at him to please take another swing, as I stepped into
his face. Being six feet tall sometimes has its advantages.


By this time enough people were standing around and a teacher came by to
break up the fight. All four of us were taken to the office to explain what
happened. Dan and I were released, the two boys in blue jeans got ISS for
the rest of this year, their final warnings before suspension. It's rare
that I get that angry at anything. They were lucky it wasn’t
something like ‘bring your dog to school day!' Crow would not have
been as diplomatic.


When we left the principals office Daniel and I headed for the nearest
bathroom, luckily in a part of the school near the boiler room and gym
lockers so it was rather clean and quiet. I pulled him by his arm into the
corner stall and slid the lock on the door. I turned to look at him, he had
red eyes with tears streaming down his cheeks. I pulled him into me tightly
and held him. I slowly turned us around so I could lean into the block wall
pulling him with me. I pressed his head into my chest and held him tight
until he stopped crying. I bet we were in that bathroom stall for maybe
twelve minutes. We never spoke. He melted into me. I held him like he was
my own kid.


After some time we went to the sinks to wash our faces and check our
looks. Still not speaking. We glanced over at each other a few times sort
of smiling. I could hear one of his hearing aids start to squeal while he
combed his hair in the mirror. When it looked like we were both ready to
return to life he leaned over kissing me on the side of the face. Then it
was over.


Finals week ended with little fanfare since the final act is report cards
after Thanksgiving break.


We departed for Galveston Island Saturday morning after finals
week. Departure time was 4am. Tom promised to be ready and in his driveway
at 4:15am, which he was. My grandparents told mom they were looking forward
to meeting Tom. I drove us to his place. Mom and Crow meshed together in
the back seat. I drove us to Lubbock. Tom drove us to Abilene, mom drove
the rest of the way. We got there around 6pm after several short stops to
pee, walk the dog, and for food on the run.


My grandparents live on a golf course west of Galveston in a house on steel
beams about eight feet in the air. The house itself is a concrete box, so
are the ceilings, but there is a wood roof over the top making it look like
a regular house for the gulf coast. Under the house is their garage and
storage shed. So the place mostly looks like a regular old two story house
on the golf course. But after grandpa gave us the tour we could the see the
place was a fortress that would withstand any hurricane and a moderate
nuclear blast too, except the windows might blow out if they didn't shut
the steel shutters ahead of time.


Tom and the old folks made instant friends. We never acted gay in front of
them. They put mom in grandpa's office room and me and Tom in a queen size
bed in their spare bedroom. Wow! I'm not sure if that was a message or not
but we never acted like lovers or anything other than good friends. This
room had its own small bathroom with a sink, toilet, and stand-up
shower. They already had towels on the bed when we walked in. We did go to
bed early that night after showering alone. We slept all night without much
more than a peck on the cheek.


Sunday morning grandma woke us up by knocking on the door around 8am asking
if we wanted to eat. By 9am we were all done eating and walking Crow in the
strange neighborhood. He acted like he couldn’t poop on sand at
first but after a while he gave in and found a clump of grass to squat
over. Dogs!


We got on our swimming suits because of the record warm temps and walked to
the beach about five blocks away. The place was so desolate I let Crow off
the leash and he went crazy running around the beach, tasting salt water
for the first time, chasing sea gulls, getting wet, and in general acting
like a crazy dog having a blast on his first ever beach trip. I took about
five photos of him in the surf.


R: "Let’s walk down to those rocks down there?”


T: “Okay."


We slowly walked west along the shoreline as Crow kept within 100 feet the
having a great time running wild. The sun was really warm. The water was
like in the 80’s, not quite bathtub warm but very nice for
November.


We got to a group of boulders some maybe three feet tall, with places you
could sit on most of them. I had Tom sit so I could take his picture. Crow
walked up to watch. Tom seemed a little uneasy. There was nobody
around. Only some cars way off in the distance on Seawall Blvd.


R: "Take off your shirt."


T: “Oh?"


R: “Please?"


He stared for a moment, then gave in pulling his t-shirt off over his
head. He adjusted his hair with his right hand. I waited briefly for his
nipples to relax and get un-crinkly then I shot four pictures of him from
different angles.


R: "Okay, take off the rest of your clothes."


T: "Excuse me?”


R: "Oh come on, I develop these at home, nobody but you and me's ever gonna
see them and if it bothers you I can give you the negatives. You can even
be there when I develop and print them too. I promise.”


With a steely expression on his face, he put his thumbs under his
waistband, slid his shorts and undies off in one movement leaving his shoes
on.


Again I paused to let his nipples relax while we kept watch for any other
tourists. After about ten minutes I took about ten shots of him on two
different rocks, sitting and laying on his back, then two more wading out
into the water nude from behind. He looks so hot all sweaty and wet. Tom
has the best small muscles in his upper body.


We were gone for almost two hours when we started back for the bunker - my
grandparents house.


T: "Are they retired?"


R: “Yep, they’re both retired professors from the medical
school. Grandma is a chemist and grandpa is a microbiologist, both have
PhDs."


T: "Wow, brainiac family?"


R: "Not me. I must take on after my father, whoever he was.”


T: "They sure seem normal."


R: "Yeah, I just don't know them real well."


We walked for almost one hour to get back to the Davis bunker on steel
stilts with the great dane who was very thirsty. Tom stayed outside with
Crow while I got a five gallon bucket from under the house, filled it and
brought it to his delight. Outside he could drip and shake all he wanted
and I had nothing to clean-up. Crow was surprisingly quiet and cooperative,
except for his little poop crisis on sand. I rinsed off his feet before we
went up stairs into the house for dinner.


At dinner Grandma asked us how we met. I replied that we met on Compuserve,
then Tom added, “In the gay youth forum chat room.” Much to
my surprise they both smiled and said nothing further. My guess is mom must
have had the talk with them already, maybe years ago. Tom was guilty by
association. And this was the first time I had seen them here on the island
in almost four years.


We had a great dinner of fish and chips that grandma made. We sat around
the living room showing off tricks that Crow could do, reluctantly. We told
them the story of the living room window and Crow's killing in the
street. After the story Grandpa made Crow an ice cream cone, so they became
best friends.


We made it to bed around 9:30pm. Tom pulled off his shirt and climbed into
bed in his dry trunks. Crow followed getting into my spot. I slowly removed
all my clothes putting on a show for Tom. Just on a lark I opened the
drawer next to the bed and was stunned by what I saw. I reached in and
pulled out a small tube of water based lube and a pack of condoms. I showed
it to Tom, whose face instantly turned red. Red as much as a half-mexican
can turn red faced!


I climbed over the dog between Crow and Tom facing Tom laying on my
side. We kissed for a while, then he got out of bed to turn off the lights
in the room but left enough light coming in from the window that we could
still see each other.


I was sandwiched between Crow and Tom. I placed my hand on his chest to
gently fingertip massage his nipples and check out his bellybutton a few
times too. He laid on his back with his arms over his head, pits exposed,
eyes closed, breathing deep and slow. Eventually I made it to his dick,
which was hot, hard, and dripping profusely.


R: "Who goes first?”


T: "What you mean?”


R: “Isn't this the night we've waited for since late October?”


T: “Oh that. Only if you want to."


R: "Yes. I’ve been thinking about this a lot. I’d rather be
in my own bed at home, just you and me, but the folks seem to be cool about
us so I say we try it out here. That's only if you agree?"


T: "Well this isn't my first time so maybe it's not as big a deal for me,
but you are still a virgin, right?"


R: “Yep. Something I'm not overly proud of. But it makes my mom
happy."


T: “There is some pain involved the first time, just so you know."


R: "Oh great. I’ll try not to scream and wake the old folks.”


T: "I was more worried about the dog thinking I was hurting you."


R: "Oh don't worry about him, he's off duty and sound asleep. Some
watchdog, aye?"


T: “Don't knock it man. Okay, then I'll get the lube."


Tom got up from bed walked around, took the tube of gel from the nightstand
drawer and climbed back into his spot. As he climbed back into bed he
suggested I have the dog sleep on the floor and then I should lay on my
stomach, while he dropped his trunks to the floor.


I got out of bed and searched the room finding a spare blanket and pillow
in the closet. So I made a nest for Crow on the floor next to my side of
the bed. It took a while but I got him woke up and off the bed and into his
nest next to the bed. He promptly fell asleep again. Nice watchdog!


Tom went into the bathroom and returned with a box of tissues while I laid
on my tummy on the bed. He locked the bedroom door as he walked past and
climbed back into the large bed now on his side by my side. He slid his
hand up and down my lower back and butt cheeks, which felt really nice.


Then venturing into new territory for me he started to slide his finger
tips between my butt cheeks and down to the back side of my balls. I don't
think I have ever been touched there before, it was electric!


He got up slightly, set the tube-o-lube on my lower back and spread my
cheeks to inspect me. He never said a word.


With one hand he held my cheeks apart and dripped several drops of lube
into my crack and onto my butt hole. Then he rubbed his fingers up and down
my crack stopping on top of my hole to gently massage it with a circular
motion.


I had only ever touched my butt to wash myself or wipe my ass after taking
a shit, so the idea of getting pleasure from being touched there was
totally new. And I was like shocked at how good that could feel. I could
feel my dick start to get hard under my belly so I reached under to aim him
at my stomach, then back to relaxing while Tom gently massaged my hole.


Slowly over time he gently inserted his finger and slowly slid it in and
out. What a wonderful feeling it got to be after a while. At first I
thought he was making me crap myself and the bed but he explained to me
that there is no poop right inside our holes unless we feel like we have to
take a crap really bad right now. He said calling gays fudge packers is
really a misnomer.


I have no idea how much time passed but eventually he got two fingers
inside me. I laid there on my stomach enjoying the entire thing except for
a few moments of discomfort here and there. Tom was very gentle and kind
explaining what he was doing ahead of time.


Finally my time had arrived. He was massaging my hole with two fingers,
sometimes spread apart, very well lubed and stretched. He told me he was
going to quickly roll on top of me, removing his fingers and sticking his
boner inside before I had the chance to shrink back to normal size. It
happened just like that. And without much pain at all I lost my virginity
to Tom there in my grandparents 2nd bedroom at 11:10pm on a Sunday night. I
realized that I could never get my virginity back once I gave it up to Tom.


In a quick moment it happened. He pulled out his fingers, grabbed his
boner, slid himself a little up and down in my butt crack, found the spot
and slowly pressed inward. The feeling of pressure built quickly, then
slowly as if a large but squishy turd was trying to find its way back
inside me, he slid his dick inside me then slowly moved to lay more on top
of me than before.


I could feel the pressure at my hole increase and this weird sliding
feeling and a general sense of fullness inside me increase as he slowly
slid his entire 5.5" length into me. It wasn't warm or anything just like
an object was going inside a place I never knew I had before. This space
inside me slowly got larger as he worked himself all the way in. I was
briefly mentally in awe as it happened, caught in the new feelings and
emotions. Not sure why I felt all emotional but for some reason I nearly
cried. But I felt at peace. It was really strange. Almost forgot totally
about Tom laying on top of me on my back but there he was.


My brain was totally focused on my back side. I mentally scanned my back
and felt the contours of his body. I could feel the bulk of his chest
muscles and his arms next to mine. I felt his face in and around the back
of my head and neck as if he was a couple inches shorter than me now.


I felt the warm flatness of his belly into the middle and lower parts of my
back. I could sort of feel the roughness of his pubic hair on my butt
cheeks and I think I could feel the cool mass of his nut sack on my cheeks
too. Then his legs got twisted up into mine, they touched here and there
with no sense of a pattern or rules or anything. Our legs were in like a
knot or some kind of anatomy puzzle to be sorted out later.


Tom started to slowly pull his dick out, until I thought he would fall out,
then he slowly pushed all the way back in. Luckily I was very well
lubricated or it might have hurt. On the out-strokes it felt like I was
taking a crap but on the in strokes it felt wonderful. Over time my brain
seemed to re-assign a new value to the sensation of the out strokes and
they too became magical.


After years of taunting at school and hearing other kids make fun of gays
as being `fudge packers’ and stuff, here I was feeling it for
myself for the very first time and I was most definitely in love with this
act. The sensation of having another guy’s hard dick inside me was
wonderful.


I thought briefly of the years I lost because I listened to them, believing
the words of people who knew nothing. This was not gross or immoral or even
wrong, it was powerfully sensual, pleasurable, relaxing, exciting, and very
romantic. The only thing I didn't like was my face in a pillow and Tom
behind me. I was almost overtaken again with emotion. I felt tears dripping
sideways across my face and nose into the pillow. I prayed Tom
didn’t see. He was still slowly mounting me and I was still caught
up in these new emotions and feelings. Who knew what time it was or if
anything existed outside my own little planet right here in bed. Tom kept
it up, we never spoke.


After a while I became aware that I was also slowly sliding up and down on
the bed along with his movements, I think I was daydreaming and lost my
awareness of him but he was picking up speed a bit. Tom started sucking on
my earlobe and kissing the side of my face and neck.


The only feelings I had now were this wonderful feeling of massage as he
slid his dick in and out of me. It was a feeling not unlike when I grab my
own dick with my right hand and slowly slid it up and down past the rim of
the head of my dick, only in a different spot. My dick was starting to get
sore being smashed between me and the bed with Tom's added weight.


He started moaning a little into my ear, then he rammed his dick in and
pressed in hard and I heard him whisper, "oh fuck!" into my ear. I could
feel his dick pulsing and twitching inside me. He must be cumming I
thought. Moments later he pulled totally out and quickly climbed off the
bed to grab paper towels from the bathroom. He washed the lube and cum off
his body in the sink and returned to the bed. With one hand he spread my
butt cheeks and wiped my crack as if he was cleaning a baby's butt, I
remained motionless on my tummy still while he cleaned me.


I heard him pee into the toilet then come back to bed where he laid next to
me with his arm over my back. He pressed his lips into mine and we sucked
face. I felt all sweaty and exhausted, but I never did any work, just lost
in thought.


After a few moments of sharing our tongues he pulled back. I opened my
eyes. He saw my tears, reached in with his fingertips and wiped them off my
face and nose.


T: "How was it?”


R: “Wonderful. I’m not crying because something is wrong,
everything was fine. Thanks.


T: “Maybe I don't understand. I'm sorry if I hurt you. Is there
something you need to tell me.”


R: “No. It was wonderful. Not sure why I’m so emotional
right now, just ignore me." I said closing my eyes.


Tom still feeling uncomfortable with my tears leaned back into me and
kissed me on the side of my face and rubbed my back gently. "Why don't you
roll over.”


I did what he said, I rolled onto my back giving my boner some relief. He
leaned over taking me into his mouth and gently worked the head of my dick
with his tongue and lips. It lasted about 45 seconds and I felt the orgasm
start. I whispered, "cumming” but he ignored me and kept up his
work. I moaned with each pump of semen, he laid motionless with the side of
his face on my tummy sucking each drop of cum from the head of my dick.


I felt my body unwinding, like it took all the strength I had left to
cum. It seemed to go on forever. But Tom never flinched, coughed or made
any other noises. I whimpered slightly with each of the larger pulses as my
orgasm rocked me from the entire inside of my body, except maybe not my
legs. Then it all got still.


I opened my eyes to see the back of his head and his back laying sideways
across my belly. He was starting to move a little and used his hand to milk
any remaining drops of my cum from my dick, he licked those tiny last drops
like a popsicle and gently laid my dick on my stomach, then turned around
to face me with his head still on my stomach.


He reached up sliding his left hand across my chest stopping to inspect
closely my nipples which suddenly looked larger, fuller, and more puffy
than normal. He fingertip touched them one at a time gently enough they
never got crinkly. I couldn’t tell if my dick was re-hardening or
not but my dick loved having my tits played with. Tom was wrapped up in my
chest, I watched his eyes as he got lost in his own little world. He has a
really wonderful face. I love his full puffy lips and beckoning dark brown
eyes seem to force me to stare into them as if I might actually see
something in them some day. They’re like dark holes into his soul
if you stared long enough.


We both fell asleep that way.


Next thing I knew the sun was up and my mom was knocking on the bedroom
door. I became aware of her saying, "Hey sleepyheads, time to get up."
still gently knocking on the door and jiggling the door knob. I looked at
Tom, whose head was still on my stomach, his eyes were now open.


R: "I'm up Mom, be there in a minute.”


M: "Breakfast is ready but going fast." She said into the door.


R: "Be right there."


I pushed Tom's head off my belly. I climbed out of bed, catching a glimpse
of the clock, it said 8:39am as I headed for the bathroom to pee.


Within three minutes we were both dressed, hair combed, teeth brushed, and
emerging from the bedroom, down the hallway, making the turn into the
kitchen and were greeted with three inquisitive looks from the table where
my grandparents and mom were sitting reading the Galveston Daily News.


GM: "Boys sleep well, it took your mom forever to wake you two up.”


R: "I slept like a log all night, that room is wonderful. Thanks Gram."


T: "Yeah, I don’t even remember falling asleep."




M: “What do you two have planned for today.”


R: “I think we're gonna take Crow down the beach again to those
boulders and maybe even try to swim if we get used to the temperature."


My grandfather warned us about the rip tides that can come and go and how
to swim out of an off beach current if we get caught. He suggested we keep
the dog in very shallow water because he cannot be warned or taught how to
escape, and that there have been a number of dogs drowned by the currents
off those beaches.


After eating a small pile of eggs and toast I grabbed the leash and took
Crow for his morning walk, he smiled at me. Tom stayed at the table reading
the sports section of the Daily News while the old folks cross examined
him. I knew they were curious but not too intrusive with their questioning.


I knew his slight gay accent would further cement their concept of us being
a couple more then two friends. But my grandparents were always
respectful. Tom and I always spoke with our best manners with them in
return.


Crow got his stuff done quickly. I sat on the bottom step of the stairs
heading into their kitchen door. Crow walked up to me, licked me across the
face, a little one anyway. He seemed to be saying that he was having a nice
time and he appreciated the attention. I scratched his head and behind his
ears. He tilted his head and pressed back into my fingers and started to
moan a little with pleasure. Then he shook his entire body, wagged his tail
and glanced at the top of the stairs, I got up so we both climbed the steps
back inside. He paused at the bucket then climbed the stairs after drinking
his fill of cold clear Texas coast tap water.


Back inside the family wanted to hear more of our plans and exactly where
those boulders were. I tried my best to explain the route we took, then
grandpa said he knew exactly where we were. Tom got up from the table, we
headed for the bedroom for our gear, then back out to hike the blocks to
the beach then west towards the boulders.


This time there were some clouds in the sky offering a mix of sunshine and
shade. Tom tried the water but only for a few minutes, then I went in while
he kept a hand on Crow who watched closely but never showed any interest in
getting wet himself. When I sunk down to my neck in waist deep water he
woofed at me once as if to admonish me about what the old folks said, so I
returned to the boulders while Tom watched me approach with the look of
lust in his eyes.


Back by Tom I explained what photos I wanted to take of him today, more
nudes. Tom was of course hesitant but as long as I kept up the artistic
side of my speech he seemed reluctantly willing to go along with my
photography experiment knowing he would have final control over the product
of my work, as promised.


I posed him standing, walking, laying and playing in the water along the
shore all in B&W and only when the sun shone directly on him. Wet and shiny
I felt he would look really hot in B&W with his dark skin on the pearl
white sand of the Texas gulf shore. I took about 15 shots of him. I changed
rolls mid-way into our shoot and was now on my 2nd roll of film.  I got one
shot of him and Crow nose to nose with the gulf waters as a background in
the brilliant noon sunshine. Crow didn't understand the camera but he liked
the activity and attention of posing. I thought to myself I should try to
teach him what a camera did. I knew he understood that stuff on TV was not
real just representations of real things.


After a few hours we were all getting hot and thirsty so we headed for the
bunker. About 40 minutes later we walked into the driveway. Tom grabbed the
bucket for Crow, he seemed to lap up a whole gallon of water, then about
one third of that leaked back out onto the driveway as he stood tail
wagging looking at us watching him with a silly expression on his face. I
knew he was enjoying this trip and just seemed really happy. He was after
all my first priority, like having a child of my own. Tom understood I was
totally responsible for his care and that Crow and I were very close.


We all went inside after rinsing sand off our feet and paws. Mom was on the
sofa reading. The old folks were gone, mom said they went to the store in
town for groceries for our last night together.


Tom and I went to our room while Crow climbed on the sofa by mom probably
intending to milk some scratching from her finger nails.


We closed the door and flopped onto our backs on our made bed just staring
at the white textured ceiling. I reached over taking Tom's hand into mine.


Tom rolled onto his side facing me, "Can I tell you something?"


R: "Sure, this sounds serious."


T: “Nah, it's all good. I just wanted to say thanks for taking
me. I think this is one of the best trips I have ever taken in my life. I
just wanted you to know that now before it ended. I’m really happy
here.” As he said that he laid his hand on my tummy over my
shirt. I turned my head to look him in the eye and smile back. “I'm
having a great time too, thanks for coming along. This is probably the best
trip I have ever had down here.” He leaned in laying a kiss on the
corner of my mouth. I turned my head, closed my eyes. Our lips met and
started sucking face like two lovers for several minutes. I felt my dick
get hard.


There was a knock on the door, mom opened up without waiting for a
response. I’m sure she saw us sucking face briefly, a first for
her. I lifted my head, Tom turned to face her.


M: “Can you boys go outside to carry in all the bags for your
grandparents, they should be home any minute now."


T: "Sure mom." Tom said without hesitation. In seconds we were up getting
our shoes on, down the stairs to the driveway just in time to see them
drive down the street, up the curb into the driveway and watch as the
electric door lifted the garage open. Brake lights came on and in a couple
seconds the car motor stopped and a clunk released the back door on their
SUV, we grabbed all the sacks in one trip hauling them up stairs to the
kitchen table. Mom started to unload as the old folks eventually made it
inside. I wondered how much longer they would be able to make those stairs
without any help. It must suck having to climb almost thirty steps with
arthritis in your knees.


I started a load of laundry for Tom and Mom while they slowly started
readying for the big evening meal. Grandma quizzed Tom about his kitchen
skills from his years at the grille in Amarillo.


While they talked Grandpa came up to me, put his hand on my shoulder, asked
me if we could speak privately in his study. I told him ‘sure' then
we walked down the hallway to the one room in their house I never saw
inside, he opened the door to reveal a small room with a desk, sofa,
leather recliner, tons of books on shelves and some neat track lighting
above. I was expecting some sort of gay speech or something about morals or
safe sex but what he said really shocked me.


GP: "Robbie, I don't want you to take this the wrong way but you know here
on the gulf coast we're kind of in a caribbean culture. So I have one
question I need to ask, and I'm not trying to be disrespectful or anything,
okay?"


R: “Sure, go ahead."


GP: "Son, have you ever heard of Bob Marley?”


R: "Huh?" I said almost choking at his question.


GP: “Bob Marley, have you ever heard of him?”


R: “Well Grandpa, I think I did, like didn't he die or something a
few years ago. I think he was a musician or something?”


GP: "Your close. He died two years ago in Florida of cancer, but he
basically invented the modern version of a music style called Reggae."


I watched as he turned on his stereo, walked over to the office door and
push it shut. It was then that I noticed that there were some rather large
speakers built into the book shelves. Holy crap, my grandpa is a closet
reggae rocker!


He played one song, I saw the CD case it was the song One Love/People Get
Ready. It sounded like what I assume is Jamaican folk music. Very acoustic,
very natural. I started to really get into it after a few seconds. It was
very different from what I always assumed Bob Marley or Reggae was
about. He cranked it up loud about 45 seconds into the song. I closed my
eyes and imagined Tom and me on a secluded beach in Jamaica, laying at the
edge of the water with gentle waves lapping around us as we kissed in the
late afternoon sun. He was golden brown and very wet. I was horny as hell
and wanting more. I think I got a boner thinking about where this song
could take me....  After it was done he slowly lowered the volume. I had a
big smile on my face.


I stood up, walked over to him and hugged him and in that instant I knew we
both got-it. I was hooked. We didn't need to say anything more. We walked
quietly to the kitchen where grandma, mom and Tom were staring expecting
what I have no idea. Blood shot eyes? I guess grandpa blasting his stereo
is an uncommon event. We both must have had smiles on our face. Our moments
in his office were never mentioned out loud afterwards. It was awkward and
cool at the same time.


By 6pm dinner was almost ready. We all basically helped prepare the
meal. Everybody had some task. We had fresh gulf fish, salad, green beans,
baked potato, macaroni salads, spinach, and everybody got a glass of wine
without asking. We paused for a few toasts before eating.


Grandpa lead the first round raising his glass towards the center of the
table he said, "I propose a toast to my lovely daughter Lisa and her son
and his two best friends. May your lives be long and prosperous." `Hurray!'
we all responded. My mom was the next to raise her glass offering, "To love
and family.” `Hurray!' we all replied. That left us all glancing at
each other. I decided to keep my trap shut but I glanced at Tom trying to
give him my permission to say anything he wanted. "To love, good dogs, and
the beautiful state of Texas!” he proclaimed loudly. We clinked our
glasses, taking a sip of wine, then digging into dinner passing platters of
fish and veggies around the table in both directions, a real traffic
disaster. We laughed, talked, told stories, and shared pieces of food with
the great dane standing by the table like long lost best friends. It had to
be one of the best dinners I ever had.


I noticed Crow was standing between my grandparents trying to look like he
hadn’t been fed in six weeks. Cow eyes and lowered head and
everything he could muster to look pathetic. Mom never said a word, neither
did I. When grandma got to the end of her wine she offered the remainder to
Crow which he slowly sniffed, staring at the wine glass, then out came that
long great dane tongue. We all watched as he lapped up the remaining ounce
or two of white wine as if it was 120 degrees or something. He licked his
mouth and kept up licking his face for a little while while he sampled his
first ever sips of an alcoholic drink and first ever wine. He was very
funny to watch, we all laughed. Crow's tail swung slowly side to side as he
enjoyed being almost at the table but all the way a part of the party. I
caught a glimpse of him smiling, so I told everyone that he was very happy
to be here and really liked being included at the table. Everyone stopped
for a moment while I interpreted his body language. I had to explain my
statement but nobody questioned what I said on his behalf.


Then grandpa raised his glass offering one last toast when we were all
mostly done eating. “To good dogs, man's best friend." `Hurray' we
all replied. Crow stood by the table between my grandparents smiling, tail
wagging, looking very happy. Tom and mom never said a word, they trusted my
ability to read Crow.


After the last bite was consumed we all helped clear the table and get the
dishes into the machine. We went to the living room but this time the TV
remained off. My grandparents into their recliners with mom on the loveseat
and me and Tom on the other loveseat.  Just to be brave I slipped my hand
between my thigh and Tom's to gently hold his hand. I doubt anyone could
see.


We talked about the rest of the year for us. My grandparents gave us the
obligatory speech about college, which we both agreed was our plans but
wanted to take a short time off after high school to consider our options
and lives. Tom and I both spoke of different plans and goals. He had
already thought about going to a culinary school far from Amarillo and
returning some day to open his own restaurant. I talked about journalism
and photography. The old folks offered some suggestions. Mom kept to
herself. It was getting to around 8pm when I said I needed to take the
doggie outside to do his stuff. Tom followed, I never had to say or gesture
to Crow, he knew from the words I spoke.


We walked down the street my grandparents place was on, across the street
for the entire block there are no houses, only sand and weeds. He
eventually found the best spots and did his business. We walked back to the
garage where he never flinched when I wiped the sand off his four feet and
walked up the stairs with Crow in the lead. He had to climb the steps
without stopping so he didn't slip. Whatever. I think dog feet are not
really designed for most man made surfaces. Maybe a thousand years now dogs
will be born with rubber suction cup feet, today they slip and slide on our
floors but never complain.


That night we all went to bed early. Tom and I went right for the
shower. We climbed out of our clothes in a flash while walking into the
tiny bathroom off our bed room. We both fit but it was close, which was
good. Crow climbed up onto the bed trying to claim the best spot ahead of
time.


We sucked face for a while in the shower then washed each other from head
to toe, stopping to slowly scrub each others butt and dick. I snuck my
tongue into his bellybutton a few times. It’s so deep and perfect
it really attracts me.


In less than an hour we were both asleep. Mom said we would be up early for
the trip home.


Around 5am mom woke us up. Grandma was also up early with a small breakfast
ready, eggs, toast, coffee, OJ, and bottled waters to go. We drove slowly
out of the neighborhood. I sat in the back seat with Crow, we watched out
the window as our beach faded from view. He jabbed his nose into the side
of my head. We melted together in the large back seat just me and Crow
trying to fall asleep in the dark Texas early morning. Mom drove us to
Houston, Dallas, Wichita Falls, then Tom drove the rest of the way to his
driveway.


We arrived at our house around 8pm. Mom called Galveston to let them know
we arrived safely. Crow was glad to be back in his own back yard peeing on
grass. I stripped to my shorts and carried my laundry to the utility room
while mom went through the mail. She ignored me as usual. By 9pm I was in
my bed asleep. Woke up wednesday morning feeling like my old self. Crow and
I went to play tennis and take a long walk to check out the latest smells
on his favorite walk path. I took a few photos of Crow to finish off the
roll of film in the camera.


When I got home I emailed Tom to let him know I was ready to develop his
photos if he wanted to be there.


That was a great trip.




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