Date: Sun, 31 Jul 2011 16:01:08 -0600
From: rob loveboy <loveboyrob2@gmail.com>
Subject: Jack&Jill-Went-Downhill-20

I laid on the floor for the longest time bawling like a baby. It was Morgan
that comforted me by laying down and holding me tight.

"It's okay to cro'y, Jacky. I tink even big boys cro'y when der feew'in
bad." he stroked my hair, "I don' tink Jewl meaned to punch you in da nose
and make ya b'weed. -- I tink he feel sad 'bout dat and dat's why he weft.
Da ya tink he wiwl come back soon, Jacky?"

"I hope so, Morgan." I sobbed, "But what he did to you was wrong. He hurt
you!"

"Yeah... it hurted a watt, I gueth. Ony when he put it in my bum, 'dough.
Ebryting else feeled nice like he staid it would." Morgan relayed, "But why
did ya jump on him and punch him, Jacky? Dat wasn't nice ya know!"

"You're right, Morgan, that wasn't nice at all and I shouldn't have done
that." I said with remorse, "Lets get you dressed and on your way."

I check his behind one last time, other than being purple and matching his
mouth from the Popsicle, there was no bleeding and just a slight swelling.
The 'love bites' of course weren't going to fade anytime soon and I had no
way of knowing about possible internal injuries.

I snorted a couple of lines of Coke and laid down naked on my bed nursing a
headache from the punch and then the run in with the night table. Jillian
stopped short of plummeting me into oblivion. My nose hurt like hell but
stopped bleeding, at least it wasn't broken.

I must have dozed off for while and awoke to noise coming from the window.
It wasn't Jill, it was Sheldon. One look at my swollen eyes, bruised
forehead and blood crusted nostrils, his jaw dropped and eyes popped out of
their sockets.

"Jacky what the fuck happened to you?" he asked leaning over for a closer
inspection of the damage. "Where's Jill... did he do this to you?"

I didn't want to admit it. I didn't want to tell him all the gory details
that led up to it. The less people knew the safer things were but I broke
down and told him everything. About Jill's sordid past and present; about
Texas, the brothers, the party, even how we drugged him the previous
day. Everything right down to the rape of little Morgan. I had to get it all
off my chest and conscience and Sheldon held me tight as I bawled and
sputtered the unthinkable truth.

Ironic was the fact that I was baring my soul laying naked and fully exposed
in his arms. The symbolic revelation hadn't occurred to me until I felt his
hand caress my junk. By the time I finished my barrage of tell-all,
no-holds-barred account of events I was fully aroused, craving his intimacy.
I wasn't in love with Sheldon but I needed him. I needed him to make love to
me, as strange as that seemed at the time of angst.

No words needed said. His tender kiss upon my lips turned into a ravage of
mouth exploration and the tearing at his clothing until I had his own
excited member in my hand and worked it into me, my knees in my face then
scissoring his torso after entry. He slid in so painless yet filling a very
comfortable capacity. His first time, so gentle and caring of my well being.
No thrust, no diving, just lustful plunges then ease of withdrawal over and
over. It was the way it was meant to be. Instead of my face smothered in a
chest, it met his own and our tongues danced a rhythmic tango only ceasing
to catch our breaths and gasp in pleasure.

I came first, a powerful orgasm without physical manipulation. My cock
pulsed and emptied sandwiched between our bellies giving a slick coating
that he slithered over until his final push and moment of bliss. I could
feel his cock hemorrhage and throb within me.

We laid there a long time well after we disengaged, physical limitations and
shrinkage left a void almost immediately. I thought of Jill at that moment;
my favorite time was when he finished his aggression deep into me and
deflating. Inch by sensuous inch his girth was felt retracting in a most
pleasurable way until a cough, a muscle spasm or sudden Charlie horse caused
complete extraction from my innards. I missed him then, and I cried.

The feeling was lost, I pulled away from Sheldon ashamed at my behaviour. I
had used him for reasons unknown, which under the circumstances seemed
inappropriate. How could I possibly have had sex with someone after
experiencing such mental anguish.  I had degraded myself again by allowing
another boy to fuck me and kiss me like he would a girl. It was disgusting!

I covered my shameful nudity with the sheet. Sheldon must have sensed my
discomfort and began to dress with his back to me. Perhaps he felt shame as
well. He appeared to be looking for something, scanning under the bed and
rummaging discarded clothing and bedding. After another line I relaxed,
Sheldon had passed on the offer.

"I called earlier and your Grammy said you went fishing. I think I dropped
my wallet in here yesterday and asked if I could come by to look for it. I
seen both your bikes when I got here, so I assumed you were home and..."

"He didn't take his bike?" I jumped up leaving the protective sheet to
gather on the floor and peered out the window. Sure enough, there it lay
chained to the gas pipe along side my own and what must have been Sheldon's
laying on the grass. Of course... the combination he could never remember!
That, and the Cocaine left behind led me to believe he would return
home once he calmed down.

Sheldon never did find his wallet in my room and went home wishing me luck
with Jillian. Truth be known, I wasn't sure if I wanted him to come home.
Circumstances of the days events were still too fresh in my mind. He had
crossed the line of tolerance, my ever forgiving arms would be Jello. I
could not pretend everything was alright anymore. Jillian needed help, but
not the kind I could provide.

 Grandma couldn't help but notice the bruise on my head at the supper table,
luckily my nose had cleared up. I told her that I fell off my bike hitting
my head. She looked sceptical at me but didn't comment further.

I anticipated the police, I was paranoid, feeling guilty by association I
expected a visit. I had nothing to hide but I felt like an accessory. I
realized that I did try to cover it up to protect Jillian. Who would believe
I played no other role.

Judge:  "... *and *y*ou claim that you didn't do anything to harm the little
boy, yet you admit that you inserted a frozen Popsicle into his
anus!?... Guilty as charged, -- two years in youth detention hall;  Court
dismissed!"  *That was my nightmare.

I spent a restless sleep expecting to hear Jillian crawl through the window,
undress and get into bed. It was only a dream when I felt  a warmth embrace
me and the stiffness of him pressed against my crack. I woke up to the huge
feather pillow that Grandma no longer wanted and had passed onto me that
night, a corner seam between my cheeks, my painful erection I found to be
only in dire need of a pee.

I went to school that Monday morning after doing two lines and re-packaging
the cocaine for transit. It seemed to allow me to put aside Jillian for the
time being and gave me a needed boost of confidence, a strange air about
myself that I hadn't felt before. I was always an introvert and could care
less about others.

People seemed to take time to say hello, even chat in the hallways. It all
seamed a little surreal at first. Was it my 'Tommy Hilfiger' attire that
made me stand out and be noticed after so long of being invisible to most of
my peers?

Mr. Flynn, my homeroom teacher made a snide comment on what a pleasure and
honor it was that I blessed the class with my presence. I pictured him nude,
a rather impressive display of swollen manhood leading his way followed
by the naive young boy in hand. I laughed with the rest of the class at my
expense, but for other reasons. I laughed even harder!

I breezed through my classes that day with only a minimal amount of catch up
homework. I replenished my sense of superiority twice in the handi-capped
bathroom, not wasting a grain atop my math book. Unlike days of ago, I
didn't want to go home right after school, I wanted to revel in my new
sudden popularity and found myself at the centre of attention of
my male class mates dissing girls with lewd comments and gestures, none
favorable of the fairer sex.

I raised some eyebrows when I said to one particular obnoxiously stuck-up
girl, "Fuck off bitch, guy's give better head anyway; and without attitude!
We don't need your smelly cunts anymore, either!"

Surprisingly, a few of the boys agreed, -- or misunderstood. Others stood in
shock looking at me. I smiled and made a hasty exit from the group shocked
at myself for being so blatant. Did I really say that? I didn't care,...
that's what concerned me, I really didn't care! Jill's influence as if
spoken himself escaped my lips. I blocked him from my mind as well.

On route home I passed through the football field where the senior and
junior teams were scrimmaging, organized football having ended weeks before.
I heard my name being called, it was Danny Glover, a seventeen year old star
player who was sitting on the side lines.

Danny used to cut my Grandma's lawn before I was old enough to be trusted
with such a deadly machine. He was always nice to me and called me 'little
dude' even to the present day. Danny was short stature, big boned, not fat
but a well proportioned muscular kind of a guy. A football jock, a little
dense as they all seemed to be in my mind.

I sat down on the grass beside him and chatted. He inquired about Grandma's
well being and such, polite references to the old lady. I couldn't help but
ask why he wasn't participating in the melee of boys body slamming boys, a
sport I just couldn't grasp; like hockey for that matter. Jill's favorite, I
reflected for no particular reason other than he seemed always on my mind.

Danny told me that he had a knee injury that he was nursing. Battle wounds I
thought, self inflicted by participating in such a violent activity. Who in
their right mind would, in my opinion. A macho thing, a 'chick magnet' I
surmised, like Jill had labelled those athletes and their loyal female
follower's as wanna-be 'camp whores!' Status symbols of masculinity hanging
off their frail little female arms for all other females to envy, their
coveted stake. Cock teaser's in reality, frustrating guys who beg, grovel
and plead and pledge their love and commitment in hopes of sticking their
dicks in a warm mouth because the pussy is off limits! Stupid guys that
maybe settle on a hand job that they've been doing to themselves for way too
long anyway. Fuck! I was starting to think like Jillian.

Danny and I chatted about things for a while until he announced he was going
home and asked if I wanted a ride. He said he had to pick up his gym bag in
the locker room on the way. I couldn't help but notice the sway and bounce
of what must have been sizable goods beneath the grey cotton sweat shorts as
we walked. He caught me looking and gave a quick grin but just carried on
his conversation about something or other.

The school encouraged students to utilize the gym facilities at their
leisure after classes until 5:30 pm. A good many were lifting weights, doing
gymnastics, playing basketball and various other fitness activities. The
locker room was inhabited by a dozen teens, most of whom were naked. Three
boys were engaged in a wet towel whipping of each other, yelps of pain
echoed the tiled room and red welts proved the sting of contact. Two other
boys were standing in a wrestling hold vying to down the other to the
ceramic floor. Others were engaged in conversation in groups of two and
three, no one in a hurry to shower or dress.

Danny sat on the bench and removed his sneakers and socks, pulled off his
t-shirt then stood and downed his shorts. Underwear free, I took in the site
of his manhood that hung free at around four thick inches tipped with a
mushroom cap. His testicles hung lower and flared with two walnut sized orbs
weighing heavy suspended in a veiny, hairless sac. A jet black mount of hair
tapered upward to his navel. A tuft adorned the centre of his nicely formed
pectorals.

Danny wasn't cute, maybe handsome in a rough way if you ignored the large
ears that he obviously tried to conceal under his longish black hair and
slight case of acme that pockmarked his cheeks, but what a fucking body that
was causing me distress down below! He seemed to take his time standing in
front of me taking in the goings-on around us. His left hand absently
adjusted his genitals, slightly stretching his cock which appeared a might
longer thereafter. The loose folds of skin on his shaft tightened as its
girth expanded, not to erection or even semi erection, just filled out
proportionate to its confines.

As he went to shower I had to wonder if he was not putting himself on
display to me. The need for a shower seemed peculiar considering he hadn't
participated in any physical activity due to his injured knee. Or was it
some kind of camaraderie amongst the boys strutting their naked bodies in
front of each other.

As I sat taking in the scenery I wondered if Jill was correct in his
assumption that most guys had homosexual tendencies deep rooted in their
brains. The display before my eyes was very erotic, guys pulled and
stretched their members constantly, I saw many wandering eyes survey buddies
privates, even the two wrestling were now on the floor in a very provocative
position under the guise of wrestling, I was sure one was fully erect upon a
captured moment of exposure. One of the towel flickers displayed a definite,
uncaring semi!

When Danny returned he sported his own semi-erect cock standing close at my
side towelling off his hair. Twice he reached over me into his locker, his
cock close enough to my face that with only a minor stretch of my neck I
could have lifted his glory with my tongue and into my mouth. I actually
thought about doing just that! I didn't care who was in the locker room to
witness me giving Danny a blow job. The thought intrigued my horny state to
the point where I would have gladly sucked off every one of the boys,
picturing them impatiently waiting their turn as they stroked and
primed themselves.

Danny made no third pass over into his locker and I came to my senses. More
boys had entered the locker room and the scene changed to that of normality,
various states of dress and undress. The towel flickers and wrestlers had
disappeared, the clusters of naked, chatting boys dispersed and Danny slid
into his shorts and put on his sneakers tossing his socks and t-shirt into
his gym bag.

Was it all an illusion? A homo-erotic pigment of my imagination clearly
defining my sexuality for what it was and always would be? The wet, squishy
sensation I felt could not be denied, -- I had cum in my *Tommy* underwear!

Danny owned a shag van in the literal sense. Carpeting surrounded every inch
of the interior, floor to ceiling! I remembered an old 'Cheech & Chong'
movie from the seventies' of a similar vehicle hazed in pot smoke seeping
out every crevice of the structure. When he asked if I had to be home right
away or if I wanted to stop and smoke some weed somewhere, I laughed and
shared my funny thoughts with him.

Danny parked at a shady spot by the river not too far from my fishing hole.
We climbed over the seats into the plush back area. I assumed a seat on a
fold down bench, he opted to sprawl on the floor with his back against a
storage closet and located two pre-rolled joints from somewhere within
another, wider fold up bench secured upright to the wall. Obviously the two
put together formed a make shift bed the full width of the van. At the rear
sat a small fridge with a built-in propane stove atop, a small sink embedded
in a cabinet with limited storage above and below for cups, cutlery and
plates. A fabricated raised ceiling allowed one to stand straight up and not
hit their head. I thought the whole thing kewl and comfy.

I choked on the first few pulls, not used to smoking. Danny came to my aide
and introduced my to what he called the "Shot-Gun" technique. He took a long
drag off the joint, inhaled, then put his lips to mine like a french kiss
without the tongue and told me to inhale while he exhaled. It was remarkably
smooth without that strong kick and by third time, resisting the urge to
slip him the tongue, I had a fuzzy, happy, fuck the world feeling! I
questioned in my mind if that wasn't a sexual innuendo, but as if he read my
thoughts he relayed that a lot of people do that when their not used to
smoking pot.

He reached for the fridge and brought out two ice cold canned beer and after
a few long gulps he reclined back on the floor. I nursed mine, feeling the
wondrous effects of the weed. I was stoned as I ever had been before. Only a
little over two hours ago I had snorted some coke, the combination had me
flying high!

I thought about asking Danny if he wanted a line but decided against it
because my supply was getting low and if Jill was home he would freak all
over again if he had none. Instead I blatantly asked Danny is he knew where
to score some cocaine.

"Hey little dude, ya don't wanna be messin' up your brain with chemicals!
--Pot's okay cuz it's organic, man." he replied, not the response I hoped
for but proceeded anyway.

"Yeah... it's just recreational, ya know? I'm just asking if ya know where
to score some for me... that's all."

"Yeah, I know where to get it but that would be so fucking wrong... like,
 getting it for ya and all. That's bad shit after a while, little dude!"

The conversation came to an abrupt end. Danny reached into a canvas magazine
holder and brought out two porn mags, tossing one to me then kicking off his
shoes and laying prone. His muscular bare chest and arms looked so inviting
to snuggle up into.

"Hope ya like em, I got a whole stash in here." he said with a devious
smile, "This one's my favorite!" he raised the magazine, *'Blow Jobs' *read
the cover, a picture of a woman sucking a rather large cock was portrayed.

Mine was titled *'Bi Curious' *and had multiple pictures of guys and girls
in an orgy environment. Page after page was female, female, male until mid
section where males were sucking and fucking males. Strangely, those
particular pages were dog-eared for obvious quick referral. Interesting!

Danny slid a hand into his shorts and began playing with himself. I lost
interest in the magazine, the eroticism live and four feet away had my full
attention from the corner of my eye.

"Fuck... one of these days I'm goin' downtown and gettin' me a whore! -- I'm
so fucking horny... I could jerk off right now!" he moaned in a raspy voice.
"I wanna bj so bad, ya know? Guys say it's even better than fucking!"

My cock sprung alive. The crusty dried cum kinda hurt as my cock
grew and broke free of my underewar . My own hand went into my jeans to
relieve the 'paper-mache' like predicament.

The words came from somewhere, unrehearsed and unprepared for the sudden
event that was unfolding. I took my chances cautiously.

"Go ahead of ya want to; -- that's kewl with me." I shrugged, urging him on.
"Really,

He slid his waist band down and exposed his beautiful already hard cock.
Eight inches or so of prime, fat Italian sausage leaking its savory juices
had me gaga! He was larger than Jillian in length and maybe slightly beefier
in girth. His balls rested on his right thigh. A *Kodak *moment that I'll
never forget! I was mesmerized and horny for it. I wanted it bad!

"You've never had a blow job?... Gees, a jock like you?... Well... I thought
you'd have plenty of chicks lined up ta do ya!" I played on his ego, "Ya
know? -- Star football player and all."

He looked at me with squinty eyes, horny written on his face as he stroked
his oozing tool, fore finger and thumb slimy with pre-cum and replied, "Fuck
no, little dude! I ain't lucky with the ladies... ya know, like some guys
are?. They don't even look at me any -- cuz, like... I'm not really sure,
maybe cuz I'm too short!"

"So ya wanna go downtown and pay a hooker for a blow job?" I pushed. "That's
pretty sad for a good looking guy like you!"

"Well, yeah dude; but... I don't got the guts, ya know? Want it bad, but
I... like, I chicken out half way there!"

I seen my opportunity, at least I hoped it was. I gambled my reputation, the
repercussions could be nasty but instinct told me that he was game for it,
and maybe, just maybe I could blame it on the pot and beer if things went
sour.

"Um-- maybe I can help ya out,... ya know,... blow ya,--  I don't mind, I'd
like to do it for ya. I'm pretty good at it and no one has to know..."

"Hey little dude!..." he sat up red faced and tucked himself back in his
shorts, "I'm not a fag!"

I thought quick in my drug induced state, "I didn't say you were a fag. Just
cuz another guy offers to help you out... what difference does it make?"

"You've done that before?" he asked with disdain, scrambling to his
feet, "Like... sucked cock?"

I was perplexed. I thought sure he was coming on to me before then. All
indications suggested it from my point of view. Boy, did I mis-read things!

"I thought that's what you wanted... ya know, a blow job!" I lowered my head
in shame. My life was finished as I knew it. Danny would tell everyone. I
was already planning which school I would convince Grandma to send me to
next year.

Danny relaxed and sat down against the narrow closet again and sighed.
"Sorry little dude, ya kinda took me by surprise.-- So ya really do suck
cock? I mean... like gay is okay; I mean that and... well... fuck it!  It's
okay, no hard feelings?"

"No hard feelings," I responded with embarrassment, "but I think I'll walk
home now, you don't have to drive..."

"No, no, dude -- sta...stay... please? Lets smoke another joint; I'll drive
ya home, no worries, okay?"

I could tell by his words and body language that he was re-thinking things.
Jill was right; all guys wanted a blow job and when push came to shove they
really didn't care who's mouth did the deed or where they planted their
seed! I still had the inkling that Danny was maybe bi-curious, or even
seriously closeted gay. Too many coincidences led me to believe that he was
one way or the other although, frankly I had very limited experience with
such things, just my assumptions. I recalled when Jill told me he had this
certain 'sixth sense' about such things, perhaps it only takes one to know
one is all!

Danny knelt in front of me again and did the Shot Gun toke. His shorts
were tented and a wet spot discolored the grey fabric. On our first
'innocent' lip locked exchange he put his arm loose around my neck. On the
second exchange I did the same and reached down and fondled his large cock
with my other hand. He gasped a loud sigh, his breathing became labored and
accepted my tongue in his mouth but for only a short time. I understood
fully; the implications of that was too much to soon for him and I didn't
want to frighten him from progressing further. I was almost four years his
junior and was seducing him and I wanted him desperately for unknown
reasons.

I entered his shorts and felt his velvety firmness and soft,
hefty bollocks. He gasped, closed his eyes and his head went back as I
squeezed the shaft then virtually used it to pull him to his feet. The
shorts fell to the floor and he stood totally naked in front of me, I wasted
no time tasting his wet, salty crown and savoring its copious offerings
spilling out of a very large slit that I could actually insert the tip of my
tongue into.

"Holy fuck, Jacky!" he repeated several times, "I never... I never felt
anything like it!" he cooed, knees trembling.

I sucked and bathed each ball before going down on his long banana shaped
tool and began giving him my best performance. It was over far to quick, his
knees buckled and he went down after the first two volleys of sweet cum
rewarded my palate. Like a greedy dog with a bone, I followed it to the
floor sucking until the very last dribble was coerced up the shaft and
rimmed out of the oddly deep pee hole.

"Oh my fucking God that was something else, Jacky!" he uttered between gasps
for air. "How can I ever... thank you. I mean, like... I don't know if I
could ...ya know, return the favor that way. Not right now, anyway. I'm not
sure, cause I've never really thought about it until lately. But I don't
wanna be a fag... sorry, Jacky, I didn't mean to call you..."

I took his cock out of my mouth and said, "It's okay, I didn't know that I
was until lately either. Like maybe you're bi, or something; nothing wrong
with that, just two guys having fun together." I tried to reassure him.

"Maybe." was his unreadable response.

He stretched out, lit a roach and smoked it while I passed on it and smoked
his flaccid dick instead. I loved it soft in my mouth. His meat tasted
different than Jill's, not better or worse, just an odd difference. His
cum tasted nicer than Jill's tartness, however.

He was coming back to life and I urged it on. I undid my jeans and freed
myself to jerk off while I gave him his second blow job. Danny lifted his
head to watch me do him and myself. A curious look appeared on his face, I
knew it pertained to my lack of pubic hair that surprised him, but he didn't
comment instead telling me to reposition so he could give me a hand job.

Ten minutes later I gave him a second surprise, a hand sticky wet with cum
that he gazed at probably wondering how I could ejaculate if I had no hair
yet! Whatever it was seemed to turn him on because shortly thereafter he was
blowing his own load into my wanton mouth as he shockingly sampled my goo
off his fingers!

Danny was quiet as he drove me home but he did thank me again. I assumed he
was hashing things over in his head. I knew that feeling of confusion all
too well. I was experiencing it again myself. I wondered if I could face him
at school the following day, or if he would even acknowledge me. I was a
total slut that day and was feeling down when I got home to an empty
bedroom. He hadn't come home. A couple of lines refreshed me and I did some
homework.

I laid in bed thinking about Danny and how nice it would be to have him here
holding me after a good long fuck session. I was craving someones bone up
me, any ones! I satisfied my need somewhat with a plump, firm green banana
from Grandma's fruit bow and jerked off with it up my ass.

My thoughts took me back to the locker room and the naked teens. I was
convinced that with a little prodding like Danny, they would be willing fuck
buddies if the opportunity was presented. They all wanted it, but no one was
brave enough to initiate something for fear of exposure; I had convinced
myself of that. Perhaps I should find an after school activity and join the
'Naked Boys Club' and show them the way to their homo-sex subconsciousness!
-- I came, and never once thought about Jillian's body.

to be continued...