Date: Thu, 25 Jan 2007 07:14:44 -0800 (PST)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: OLIVER AND HIS HIGH SCHOOL'S SENIOR CLASS TRIP (conclusion)
My brother Christian moved out of our house when he
started working. He's got this cool apartment in
town, near his office. Surprise! I got a $100 bill
in a goofy card from him....he wrote on the card:
"Hi Oliver....here is a little extra
spending money for you on your Senior Class Trip.
This is NOT your graduation present. You are lucky to
have a handsome, rich big brother who is careless
with his money and who is therefore buying you
something wicked expensive for graduation! Oliver,
this is a day for decisions!!!! Or is it?
Love, Christian."
I laughed because, with that last comment, he was
teasing me about my indecisive nature. The last time
he brought that up I said, "You say I'm indecisive,
but I don't know about that." We laugh at corny
things. As far as the money thing, he was only half
kidding about being rich. At age 24 Christian is
already making really good money in the computer
programming business. He'd described his job to me a
while ago and frankly it sounded boring, but he gets
paid a lot and he claims to love the job. So, if
he's happy..... I'm happy!
The Senior Class trip is a four days and three nights
affair. We're going to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
I'm interested in the trip because the University of
Pennsylvania is located in that city and I want to
walk around the campus and maybe meet some students.
That is where I'll be going to college in the Fall. I
can't wait to start that new part of my life......
"college student". The High School part of my life
did not go well and the Middle School part was pretty
much ruined when my best friend, who I loved with a
passion, died in a horrible accident. ..Tyler..
I keep him in a very special place in my heart. For a
long time now I've been struggling to move on to
whatever is going to be the rest of my life........
In school I got my information package for the
trip....a big manila envelope stuffed with brochures,
directions, schedules, meal vouchers, rules, lots of
rules... and the pre-registered key for the hotel
room. Too bad I couldn't find anything in that
envelope about me checking out every nook and cranny
of the University of Pennsylvania. Of course, first
I need to find out what a 'cranny' is before I can
check it out. The hotel room key looked like a
credit card more than it looked like a key. Also
listed on the front of my envelope, along with my room
number, was my room mate's name....Mr Degenerate.
He is one of the guidance counselors at the High
School this year. I get to share a room with one of
the chaperons ... isn't that special. I'm the only
kid in my class who isn't rooming with another kid.
Maybe it can work out to my advantage ...but I can't
imagine how.
The night before our trip I began to let my
imagination get the best of me. I was focusing on the
fact that Mr Degenerate had squeezed the back of my
neck. He did that when he told me that he and I were
rooming together. Not just the neck squeeze, but
also his comment about sleeping in our own beds "If we
want our own beds"...... that's what he said to me.
He'd given me some kind of meaningful look too...
with his eyes opened wide and eyebrows moving up and
down....kind of a smirk. I couldn't make head nor
tail of it. Unless.... does he think I'm gay? Hard
to imagine a guidance counselor would be so stupid as
to try something with one of his students. I am
gay...but how would he know that, nobody else does.
Then I thought... you need to get to sleep, Oliver!
Mr Degenerate is young looking and I guess he's nice
looking too if I want to be objective about it. To be
honest, I am absolutely desperate for some kind of gay
sexual outlet. But am I desperate enough to get in
bed with Mr Degenerate? I think I'd probably chicken
out. I think I need to find out about my sexuality
with a boy my own age. Of course, what do I know.
Jeez, maybe I should keep an open mind. Better yet,
like I said earlier, I should just get to sleep ....
Getting to sleep wasn't so easy to do, however.
That's because I was playing with myself, as I so
often do ... I aways need at least one good wank
every night before passing into the sleeping part of
the evening. Over the years, to assist with my
wanking, I'd concocted many fantasies involving cute
boys from school. As far as I could tell, none of
them were gay.......they all seemed straight to me.
That didn't stop me from fantasizing about them.
In my elaborate fantasies I fucked.... and was fucked,
by at least 15 different class mates. I was also
fucked by supermarket bag boys with buzz cut hair,
and newspaper boys with curly red hair, and kewl
dudes walking in the Mall with no hair, and a boy I
passed in the street with Mohawk hair. Variety is
hot. Oh yeah, in my imagination I was a real hot
slut.... boy oh boy did I ever have a great sexy time
in my mind! Did I ever rock with my cock.... and my
fantasy boys. At times my cock has been so sore I've
had to completely shut down my imagination ....
Unfortunately, on this particular night no amount of
forced fantasy could get me hot for Mr Degenerate.
Now, maybe a real cute bell hop boy at the hotel could
get me excited. Why are they called "bell hop" ? So
much to learn.... I was getting wacky because I needed
sleep .....
Of course, in real life, how many gay experiences had
I had in my 19 years? Hmmm? lets see .....well, if
I include older man, and boys my age, and also all
the ones younger than me, the total would be, all
added together.. exactly, none.....not even one little
mutual jerk-off. Nothing at all. Well, an old guy
did touch my dick once when I was taking a wiz and I
immediately ran away from him. That experience is the
first and last in my portfolio of homosexual
adventures.
Man oh man, have I ever been yearning for something
gay to happen to me! It hurts like a bruise...the
longing and constant yearning .....it's painful. I'm
hopeful to find a real live boy at college. He is
going to be one lucky fellow, let me tell ya! And
except for a few minor hindrances...such as, I'm
wicked shy and I lack self confidence and I can't make
a decision and, oh yeah...I stutter. Except for those
few drawbacks, I'm going to be taking that gay
college scene by storm! Well, maybe 'storm' isn't the
exact right word. What would be the right word for
someone tip toeing around in the closet like a little
mouse? That's would be the word for me.
I gave up with these particular reality thoughts
because they were not turning my dick on at all.
Instead I thought about something more recent......the
boy I bumped into at the pizza shoppe earlier that
day. Now that is reality with some fire power. Oh
my God was this kid cute. He may have been 16 years
old, no older than that. He had real cool black
spiked hair..... he looked a bit Emo. I walked right
into the front of him and our faces rubbed together.
His skin was firm and smooth.... and he smelled good.
I let the tip of my tongue slide across his cheek and
I almost peed my pants I was so nervous when I did it.
The boy was sweet and took all the blame for us
running into each other. He didn't even mention that
I licked his face. I went right home and jerked off.
Well that memory finally did it for this night ...
I got wicked turned-on thinking about the pizza shoppe
boy and had a great jerk-off just remembering that
experience. He was so yummy! After that great hand
job I was able to fall off to sleep with a smile on my
face.
The next morning was Senior Class Trip day. But, my
Mom and Dad treated me like I was a ten year old
heading off to my very first boy scout camp. That
didn't surprise me at all... I expected it. They love
me and mean well, but the concept of me growing-up
hadn't reached their brains yet.....your little boy is
19 years old! Oh hell, they do mean well. My
luggage for the trip consisted of a soft sided satchel
and a small back pack so I was able to walk to
school.... Mom or Dad dropping me off was not an
option. On the way to school I dumped the lunch bag
my Mom had insisted I bring along. Our buses were
stopping at a Burger King for lunch. I'd read about
that in our instruction packet......this information
had carried no weight at all with my Mom. "I packed
you a nice tuna sandwich lunch." Right! Just what I
need. I'll fit right in....eat a bag lunch while
everyone else is chowing down on cheeseburgers and
fries. Still, it made me feel guilty to just toss
Mom's lunch in the trash, but what else could I do
with it? Damn! So many things give me a guilty
conscience. I heaved the lunch and walked on feeling
like a traitor to my Mom.
I was wearing my iPOD headphones to discourage anyone
talking to me during the four hour bus ride. I
prayed that Mr Degenerate was not riding on my bus and
that if he did he was not planning on sitting next to
me. Please dear God, give me one break. Please!
My plan was, once we got to Philadelphia.... I'd
ditch Mr Degenerate and everyone else......I was on a
University fact finding trip all by myself. The rest
of them were on a Senior Class Trip sight seeing all
the historical sights. I planned to thoroughly check
out the University and, perhaps more importantly......
while I'm doing that, I'll come across some kind of
gay activities or gay hang-outs or something along
those lines..... assuming they exist there.
When the bus pulled out....no Mr Degenerate and nobody
else sitting with me either. I had the seat to
myself! I just stared out the window and said a
silent "thank you". I'd been 'off' God ever since
Tyler died but maybe I'll consider giving God another
chance if he continued this trend of making my prayers
come true. A four hour bus ride lay ahead of me.
Some people might groan about that, but I was looking
forward to it. The unique bus motion always caused me
to get a boner. Boners are fun.... and I also like
to look at the world as it was going by outside my
window. Every person I see in passing has an entire
unique life story all their own. Every one of them!
All intertwined with other people and the other
people's entire life stories. Makes me realize how
little any of us know about what is going on every
second of every minute in every nook and cranny on
earth.......... there's that fucking 'cranny' thing
again. I need to check that out.
As expected, after almost three hours we stopped at a
Burger King. Unfortunately we were the third bus to
do so and many kids were in line ahead of us. What a
surprise.... the bus drivers had screwed-up. Each
bus was suppose to go to a different Burger Kings, not
to the same one. But, when one bus pulled in to the
first Burger King, the others followed ....duh! Of
course there was no extra service staff inside to
handle this totally unexpected volume of business. I
looked out the bus window at a hundred kids in line
already. Hmmm.....couldn't help but think about the
tuna salad sandwich and the other things in the lunch
bag that I'd thrown out this morning. I refused to
get pissed-off though, I was enjoying the ride so far
and I wasn't real hungry anyway....
I stayed on the bus and switched my iPod selection to
Plain White T's and listened to my favorite song by
them, "Hey There Delilah". Then their next song that
contained words that I thought were so cool, "Hate is
too strong a word......... but I really, really,
really don't like you!" I listened to their entire
CD and by then the food line was almost to the door of
Burger King so I got off the bus and sauntered over to
stand at the back of the line. A few minutes later
two chaperons from another bus came up to stand behind
me. They were talking about Mr Degenerate. From
what I could make out, he would have been on my
bus.... he wasn't because he got involved in a car
accident on his way to school this morning. He wasn't
going to make any part of the Senior Trip. Did this
mean I was on my own? My own room and my own agenda?
Possibilities!!! That's what I was thinking about
during the remainder of the bus ride. All kinds of
possibilities that maybe had opened up for me now that
Mr Degenerate was a 'no show'. We arrived at the
Philadelphia Holiday Inn an hour behind schedule
because of the Burger King screw-up. Everyone
congregated in a too-small conference room for an
introductory meeting. Attendance was taken by the
teacher or parent chaperon who was in charge of each
group of kids. I was part of Mr Degenerate's group so
I went over to that group which had now been
reassigned to a parent chaperon. All 380 kids had
their names called in one group or another and they
yelled out that they were present. It was noisy and
confusing with twelve people calling out different
names at the same time.
There would be a roll call each morning and each
night. I was the 381st student on the trip, but my
name was never called. Not in Mr Degenerate's
reassigned group or in any other group either. This
pleased the hell out of me. It didn't totally
surprise me that my name didn't appear on anyone's
list. I figured that since I was to be in the same
room with Mr Degenerate he'd know if I was present or
not....... why would he feel he had to put my name on
a check list.
Well, it looks like God is trying very hard to get
back on my good side...first the pleasant bus ride
without an annoying talker beside me and now this!
This extraordinary piece of fantastic good luck. Mr
Degenerate had suffered a broken ankle...thankfully
nothig too serious. I'm on my own and in my own
room. I pinched myself to be sure this wasn't a
dream and then went up to check out that very room.
The credit-card-looking-thing was actually the key
just like they said it was....so that was a good
start. The only disappointment so far is that the
bell hops were not cute and young.. so, screw em, I
carried my own bag to the room.
My room was small but nice. It was at the end of a
long hall, on the third floor next to a stairwell.
The room had a double bed and a pull-out sofa which I
wasn't going to be needing now. The elevators were
quite a hike down the hall, but I had no intention of
ever using the elevator. I was going to sneak in and
out using the stairs and try my best to avoid all
contact with the High School Senior's Class Trip
group. I was on my own now, just like I usually am.
It was the middle of the afternoon on a chilly, gray
day when I walked out the side door of the hotel and
headed out to my right. Ten blocks walking slow and
looking at the tall buildings and the crowds of people
all hurrying to get to some place. It felt weird
being here alone in the big city. It was all totally
new to me. I was wearing the same small back pack I
wore on my bicycle rides. In it was the map of Philly
I'd gotten from my trip packet, the instructions on
how to use the public transportation system, my iPOD,
a sweatshirt that said on the front of it
"Sarcasm...just one of my specialties" and two bottles
of water from my room. I had money in my wallet,
including the $100 bill that Christian had sent me. I
couldn't think of anything else I'd need.
The University of Pennsylvania was far enough away
that I'd have to take the elevated train... which was
fun. Initially it was a challenge to figure out which
was the right train to take, but I'm smart...... so my
brain, plus a little old lady, got me on the correct
train. The little old lady told me which train to
take. She'd noticed me scratching my head as I was
looking at the map of the elevated train
system....wicked confusing. If you're wondering....
the part where 'my brain' came in was that I quickly
realized I needed the little old lady's help.
It was a ten minute walk after the train ride.
Before I realized it I found myself on the University
of Pennsylvania campus. Lots of huge, old, brick
buildings. Statues in landscaped areas covered with
pigeon shit, buildings with ivy growing up the walls
and, of course, a lot of college age kids with back
packs and armloads of books hustling and bustling
around. It was hard to tell if some of the buildings
were part of the campus or if they were office and
apartment buildings. This inter city campus was
spread out over a number of city blocks.
The center of the campus with the sports stadium and
field house and the crisscrossing brick sidewalks
leading to dormitories and all types of class rooms,
plus all those students I'd noticed earlier left no
doubt it was a University....but when I walked a few
blocks away I wasn't sure if I was still on the
University grounds or not. Well, this is why I'm
here. To explore, familiarize and conquer the
University of Pennsylvania. And to try to hook up
with a cute gay freshman who will fuck me.... and then
show me everything I need to know about the
university.... and then fuck me again. Right......
I'm soooo sure.
I started to explore the area by walking a number of
blocks away from the university center to try to
determine where the campus actually ends. . It
wasn't too long before I felt I was off the campus
because the buildings started looking run down and
seedy. With each ensuing block the buildings looked
in worse and worse shape. I'd never thought of
myself as having a prejudice against people of color,
but I had to admit my experience with them was very
limited. There were two black kids and a few Hispanic
and Oriental kids in my High School class but I had
zero interaction with them. Here in Philadelphia
there are a lot of people of color. Just a few blocks
off campus it seemed everyone I passed on the street
was an African American.
Being inexperienced....I thought, "should I be here?".
I turned up a street and then another street, but by
now I was positive that these buildings were not part
of the campus.. A big problem developed too..... I
wasn't sure if I'd just come down this street or up
that street.....never mind which was the right way to
get back to the University. Now I was seeing entire
blocks of unoccupied buildings.... some of them looked
like they'd been bombed and others had obviously
burned to the ground. It was bleak!
I'd been aware that a black kid who looked to be about
17 years old was casually following me.....he'd been
there for at least the last three blocks. When I
stopped to check my map, looking around to see if I
could locate a street sign, he called out, "Yo,
motherfucker. What you doing?" I couldn't help but
look behind me hoping upon hope that he was calling
out to someone else, but I didn't see anyone else. It
hit me right then that I hadn't seen anyone for awhile
now. I was a little nervous, a little uncomfortable.
The silence around me echoed in my ears. Because of
my nervousness I looked at the kid and did that dumb
thing of pointing at myself as if I'm asking, "Do you
mean me?" He said, "Who da fuck ya think I'm talking
to? Ya see any other motherfuckers around?"
Hoping my stuttering wouldn't be too noticeable I
said, "Pa, per, perr, perhaps ya yo you'd be nice
enough to tell me which way back to the University
campus..." He slowly approached me and I could see
that he wasn't any bigger than me. There was a
definite attitude about him though..... very
aggressive and confident as he swaggered up close to
me, almost chest to chest. He was wearing droopy
jeans and a thigh-length, too-big Philadelphia 76ers
warm-up jacket over some sort of football jersey. On
his feet were large, elaborate, expensive looking Nike
leather sneakers and on his shaved head was what I
think is called a "do rag". There was a fat, fake
gold chain hanging down from his neck. He looked
maybe a year or two older than my original guess of
17. All in all, he was apparently just your
standard gangsta rap fan.... in funny clothes. I
didn't mention this to him.
He said, "Ya got any bling ya stuttering motherfucker?
Give me ten dollars and I might tell ya where your
ass is at." I looked at him a couple of seconds with
my mouth hanging open before I figured out that I
better give him the ten bucks, but when I looked in my
wallet the smallest bill I had was a twenty. I said,
"Da, do, ya, you, you have change for a twenty?" He
tried not to, but he laughed out loud. "Shiiiit!
Where you bounce in from? Gad damn, you stupid! What
the fucks yer name? " I told him and he said,
"Listen, Ol-lee-ver.. what the fuck ya need to know
where the U of P be? You be too stupid to go to no
college!" He had drawn-out each syllable of my name
to mock me I guess. I stuttered that I was already
accepted to go there in the Fall and he said,
"Shiiiiit! That's mighty hard to fucking believe
Ol-leee-ver! Aaight, give me the fucking twenty. Ya
all ain't got no fucking Benjamins do ya?" I had the
one Benjamin that Christian had given me, but I shook
my head "no, I don't got no fucking Benjamins".
He stuffed the twenty in his back pocket, staring at
me hard. Then he told me to follow him. I had to
hustle to keep up because he just took off fast. He
led me back through some alley ways and across empty
lots with broken beer bottles and debris of all kinds.
It seemed like we were going further and further away
from the University, but maybe my sense of direction
was off. I knew enough to know I was totally lost.
None of the streets had street signs so my map was
useless. I stuttered to ask him his name and it
sounded like he said, "Ryjohn" but that didn't sound
like any name I ever heard of. I stuttered out "Par,
pa, par, pardon, but wha what was that name?" He
said "Ryjohn, ya deaf motherfucker!" After that I
started getting nervous again because he wouldn't
talk to me except to say, "Shut the fuck up,
Ol...leee....ver, and just follow me."
Just when I was feeling I might pee my pants expecting
to be mugged or stabbed or worse.....we walked around
a corner and there we were. I could see the main
campus three blocks over to my left. He called me
motherfucker about four more time, but he also told me
which streets to stay out of. Ryjohn had gabbed the
city map out of my hand and pointed to the dangerous
areas. "Stay the fuck out of there you dumb shit
cause maybe you ain't gonna be so lucky next time.
You be in the projects when you in here....you see
where my black motherfucking finger is pointing? Sum
gangsta homies catch your dumb ass in here and you
ain't gonna like what happens."
He had a scar that started at his right eyebrow and
went sideways disappearing under his do-rag. Scar or
no scar he was a very good looking boy. I had the
urge to touch his face, his skin was flawless.... the
color of milk chocolate. I resisted the urge to touch
him. Then, taking me by surprise, Ryjohn cupped the
back of my neck with his hand and shook my head back
and forth a couple of times and then he pulled my face
close to his and I felt his warm, fresh smelling
breath on my face with each word as he said, " A
skinny, pretty boy like you in the project is gonna
last maybe less than a motherfucking ten minutes. You
lucky enough to get me on your motherfucking case so
you OK this time..... but next time your ass gets lost
and you get some bad ass motherfucker you just might
get shot..... or worse. So, Ol-leee-ver, stay out of
the projects ya dumb fucker you!"
I was trying hard to follow what he was saying when he
pulled my head closer and our foreheads touched. His
skin was cool, firm and silky. He held our heads
together for ten seconds or more as I gasped out short
little breaths. I had the strongest urge to kiss his
lips as I stood there perfectly still. Ryjohn rubbed
his forehead back and forth against mine
twice......with that he let go of me, turned abruptly
and walked away a few steps.... then turned back
around and smiled at me with perfect, beautiful white
teeth, and said, "Ciao, motherfucker!"
And he swaggered away.
I was breathless as I said, "Bye Ryjohn, tha thanks"
but I'm sure he didn't hear me. I thought maybe
that was the best $20 l'd ever spent. Even so, I was
still a bit weak in the knees until I got back to the
actual campus grounds. I collapsed on the first bench
I came to and realized for the first time how hard my
heart was beating. Ryjohn had my heart beating hard
and my dick was getting hard too. He was one damn hot
motherfucker alright..... Jeez, I'd never met anyone
remotely like him before. I looked back to where we'd
come out of the project but he was nowhere to be seen.
Damn, I wish I could have thought faster on my feet
and made some kind of connection with him. I stayed
sitting on that bench until my boner finally went
down. Ryjohn.....
It was getting late in the afternoon but I still
wanted to see more so I walked through the campus in
the opposite direction from what Ryjohn had called the
"project'. I walked way over on the other side of the
campus. And there I found a nice section of the city.
It was a very busy upscale area with restaurants,
clothing stores, food markets and what looked like
four or five bars and taverns. The street was closed
off to traffic for three very long blocks so it was
really a huge outdoor Mall. Lots of people strolling
around and many of them were young. The energy was
exciting...... Street entertainers added to the
atmosphere. There was a guy on stilts advertising for
one of the bars and there were two jugglers who
juggled odd items like balloons filled with water and
bowling balls. Maybe it's just me, but I've always
felt that jugglers, next to mimes, were the most
boring acts imaginable. On the plus side there were a
number of street musicians. One instrumental group
and a couple of individual singers. I was drawn to
one guy because his voice reminded me of someone. I
could only see his back as I made my way through the
crowds toward him .
The closer I got the more familiar he sounded. Then I
knew what it was. Damn, I know it's maybe a little
weird or macabre, but this guy's singing voice sounded
just like Tyler's singing voice......the way he got to
sounding after our voices changed at age 13 or so.
Call it projection or whatever you want, but it was
uncanny how much this street artist sounded like
Tyler. I didn't recognize the song he was singing,
but I recognized that sound. As I made my way around
to the front of this guy he finished the mystery song
he'd been singing and the little crowd around him gave
him a nice applause.... ...some of the audience
drifted away which allowed me to step into a spot
where I could see the singer clearly.
He didn't look anything like Tyler. This guy had that
beautiful light tan skin that some Hispanics have.
Hell, with the very dark brown hair and eyes I think
he was Hispanic. Hispanic or not, when he asked if
anyone had a song request he had no accent
what-so-ever. Someone, an older lady, asked for
something by the Beatles and the singer started right
in with another song I'd never heard before, but it
did sound just like Tyler was singing the god damn
thing. I had a real creepy feeling in my stomach and
my eyes started tearing up. Damnit! I'm never going
to get over Tyler... ever!
The singer was wearing an old Army field jacket and
jeans that were ripped in both knees. Real old boots
on his feet added to the feeling that this guy was
maybe...homeless. I wiped my eyes and stared at the
singers mouth. He sang so easily and naturally....his
lips were full and shaped perfectly...a delicious rosy
pink color and behind those lips I could see very
white shiny teeth. There was a tiny space between his
front teeth that somehow made me think they looked
cute. Or maybe it was his chin that was cute....
When he opened his mouth for certain notes I could see
his tongue which was the same rosy pink color as his
lips. I couldn't take my eyes off his mouth. I'm
not a huge Beatles fan so the song was annoying, but
the voice was pure. He effortlessly played an
electric guitar and it sounded amazingly good
considering he only had one small speaker amplifying
the sound.
I was mesmerized by his performance or maybe I was
mesmerized by him. He had a short, wispy, sparse
beard that was not dark brown like his hair, but
rather a light brown color and very soft looking. He
was young and didn't really have anywhere near a full
beard. What beard he did have he obviously just
hadn't bothered to shave for a few days. His dark
brown hair was pulled back into a short pony tail.
There was a calmness about this kid that is hard to
describe....it added to that mesmerizing feeling I
had. He looked like he might be 19 or 20 years
old.....at the most. Big brown eyes.....the whole
face was unbelievably attractive, but difficult to
characterize. I wouldn't say he was just cute
necessarily or just handsome either...he was too young
to be described as handsome perhaps. Good looking was
too much of an understatement. I did't know exactly,
but I loved his looks. He was an inch or two taller
than me and just about as skinny.
He asked for another request and like a dork I raised
my hand. Everyone else just called out their
requests. He ignored the others. Pointing to me and
with a cute grin on his face he said, "No one has ever
done that before. Raised their hand I mean. I really
like that.... whaddya want ta hear?" It got real
quiet in our group....because I'd raised my hand and
because the street singer was talking to me everyone
was staring at me now. I could feel my face get
bright red and it felt very hot. I said, "Da, da, da,
do, do. ya .....tha the" and then my face got even
redder....impossibly red. I just shook my head "no"
and looked down at the ground. The singer had a long
cord leading from his guitar to the amp which allowed
him to walk over in my direction until he was right
in front of me. In a very warm, sincere, calm voice
he said, "No, please. It's alright, we'll wait for
you.....Please tell me what you'd like to hear?"
I wanted to become invisible, but I had to try again
so I said, "De, de, da, de ....the Pla, pla " He
waited calmly as he looked at me with a pleasant
expectant look on his face. It had been years since
I'd stuttered this badly. I was captivated by his
eyes as he stared into mine. Even with my heart
pounding and my face about to burst into flames...I
knew I'd have to try again.. I was aware of the
growing sound of nervous, uneasy mumbling and
grumbling from the others standing around as I said,
"Pla, plain White T's.....Hey The, tha, There De, de,
de, Delilah". I felt the tears of embarrassment
filling my eyes and then the horror of one lone tear
rolling down my cheek. He ignored the tear and nodded
his head saying, "I love that group, Plain White Ts
and 'Hey There Delilah' is my favorite song of theirs'
too." Then while still staring me in the eyes, and
still using Tyler's voice, he sang that song as well
as Plain White T's can sing it......maybe better than
they can sing it.
He sang the entire song directly to me. It had been
years since I last stuttered to the extent I stuttered
trying to get out my song request, but by the time he
was done singing the song I'd forgotten all about the
stuttering. I clapped much too hard and too long when
the song was over. He gave me the warmest smile.
After hesitating a few beats he slowly roamed over to
the other side of the crowd and got another request ..
this time I recognized the song. It was "Wonderful
Remark" a Van Morrison song that I really liked a lot
too. I stayed and listened to the singer for almost a
half hour, but he never came back to my side of the
crowd again.
Finally he said he was taking a break. He picked up
his baseball cap that was on the street in front of
him. I could see dollar bills sticking out and hear
change jingling. People tossed money in the hat when
they liked his performance. I wanted to put money in
too but I still only had twenty dollar bills....and
that one Benjamin that Christian had given me. Too
much to leave in a hat for a song.....he picked up the
cap and walked off. I waited over an hour, but he
never returned.
I thought I'd better start finding my way back to the
hotel. Darkness had set in and everything looked
different in the dark. Walking back through the
campus I made sure not to go too far and wind-up in
the "projects' again. It took some doing and over an
hour of trying, but I got back to the Holiday Inn
safely. I asked quite a few people for help along the
way and was surprised at the number of people who
didn't even know what street they were on. In
retrospect I don't know why I was surprised.....I
didn't know what street I was on either. The map
helped once I finally did figure out some of the
streets. Then I saw the elevated train station and I
knew where I was....that's a great feeling
......finding your way out of being lost!
After eating from the large dinner buffet back at the
hotel and paying for the meal with one of my food
coupons, I went up to my room and called my parents
to tell them I was having a great time. Then I laid
back on the bed and thought about my adventures. What
a day.... finding two exciting boys who were so
different, but who both had seemed so worldly to
me....... and so hot too. Thinking about first
Ryjohn... and then thinking about the mesmerizing
street singer gave me the urge to jerk off so I
did.... twice. I dozed off between wanks...neither
of my wankings lasted very long. Just thinking about
those two had me pumping my boner in a blur and
squealing out with the eruption... It was excellent.
I took a long shower and got in bed with the TV on and
promptly fell asleep.
I had a surprisingly great nights sleep. Being in a
strange place alone didn't have any negative vibes for
me..... I felt like a seasoned traveler. Of course I
did have all three locks on the door fully engaged.
Down the steps with a breakfast buffet voucher...good
food! Spend a little time in the bathroom....you
know.... and then down the stairs and out the side
door again. As I passed that conference room I could
hear the attendance being taken again in there. Ha ha
ha....too bad, what a bore! I was off on my own .
This time I didn't need a little old lady to get me on
the correct train.
I was back on the University of Pennsylvania's campus
before 10am.... bright eyed, with a big smile on my
face. The hell with the campus....I walked directly
to that outside Mall. I was looking for that street
singer again. It wasn't nearly as crowded that morning
as it had been the previous day. But, he wasn't
there. The guys who were there didn't interest me
so I slowly walked back to the campus to start getting
familiar with it......I still had the bright eyes, but
I'd put the smile away for the time being.....
I wanted to try talking to some of the University of
Pennsylvania students. That was an important part of
my plan, but the really bad stuttering from yesterday
worried me. Was I regressing somehow. I'd been very
nervous both with Ryjohn and especially with the
street singer. Christ, if I stuttered like that
nobody will want to talk to me for long. I asked a
young looking guy if I could talk to him for a second
and he said "No." Not the response I was hoping for,
but the good news was I'd hardly stuttered at all. I
hardly stuttered when I asked two girls walking
together if they had a minute...... they didn't even
acknowledge me...they just kept walking. I saw a
student reading a book while sitting on a bench so I
sat on the same bench. I looked over at him at him a
little bit and he said, "I'm reading, can't you see
that?"
Is it possible every single person that goes to the
University of Pennsylvania is a stuck-up prick? What
a bunch of balloon head ego maniacs...stuck-up
jerk-offs! I smelled coffee and wandered into a
building that had a cafeteria on the ground floor. It
was crowded but I got a coffee and was lucky enough to
grab a table as some girls were just leaving. Great
table...it looked out on the busy campus grounds. I
looked around the cafeteria and everyone was talking
and laughing just like normal kids. They didn't seem
like stuck-up pricks. Three guys walked right over to
my table and said, "Sorry to intrude Dude, but there
aren't any empty tables so lets share. Would that be
OK with you?"
They were sitting down when they asked if it was OK
so I just smiled at their rhetorical question. For
all I know this is a common practice... to just sit
with strangers when no other space was available.
Plus, now I'd have my opening to get friendly, ask
some questions and maybe learn something. I said,
"How ya all doing? My names Oliver." A boy with a
very thick drawl....like he was from Mississippi or
someplace like that said, "Didn't somebody write a
book about you, Oliver?" I said, " I think maybe
you're confusing me with my cousins the Twists". He
said, "Yeah, that must be it. I get everything
back-asswards. What class you in?"
This guy looked younger than a college student, but
some guys just look young. I told him I would be a
freshman next fall...that now I was just here on a
Senior Class Trip. I explained how I was taking this
opportunity to check out the University. He asked if
I was a scholarship student and I said I was and told
him the scholarship I'd received. "You must be a
frigin genius then", he said. This kid had the
darkest red hair I'd ever seen and his face was
covered in big freckles. He told me his name was Andy
and he was in his freshman year. The other two both
had the same first name..Barry.
They explained that the scholarship I'd received was
only given out to students with perfect grades and
close to perfect SAT scores. He added, hesitantly,
that there had to be special circumstances or hardship
involved too. I hadn't know that, but I couldn't help
but wonder if Tyler's death and my reaction to his
death was the special circumstance for me. My parents
would know, but I might not ask them....maybe I don't
want to know.
I just nodded my head at the special circumstance
remark and moved on by asking, " how was Freshman
year going?". Andy said, "Its been funking blippin!"
and when I asked what that meant he said it was
"awesome, cool!" The thin Barry said that Andy was
from the boonies of Alabama, "way out past East
Cupcake. So to him, everything seems like it's
blippin!"". I didn't ask where East Cupcake was. As
they drank their coffees and ate their sweet rolls and
donuts they told some funny stories and then some
tales of woe about how hard it was in the beginning
getting use to the difficulty of the work...and
especially the volume of work they had to do on their
own after classes.
The heavy set Barry started ragging on Andy....... he
told me with a serious, dead-pan expression, "In
Andy's neighborhood they know you're trailer trash
when you let your twelve-year-old daughter smoke at
the dinner table in front of all her kids." I
hesitated for just a second, but couldn't hold it in
and I burst out laughing. The other guys chuckled and
Andy said, "Fuck you, Barry. Why don't you
concentrate on finishing the half dozen donuts you got
in front of you, ya fat fuck." Then the other Barry
added a few insults and they were having a good old
time.
I said since they were college students maybe they
could help me out with something. All three looked at
me when I asked, "What's a cranny?" The fat Barry
said, "Oh, she's married to your grandfather usually."
I said "Not Granny, cranny.... as in nook and
cranny?" At the same time both Barrys said "Fuck if I
know" . Andy said, "I'm from Alabama, I don't know
shit." I told them that it was great dealing with
real live college students.
They got serious again, or slightly serious as they
all agreed that a Professor Wainrite was a complete
'assoholic' and that I should stay clear of his class.
They called him a 'ambigusexual' and I questioned
what that slang word means. It means, in their
special speak, that they don't know if he is gay or
not, but he might be. It seems like between Ryjohn
and these university kids I'm going to have to learn
entire new vocabularies.
The 'ambigusexual' remark at least provided an
opening for some talk about gays at the university.
There were about the same percentage of gays at the
University as the population at large....that was the
consensus of Andy and the two Barrys.. And yes, there
were gay clubs and gay organizations and nobody really
cared all that much if you were gay or not. The fat
Barry said, "Why all the interest in gays, Oliver?
Are you gay?" And for the first time in my life I
said, "Yes, I'm gay. But, so far I haven't been
able to do anything to prove it." They all laughed
and said "That's cool!"
Andy was majoring in Biology and he said, "Guess what
I learned yesterday.... there are over 3000 spiders
for every human being on earth?" The two Barrys and
me looked at each other and I said, "No shit, does
anybody want mine? I certainly don't." This got a
good laugh and I felt almost like part of the group.
They went on to tell me about a girl.... apparently
they call girls 'anchovies'. The fat Barry said,
"If you walk around the campus enough, Oliver, you're
bound to see this anchovy. She always wears mini
skirts, in the Fall or Winter or Spring, it don't
matter.... and she's infamous on campus for always
sitting with her legs spread wide open....in a mini
skirt. It's as if she's saying "take a whiff." I
said, "Gross!" and as we all laughed again I glanced
out the window and there he was...... the street
singer from yesterday.
He looked different because he was wearing preppy
clothes now and he had a back pack on......it was far
from the homeless look of yesterday. He had his arm
around a pretty girl's shoulder and the two of them
were laughing. I stared at them and, absurdly, felt
upset and real disappointment that he was with a girl.
I thought, "What the hell is that 'anchovy' doing
with my street singer?" Apparently he hadn't sung
that song to me with any special meaning like I
thought he might have or at least hoped he had......
Damn!!
I thanked the three guys for all the laughs, told them
it was great to meet them and I'd look them up next
fall..... and then I hurried outside. As usual, I had
no plan. Outside, the street singer was walking away
with the girl. At the last second he turned his head
and saw me standing there looking at him. He did a
double take and held the second look for a bit until
the girl pulled on his sleeve and he went back to
talking with her. I watched them walk around a corner
and disappear. That look he'd given me. Did it mean
anything?
I continued to acquaint myself with the University
campus by walking up every side street and brick
walkway I came upon. Three girls stopped and talked
with me for 20 minutes. They were very friendly and I
think they were flirting with me or teasing me or
something.... They concentrated mainly in describing
the party scene on campus and gave me the name of two
hot bar spots for college kids.... one of the girls
added, "Although, I do have to tell you that you'll
never get served in either bar, Oliver. Sorry, Baby,
but you look way too young to pass for 21." The girl
who said that to me was named Dee and she played with
my hair as she talked to me.
They asked me questions about my scholarship and my
High School experience....I told the truth about the
scholarship but lied about the High School experience
telling them it was 'blippin'. They just nodded as if
they knew what I meant. Later I had a late lunch with
two black students from England. They had cool
accents and told me a lot about the diversity on
campus. Of course they were referring to race,
religion etc, but also a little bit about diversity
as far as one's sexual orientation goes. They didn't
know about any gay clubs. When I asked about gay
dorms they said they didn't think so.... but the gay
conversation wasn't of any interest to them and they
finished up their lunch and drifted away.
I was getting tired, but no way was I going back to
the hotel without checking out that street Mall to see
my street singer again. But when I walked over he
wasn't there this time either. I wandered around
looking in shop windows and listening to the other
street musicians. I bought this big fat, soft
pretzel that was covered with large salt crystals.
People were squeezing mustard on their pretzel so I
thought, what the fuck....I'll try that too. Yum yum.
Then, there he was again. The street singer who sang
to me yesterday. He was alone...just standing in a
group listening to a guy play the flute, of all
things.
I wasn't sure what to do because I hadn't planned
anything. So, without a better plan, I just followed
him as he wandered around from group to group. He
seemed deep in thought. . Each change of position I
got closer and closer until I was right next to him.
"Heh, hello...ha, how are you doing?" I managed to
say. He turned his head and saw me. "Hey, my main
'Plain White T's' man! I saw you earlier this
afternoon, didn't I?" And just like that we started
talking as we stood there together....... like we
actually knew each other. He said he couldn't believe
he hadn't seen me around the university. He
mistakenly thought I was a student because he'd seen
me on campus today. I told him about me only being a
High school senior and the whole routine about me
checking the university out on my Senior Class trip
and all. .....
After about five minutes he put out his hand and said,
"I'm Cristobal Juarez, it's nice to meet you....?" I
said "Oliver Nickerson, the pleasure is mine" . We
shook hands and afterwards he put his arm around my
shoulder and we strolled off . He ask me what I
wanted to see on campus that I hadn't seen yet..... I
said a dormitory. "Lets go, Oliver. I'll show you
mine." As we walked he was very talkative and
friendly.... we talked about the kinds of music we
liked and our favorite bands and did I play a musical
instrument and stuff like that. He made me feel very
relaxed and I wasn't stuttering hardly at all.
His dorm was in a very old building. It was one room
basically and he shared it with a room mate who was
out. I was disappointed the dorm wasn't nicer, bigger
or something. Just a messy room. I sat on his bed
and he sat at his desk and we talked some more. I
told him about me singing in the church choir and he
explained that he earned pocket money doing the street
musician gig three nights a week...sometimes more
often. He said," let me hear you sing" and after some
encouragement I sang some of the "Hey There Delilah"
song. He clapped and said I was wonderful and we
should sing it together for the tourist sometime. He
told me that a lot of tourist come to see the
University and a lot of local people in addition to
all the college kids shop and eat in the street Mall
too. So there is always plenty of foot traffic in
that three block area..
While we were in his dorm room he got a couple of
calls on his cell phone and near the end of the second
one he said into the phone, "Ok, I'll stop over for a
while. I'm bringing a friend with me." To me he
said, "Come on, Oliver...Ill show you what a typical
fraternity party looks like." He was so easy to get
along with. All during our time together I couldn't
help but stare at him. I guess I'll just have to say
he's beautiful....I can't think of a better word to
describe his looks. In addition to being beautiful,
there was also something so 'kind' so 'nice' about
him. I loved being with him.
We walked a slow fifteen minute walk, talking all the
while with his arm around my shoulder again. It felt
very comfortable and natural somehow ......and then
there it was. A lot of guys and girls out front of an
old mansion. Well, it was big enough to be a mansion.
Some girl came right up to Cris and he introduced me.
It was the anchovy I'd seen earlier with Cris. He
kept his arm around my shoulders which made me feel
awesome. Her name was Candy and she didn't seem to
think it was odd at all that Cris had his arm around
my shoulder. We talked for a couple of minutes then
went inside for beers. I'm not much of a drinker but
I tried to keep up with Candy, at least. Cris was
drinking more, but it didn't seem to affect him much.
The two of them talked about a concert they'd been at
last weekend. They laughed a lot and Cris made sure
he included me in the conversation every couple
minutes or so....
There was music playing and after about a half hour
people began dancing and it was a very active party.
Lots of loud talking and laughter. Candy was off
dancing with some guy who had come over to ask her.
Cris was singing along with a CD as I looked at him
when all of a sudden he said, "Here Oliver, give me
your beer." I gave it to him and he put both our
beers on a step and without a word he took hold of me
around my waist and began slow dancing with
me......... our crotches rubbing together. He just
took it for granted that I'd want to dance with him.
He made it all seem, somehow, as if it were the most
normal thing in the world to do. I was stunned.
First of all, I can't dance. And, obviously, that
was secondary to the fact we were both boys and, in
the world I knew about, boys did not dance together.
Very quickly Cris said with a laugh, "Oh my God
Oliver, you're a terrible dancer. Here, follow me."
And he began to teach me to dance. Other kids were
all around us but no one made any comment or even
looked over. They were either seriously into
themselves and didn't notice us or, more
likely....they were use to seeing Cris dancing with
boys. Slow dancing wasn't hard to pick up and I
loved feeling Cris' body. He put his face next to
mine and I got a hard-on.
Oh what a wonderful feeling to be in his arms. I kept
thinking that this can't be happening, but of course
it was. He smelled so good....We danced through three
songs. After the third song Cris picked-up his beer
leaving his left arm around my waist and tasting the
beer he said, "Ugh! Its warm. Lets get some cold
ones," Off we went. He made no effort to explain why
he'd started dancing with me or why he thought I'd be
OK with it........dancing with a boy. There were
questions I had for Cris, but I did not want to ruin
this most perfect time so I saved the questions for
later. This was simply too excellent ....
too wonderfully exciting!
We had the cold beers and Cris was telling me about
the different fraternities and how they all had a
different approach to partying when I just had to
interrupted him, I was too curious and I had to ask
this much at least. I said, "I've never danced with a
boy before....have you, Cris?" He laughed and said of
course he has...many times, but never with a boy who
danced as badly as I do. He said it with a very sweet
smile and he ruffled my hair as he said it.....then he
added, "or with a boy as cute as you either." I was
speechless, but thrilled! He took my hand and led me
around the side of the huge porch that encircled the
ground floor.
When we were alone he gently held my head between his
two hands and kissed my cheek ...first one and then
the other. His skimpy short beard was so soft I
hardly felt it. Quickly a kiss on my lips.... then a
longer kiss on my lips which I opened for him...with
my lips apart he put his tongue against my front teeth
and licked them ..... up and around his tongue would
go ....up under my top lip. I moaned and opened my
mouth and he french kissed me. I'd never felt this
way before. He took his time and kissed me with such
passion I began to feel dizzy.....no drama, I was
really dizzy because I couldn't remember to breath
..... My boner was leaking and he began kissing my
neck, just under my jaw, and then gently sucking
there. Shortly, I humped a couple of times against
his thigh and cam in my pants while crying out a
squeaky sound like air escaping from a pin prick in a
balloon. I was clutching him around his waist so
tightly he asked me to please loosen my hold a bit.
"Oliver, you little Hottie! You just cam in your
pants, didn't you? You are so cute...I can't tell you
how happy I am that I found you again."
I was gasping for air...my climax had felt better than
any I could ever remember having. He handed me his
handkerchief and said, "Hurry Oliver....wipe inside
your pants before your cum soaks through. That would
be embarrassing , no?" He was laughing again. I
undid my pants and did what he'd suggested. He made
it all seem like fun and games. Afterward, I kissed
Cris on his lips and we kissed and made-out for
another ten minutes...my boner had come back up and
now I felt his hard boner against my thigh too.
Certainly this was the most sexually excited I've ever
been. I wanted to make-out all night, but Cris said
he hated to break it up but he had to get back. He
had to study for a late-term exam he was taking in the
morning. "I wouldn't even have come over here tonight
Oliver, but I couldn't resist the chance to get a few
beers in you and loosen you up a little. I thought
about your cute face all last night and I was so happy
to see you again over at the Mall. It's been
fabulous! Come on and walk me back to the dorm.
We'll make plans for tomorrow. OK?"
Back at the dorm, as we kissed some more, he fondled
my body, particularly my ass.....it was truly a dream
finally come true for me. Out of no where this
miracle had occurred. We made plans for me to meet
him, after his classes, at the Street Mall.... at 3pm.
He'd play guitar and sing for one or two hours and
then the two of us would think of something to
do.....he'd said that last part with that wicked smile
of his. Every time I thought he had given me the last
goodnight kiss of the night he'd hesitate and then
come back for another one. I would have stayed there
all night, but he finally did go in to study....
I was in a fog all the way back to the Holiday Inn.
What a fantastic turn of events. I got something to
eat and was sort of floating as I lay on my bed going
over each thing that Cristobal and me had done
together. He'd told me that his father is Puerto
Rican and his mother is half Irish and half Japanese.
What a fabulous combination and did it ever create a
beautiful boy. Talented and smart as hell too. Not a
brag, but you can't get in the University of
Pennsylvania unless you were at the top of your High
School class. I ran the water in the bathtub and
soaked in there thinking about the feelings he had
given me. Brand new feeling of wonder and lust. I
remembered how he tasted and how he felt and how I
couldn't get enough of him. If I'm not mistaken it
appeared as though he couldn't get enough of me
either. I thought of him as I slowly stroked my boner
under the warm water and I ended up with my whole body
shaking in the water as I cam in a wild climax......
truly a brand new level of sexual feeling!
It was difficult to get to sleep because I couldn't
stop thinking about him. When I did go to sleep I
dreamed of Cristobal Juarez...... and I woke up with
the dream in my head....the dream was just about us
two dancing, but it excited me so much I had to jerk
off again. It was 3am when I shot my third load of
the evening. First in my pants with Cris and then in
the bathtub and lastly jerking off in bed thinking
about that dream. Three fabulous wanks. He took my
breath away.......... everything about him excited me.
The next morning I was restless thinking about what
I'd do till 3pm. That's when I'll be meeting
Cristobal. Just to try to get my mind off him for a
little while I went on one of the hotel's sight seeing
tours. It lasted two hours and it definitely was
interesting. I was glad I went because now I have
something I can tell my parents about the trip. I
felt pretty sure I wasn't going to be mentioning my
activities with Cristobal. I ate lunch in the hotel
and actually talked to some of my class mates. It was
fun listening to them recount their adventures on the
Senior class trip. It sounded like they were having a
great time and a lot of laughs, but it also sounded
like kid stuff when compared to my adventures..
Cris was already singing when I got to the outdoor
Mall and he looked so cool. Today is was going for a
continuation of his preppy look from yesterday. Last
night he'd told me that he has three looks for his
guitar and singing gigs at the Mall....the homeless
look, like I saw him in the first day.......a preppy
look like yesterday and today......lastly and his
favorite, the punk look. He'd showed me his punk
outfit and clip on "piercings" and he described the
way he did a wild moused-up hair look. We discussed
it all in detail when we were in his room doing all
that talking yesterday. I liked all his looks. I
can't imagine any look that I wouldn't like if
Cristobal was involved....
He didn't notice me standing there in his audience for
a couple of minutes and then when he did notice he
broke out in this big grin right in the middle of his
song. People saw that big grin and looked over in the
direction Cris was looking.....they had to notice me
staring back at Cris and smiling like mad at him. He
shook his head with a grin and a laugh and looked
other places. It made me feel great to see his
reaction when he saw me......
He did a couple of more songs than told everyone in
his audience that he had a friend who was going to
sing a number with him, "Come on up, Oliver". Oh
fuck no, I thought. What if I screw this up.....I
wasn't afraid I'd stutter because I never stutter when
I sing although I hadn't been doing much singing
lately. Cris was performing up on a big slab of
granite about ten inches higher than the brick walkway
where the audience stood.. I stepped up and Cris
started right in playing "Hey There Delilah" and I
started singing without thinking about it and we were
off and running. We really did a helluva number on
that song. It sounded great and everyone got into it.
We got a huge hand at the end.
The crowd was calling out "One more...one more." Cris
looked at me and I whispered that the only songs I
knew all the words to were "Delilah" and "Amazing
Grace". Cris gave me a look like "how do you know
that song?" as if I could ever forget it, but of
course he didn't know my story. He played a little
of it on the guitar and I sang it right out..... it
really came across. I closed my eyes and with Cris
singing along with me it sounded just like I
remembered me and Tyler doing it all those times....
so long ago. Singing it again with Cris' Tyler
sound-alike voice was very moving for me. I was
proud of myself for not crying. Maybe I am
growing-up......Tyler will always be in my heart, but
maybe I can live and love with another as well.
We got a great round of applause. That song has quite
an affect on people. What a thrill I had. The
applause and singing with Cris who sounded like
Tyler...oh my God it was such a rush. ....such a blast
from my past. After "Amazing Grace" Cris went back
to doing his stuff and much later with an all new
audience we did both "Delilah" and "Amazing Grace"
again for the new audience. It was almost 5pm when
Chris said he was totally wiped out. His baseball cap
had more money in it than at any other day he could
remember. Cris wanted to split it with me, but I
wouldn't take it.
We drifted over to his dorm room to drop off his
guitar and amp. Cris insisted that he was going to
treat me to dinner. I felt like I had a glow all
around me...the last 24 hours had been so wonderful
and so much fun. Maybe the best 24 hours of my life.
In his room he put his guitar away and casually put
his arms around me to hug me to him. Without speaking
he had one hand cupping the back of my head just like
Ryjohn had done to me. Cris rubbed up the back of my
head and took a hand full of my hair..... his other
arm around my waist. His lips covered my lips and
right off his delicious taste was all over my tongue.
He had shaved off his little skimpy beard and I
thought he looked even younger now. The smoothness
and tightness of the skin on his face was very sexy
and I licked up his cheek just like I'd done to that
pizza shoppe boy a few days ago. My cock got hard.
The newness of kissing and being kissed by another
boy, one who I was so attracted to .......it had me
moaning with pleasure from the very first touch.
These sensations were all so new to me that they had a
very powerful, instantaneous affect. My body
responded to him totally. I was boner hard within
seconds of contact and quickly nearly delirious from
his smell and his taste and his feel....I was
squirming and cooing and I felt tingling all over my
body. Cris has a way of licking and sucking my tongue
that caused my boner to leak. Everything he did
completely over whelmed my senses with pleasure.
It wasn't long before I pulled my lips away from his
and with the sides of our faces together I took a
deep breath and whispered, "Cristobal,
please...Please, I'm going to cum too soon. I want to
enjoy this longer." He was hungry for me though and
wouldn't stop kissing the side of my face and under my
chin on my neck and then just like the night before I
cam a long stream of cum in my pants as I struggled
again for air.....then, more contractions in my groin
and more squirts of cum in my pants. I grunted as I
humped Cristobal's leg through out my climax.
This yummy pleasure feeling even topped what I
experienced the day before. I couldn't speak....it
was other-worldly to me. What a feeling of ecstasy.
Our faces were wet with our saliva as he slowly moved
his lips back and forth across my slippery
cheeks....."You are delicious, Oliver . I could just
eat you with a spoon." He undid his pants and taking
hold of my hand he pushed it down the front of his
pants.
My first feel of another boy's erection...... It felt
exactly like mine felt, but knowing it was his made me
blow out little puffs of air ....little bursts of air
as I stroked his wonderful cock. He was saying
"Harder Oliver...faster please! oh yes, that's it.
Ah Ah...." And his cock erupted up between us. Cum
on both our T shirts. I was breathing hard all
through it. When Cris was finally calm enough, in a
breathy voice he said, "Ha Ha, Look at the mess I
made......and, Oliver, I could tell you did it again
in your pants a little while ago, you horny boy you.
Ya better clean that cum out of your pants again or
you'll be eating dinner with a big wet spot on the
front of them. I'll get us a couple of clean T shirts
to wear." He was laughing again by now.
I cleaned up before my cum could soak through and
stain the front of my pants. We shared a cold coke
and then, each wearing one of Cris' clean T shirts we
went outside to a beautiful Spring night. As we
approached the outdoor Mall I clumsily half-stepped
off a curb and tripped badly on a broken sewer grate.
I went down like I was shot. The pain in my ankle
was piercing and it was so bad I couldn't even scream
out at first. Then I cursed, "God damn it! Fuck!" as
I tried to get up. Cris was trying to help, but the
pain was too intense right then. It took a minute for
me to even pull myself up enough so that I could sit
on the curb. I had my leg with the wounded ankle
stretched out in front of me. I really wanted to cry
like a baby from the pain, but that was out of the
question of course. Cris was asking me stuff, but I
couldn't focus on what he was saying just yet.
Cris kneeling next to me was asking what he could do
to help. The high shrill pain in my ankle was down to
a throbbing ache and I could handle that. I said, "Oh
man, I'm sorry..... but I couldn't talk for a minute
there. I twisted my ankle when I tripped and I had
this white pain that dominated all my senses. Jesus
Christ, I never had anything hurt like that before.
Would ya help me to stand?" Cris grabbed under my arm
pits from behind and pulled me up but I couldn't put
any pressure on the foot with the hurt ankle. He held
on to me...... and with me hopping on my good foot we
got over to a low brick wall and I sat on it. Cris
took out his cell phone and called his room mate who
quickly showed up in a brand new Mini Cooper
convertible.
The room mate was about 5'3" tall and he weighed maybe
150 pounds. Much of that 150 pounds appeared to be
muscles. His T shirt bulged with muscles. His head
was shaved and he had many, many tattoos. Everyone of
his fingers had a ring on it and that included his
thumbs. He looked scary, but when we were introduced
he was the nicest guy you'd ever hope to meet. His
name was Davis Moore. He picked me up and put me in
the front passenger seat. Cris had to get in the tiny
back seat but with Davis being so short the driver's
seat was way up and gave Cris a little leg room in the
back. My seat was pushed all the way back so I could
stretch out my leg with the injured ankle. It was
kind of weird but the Mini is a very small car so Cris
and me were almost sitting next to each other. Me in
the front, he in the back.
Davis drove us to a hospital emergency room and both
guys helped me hobble in. Amazingly, even with a full
room of patients who all needed attention, we got
immediate admittance without even checking in at the
front desk. I realized why we got that special
treatment when the beautiful emergency room doctor
came right over to us and kissed Cris and said, "Hi,
Baby. I hear your boyfriend has a boo boo?" Then she
said, "Davis, did you get another fucking tattoo?"
Davis said, "I got two more since I last saw you, Dr
Juarez." Dr Juarez? I'm no dummy...I figured out
that the Doctor was Cris' mother.
After a quick Xray determined that there were no
broken bones, she felt around my ankle and said I had
a #1 level sprain. "Not too bad at all." she said.
Well, not for her maybe, but it hurt me quite a lot.
She expertly wrapped my ankle in an ACE bandage and
then instructed a nurse to wrap my ankle bandage with
a chemical cold pack. Jesus, that thing got wicked
cold! The nurse also gave me some cheap looking
crutches and told me to stay off the ankle until it
stopped hurting. That would be four to ten days she
guessed. They were all very blase about my ankle
sprain.
While Dr Juarez did not seem to think my injury very
interesting she was very interested in questioning
Cristobal about why he hadn't showed up for Sunday
dinner last weekend. Also she wanted to know what
kind of grades did he think he'd be getting this
semester, and was I his latest boyfriend, and how old
was I because, "he don't look 18 Christobal and you
better not fuck around with under age boys or I'll do
surgery on your private parts"... and how long had
Cristobal known me, and how did I hurt my ankle and, "
it better not have been during some degenerate sex
act" and on and on and on she and he went with
Cristobal making wiseass comments to each query. It
was fun and funny.
Davis and I just exchanged looks because it was like
we weren't even there. Everything was light banter
back and forth between Cris and his mother. Cris was
obviously totally comfortable with the whole scene and
so was his mother. They were having a good time.
When we were done she kissed Cris again and said,
"he's your cutest boyfriend ever... Hope you can keep
him longer than you managed to hold on to Mikey!"
When we were leaving she said it was wonderful to meet
me and she said bye to Davis and then she said, "Now I
better rush off to take care of my real emergency room
patients."
The entire episode took only ten minutes or so. Davis
drove us to the Holiday Inn and Cris said, "Davis,
thanks man! I owe ya one. I'll take the train back
over to school after I get Oliver settled. Thanks
again you scary looking fucker!" I thanked Davis too,
but he just waved it off and said to Cris, "Shall I
hold my breath until you get back to the dorm,
Juarez?" Cris laughed and said, "Maybe you better
not. See ya later dude." I guessed that Davis was
assuming that Cris was going to stay with me in my
room for quite a while. I sure hoped so. Cris was
carrying something in a brown paper bag as we headed
for the front door to the Holiday Inn. Me hubbling
along on crutches.
We had to use the elevator because there wasn't any
way I'd be able to negotiate three floors of stairs on
these crutches. Luck was with me again and I didn't
run into anybody I knew. By the time we got to my
room it was almost 7pm. Cris nodded his approval of
the room, helped get me seated and then he picked up
the room service menu and said, "I promised you
dinner, Oliver, and dinner you shall have. What do ya
want?" We settled on a large cheese pizza and a
couple orders of Honey BAR-B-Q chicken wings.
While we were waiting he took two bottles of red wine
out of the paper bag. Cris said, "In our house we
drink wine with dinner. I had my first glass of wine
at 13 years old. Every dinner since then, when I'm
home, I have wine to drink with the evening meal. Do
you drink anything?" I told him I didn't, but I'd
like to try it with him. He poured us some into the
plastic cups he found in the bathroom. It was not
good. I forced it down though because I wanted to be
like Cristobal. I loved being with him. He was so
relaxed and easy going it was very soothing to me. He
asked how I was doing, did I like the wine, would I
like him to turn on the TV...some music maybe. Oh my
God, he was so nice to me......
We did turn on some music and we drank our wine and
ate our pizza and chicken wings and talked. One thing
led to another and I told him about my lousy High
School experience. When he was listening to me he
gave me his total attention. He made it seem like
what I said was the most interesting and most
important thing he'd ever heard. Going backwards in
my life history I finally got to the Tyler part. He
said he'd wondered how old I was when I knew I was
gay. That made me realize I'd never asked him how he
knew....why he just assumed I was gay. I wanted to
ask but one thing led to another and I didn't ask.
He told me that he'd known he was gay very early in
his life. Maybe as young as 9 or 10 years old. He
and his parents discussed it with him endlessly. As
the years went on the three of them agreed that, yes
indeed....Cristobal was gay. No problem. They
provided all the medical information about AIDS and
other medical concerns regarding homosexual
sex....also a lot of gay literature for Cris to
peruse when he felt like it...
Cris had attended private schools from first grade all
the way through High School. Being gay was simply not
an issue....no more of an issue that being tall or
short or anything else. He'd had a wonderful
childhood....a wonderful life, really. He told me
that he wasn't taking it all for granted, he was very
appreciative of all his good fortune. As we talked he
ran water in the bathtub and said we were going to
take a bath together. I was a bit shy at
first....getting naked in front of Cris, but, as it
turned out, he was so casual about it that I just
followed his lead. He made no comment about my skinny
body.....maybe because he had a skinny body too. We
both were uncut and average size in the penise
department. Nothing special to comment on.
Nothing special to comment on until he was helping me
get in the tub with my sore ankle..... his naked body
rubbing my naked body caused me to spring a bonner.
Cris was laughing so hard, "You are the horniest guy
on the fucking planet, Oliver. Jesus Christ, relax!
We got a lot of fun ahead of us, Babe." That's all
well and good, but my bonner stayed up. It floated in
the water between my legs as Cris climbed in behind me
and I lay back against his chest. Oh, another
wonderful new feeling..... another wonderful new
sensation. I reached down to get hold of both of
Cris' wrists and pulled his arms around me. Cris
said, "This is nice, Oliver."
He'd made sure both our plastic cups of wine and the
wine bottle were in reach. We were on the second
bottle by now and I was getting use to drinking
it....I'm not saying it tasted any better, but I could
get it down easier now than I could at first. Cris
wanted to hear more about Tyler. I'd told him that
Tyler, sexually, was very straight. Cris said he
just wanted to hear about our friendship, not sex
necessarily. I told him about the choir. I told him
about our teachers in school who every year said we
were both the smartest kids they'd ever had in their
classroom. I told him about the funny stuff too. How
Tyler was always making up outlandish stuff to get me
to laugh at the wrong times.
I told Cris about the time Tyler whispered to me in
study hall.... this was long before the thought and
horror of death entered our world.... he said that
everyone should know the warning signs of death. One,
would be rigor mortis probably and another one might
be a rotting smell and the third might be...
'occasional drowsiness'. I'd be staring at him and
he'd keep making stuff up about how you'd know you
were dead until I was peeing my pants laughing. If
the "drowsiness" absurdity hadn't got me laughing he'd
have kept going with more and more ridiculous stuff
until I did laugh out loud and get myself yelled out
by the choir director or teacher or whoever. That time
the drowsiness comment was the one that got me going.
Cristobal really laughed at my stories of Tyler.....he
said Tyler sounded like a real hot shit...a great
buddy. A lot of fun. Yes, Tyler was.... and
Cristobal is all of those things too.
Cris commiserated at the difficulty I had dealing with
Tyler's death. Telling all of this to Cristobal took
a long time and we were ready to get out of the tub
before I was done. We lay together... naked on the
bed under the top sheet as I finished telling about
the way I came into my stutter and eventually Cris
knew an awful lot about my life.. The wine was long
gone and I felt a little fuzzy from it although Cris
had had twice as much wine to drink as me. He had his
arms around me and I took his right arm and rubbed the
back of his wrist against my nose to smell the unique,
sexy odor of his skin. He snuggled with me and hugged
and kissed me and he told me that the relationship
between Tyler and me was a beautiful thing. He said,
sadly, he'd never been that close to any friend he'd
ever had.
Earlier in the evening, when I'd told Cris about
Tyler's accident, we were still in the tub and the
sadness of it all had caused Cris to cry while
hugging me from behind. It's the only time I cried
all night. I cried with Cristobal. I stopped crying
when he stopped crying. Being able to tell Cristobal
my sad tale helped me to see that it really wasn't an
impossibly big mountain to climb anymore. I realized
that I was in fact getting on with my life and that I
had been getting on with it for some time now. I
will never forget Tyler, my best friend ever and also
my first true love.... and I'll never forget the
tragedy of his death at so young an age and for such a
stupid reason, but I can see that I'm able to move on
with my life now.
We lay there together, Cristobal and me.... and I
thought there wasn't any place else in the world that
I'd rather be. In a quiet voice, while playing with
a piece of my hair, Cristobal said, "Oliver, can I be
the first boy to make love to you? Can I be the one
to take your 'cherry'? I really would love to be that
boy." I didn't hesitate and just nodded my head up
and down once. He said, "Can it be here, now?" I
said, "Yes, please." He kissed me and rubbed his hand
on my belly and down into my pubes. He massaged my
cock and balls until they were stiff and hard.
While he was casually massaging my cock and balls he
was telling me that he had a lubed condom in his jeans
that he'd use. He gave me a little lecture about the
importance of using condoms for anal sex. He said
he'd never had sex even once without a condom on and
then I said, "Since I've never had sex of any kind
with anybody besides myself, and since you never
fucked anyone without a condom...... well, wouldn't it
be safe for us to do it just this one time without a
condom?" I told him I'd really like to have him
inside me "naked". A part of his naked body inside my
naked body.
At this point we were laying on our backs with me
using Cristobal's bicep as a pillow. He continued to
twirl a strand of my hair with his fingers. It was
comfortable with just the sheet covering us. Almost
11pm by now..... since we'd arrived, at about 7pm,
I'd had a boner or semi-boner most of the time. I was
in a constant state of arousal. Cristobal massaging
my cock and balls added significantly to that
arousal.... He waited a minute or so after I'd ask if
we could do it without the condom and then turned his
head to look at me....he stared at me until I turned
my head to face him and he said, "OK Oliver,
sure....that makes sense the way you put it. No
condom this time.... but we will need some kind of
lube. You got anything we can use?" I did. I had
some greaseless vaseline that I used to keep my lips
from getting chapped in the winter. It was Spring now
but a half a tube of the cream was still in my toilet
kit. My heart pounding with excitement I hopped up
and got it for Cris.
Back in bed Cris said, "Let me have a little more of
those tasty, hot lips, of yours, Oliver," and we began
kissing gently. Cris said he could feel my heart
beating fast and he said he was very excited about our
first time together too. He quietly asked me
to..."Just lay on your side now, Oliver and I'll put
some of this on that tight little hole of yours." He
began lubing my hole and I got even more excited and
aroused because finally my wish is coming true.......
finally something I'd been dreaming about for years
was about to happen.
Shortly he'd worked his finger up inside me and I was
already squirming from that pleasurable feeling. Just
being handled like that by another boy was such an
exciting turn-on for me. Especially because the boy
was Cristobal. Cris worked up to a total of three
fingers inside me....this was over a 15 minute period
and then, as I lay on my side with my knees pulled up
to my chest I felt the fat head of his cock pushing
gently up against my distended hole. He applied a
little more pressure and it slipped inside me........
a string of pre cum drooled down my boner. My mouth
was open and just the knowledge that his cock was
inside me had me shivering and squirming and
constantly licking my lips. My chin was soon shiny
with my own spit.
He pushed in ever so slowly. I felt almost no pain,
just this feeling of being very "filled-up" back
there. It felt like Cris was sticking a foot long
log in me but I knew it was only a little over six
inches long...he was just going very slowly. I could
hear him let a lot of air out of his lungs every now
and then and grunt softly as he enjoyed that feeling
of a tight hole surrounded his throbbing, hard cock..
Finally he said in a breathy voice, "Oliver, I'm all
the way in you. How does it feel?" I told him it was
the strangest feeling, but I've never felt anything I
liked better. He kissed the side of my face and said,
"Turn your head, Oliver, so we can kiss." As we
kissed he pulled his cock out a little bit and pushed
it back in and everything was feeling totally dreamy
to me. Then he pulled out further and the swollen,
slippery head of his cock pushed on my prostrate
button as he slid in and out of me. I said, "Ahhh
right there...oh my God, Cristobal. Right
there...please do it some more."
He stimulated my prostrate with quick thrusts of his
hard, swollen cock head and in less than two minutes I
squealed out as I cam harder than I'd ever cum before
in my life. My cum shot straight out of my pee slit
and it burned from the force of the stream. The
tightening of my ring as I shot off the big load and
the five or six follow-up squirts had Cristobal
grunting and blowing a lot of air on the back of my
head as he pumped my hole hard .....and I soon felt
his first strong cum stream explode deep inside me and
then I felt how squishy my hole was as he did his
subsequent contractions and squirts... Cum drooled
out of my hole. We couldn't talk. I felt the sweat
on Cristobal's face as he pressed his face next to
mine and hugged me tight.
Later that night Cris fucked me while I lay on my back
with my knees pushed back next to my chest. He was
kneeling between my legs. From time to time he would
lay on top of me, belly to belly, with his hard cock
as far up me as he could get it. We'd kiss and suck
each others tongues as our bellies moved against each
other getting all sweaty and slippery. This
naturally got my twitching cock which was squeezed
between our bellies wet and slippery with that same
sweat. Just when I'd start to think that nothing
could feel better than this he'd go up on his knees
and holding both my thighs, with my feet now up on
either side of his beautiful face, he'd fuck me hard
for a couple of minutes until he was out of breath.
Then he'd pump me slowly with long deep thrusts and it
all felt so slippery and yummy and perfect. We went
much longer the second time before exploding with our
cum shots. Cris didn't use a condom this time either
and I felt the cum squeezing out around his cock,
drooling down my bum, as he pumped me slowly after
his big cummy climax..
Truly, I've had hundreds of fantasies about a cute guy
fucking me, but I never dreamed it would ever feel
this good. I loved looking at Cristabal as he fucked
me so later when he did me a third time, very early in
the morning, he did me the same way..... on my back
so we could look at each other's face. He did deep,
slow thrusts for a long time and it was the perfect
erotic experience.....no hurry, just that juicy sexy
feeling that you hope will go on forever. But
eventually there is an impossibly fabulous feeling in
your groin and the ensuing climax totally overwhelms
every nerve ending in your body and you try to take in
as much of it as possible. Nothing in life feels as
good. The third climac in six or seven hours didn't
generate a great deal of spunk for me or Cristobal,
but all the sensations are pretty much the same as our
earlier climaxes.
Nothing before in my life has ever felt as good as
being fucked by Cristobal. I've never felt as close
to another person either. Not even with Tyler, but
of course Tyler and me never had sex together. Having
consensual sex...wanting it and happily letting
someone fuck you is obviously a very personal, private
experience between two people and it created a
closeness with Cristobal I'd never felt with anyone
before.. The affection we felt for each other was in
the air all around us. We didn't talk of love......we
both knew that it was too soon for real love to have
developed between us, but there was that very real
afftection there. We really, really, really liked
each other.
The odd fact is that if I hadn't had that trip off the
curb and sprained my ankle we never would have had the
opportunity to spend those hours together in my room .
Prior to me tripping, neither Cristabol nor me ever
gave a thought of going back to my hotel room. Cris
had to help me get there after my trip and the
sprained ankle .....I couldn't get there without help.
Once in the room together everything just fell into
place. So, that is really the "trip" in my High
School Senior Class Trip that I'll always remember the
most.....the trip I had on the trip.
Cristobal had told me when we were in the bathtub
together that he would be traveling in Europe most of
the summer. The European trip was sponsored by the
University and had been planned for way back in
January. It was paid for in advance and there was no
getting out of it even if he wanted to..... which he
didn't want to anyway. It's just that we wouldn't be
able to see each other until the Fall when I started
my Freshman year at the University. Cris and I were
the same age......he was one year ahead of me in
college because I had stayed out of the eight grade
that year after Tyler's death.
After that early morning fuck we had both quickly
fallen back to sleep. I'd wrapped my arms and legs
around Cristobal and went right back to sleep. When I
woke up a few hours later Cris was in the bathroom
showering. I pulled his pillow over to me and sunk my
face into it to smell his unique special smell. Cris
came out of the bathroom all shiny clean wearing a
pair of my socks and a pair of my boxer shorts. He
put the T shirt and jeans he wore yesterday back on
and came over to the bed. We hadn't said a word while
he was dressing, but we kept looking at each other,.
Cristobal finally said, "Parting is such sweet sorrow,
Oliver. What the hell does that mean anyway? Listen,
I wish I had the right words to say to you but I'm not
much good at this. Just let me say that in the short
time I've had to get to know you it's become obvious
to me that you are a very special person and I want to
continue to get to know you better and better. I've
had sex with only three boys...you being the third,
Oliver. You mean ten times more to me than the other
two put together. You and me have something together
that is extra special, unique.... please don't forget
me. I can't wait until the Fall when I'll be back
here at the University with you. I can't wait to see
your cute face and kiss you again." He bent down and
kissed my forehead and held the kiss for a while.
I had the stutters again when I tried to speak and
Christobal put his finger gently on my two lips and
went.."Shhhh, don't say anything, Oliver. You'll have
me crying again. I know how you feel about me and
it's right back at you. Kiss me goodbye,
Oliver.......and remember, goodbye doesn't have to
mean forever..... and with us it doesn't. It means
we'll see each other in a few months." We kissed a
sweet kiss and he walked out the door without looking
back. I lay there hugging his pillow thinking that
dreams do come true....and for the
first time in as long as I can remember I was looking
forward to all my tomorrows too.
the end
fiction by Donny