Date: Tue, 19 Jul 2011 14:04:46 -0500
From: Martin Heidegger <mheidegger@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Queer Road  "Benny Ball II"

DISCLAIMER: This is a series of fictional stories about teenaged boys and
young men confused over their sexuality.  There are graphic descriptions of
sexual activity, mostly homosexual.  If you are not permitted to read such
material, stop now.  The author retains copyright.


			Benny Ball II


	Boyd lay in bed, nude, idly fondling his balls.  He'd slept most of
the first two days he was home from Viet Nam, being still on Asian time,
then caught up on home cooking as his mother lavished all his favorite
dishes on him.  His cousin took him fishing, and his father took him to the
VFW for a beer.  He'd hit the teen hangouts, but all his friends had moved
on; Benny Ball was in the Navy, Maedean was married with two children,
Mavis was in college.
	He thought about that Vietnamese man/boy he'd seen at the
whorehouse in Saigon, and how it had reminded him of Benny Ball; Benny Ball
struggling as Boyd subdued him and then choking as Boyd had stuck his dick
in his mouth.  Benny Ball sucking Boyd off in the garage while they were
changing the oil, and Benny Ball sucking Boyd's dick and then licking his
asshole out at the swimming hole the week of Boyd's high school graduation.
Boyd had dismissed all those times he ejaculated into Benny Ball's mouth
and on his face as just a stronger boy enjoying his dominance over another.
He was just letting Benny do what Benny wanted to do.  But, when Boyd got
rock hard seeing that Vietnamese boy, and thought about doing the same
stuff with him, that was queer.  What he'd done with Brad in Memphis was
queer, no doubt about that.
	Boyd was hard now.  He began to stroke, and had a vision of Brad
kneeling on the bed in the Holiday Inn, looking back over his shoulder with
an expectant look on his face as he lubed his own asshole with some cream
he had carried in his pocket to The Key Lounge. Climax came easily, and it
was with a vision of the nude Vietnamese boy as sperm shot out of Boyd's
straining dick onto his stomach and chest.  He wiped up and got up.
	Showering he thought about the effect on an army career being queer
would have.  One whiff of being queer and the army would start to watch
him; they'd go through his room looking for homosexual porn, follow him off
base to see where he went.  They'd raid a bar if they heard rumors of
"queers gathering."  Woe to any soldier caught in one of those sweeps.  The
other soldiers would cut him off from the camaraderie that was why he was
there.  He'd seen all that happen.

	"Uh oh!  Trouble," the bartender said, wiping a spot in front of
Boyd and moving to the end.  Boyd looked in the mirror.  He was drinking in
the Rebel Club, a roadhouse in the next county from his home, which was in
a dry county.
	Western boots tucked into tight jeans, a halter top, big hair, and
she was alone, Maedean Ball Davis had left her red Cadillac running at the
front door so the air conditioning would keep it cool on a hot summer
night.  Everyone in Eastern Arkansas knew Maedean Davis, "Bubba" Davis's
wild hair wife and the red El Dorado with the vanity plate "Maedean" she
drove.  Some knew a whole lot more about her than that.
	"Hello!  Why, it's little Boyd Sutherland!  I haven't seen you
since you were fifteen," she said as she plopped her shapely butt cheeks
onto the bar stool next to his.
	"Drink?"
	"Double vodka, Ray," she said to the bartender, who was already
reaching for the top shelf vodka she drank.  She turned around to scan the
room, then turned back to the mirror, satisfied that all eyes were on her
and said, "I remember when my little brother pulled your pants down out in
the driveway of your house when we were playing HORSE.  Your little boy
weinie was floppin' in the breeze!"
	Big laugh from the whole Rebel Club.

	"That's a fine dick you got there, Boyd.  That grow while you were
in the army?"  Maedean asked an hour later, stretched out naked in the
front seat of her El Dorado, nose coming up from a tongue trip down around
two manly nuts.
	"Suck."
	"Glurb, slurp, ummm."  Then she pulled off and said, "Did you enjoy
looking at my tits the day my pervert little brother took you up to his
room to look through the hole in the wall while I was taking a shower?"
	"You knew about that?"
	"I knew about the hole.  When I saw him bringing you up to his room
I knew he was going to let you look through it.  You should thank me for
the show."
	"Thanks."
	"Eat my pussy."
	He did, and she got the same reward her little brother had gotten
for letting Boyd look through the peephole; 40 million sperm in her mouth.

	By the end of the night there was semen and cunt juice smeared
sticky over the leather seats of the El Dorado.  If Bubba Davis had opened
the door of his wife's car and stuck his head in the smell would have told
him the whole story.  But, Bubba didn't care.

	Bubba Davis had scheduled some aerial spraying on several of his
cotton fields the next morning and was gone before dawn.  Maedean had to
take one of her children to the doctor in Memphis and she was hung over.
She was nauseated already when she opened the car door.  Ripe from being
closed up in the hot garage, the smell brought her breakfast to her throat.
She choked it down, opened the windows got the AC going full blast and went
back inside to get the sick, cranky little boy and some Armor All.  Driving
to Memphis her head pounded and her asshole hurt.  She'd been curious about
anal, and now she knew all about it.

	A few days later Boyd began to polish his brass and shine his
boots.  He was ready to get back to Ft. Benning.  His juices were
replenished from the night with Maedean and his dick got hard thinking
about it. He called Brad in Memphis.

	Boyd had not wanted to go back to the queer bar, but Brad had
begged to go just for one drink.  Boyd knew it was to show off Brad's
conquest.  No matter.
	After the drink they went out the back way and crossed the alley to
Boyd's car.  Boyd had forgotten his baseball cap and ran back inside to get
it.  When he returned a moment later there were three guys standing around
his car.
	"...rollin' queers," the big guy said. "Ah, another one."
	Brad was pinned against the car, looking terrified.  He'd already
surrendered his wallet.
	"What?"  Boyd asked, standing in the alley.
	"What'ya got queer?"  The big guy said, menacing.
	"A wallet full of twenties, fuck ring.  Come get it."
	The big guy took two steps toward Boyd, who took a step back.  The
big guy reached out to grab Boyd, and Boyd popped him neatly in the face
with a short left jab. Howling with rage the big guy threw a roundhouse
punch, which Boyd blocked and punched him hard in the belly, he doubled
over, and Boyd stomped on the top of his foot, then threw a well timed
right cross into his mouth.  Blood splatted behind them onto the alley.
The two companions were already out of sight.  The big guy stood there
bleeding from the mouth, fumbling for a handkerchief, assuming Boyd would
stop now that there was blood.  He was wrong.  The last punch laid him out
on the alley.

	"You had him down!  You should have kicked the shit out of him, the
others ran off," Brad said, still excited, looking back at the gathering
crowd behind The Key as they pulled away.
	"Don't need to be showing my ID to a bunch of cops after a fight
behind a queer bar.  If that big guy wants to roll any more queers he's
gonna have to find another way to say queer, because all his front teeth
are gone.  He got the message."

	"Let me suck your nuts," Brad said thickly, pulling Boyd's cock out
of his mouth and kicking off his jockey shorts and jumping onto the Holiday
Inn bed, stretching out with his head at the edge where he'd been sitting.
He guided Boyd's knees up onto the bed on either side of Brad's upturned
face, and his tongue found one and then the other testicle hanging
down. Lapping, then licking, then sucking one and then the other into his
warm greedy mouth, Brad began to hum.
	"Yeah, oh yeah," Boyd said, feeling the heightened pleasure as his
nuts tried to pull up from the licking and humming and Brad sucked them
back down.  Then he felt the tongue explore back behind the nuts.  "Yeah,
get that butt hole buddy.  Get it."
	Boyd moved onto the bed to give Brad access to his butt.  The
licking continued, closer, lapping around the back cheeks.  Boyd was now on
his elbows and knees over Brad, and Brad's cock was right there; thick and
straight with a big head.  A manly cock.  Boyd got a good look at it.  The
tongue circled his anus, and Boyd gasped, and dropped his weight off of his
elbows letting his chest fall to Brad's mid section.  Brad strained his
neck upward to maintain contact with Boyd's ass, and the licking continued.
Boyd grasped the cock, the first erect penis he'd held.
	Admired in the locker room and shower, fondled and sucked at scout
camp, this cock head had been a passive inserter as a boy knelt to worship
it.  It had thrust down the throat and ejaculated in more than one boy
whose wet dreams became reality as the handsome Brad gobbled their own
dick.  It had probed between butt cheeks as boys knelt quivering in guilt
and anticipation; wanting and fearing what they wanted; what they'd wanted
since they knew it was possible for a boy to stick his dick into the
backside of another boy.  It had stretched assholes offered for their first
fucking, and been smeared with virgin ass blood and semen more than once.
Always semen, because Brad was handsome and persuasive and patient.  Once
Brad got their pants down he completed the act, and once impaled on this
thick, straight, big headed cock, they'd want more.  He'd picked his
partners carefully, so the right people knew what Brad liked, but most only
suspected, if at all.  Now that big, fine, masculine cock was inches from
Boyd Sutherland's lips, and he wanted it.  He licked the head, and it's
warmth and satiny softness made him want more.  He shifted his weight to
the side and rolled off of Brad, pulling his asshole away from Brad's
searching tongue.  He wrapped his arms around Brad's hips and took the cock
to the back of his throat.  He scooted further down Brad's body and felt
Brad take his own member to the hilt.  He was free now to coax that big
head past his gag line and into his gullet, free to find Brad's anus with a
probing finger, free to bring Brad off in his mouth, free to swallow this
handsome man's seed.  He wanted the seed.
	The room was quiet as each man tried to swallow the cock of the
other; get it down as far as possible, probing the asshole for that button
inside that would set off the fireworks, and continuing the pistoning
finger when the salty jism taste started; swallowing, probing, gasping and
choking on cock and cum.

	Passing through Tupelo, Mississippi, Boyd stopped for gas and a
coke.  As he cleaned his windshield he thought ahead to Ft. Benning and the
army.  He had this queer thing figured out; live in the barracks, stay away
from dicks around the post, get some jumps in so he could qualify for
ranger school, plan on another Nam tour next year, and maybe stop by
Memphis every few months to see Brad; or find another Brad in Atlanta,
which was closer. In the interim, there would always be a Maedean.  Poor
Maedean, forever just a cunt; to her husband and to the endless succession
of dicks she would need; always looking, never finding.