Date: Tue, 5 Apr 2011 16:19:25 -0500 From: Martin Heidegger <mheidegger@hotmail.com> Subject: The Queer Road: Voyeur III Bobby going down The Queer Road Disclaimer: This is a series of stories about teenaged boys and young men in conflict over their sexuality. There are graphic descriptions of sexual activity, mostly homosexual. If you are not supposed to read such material, stop now. The author retains copyright. Voyeur: Bobby going down I'd ridden my bike out to Uncle Dave's farm on a Saturday morning, expecting to go fishing with my cousin Bobby. He was sixteen at the time, a year older than me. I coasted past the farmhouse into the yard in front of the barn, and jumped off my bike. Bobby was usually back there somewhere. I walked my bike toward the barn and was about to call out when I heard something that stopped me in my tracks. "Watch your teeth!" Someone whispered just inside the barn. I was only a dozen feet from the door.I froze. Movement rustled the straw on the floor of the tack room. "That's better, now take some more." I knew what that meant, somebody was getting his dick sucked. I was scared. If whoever it was in there caught me standing out here I might find myself doing the same thing. I didn't want to become the star of this game. "Ohh!" There was a long sigh, and some more rustling in the straw. Was that Bobby in there, and was he the sucker or the suckee? Bobby was bigger and stronger than me, and though he always treated me well, I knew he had a mean streak. I didn't want to know something about Bobby he didn't want me to know. "Mrmmph?" "Yeah." There was more movement in the straw and then I heard clothes rustling. Someone was pulling down his pants. Sucking sounds were louder now, and rhythmic. "Slurp, slurp, slurp...." I turned and carefully walked my bike up to the house, and around to the front. I rang the doorbell and Aunt Belle let me in. "Jim, come on in. I'm sure Bobby's back in the barn someplace." "Uh I need to use the bathroom," I lied. Coming out of the bathroom I saw a boy on a bike, someone I'd never seen before, race down the driveway. He rode out to the county road and headed away from town in a big hurry, like he was trying to distance himself from something he'd just done. I looked quizzically at Aunt Belle. "Oh that's Clyde from the next farm. He comes down here to trade baseball cards with Bobby." They'd been trading something besides baseball cards out there in the barn. I wondered if Clyde had Bobbie's sperm in his mouth. My dick started to stir. Bobby came in the back door, surprised to see me. He looked flushed, and quickly went into the bathroom. He was his usual self when he came out, and we went on down to the pond to fish. All week I wondered what had gone on in the barn, and made plans to find out. I told Bobby I'd be out Saturday afternoon again to fish, and he agreed to go with me. However, when the weekend came, I left early, rode by the house just after dawn, and set out my pole. Then I snuck back up to behind the barn and hid behind an old tractor parked about thirty feet from the back door. I saw Clyde bookin' down the road from his farm about eight thirty. Bobby saw him too and came out of the house to meet him. They moved casually toward the barn, and when they came in the front door started craning back to the house, watching for anyone who might follow. There was nobody. They walked around a tractor parked in the barn and were standing just at the open back door, screened from view of the house by the tractor. Bobby took his dick out, and flopped it up and down as it stiffened and plumped up. Clyde did the same while both boys stretched around the tractor keeping an eye on the back door. When they were both stiff they stepped closer and each took the dick of the other in his hand. They'd done this before. Side by side they pumped slowly, each watching the other pumping, punctuated by furtive glances toward he house. "Suck," Bobby, the larger boy, said softly. He stepped back from Clyde's grasp and put his hand on Clyde's shoulder. Clyde sank to his knees. Bobby stepped forward. His erection curved upward toward his belly. I'd never seen another boy's dick hard, now I saw two. Clyde pumped his own dick a couple times, looked up to see Bobby check the back door again, and then fit Bobby's swollen purple cock head into his mouth. He sank down a couple inches then pulled back, his cheeks hollowed as his lips stretched out on Bobby's shaft. I was frozen in fear, and fascination. "Teeth!" Bobby said, recoiling slightly as Clyde began to bob a bit too enthusiastically. Just like Bennie bobbing on Karl's rod back when I was in junior high school, I could tell Clyde wasn't doing this because Bobby made him. There was something about cock sucking that some boys liked. Clyde's hands went to Bobby's butt, holding on, pulling himself onto Bobby's dick. I could hear the sucking 30 feet away. "That's enough," Bobby whispered, and backed away. He pumped his dick himself now, and stole a quick look at the house. Then he stepped across the open space between the tractor and the back stall. Clyde followed, covering his dick with his hand as he was momentarily exposed. "You gonna do it?" Clyde asked expectantly. "You promised." "Yeah," Bobby said as he sat down on a bale of hay. Clyde stepped forward, his uncircumcised dick pointed at Bobby. Bobby took it in his hand and inspected it, then skinned the foreskin back, then pumped it a few more times. He pulled the skin back over the head and put it in his mouth. "Yeah," sighed Clyde as he arched his back to push more dick into Bobby's mouth. Bobby let it happen. My cousin Bobby's a cocksucker! I'd seen it happen with my own eyes or I wouldn't have believed it. Star guard on the JV football team, blowing a neighbor boy in the barn. Bobby pulled off Clyde's penis and stretched around the stall to look back at the house. He said something I didn't hear and then sat down again. He skinned back the long skinny thing and put it back in his mouth. He bobbed for a couple minutes and I could see Clyde tensing up. Then Clyde's head snapped down toward his chest and he kind of spasmed a couple of times. Just as I thought my cousin had turned completely queer and was going to take another boy's load he pushed Clyde back and spewed spit and semen across the stall. He stood and walked to the back of the stall where I couldn't see him, coughing and spitting. "You said you'd pull it out before you came," I heard him tell Clyde. "It just happened," Clyde said defensively. Bobby was enough bigger to be a significant threat. "You see anything there?" Bobby had discovered come in his hair, and was frantically rubbing his forehead with his handkerchief, checking it to see if he got it all. It may have been a traumatic surprise to suddenly get a mouthful of jock juice, but it hadn't deflated his dick any. It was still tightly rigid and bounced when he moved. "Your turn," Bobby said, pushing Clyde down on the bale. Clyde sat quickly while Bobby checked the back door again. Within moments Bobby's rod was gone and Clyde's chin rested on his balls. The slurping only lasted a couple minutes before Bobby pulled Clyde off, pulled his pants down, put his hand behind Clyde's head and began to help with the motion. For a couple minutes there was no sound, as Bobby thrust into Clyde's bobbing head, and I could see his balls swaying between his legs, tapping Clyde on the chin. Bobby tensed, hunched over Clyde, whose hands clutched his buttocks, and moaned. He jerked a half dozen times, his dick buried completely in Clyde's face. Clyde held on. "Mmrrmph?" Clyde inquired, swallowing while Bobby's dick was softening in his mouth. "OK." Bobby milked it into Clyde two or three times, then stepped back and let it slide out of Clyde's mouth. Clyde stood up, wiping his mouth. He spit a big glop of stuff onto the stall floor. Clyde was in the same grade as me, the 10th. He didn't know me at all, and my cousin Bobby never paid any attention to me, so I kept to the periphery of things and watched them. Bobby had his circle of friends, boisterous and outgoing high school juniors, full of themselves. Clyde was more of a loner, with just a couple guys he talked to occasionally. The summer had ended, and along with it fishing in the pond and my only reason to go out to the farm. One day I happened to notice Bobby walking down the hall where Clyde's home room was located, and peeking in. Clyde wasn't in. I ducked back to the main hall and waited. Clyde came in from the lunchroom and Bobby passed him in the main hall. Their eyes locked and Clyde stopped, Bobby said a couple words to him and they went their ways. What did that mean, a meeting? My first class after lunch was geometry, and during the lecture on logic I tried to figure out where they were going to meet. They both lived out in the county, which meant they rode the bus to and from school. The buses loaded up and left in shifts, because there was only room for three at a time in front of the school, theirs was the last bus. That meant all the kids who walked home, and all the kids whose parents picked them up after school would be gone by the time the third bus loaded, about twenty minutes from the final bell. I faked sick to get out of English, my last class before the bell. We had one of those open campus high schools, where there are a cluster of buildings around a central mall. I watched from the boy's room window as the bell rang. Clyde came from the shop at the back of the campus and Bobby came from chemistry on the east side. As all the kids streamed to the main building and the exit, those two sidled to the history building, the smallest one in the western corner. I sidled over there too; the teacher was just locking the classroom door. I ducked into the boy's room. I ducked down to look under the partition, and saw two sets of feet in the back stall. There was nothing else I could do so I peed in the urinal and washed my hands, listening for any sounds. None. I left and went back to the main restroom and watched out the window. They left together, quickly without talking. I figured a way to catch them in the act, again. Now that I knew what they were up to I could watch for either one of them, and if they headed back to the history building I knew they were going to be sucking. They didn't go back there every day, apparently Bobby didn't get in the mood for some head every day, but it was a couple times a week. While the weather was still reasonably warm, the windows were open. I could walk casually across the campus on my way home, duck behind the history building and hide beside the window. I couldn't see, but I could hear. "Shut up and eat my dick," Bobby said in a loud whisper. "...my seat on the bus, and..." Clyde was complaining about something that had happened, and Bobby wasn't interested. "Mmmph. Slurp slurp." Then I heard a faint sound of feet shuffling and clothing rustling followed by Bobby again, "Uhh, unhh, unh! Oh yeah, take it, take it! Unhh." I was fascinated with what Bobby and Clyde were doing, but cold weather brought closed windows and then Bobby got a pickup truck to drive to school and he and Clyde drove off together most days, though some days Clyde rode the bus. I was cut off from my voyeurism. I flew closer to the flame. I got caught.