Date: Mon, 20 Oct 2014 09:39:21 -0700
From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: SUMMER DEAL

Steve had seen him around the school. He was a head turner
with the thick black wavy hair, his James Dean like smile and the very obvious
habit of not wearing underwear.
But Steve had never spoken to him. He wasn't even sure what
class the guy was in. Steve was a Junior so he assumed the object of his
glances was also a Junior or even a Senior.
"Conner" Abe told Steve as they sat on the grass eating
lunch one day.
"I didn't ask" Steve said.
"You were staring at him like a drooling girl" Abe nudged
"I uh yea" Steve admitted "Wish I looked like that so girls
would hang around me"
"Right" Abe said
Steve thought "Abe knows" but didn't say anything further.
The school year was about to end and his only social accomplishment was
knowing the name of the guy who he glanced at repeatedly, "Connor"
he said out loud as Steve stuffed his backpack emptying the locker.
Summers were a too short period in which Steve like his
peers tried to jam in as much life experience as possible before they were once
again defined as students.
A part time job, chores at home, relatives to visit and
family trips occupied much of his time. It wasn't until mid-July that he found
spare time enough.
It was a morning that siblings were in camp, his dad working
and his Mother visiting a sister several states away.
Steve inhaled and wondered what he'd do that hot humid day.
His summer job didn't claim him until the night shift where his burger flipping
talents were required.
The day, Steve realized, was his.
Abe didn't answer the phone. Not even the usual troops of
bike riding kids were in the streets. It was too hot, Steve assumed, for even
the kids to breathe heavy.
He masturbated. It wasn't unusual. Steve did it as often as
his peers though he suspected he jacked more often. By then the images that
moved in his brain weren't a surprise.
A shirtless Ryan Reynolds mixed with Speedo cupping Tom
Daley. Unnamed naked men doing the things that were only fantasies appeared.
Even Abe's bare butt in the locker room joined the mental party. Then Cooper
joined in and before Steve could enjoy all that image provided, his body
orgasm'd and he lay there panting.
Cold cereal and coffee helped his recovery. His staying
naked while outside his bedroom felt liberating as it always did when he dared
to prance about that way.
His second attempt in bed, however, reminded him how humid
it was and he teased himself with the thought of turning on the house's air conditioning.  However his Dad's lament that the air
conditioning costs too much money ended the entire attempt.
For no particular reason, Steve put on his shorts and walked
half naked down the street to Mac Park. It had been donated by McDonald's when
the city threatened to sell the land to a developer. An outcry by the
citizens followed by a group of local McDonald's owner's intervention save
the say.
Mac Park fortunately was always called Mac something,
probably named after whoever established the park decades before. But everybody
just called it Mac for short. It was where Steve and others played baseball,
soccer, football and other sports during the summers.
It was where locals gathered with their families sitting on
blankets and watching July 4th Fireworks. And it was where Sunday
afternoon concerts attracted the elderly until the music transitioned to rock n
roll. Even then many elderly escaped their retirement homes to sit around the
small stage area.
Steve felt he had grown up there. And that's where he
wandered on what appeared to be a day without purpose.
The closer to the park that Steve got, the more memories he had. His penis
began to tent his shorts as the memories included the still secret
masturbation experienced in the men's room there. He was younger then; just
beginning to transition from his machine gun jacking off to whatever repeat
cycle he experienced now.
The room was full of older kids who yelled at him when Steve
had entered. He uttered a "fuck off' comment and stood at the trough to pee
which was his original purpose.
Those others ignored him at first, and then someone call
attention to Steve's penis. It isn't huge by any ruler but decent size; 7
inches hard and nearly as long soft.
Somehow the comments of admiration got him excited enough to
join the stroking group until his splattering joined theirs.
Steve tried to think of something else. He was too far from
the house to turn back and too close to the park to not enter. The cinderblock
bathrooms were nearby.
Fortunately the men's room was empty and quacking entering a
stall, Steve's tent pole and the rest of him weren't visible to any who might
also enter. He sat on the toilet seat still trying to think of something that
would encourage his erection to subside. He regretted wearing the shorts and
nothing underneath. He hoped a softball game or soccer match would attract his
interest and activity.
Softened, Steve left his reclusive stall and joined others
at a nearby picnic bench. There were kids of various ages there, some he
recognized others were new. He took one of the plastic water containers the
park people had put on the various tables and listened to the chatter and
joking. Nobody seemed to want to brave the humidity to run, kick or swing.
The vision was like one of Steve's mental trips during his
bedtime self-satisfaction sessions. The bare upper torso was smooth, the jeans
were so low on the hips, and you could see the top of the guy's pubic hair even
at a distance. His hands were stuffed in each pocket as if pushing his worn
jeans down further daring onlookers to smile.
The face bore a sheepish expression and the thick black hair
reminded Steve of Cooper. As the sauntering body and those with him got closer,
Steve realized it was Cooper.
He nodded and said "hey" the most he had ever spoken to the tempting
image. Steve had never seen the guy without a shirt let alone naked, even in
his mental imaging. Now the body was there in front of him. The pecs were
developed topped by quarter size nipples. There was a thin line of hair on the
stomach leading down into the jean waistband that prevented any view of what
was hidden below.
The furry hair along the waistband was unmistakable the top
of what was a nest of delight able pubic hair surrounding what Steve hoped was
an ample amount of flesh formed in the shape of a penis and sac of testicles.
"Stare much?" the words were in his ear. Not loud enough for
others to hear and not exactly a whisper.
Steve realized Cooper's lips were so close he could turn his
head and kiss them. What a surprise that would be for everyone at the table, he
thought. And he'd probably get a black eye from Cooper as a reward.
The guy plopped down on the table top, his legs next to
where Steve sat. He and others talked dirty stuff about the weather, sweaty
women and bragged about real or imagined sexual escapades.
"Hey you ok?" It was Cooper in his ear again.
Steve turned around. He was facing Cooper's crotch more than
his face. "Yea just you know hot" Steve replied lamely.
"Tell me about it" Cooper turned his head upwards as his
hand tilted the water bottle poured its contents first down his throat then
continued as the boy closed his lips to let it wash over him.
It was like a slow motion scene Steve imagined watching
Cooper's Adam's apple move as the half-naked guys guzzled then see the liquid
wash over his face and down onto his shoulders and chest. "Crap" Cooper ended
the imagined slow motion effect.
"See you guys" he said and disappeared the way he had come
from. Steve watched the back of Cooper's jeans sagging below the bottom of his
buttocks.
It was a good day but not as good as those to follow.
Each day for almost a week, Steve returned to the park as a new regular
habit. He joined others in their summertime banter and school ridiculing
recounts. He swung bats at large soft balls, kicked the soccer ball in
unorganized and often unruly matches and ran about as he used to when he was a
much younger kid.
Then the day that changed his life arrived. Of course Steve
wasn't aware it was coming. He hadn't even fantasized about that day.
In fact, for some unknown reason, Steve hadn't masturbated
that morning, deciding instead to join parts of his family still there for
breakfast before walking back to Mac Park.
The sun baked his tanning torso due to his shirtless habit.
It felt good. He wondered if there would be anyone willing to play any game
since it was more humid that day then others past.
A group were already sitting, standing and hovering about
one of the picnic tables. A metal container of ice and plastic water bottles
awaited them.
Discussion about activities the day before, gossip about
girls with expanding bosoms and the usual repeated jokes encouraged cursing and
laughter as usual.
Steve was him coming. There were five of them walking
together so close it seemed like they were conjoined. But as the images got
closer that effect lifted with the haze of the hot air. One of them was Cooper.
As he had been before, he was shirtless, his jeans riding so low that fantasies
immediately surfaced in Steve's mind. He hoped his untouched penis wouldn't
reveal them.
Steve looked around to see if there was room for Cooper to
sit nearby as he had days ago. He shifted over to make room but realized he
couldn't ask the boy to take advantage.
To his surprise and delight, Cooper sat where he had days
ago, on top of the table beside Steve. It was then that Steve realized the
object of his imagined passion wore cutoffs rather than the usual long legged
jeans.
He turned towards Cooper "what you been up to" trying to
sound as casual as possible. His head aimed at Cooper but his eyes glanced at
the bulges of flesh that could be seen beneath the frayed end shorts.
"Horny as always" Cooper said then bent over, his lips so close
Steve could feel them "but you can see that can't you?"
This time his words were loud enough for others around them
to hear and respond with laughter. The nudge on his bare shoulder told Steve
that it wasn't ridicule but a joke.
"Gotta let the boys get air now and then" Cooper added,
prompting more laughter.
The talk was the usual, pointless except to take up time and
bond with others there.
Each joke or comment prompted laughter or other jokes. Steve
didn't care what was said. He was enjoying the bare leg that moved against him
each time Cooper reacted.
He wanted to wrap his arms around it, kiss the thigh, stroke
the calf, pull himself between the legs and lick the bulging ball sac that
anyone in that position could see.
Steve wondered what the others would say if he licked it,
right there in front of everyone. They would all know he was queer of course
and wait to see Cooper's reaction. Another black eye probably.
"Gotta hit the head" the words pierced through his thoughts
as the bare legs moved against his bare arm, moving Cooper to the ground.
"Me too" Steve heard the words not realizing at first they
originated in his own throat. He was nervous. Did the others at the table
wonder why he was following Cooper to the men's room? Did they suspect what he
fantasized about? Would Cooper ignore him or joke about standing beside him at
the trough, each boy holding their penis in plain view?
"Nice" Cooper's word was subtle, neither a whisper or loud
enough to echo in the cinderblock room.
"What?" Steve asked
"You got a nice one" Cooper said
How should Steve respond? A mere "thank you" seemed polite
but arrogant. "You too" would be an accurate as his glance of Cooper's penis
had been rewarding.
"Yea it gets the job done" Steve said without further
thought.
Cooper laughed "I guess so, girls like em long"
"Not only girls" Steve said and then swallowed hard realizing
his gut had spoken what his mind wouldn't.
"Yea I know" Cooper said "what about you?"
He was still holding his penis after the flow had stopped
when Cooper turned towards Steve "I've seen you looking but we all do that".
"Sorry" Steve said
"Hey" Cooper's hand left his penis and rested on Steve's
bare shoulder "no problem, I like you too"
The stall was the same one Steve had sat on a week before to
hide his erection. This time it sprung in plain view without his hesitation.
The cock that his tongue licked was in front of him where Cooper stood. It was
still expanding as he licked it.
This was the first time Steve had touched another guy's
penis let along licked one. Of course there were those in his brain during
fantasy recalls but this was for real.
His hands moved upwards over the smooth torso he had admired
around his back and over the two mounds now revealed by the fallen cutoffs.
There were no words, no conversation needed. Steve wrapped
his lips around the cock and slid forward and back again encouraged by Cooper's
curses and muttering.
The cum flowed out of the corners of his mouth and onto his
bare chest.
"My turn" Cooper said as he knelt on the cutoffs. He didn't
hesitate to pull Steve's shorts around his buttocks and down his legs.
"You don't have to" Steve said
Cooper looked up at him, "is this your first time?" he asked
and then returned to his quest, sucking in Steve's stem of flesh.
He felt the model like cheeks, the thick black hair and arms
that had allowed Cooper's hands to reach for and clutch his buttocks.
It felt natural Steve later recalled as his legs curled
upwards. His head bumped the wall as Cooper's finger then tongue lapped at an
often ignored nerve endings that surrounded his butthole.
"I spit allot" Cooper said as he made the sound and rubbed
his restored erection. It pushed into Steve causing him to nearly beg Cooper to
stop.
As if hearing his mind, Cooper told him to relax, to breath
that the pain would go away soon. Steve nearly fell of the toilet seat a few
times, but Cooper's strength kept him in place until the obvious ending defined
itself as happy.
Steve felt the cement rub against his shoulders as his body
was pushed and pulled. It distracted him from feeling the pain enough that when
the pleasure began to overwhelm him, the sex was like what he had imagined.
"Crap you're tight" Cooper said.
Steve whose eyes had closed during the fucking opened in
time to see Cooper finish spewing his streams across him. Again and again the
jism spit on is naked body. He quickly jacked his own erection and came quickly...even
while Cooper was finishing his own orgasm.
"Nice" Cooper said as he bent over to pull up his cutoffs.
Then he reached for Steve's shorts pulling them up his legs.
"Better wash off" Cooper said pulling Steve to his feet.
Standing at the sink, Steve proceeded to do as Cooper
suggested.
"I hope we can uh get together..." Steve was afraid to finish
the sentence. The girls he usually saw hanging out with Cooper would probably
laugh at him as one of Cooper's conquests. A kid fag. He was sure he hadn't
been the only juvenile slobbering over Cooper's cock.
"Get together again? Sure why not, but the next time, you'll
do me" Cooper said as he patted Steve's crotch. "Deal?"
Cooper was exiting the building as Steve promised.
"Deal"