Date: Sat, 3 Jul 2004 10:27:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Larry Butler <practicumscribe@yahoo.com>
Subject: Vernon, Gene, and Me 3

Vern had his stomach on the bed and Gene lie on top, pushing his hips into
Vern's ass in a steady motion. The pillow hid Vern's face from me but Gene
always seemed to have his eyes on me. We'd been back at Vern's for an hour
and for most of the time they'd been screwing. Each time the action slowed,
we all talked. The situation was screwy to me.

I argued with myself about leaving but it isn't what I really wanted to
do. I knew Vern wanted me there. I wasn't certain why Gene was there. I had
no interest in him but my interest in Vern had only grown since we'd spent
time alone together earlier. I thought I should stay until it was clear
there was no point in staying, and so I watched.

Gene had Vern in a full nelson and his hips were working overtime on his
butt. His brown skin contrasted with Vern's pale white skin and I found
that interesting. I also had a perpetual tan, being both Italian and
Spanish. My hair wasn't as dark as Gene's and there certainly wasn't as
much of it. No matter the attraction, there was no doubt in my mind that I
could do what Gene was doing, and so, he was unnecessary in my mind.

Their motion quickened and the huffs and puffs intensified until Gene made
several deep and very sharp pushes into Vern.  Each time he hesitated and
then proceeded, but his breathing changed and loud bursts of air came out
of him. After the last sharp humping motion he stopped, holding himself up
on his arms for a minute or two before rolling off of Vern and onto his
back, laughing loudly.

When Vern rolled onto his back, he was laughing, too. His dick slapped up
against his stomach as they looked at each other.

"You're still tighter than the average bear," Gene said.

"I'm almost virgin again," Vern replied. "I haven't been with anyone since
Paul."

"You were what, fifteen, when you two were going at it?" Gene asked. "Has
it been that long?"

"Yeah. He went to Stanford my junior year. I haven't seen him in two yeas."

"You got any money kid," Gene said, looking at me with contempt on his
face.

"My name is Ted. Yeah, I got money," I said.

"Ante up kid. I don't put on a show for free. Not every day I let guys
watch me fuck."

"Get real, Gene, there use to be three and four of us up at your place all
the time."

"That was a long time ago. I'm a self-respecting married man now. I've got
responsibilities. I've got kids to think about. How much you got kid?"

"Yeah, well, I got three bucks I'll give you to go back to your wife and
kids and leave Vern alone," I shot back.

"Oh, man, that hurt. Kids his age use to love coming up to my place," Gene
said. "It's where they got their education."

"Yeah, you were a young jock back then, offering them something new and
exciting," Vern said.

"What am I now?" Gene asked.

"Too long married. You've let yourself go."

"Speaking of go, there is that three bucks on the table," I said.

"Remember that double headed dildo you gave to RC?" Vern said.

"I never gave it to him. He stole the fucker, and after all I did for him."

"Remember that first time you told him to put it up his ass? How he
objected and said he wouldn't do it?"

"Yeah, I remember. He was so easy. I told him if he wanted to screw Brenda
again, he had to sit on that thing," Gene said, giggling. "I don't know why
I was so mean to that kid. Because he'd do anything I said I guess. I liked
RC."

"Yeah, next time I came over, there was RC, looking at your magazines,
jacking himself off to beat the band with that dildo shoved up his butt ten
inches. There for a while he wouldn't let anyone see his dick, but after a
while, every time I came over he was jacking off. He had those big ears and
crooked teeth."

"He wasn't all that bad looking," Gene said. "I never see another dick that
big. He was hung like a pony."

"Yeah, that's for sure. He had the skin that hardly came half the way off
his dick head even when it was hard. When he was soft the skin hung an inch
below his dick head. Made him look even longer than he was."

"Yeah, Brenda's still talking about it."

"Where'd he end up?" Vern asked. "Haven't seen him since you and Bren lived
over behind the mall."

"Navy. Joined up about the time we had the second kid. Tanya was already
starting to look more and more like him. She was three then. I use to joke
about her having his ears. So, he stopped fucking my wife and joined the
Navy."

"It might be difficult for him to find someone else to screw," Vern
said. "That pecker of his will run most good women off."

"Yeah, but he won't have any trouble getting fucked," Gene said.

"I guess," Vern agreed.

"So, what stories do you have to tell us about your sex life, little boy?"
Gene asked me.

"None."

"Come on give. You're learning all about my sex life. Tell me a little
something about where you been keeping that little poker of yours."

"It's not that little," I assured him.

"It's not that little," Vern said.

"Since my sexual experiences only go back about three hours, I don't have a
lot to tell."

Gene leaned up on one elbow so he could look down at Vern's face.  "You
telling me that this guy got your cherry today, and now he's up here with
me," Gene said indignant. "You corrupted this handsome young lad. I'm
appalled. Why didn't you bring me up here before you got his cherry?"

"I'm not interested in you, Gene. You're a waste of time. You were merely
handy at a time when your exact skills were what I thought Ted should know
about."

"You want him to fuck you? I feel used."

"That's what I like. I want him to do whatever it is he likes doing. We'll
figure the rest out from there. I'm not an expert at making out with
younger guys. I've always gone with guys a few years older than me. They
already knew more than I did," Vern said.

"RC?" Gene said with a questioning tone in his voice. "He wasn't older than
you."

"RC went in the Navy 2 years ago Gene. I'm like still in high school. He
was older than I was by quite a ways. He just acted my age."

"Yeah, I suppose he was. I always saw him as fourteen. He never acted any
older than when I first met him. I still don't believe you let him put that
donkey dong up your butt."

"You wouldn't let him put it up yours. He liked fucking?" Vern said. "I
liked fucking and you were always fucking someone else."

"He liked sex. He jacked off more than any three guys I know," Gene
said. "That's where that dildo went. He was always shoving it up his ass
before he jacked off. I wonder if he took it with him when he joined the
Navy?"

"RC had a certain charm. I liked him," Vern said. "He was just hopelessly
in love with you."

"You mean Brenda," Gene said. "It was all about fucking her. I just charged
him for it."

"No, all he talked about was you. I think he did Brenda because you put him
up to it. He liked you fucking him and he liked sucking you off. He used to
come up here and spent the entire time talking about you. That pissed me
off."

"He sure complained a lot for a guy that loved me," Gene said.

"Yeah, a little like you," Vern said. "He complained because you were
always fucking someone else in front of him. How many guys were you doing
back then?"

"I don't know, half dozen, dozen. I didn't keep track. If they hung around
they paid the price sooner or later."

"Lucky you didn't get locked up," I said. "Now-a-days guys turn guys like
you in for corrupting their morals. Lots of priests going that route."

"Corrupting their morals? Most of them don't have morals. They got
hardons. I didn't find many that wouldn't once you put the proposition on
the table. I could take it or leave it. I was only trying to help them
out."

"Oh, yeah, not a day goes by that I don't hear guys in the locker room
saying how bad they need someone to fuck them up the ass," Vern said.

"No, they don't say it, but most of them couldn't wait to get on their
stomachs so I could do them, and that goes for the company present, thank
you very much."

"Touché," Vern said. "I must plead guilty, but you coerced RC into it. He
didn't have a clue about stuff like that."

"Yeah, right, you just told me he was in love with me. How do you coerce
someone who loves you?"

"RC was dumb as a post. He had no interest in taking a guy's dick up his
ass. Yeah, once he did, he loved it, but he would have gone through his
entire life without knowing that if he hadn't crossed your path," Vern
said. "Lots of guys think they don't like sex with other guys until they
try it."

"Yeah, well, I guess I did treat him pretty mean. He'd do anything anyone
told him to do. Half the time I was joking but it didn't matter to RC. Once
the words left my mouth, it was as good as done. That boy was all
right. You serious about him loving me? I figured he hated my guts because
of how mean I treated him. I figured he hung around to get to Brenda."

"He liked both of you. He did what you asked because he was in love with
your ass," Vern said.

"And yours?" Gene suggested.

"We spent our share of time together. He could fuck for as long as I wanted
him to. He'd ask if I wanted him to shoot yet. Can you imagine that? All
that fucking cock and he'd ask when you wanted him to finish. That boy
could make a lot of money if he knew how."

"No, I can't imagine that, Vern, but I've always been a top man
myself. Can't say the same thing for RC. First it was the dildo and then my
dick he was always sitting on."

"No, I suppose you can't understand people with feelings. So just where did
you get your sex education. I've told you about what came before you, and
Ted told you nothing came before me, except him and some kid checked each
other out when he was seven or so. Where'd you learn to do what you do,
Gene?"

"Man," Gene said, seeing something too far away for me to see.

Shoving his hands under his head, he lay his head back on the pillow. He
smiled a distant smile.

"That would have been a long time ago, half my lifetime ago. We got a beach
cottage near the ocean, after I turned ten or so. I use to hang on the
boardwalk all summer. My old man commuted to town and my mother was always
busy with her beach buddies. They did like their booze and Bridge. So I was
free to roam all I wanted.

"There was an arcade down near the end of the boardwalk. I'd beg borrow or
steal change and start my days there. He opened at nine and everyone else,
except the restaurants, opened at ten. I'd have the place to myself until
the other kids dragged themselves out of the house about noon.

"They had those old fashion jobbies that you used silver balls on."

"Vampires," Vern said.

"That's silver bullets," I said.

"No, I'm sure it was silver balls and you shot 'em and they bounced
around. Oh yeah, pinball machines. Anyway, one day Arnie shows up. Tall
blond kid. He's tan everywhere except where his bathing suit covers him."

"And how do you know that?" I asked.

"I'm getting there kid. It wasn't my first summer there. I'm sure of
that. Maybe the second or third. I'd never seen Arnie before. He's a couple
years older than me and he starts watching me play one of the games. Like I
said, I think it was pinball. I also liked that thing with the claw in the
top and you put your money in and the claw came down on all this shit in
the bottom of the case. There was a camera, a watch, and some pretty neat
stuff, but that claw would usually just lay down on the bottom and then
snatch up nothing at all but air. Once I got a little tiny air freshener
you hang on your rearview mirror. I must ah put twenty bucks in that damn
machine and I got a twenty cent air freshener in return.

"Arnie," I said.

"Oh, yeah, well Arnie was some older an me. He was way taller. Like you and
Vern kid, only I wasn't as tall as you."

"He never said anything the first day. But he came back a couple of days
later. He wore a plaid shirt and it covered his bikini bathing suit. One
day he shows up and I know his name and he called me Lurch, because of the
way I done the pinball maching, I think. None of those machines worked half
ass."

"Maybe if you didn't beat on them so much they would do better," I said.

"Do you want to hear this story or you just want to be a wise ass?"

"Let him talk," Vern said. This is interesting. I don't know anything about
how he got like this."

"After a while he shows up and while I'm playing the pinball, he unbuttons
his shirt. It was a long sleeve jobbie. I don't know. I guess it was chilly
most morning because we were right next to the ocean. When he leans up
against the side of the machine he puts the front of his bathing suit on it
so I can't miss it. You know, his dick's just inside the suit and I can see
where he's got it resting on the machine. While I'm playing I take a glance
now and then and one time he's hard as a trooper. It's just like running
along that silver strip that borders the machine and I can see the outline
of it real good. The front of those narrow bikinis are pulled down to the
top of his hair on account his dick is hard.

"It startled me to see a boy like that. I wasn't sure what to make of it. I
just figured he was a big kid and big kids did that. After I was getting
down to my last quarters, he said he had to go but he said for me to come
on. What did I know? We go out and get on our bikes. We all road those old
fashion pieces of junk with no gears. Everyone that lived down there rented
them to ride on the boardwalk, while they were on vacation. They weren't
worth stealing so you didn't need to lock them up. I guess it was cool but
they only had that one gear.

"We ride up to the end of the boardwalk. That's where the dressing room is
for the beach visitors. When we were just there for the day, we'd dress in
our swimming suits in there, so I knew what and where it was, but around at
the side, just past where the boardwalk ended was a bathroom. I'd never
been in there before but that's where Arnie's headed.

"He went in and stood in front of this long jobbie where you are supposed
to piss. He reached for the top of his bikini briefs and pushed them down
to his ankles. There he stood with his hard dick standing straight out. I
just stood there with my mouth open. He asked me did I got to pee or
what. I said sure I did and I whip it out and started. He's not peeing at
all and I don't pee much. He says I can touch it if I want. I asked him
what I could touch and he turned sideways so his dick was pointed right at
me. I reached out to deflect it more than anything else. Maybe I wanted to
touch it when I first saw it was hard back at the arcade. I'm sure he
wanted to rub it on my chest, but anyway, I ended up with it in my hand. It
was skinny but way fatter than mine was then and he had this real blond
hair around it. His balls weren't much bigger an mine and they were as
smooth as mine.

"What did it feel like," I asked.

"Nothing. I mean it felt hard but it was soft. The skin was so soft. It had
skin all the way over the head but it pushed back easy enough. I found that
out later on. The head wasn't very big. His dick was tan, too, but not
summer tan, just a light brown and it was really smooth to feel. I had
veins and stuff on mine even then. Arnie didn't touch me but he watched my
dick stand up once I was touching him.

"What happened?" I asked. "Did you do stuff?"

"Nothing. He started getting nervous or something. He looked under the
booths. There were five of them all in a row behind the place you peed. He
then looked at the door and moved my hand off his dick and he pulled up his
swim suit. It was funny though. I thought it was funny at the time anyway."

"What was funny?" I asked.

"He never peed. We went there to pee and he never peed and then we left. We
get on our bikes and he said, don't come up here at night. Old guys come
here to get kids your age. In the afternoon some college kids from across
the river come, and they're cool but don't come at night."

"He took you there so you'd play with him. He wanted a date," Vern said.

"Maybe. We could have done that in the arcade. There was never anyone there
except Mr. Broderick, and he was always way busy up front and the pinballs
were in the back and faced the only door he opened up that time of day. No,
he could have whipped it out and had me play with it right there and no one
would have known."

"Better cover story to see if you would," I said. "He didn't want you
squealing at the sight of it."

"Maybe but I don't squeal."

"What happened then?" I asked, curious about his first time.

"Nothing. I went one way and he went the other."

"You were at the end of the boardwalk," I said.

"Yeah, and he went back down the boardwalk and I turned up the first street
to go home and scrounge some more change. You want to hear this story or
not? I can only tell it the way I tell it. I can't tell it the way you want
me to."

"Yeah, go ahead," I said.

"Thank you. A few days later he was back, hard dick and all. I think he did
want me to go for it in the arcade then. He rubbed it with his hand and
kept pushing it up on the machine for me to see. Then he would move it down
near where my hand was on the button that worked the flippers. At times
he'd hump the machine. He did this kind of stuff the next few times he
showed up. I was a little scared of him then. I mean he was bigger than me,
but it wasn't that. I had touched him and I wasn't sure what that made me,
and I did like seeing him. I think I liked him and that scared me.

"One day he's there and I'm there and then there is another kid
there. Maybe Arnie's age, maybe older. I'm not sure. I do remember he had
dark hair and he called Arnie by name and never came back to where we
were. They disappeared together out the front of the arcade. I finished my
ball and went out front. They were gone. I saw them peddling toward the
bathhouse. I got on my bike and figured I'd go see what they were up to. I
knew it was something exciting and I wanted to see.

"I opened the door quick, so they didn't have time to put their dicks away,
only the place was empty. At least I thought it was at first. Then, I could
see their feet in the second booth from the end. The guy's pants were down
and it was really quiet in there. I went to the last booth thinking I might
hear what's going on. When I slip inside the booth, there's a hole in the
wall between my booth and their booth. I bent to see what I could see but
it was all legs and arms but they were standing very close to each other.

"Then I sat on the toilet and I could see them feeling each other's
dick. The hands slid up and down and their dicks were really hard. One of
them said, go ahead and the other one said, you first. I could see the side
of Arnie's face when he sat down. I moved quick away from the hole,
thinking he might see me, but then I figured he could care less about the
next booth over. I went back to the hold and the other boy had moved up
closer to Arnie. His dick was kind of red from the rubbing but mostly it
was white with a dark brown ring around it an inch below an ordinary
head. It was maybe an average dick for guys that age but I didn't get to
look at it long. Arnie leaned up and put it in his mouth. The boys hips
moved forward maybe an inch. He reached behind Arnie's head to hold him in
place. They stayed that way for a couple of minutes and then Arnie spit it
out. There was a long line of spit or precum that went with his dick and it
ran from the tip of the boy's dick to Arnie's mouth. He used his palm to
whip it off. Then they switched places. Arnie didn't have his shirt on any
longer and his red bikini briefs were down on his smooth thighs. The boy's
hands went around behind Arnie and felt his ass as Arnie's dick went into
his mouth. I thought it was pretty neat watching them when they had no idea
I was there. It was something seeing two older boys like that.

"Then someone came in and the door closed and everything stopped. They
pulled up their pants and the older boy left the booth a minute
later. Arnie sat there for another minute and then he left. I went into the
booth where they'd been and there were holes on both sides of the toilet in
that booth. I checked the next booth and it was the same way. Someone was
occupying the fourth booth in the line and I ran out. The only thing I
could figure was that people did stuff in the booths and other people
watched through the holes as I had done.

"I was pretty excited by that. Seeing two older guys doing each other was
nothing like the usual boring days that made up the entire summer. The next
time Arnie showed up at the arcade, he had a younger guy with him. Older an
me but younger than Arnie, so he was young. They stood at the machine where
I was playing and the kid put his hand on the side of the machine and Arnie
rubbed the front of his bathing suit on it. I kept losing balls trying to
watch them and play at the same time. Then Arnie says, I got to go to the
bathroom, and off we went. I'm not sure I was invited but I stayed with
them so I didn't miss anything. I liked the older boy better but what did I
know."

"We did the same thing again. He stood with his hard dick with me on one
side and the new boy on the other side."

"Weren't you afraid someone would come in?" I asked.

"No, I wasn't afraid of anything. There was no one on the boardwalk that
time of day and it didn't take but two seconds to pull our shorts up."

"Oh, your shorts were down?" I asked.

"Yeah. I pushed them down just like Arnie puched his down. I was trying to
be like him."

"Your dick was hard?" I asked.

"Yeah, it was. Wasn't as long as Arnie's but I did okay. Arnie told me to
touch his and I did and he reached to touch mine. That was pretty neat,
when he touched me. He squeezed and so did I. Then he moved my hand but
kept his hand on me. He told the other kid to suck him off and he did, only
he used his mouth on him pretty good, going up and down and sucking most of
it. The last time neither of them moved their mouths, so this was new and
the new boy moved Arnie back from the piss thing until he was in front of
him, kind of stooping to suck on him. Okay, After a couple of minutes of
that, Arnie said, that's enough for now. We all went out on the boardwalk
and they left together. I felt lonely, watching them peddle away.

"Then I didn't see him for a couple of weeks. I thought about him all the
time. I figured he lost interest in me for guys that would do stuff like I
saw. Then he showed back up one morning just before the summer is
ending. He was wearing slacks and a regular shirt. He said he had to go
somewhere but wanted to see me. Five minutes after he showed up this older
guy called him from the doorway. He was older than the first guy that was
maybe a year or two older than Arnie. Maybe he was the age Vern is now. He
was blond but not handsome, at least not to me then. All the rest of the
guys he'd been with were pretty neat looking to me at the time. We were all
around the same age. This one might have looked a little dangerous to
me. Mean like or at least not friendly."

"I went out to see where they were going and sure enough, they were off to
the bathroom. They walked fast and I left my bike and walked behind them a
ways. I don't know if Arnie knew I was following him but the older guy
didn't know. They disappeared inside and I could see them in the second
both, right where he took the first guy that blew him. I was sure this guy
would blow him, too. I went back in the first booth and sat on the
toilet. Arnie was sitting on the toilet, leaning forward, and he was
sucking away on this guy's big dick. There was a flurry of activity with
Arnie's mouth eating him up. The guy fucked as Arnie sucked. It was all
quite exciting and better than anything before. That's when my life
changed.

"Get up and take down your pants, the guy orders him, and Arnie immediately
stood up and turned around. I could hear him unfastening his pants. He
pushed them down and leans over the toilet and the other guy starts to put
his dick up Arnie's ass. I'm watching Arnie wince as it goes in and the guy
is pulling Arnie's ass back on his dick until there's nothing but his dick
hair showing. Then, Arnie's rocking back and forth as the guy fucks him at
a pretty good clip. Arnie's got his face pressing on the wall behind the
toilet. At one time I think he sees me, but then he closes his eyes again,
so I guess not. When the guy shoots, he made a fuss and I could hear him
breathing and moaning as he finished up. He tucked himself away and reached
in his pocket to hand Arnie some money before he left. He says, see you
next week, and I wasn't sure what to make of it and then someone else came
in. I thought the guy came back and I look up and see my booth door is
unlocked. I slipped the latch real slow and careful like so he couldn't get
in there with me. I had no urge to take one up my butt hole and he had a
man's dick, not like ours.

"Then I went back to the hole to see what Arnie was up to, and I could only
see his clothes in the way and I figured he was putting himself back
together, and then things settled down and I looked back through the hole
and was totally blown away to see a dick stuck through the hole in the
other side of Arnie's booth. It was a fat one with big veins and so hard it
looked like it might break as Arnie's fist was wrapped around it and he
could hardly hold it as he jerked the guy off. At the same time, Arnie was
jerking himself off. I could see sticky stuff coming out of his dickhead as
he sat on the toilet and pounding away on both dicks at the same time. I
couldn't believe this guy and then he leans forward and sucks on the dick
in the wall. It started to shine as he sucked for all he was worth, taking
a lot of it in. He was a lot better at it then he let on to that first
guy. Then he shot all over his shirt and his arm and he was slobbering all
over that big dick until it started to go down. It disappeared back through
the hole and the door to the bathroom opened and closed again. My heart was
pounding, my dick was hard, and I was scared shitless someone would come
and make me do what Arnie was doing. When I calmed down and looked again,
Arnie was using toilet paper to wipe up his mess and then he left. I was so
hot I couldn't leave until I jacked off and by that time other guys were
coming and going from the bathroom."

"What happened?" I asked, once Gene grew quiet. Thinking about what he had
just told us.

"I got thirsty and hungry. What do you think happened?"

"You what? What's that got to do with anything. Is that all there is? You
didn't do anything," I objected. "You told us about other guys doing
stuff. You didn't do anything. Touched a guys dick. I did that when I was
nine."

"I'll get some sandwiches and Coke," Vern said.

"Glad someone can take a hint. I'll entertain the kid while you gather some
supplies. That story made me horny again and I like his mouth. Arnie's
mouth was just like that."

"No, I don't think you will. I'll help him," I said, following Vern out of
the bedroom once he pulled on a pair of shorts.

We headed for the kitchen as I rearranged myself in my pants.

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