Date: Sat, 09 Feb 2002 07:45:10 -0700
From: Clone Buggs <cqsqfq@hotmail.com>
Subject: Across the Alley part 16

Across the Alley XVI


	Phillip turned out to be hungry for affection.  Starved would be a better
word for it.  He wanted to hold me and be held for hours.  He loved being
kissed both passionately, and gently.  He liked sex, but it was the cuddling
he really needed the most.
	We spent several hours in bed, talking and nuzzling each other.
Occasionally, our activity would enlarge into a real sex act, and throughout
the rest of the night, we both had sampled each other's wares more than
once.  As dawn was breaking, and the whine of the thrash trucks echoed in
the air shaft bend the hotel, we drifted off to an exhausted sleep, both of
us sexually spent like neither of us had been for a long time.
	The phone woke us up at ten AM.  I'd forgotten I'd left a wake up call.  I
rolled groggily out of bed, and stood at the toilet emptying my night
bladder.  Phillip twisted on the bed, watching me piss, with a serious look
on his face.  When I finished, I sat down on the edge of the bed, and
watched him do what I'd just done.  Since the Chelsea had no room service, I
told him we should shower and dress and I'd take him to breakfast.  I didn't
have an appointment until later in the afternoon with my publisher, and he
didn't have to be at the theater until six PM.
	I turned on the shower, and got into the streaming water.  I soaped my hair
with shampoo, and while I had my eyes closed against the stinging suds, I
felt him get into the tub behind me.  His cock was hard as he pressed it up
against my crack.  He slipped his arms around me and pulled me too him.  I
felt his cock head probing my hole, and I squatted a little to open it up
for him.  He pushed into me, and then took the piece of soap and wash clothe
and soaped up my body.  He fucked me while he leaned back to wash my back,
and humped me harder when he was lifting my leg to the side of the tub so he
could soap my hardened cock with his wash cloth covered hand.  We played
like that for several minutes, until I felt him begin to stroke into me more
urgently.
	He dropped the cloth and grabbed my stiff cock with his soapy hand and
stroked me to his thrusting hips.  He gasped, and jerked his cock out of my
ass, and turned me around to face him.  He laid his cock on top of mine, and
with his soapy hands, jacked us both together, squeezing my nuts as well as
his own.  It didn't take long before we were both breathing heavy and
humping his fist together.  He shot first, and the sight of his cream flying
at my belly, pushed me over the edge, and I blew my load into his wet balls.
	We finished washing, and with limp dicks, dried each other off.  He held me
close, and we kissed again, before we got dressed.  I held his shoulder to
balance myself while I pulled one leg of my pants on.  He pilled his tshirt
over his head, and I buttoned my broadcloth.  After we dressed, I gave him
the promised money, and he accepted it with his eyes cast down at the floor.
  As we were leaving the room, he tried to stuff the bills back into my
shirt pocket.
	"What are you doing?"  I took the money out of my pocket and looked at him.
	"I can't take money from you. David."
	"Why not we agreed on it."
	"Well, I just can't take it.  I enjoyed myself too much you know?"
	"Well I enjoyed myself too, but we had an agreement.  Take it, and let's go
to breakfast.  I'm starving."
	We found a diner type place on the corner of 23rd and 8th Avenue.  He
fingered the money while we sat down in a booth.  I could see he was still
having trouble with it.
	"Look Phillip.  The way I see it, is you stated there was a price, and I
agreed to pay it.  I even picked the price I wanted to pay; didn't I?"  He
nodded.  A waitress stopped at the table and put water glasses down.  She
asked if we wanted coffee, and dropped two menus on the table and went off
to bring our coffees.
	"It's not exactly that David.  I don't want to take the money, because I'd
like to be friends with you.  I don't think it's right I should take your
money if we are friends."
	"Well, there's truth in that, but on the other hand, I won't hold it
against you for keeping the money, and we can still be friends.  how's
that?"  He sipped from his water glass, thinking, and the waitress returned
with the coffee.
	"You know what you want," I asked him.  He ordered a country breakfast with
wheat toast and his eggs over easy. A tall orange juice, and sausage on the
side.  I ordered Lox and toasted bagel and a schmeer of cream cheese.
	"What's Lox?"  He looked at me with interest as if I'd just ordered
something very exotic and unheard of where he came from.  Maybe I had.  I
explained what it was, and he said it sounded disgusting eating fish for
breakfast.
	I drank a whole cup of coffee by the time the waitress brought the food.  I
coaxed him to taste the lox and bagel.  He did, cautiously, but after a
moment of chewing, smiled at me.
	"Not too bad.  I guess I could get into it if I had to."  We ate, and
talked about Montana and Arizona.  He'd never been to Arizona, and I'd never
been to Montana.  The two states sounded a world apart when we described
them to each other.
	On the street again, I noticed Phillip was agitated about something.  He
looked nervous and was pacing around in small darting movements that would
take him a few feet from me, and then like a ball on a rubber band returning
to a paddle.  His activity was making me nervous, so I grabbed his arm, and
brought him to a stop.
	"What's going on Phillip?"  He avoided my eye, and tried to pull away.
	"Nothing.  Let me go."  My mind raced over the possibilities of what had
brought this change in him along.  He jerked his arm out of my grip, and
started off down Eighth Avenue toward the Village again.
	"Phillip!  Wait!"  He hesitated for a moment while I walked rapidly toward
him.  He glanced at me, and then started off again almost running.
	"Phillip!"  I stopped on the sidewalk and watched him disappear through the
crowds of pedestrians on the next block.  I slowed my walk, and continued
walking after him puzzling over his behavior.  My mind produced a number of
possibilities from drugs to a breaking heart, but I couldn't imagine the
latter was possible.  After all, we had only known each other for about
twelve hours.  Good hours, but...my mind went almost blank.  I saw him
sitting on a chair at a closed sidewalk restaurant a few yards in front of
me.  He was hiding his head in his arms on the tiny table in front of
him,and his shoulders were heaving and shaking with sobs.
	I walked up to him and put my hands on his shoulders.  He tried to shrug me
off, but I persisted.  His sobbing began to lessen, and with several curious
people standing around watching, I lifted his tear stained face with my
hands, and kissed him.  He was gulping for air, his face was flushed, his
nose was running thin streams of mucous.  He suddenly stood up and threw his
arms around me and pulled me tightly to him with his head on my shoulder.
	"Fags."  I heard a man comment to his female companion who had been
standing on the sidewalk watching.  The woman glanced at the man and I saw a
brief look pass over her features.  With that look I saw that his lack of
compassion for our scene, had diminished him in her mind.  I wondered how
long he would remain in her company.
	Phillip's sobs receded, and I pushed him away enough to look into his face
again.  I smiled at him, and asked if he wanted to go back to the hotel to
talk about it.  He nodded, so I pulled him after me and haled a cab at the
curb.  The cabby was disgruntled that the fare would only take him the three
or four blocks to the hotel.
	"Youse kin wok it faster then I kin get cha there."  I glared at him, and
he shrugged turning back to his wheel as I slammed the door.  He tore off to
the next intersection and turned the corner with screeching tires.
	Back in the room, Phillip broke into sobs again, and we sat on the bed side
by side with me holding him tightly to my chest.  When he eventually got his
breath back, and his sobbing subsided to sniffles and hesitating gulps of
air, I asked him to try telling me about what was bothering him, and to not
worry about telling me anything he wanted to say.
	It took him a while to get started, but after he'd blown his nose, and
cleared his sinuses of the excessive mucous build-up, he began to speak.
Hesitantly at first, but with growing assertiveness as he went on into his
explanation.
	"When I was a little boy, I had an Uncle, my Moma's brother who used to
take me fishing and camping, and whatever, to the rodeo if there was one.
He always made me know he loved me, and hugged me all the time, and kissed
me and just made sure I knew I was loved.
	"My Moma and Dad, never were much for kissing and hugging, and like as not
the only time they ever touched me was when I'd done something they thought
I needed to be punished for.  My Moma like to use switches on my bare legs,
but my Daddy would use what ever was handy, his belt, a board, or even his
hand.  I used to think getting hit was a form of love.  My uncle told me it
wasn't.
	"He tried to get my folks to let me come and live with him, but my Dad
wouldn't hear of it, but I wish now they had, because I'd have had a much
happier life as a kid.  My Dad just plain didn't like me.  He was a wrangler
on the ranch I grew up on, and I suppose he wanted me to be one too, but I
just didn't have it in me to mistreat the animals like that bunch of sick
bastards did on a regular basis.
	"My Moma was just plane ol' lazy, and spent most of her time watching soaps
on satellite TV.  If I wanted anything, I learned to get it for myself.
	"I realized I was different when I was nine or ten.  I talked to my Uncle
Jim about it once when we were on a camping trip.  He lived in Denver, which
I thought then had to be the biggest city in the world.  I saw pictures of
it in a magazine he brought me once.
	"He asked me a few questions, and I answered them the best I knew how.  I
realized I was trying to get at the truth about myself, and making stuff up
wouldn't help.
	"He wanted to know if I masturbated a lot, and I did, and told him so.  He
asked what I thought about when I did it, and I told him I didn't think
about anything at all.  He thought I was trying to hide something from him,
and insisted I had to have some image in my mind while I was doing it.  I
couldn't think of anything, so he asked me to do it for him while he was
there.  Maybe while I was actually doing it, I could tell him what was in my
mind.
	"I was shy about it, but he coaxed me by telling me it would be all right.
We went into the tent, so none of the other campers in the campground could
see what we were doing.  He zipped the flap closed, and told me to get
undressed.  I started to, but got embarrassed.  He told me he'd take his
clothes off too to make me feel better about it.  So we stripped, and we sat
there on the sleeping bags naked, and he told me to jerk off and tell him
what I was thinking about.
	"It tried, but my dick wouldn't get hard.  I noticed Uncle Jim didn't have
that problem.  He got a big stiff boner right away.  I pulled on my limp
dick, and nothing was happening at all, until Uncle Jim reached over and
took my soft cock in his big warm hand.  It only took a few seconds, and I
had a raging hard-on.  He stroked it a little for me, and it felt good.  I'd
never had anybody else touch me there before.  I liked it.
	"He kept asking me what I was thinking, but I wasn't thinking about
anything but his hand pulling on my cock.  But then, I realized I'd had a
thought and wanted to feel his big hard-on.  I asked him if I could, and he
told me to go ahead.  I reached over for it, and when I touched it with my
fingers, he flexed it and a big gush of clear precum oozed out of his slit.
	"I took his big cock shaft in my hand, and used my thumb to rub that slick
clear stuff over the head of his dick.  He let out a groan, and just shot
all over me.  His cum was thick and hot on my chest and face.  I was shocked
at it happening so fast, and he very quickly pulled on his pants, and told
me to get dressed that we had to go home, because he had to get back to
Denver.
	"I was upset, because I thought I'd offended him in some way I didn't
understand.  He dropped me off at the house, and didn't even say good-bye to
my Moma.  I was sick from worrying about what I'd done.  I wrote him a
letter, but he never answered it.  I guess I just sort of lost hope of
having a friend after that.  None of the boys on the ranch would have
anything to do with me, except to call me a queer if they got me out of
hearing of the adults.  I don't know how they knew and I didn't.
	"Well, I told you about the trucker and leaving home and all, but I haven't
told you about here in New York.  I live in an abandoned building in the
Lower East Side.  When I have the money, I go to a Turkish bath on Second
Avenue and clean myself up, but mostly I take sponge baths at the theater.
They don't have showers, but after the audience leaves, I can use the toilet
in the lobby to sponge off.
	"The soak in the tub last night and the shower this morning were the first
real clean-up I've had since the trucker dropped me off three months ago.  I
guess I was sort of hoping I could stay with you until you have to go back
to Arizona.  When you fed me breakfast, and then seemed to be saying
good-bye, I just couldn't take it.  I'm sorry.  I know I'm being a sissy
about it, but it's just that I..."
	"You know Phillip, I don't have a reason in the world for you not to stay
with me here.  For that matter, if you aren't committed to staying in New
York, you can come back to Phoenix with me.  I have a boy there, Danny, but
I'm about to lose him to his first love his own age.  Besides, he's going
off to school in another city, and I won't see him that often."  He looked
at me with wide disbelieving eyes.
	"You'd do that?"
	"Why not.  I obviously like boys, and you're a boy who needs to be loved.
I've paid my dues in New York, and I don't want to spend anymore time here
than I have to.  If it's not to your liking, maybe Phoenix will be."  He
stood up and I suddenly was laying on my back and he'd thrown himself across
my body, and was kissing my face and mouth and neck and whatever else he
could reach with his mouth.
	"Whoa Phillip.  Take it easy."  I pulled his face up to mine with my hands
on either side of his, and kissed him full on the mouth.  His tongue was
instantly in my mouth, and we kissed for a long beat.  When the kiss broke,
because we both had to take a breath, he was crying again, but this time
they were tears of happiness.
	He settled down against my body, laying across me, and I felt his cock
expanding across my stomach.  For some reason, he pulled my own erotic
feelings out, and I felt myself getting hard.  He snuggled into my growing
hardness, rubbing his thighs against my shaft.  He was squirming like a
small boy in pleasure, and he raised his eyes to mine again, and began
unbuttoning my shirt.  I rolled him off me, and began pulling his tshirt out
of his Levis.  We soon had each other bare, and were doing our best to taste
every square inch of flesh available.
	He rolled over onto his stomach, and I massaged his butt cheeks.  He was
humping my leg with his hard-on, and I could feel his seep of precum
smearing my leg.  I rolled myself over on top of him, and slid onto my knees
on the floor between his legs.  He raised his head, and watched over his
shoulder as I spread his cheeks, and stuck my tongue into his crack.  He
moaned and I let my tongue slather his hole, flicking it over his vibrating
sphincter.  He continued to hump his hard cock into the bed and I forced my
rigid tongue into his hole.  He shivered at my penetration, and sighed.
	I pulled a condom out of the drawer beside the bed, and suited my cock in
latex.  I squeezed a bit of lube from a tube in the drawer onto my fingers,
and slipped my slick finger into his hole.  He sighed and lifted his butt
pushing back against my digit.  I fucked him with it for awhile, and then he
began begging me to stick my cock into him.
	I stood up behind him, and lifted his hips up, helping him place his knees
on the edge of the bed.  He laid his head on his arms, and I put the head of
my cock at his hole, and pushed slowly into him.  He let a long gush of air
be forced out of his lungs, and then pushed back at me.  I began a slow easy
sawing in and out of his body, and he relaxed into the fuck and was soon
trembling under my hands with each thrust and withdrawal into and out of his
hole.
	I gradually began to speed my thrusting until he was gasping for breath,
grunting each time I bottomed out.  His own cock was flopping and smacking
against his hard stomach muscles.  I reached under him and took his hardness
in my fist.  My stroking on his cock, soon matched my stroking into his ass,
and he began writhing under me, and I could feel his nuts begin to tighten
up against his cock shaft.  He grunted out he was going to cum, and I slid
my palm over the head of his cock, and felt the hot gush of his scalding cum
filling my hand.
	His asshole tightened down on my shaft, and I felt my own nuts responding
to the tightness.  I gasped for breath and shoved myself deep and let go.  I
was trembling and gripping his hips like a desperate man as my nuts emptied
themselves into his deepest recesses.  I slipped shakily to my knees,
pulling my cock out of his ass in the process.  He fell forward as I let his
hips go, and shuddered on the bed.
	I peeled off the rubber, and dropped it into the trash can next to the
night stand.  I managed to stand on my shaky legs, and stagger to the
bathroom.  I ran hot water, and wet a wash cloth and wrung it out.  Back at
the bed, I used the warm rag to wipe the sweat off his back, and then
cleaned carefully around his still loose bung.  He rocked his hips as I
wiped it clean.  I cleaned myself and took the rag back to the bathroom.
	On the bed again, I slapped his rosy butt cheek lightly, and bent over and
kissed it where I'd left a faint imprint of my hand.  He moaned a little,
and rolled over.  His cock was still drooling cum and looked to be still
half hard.  I leaned down and took the head in my mouth and and sucked him
clean.  He sighed, and laid there with his eyes closed.
	"I guess I have a phone call to make if you're going to come home with me.
And you young man need to give your director notice.  I'm only going to be
here another two days."  I laid down next to him, and ran my hand over his
smooth muscular back.  He turned his head and looked into my eyes, and I
could see the silent smile playing there.
	"They won't miss me.  There's a hundred guys that would give their left nut
to get in that show."
	"Never-the-less, you need to go down and tell them you're leaving the show.
  An I, young man have a meeting to get to.  I stood and started to get
dressed again.  He laid there stretching like a satisfied cat, his muscles
stretching and contracting in wonderful cat like ways.
	I gave him my key to the room, and told him he should use the afternoon to
get his stuff from where ever, and bring it to the hotel.  I could get a
second key when I told the front desk that I had a guest in my room.  I
kissed him and left for my meeting.
	On the subway uptown, I wondered how he'd fit into the family back in
Phoenix, and discarded the concern, because I realized the boys and Jack
would welcome such a loving new boy into the group.  Then I wondered how
Phillip would react to the unique family I was about to introduce him into.
I realized just as easily, how he'd fit into a family that was loving and
respectful of him, like none he'd ever experienced before.
	It would be all right.  I smiled to my self, and then couldn't help but
chuckle audibly.  The guy hanging from the strap beside me, glanced at me
strangely, and then scooted away several feet, watching me nervously.

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