CHE SERA SERA
			       by joe wilson
                

It is said that the child is father of the man, and looking back over the
early years of my life, I see the beginning of what was to be.  I know now
there is no such thing as free will.  'Whatever will be, will be' as the
song goes. 

When I was seventeen, and my classmates boasted of their conquests with girls,
I thought of the boys I used to hate, and my thoughts were not of a hateful
nature.  I avoided all sports, yet I was drawn irresistably to the playing
field and to the locker rooms at the gym.  I was obsessed by the sight of 
my classmates, their naked bodies wet from the shower, snapping towels and
telling obscene stories about lust and vigor.  I loved the sight of them, 
and imagined all sorts of improper couplings.  And I was at the center of 
it all.

One night, while we had dinner, my mother said a very curious thing.  She 
directed her statement to my brother, Andy, but I'm sure it made no impact 
on him.  That's the way Andy was,  But is sent shock wave through me.

"I don't want you to go near Mr Lindsey, Andy.  There's something queer 
about that man.  No matter what he wants you to do, you stay away from him.
Okay? I don't trust him."

Andy shrugged his shoulders and laughed it off, "Shit! I don't know no Mr
Lindsey."

"Well, let's keep it that way," she said closing the subject.

But I knew Mr Lindsey.  He lived two houses down from us.  He spent a lot pf
time working in his garden, and he wore only swim trunks.  Just the sight of
him was exciting.  

On the top of his garage he had built an enclosed area surrounded
by canvas walls on a lead pipe frame, that he used for sunbathing.  I knew
that when he went up there, he took off his clothes.  Whenever I walked down
the alley, in back of our houses, and saw the steps leading up to it, I
thought of him up there naked.  I could feel my cock get hard just at the 
thought of it.  Now Mama called him queer.  I almost spilled the glass of
milk in my hand.

The next day was Friday.  The weekend was the best time for me.  Andy was 
off fucking Mona and Mama went away with her boyfriend.  She left Friday
afternoon and didn't come back until Sunday night or, once in a while, even
Monday morning.  I was alone then, and that's when I had my best sessions.

I was jacking off a lot, everyday.  I learned how to hold it and not let
myself climax too often.  It kept the pleasure zone really hot.  My cock 
and nipples were erect and hyper almost all the time.  I loved it, and 
needed the great feeling I got when I played with myself.

My mothers' remark about Mr Lindsey being queer was soaked in my brain with
indelible ink.  He was an old man.  I figured him at least 35, maybe even
40, almost as old as Mama and her boyfriends, but I thought of him cutting
the grass, showing off his bare chest with those big brown nipples, or his
whole body, naked up on the garage roof.

After dinner I walked down the alley, passed his house, but there was no 
sign of him, not even a light anywhere.

The next afternoon, after Mama and Andy had both gone off on their own fun 
and games, I wandered down the alley again.  I was primed for anything, 
having worked my cock to a near climax, but never letting it happen, over
and over again.  My jeans were so tight that as I walked, the rough 
material rubbed against my hard-on, and it felt good!

The door to Mr Lindseys' garage was open.  He was standing at the bench 
where he kept his tools.  From his back he looked almost like a teenager
like me, his shoulders were narrow, his hips narrower still.  He wore 
speedos that hugged  the cheeks of his ass.  White in color and almost
translucent.  I could even see the shadow of his crack that separated them
through the thin material.  His legs were long and graceful, and tapered to
thin ankles.  He was barefoot.  The covering he wore was so inadequate that
it was almost as though I was seeing him nude.

I guess he heard me for he turned his head.  A smile formed on his face, and
then he turned his whole body toward me.  My eyes sought his crotch looking
for his basket, wondering how big might me, but I saw nothing, for a small
towel, used as an apron, was inserted into the upper part of the speedos, and
it covered what I was looking for.

"Well," he said, his voice melodious and musical, "Where did you come from?
Heaven?"  and his smile broadened.  His teeth were white and even.  His eyes
twinkled with a fire-spark.  It was then I realized he was a handsome man.

Black curly hair sprinkled over his chest, but failed to hide the dark brown
nipples that looked like two thumbs pasted there.  As he spoke to me, his 
fingers rubbed over them and they seemed to swell even to a larger size.
As I looked at them, I could feel my throat tighten.  I wanted to reach over 
and and kiss them, but then a sudden blush of shyness washed over me, and I 
turned as though to run away.  But his smile was so friendly and appealing
that all I wanted to do was to look at him, to impress his beauty on my
brain so that I draw upon it later when I was alone, jacking off.

I raised my head to look at him again.  His skin was the color of copper,
he was that tan from the sun.  His stomach was flat with a stream of black
fuzzy hair that sprinkled down to the top of his speedos.  I could see the
thickening of pubic hair.  There was black curly hair covering his legs,
and even a tuft of it on his toes.

"Well?" he asked.

I looked back at his face, lean and handsome, eyes twinkling with merriment 
as though he knew how turned on I was.

"I'm Joey.  Joey Wilson.  I live right over there," I said, pointing up the
alley.

"I know where you live, Joey," he said, laughing and at ease.

His pleasant smile relaxed me somewhat, so the impulse to run away faded.

"I'm going upstairs to sun bathe, why don't you come with me.  I just put 
a little oil on my shoulders," and he pulled the towel away, and wiped his 
hands on it.  I could see the shape of his swelling cock now, as well as
the shadow of the mass of hair that surrounded it.

"Oh no, I'd better go home.  My mother's waiting for me."

"She left with her boyfriend about an hour ago, Jody.  They've gone off to 
fuck in private."  He looked at me with a direct stare that sent shivers 
down my spine.

"We all like to fuck, don't we Jody?......Like they say, fuckin's fun."

No one had ever talked to me like that before.  Even Andy, who fucked Mona
most every night, didn't talk about it.  Mr Lindseys' openness and frankness 
somehow sent a rush of excitement through me.  I knew I should go home and
I turned to leave, but he took my arm with a firm grasp and led me up the 
stairs.  

There was a large mattress on the floor, covered by several beach towels. 
It was warm here, for the canvas walls deflected the breezes and the sun 
seemed to concentrate on the enclosed area.  He released my arm and turning
toward me put his hand to his hips.  Before I realized what he was doing,
he slipped the speedos to the floor and stepped out of them.  He was naked.
Naked! Oh.....  I stared at him, unable to speak.  I had never seen a naked
man before and my excitement now reached to the surface and transferred 
itself to him.  His cock grew larger and larger.  When he was all the way 
erect, he pushed his hips forward and it swayed back and forth in front of me.

"Suck it," he whispered.

I could feel the pressure of my own cock as I got a hard-on.  His hand 
reached to the button at the top of my fly, as my hand, tentatively and 
tenderly, reached out to touch his cock.  My fingers encircled the warm 
and silky shaft, and I ejaculated cum into my pants.  Spurt after spurt of 
pleasure formed a growing wet spot on the front.

"Ah!" he said as he twisted the button.  But in a moment of panic, as 
the jets of cum spurted like some out of control fountain, I turned and,
almost falling, ran down the stairs, taking several at a time.

"You come back, you hear, boy?  Come back when you're ready.  I'll be 
waiting for you."

His lilting laughter chased me down the steps to the alley and to the
safety of my backyard.  I was breathing hard, and felt and smelled the 
musky sweat that formed between my legs and mingled with the sticky cum 
that covered my loins and testicles and dripped down my pant leg.

"Oh shit," I cried and tears rolled down my cheeks.

Slipping out of my clothes, I stumbled naked into the house and onto the
bed.  When the spouting finally stopped, I fell into a deep and dreamless
sleep.

When I awoke, it was dark.  Turning on the light I saw that it was 
almost nine o' clock.  I had been asleep for six hours.  I thought of Mr 
Lindsey, the beautiful naked Mr Linsey, with the swollen nipples.  I 
remembered him standing there, his feet apart, offering his cock to me.         
Sharp pain coursed down my back.  My cock was so hard it hurt.  Cum had 
dried all over my balls and legs, and had crusted, tugging at my pubic
hair.  Jumping into the shower, I washed away the remnants of the spouting
that just seeing him, and being next to him, had caused.

I was hungry, too.  It had been a long while since I had eaten.  Steak and
eggs gave me renewed strength, and the beer I washed it down with cooled
a dry throat.  I began to feel alive again, and pranced around the house.
I looked in the mirror loving the naked boy reflected back to me.  I massaged
my testicles.  Ah!  The sweet pleasure was there and growing.

Mama had a lot of porn tapes.  She kept them to show to her boyfriends
when they needed a little help to get it up again, maybe for the second or
third fuck.  She kept them in a cabinet that was always locked.  I stole the
keys from her purse one day, and had one made. Even though all the tapes were
of men and women, I liked to watch them.  I pretended the men were doing to 
me what they did to the women.  Besides, all the men were beautiful to look
at, with their hairy bodies and huge cocks.  

I smoked grass and drank beer and sat on the floor, my back to the sofa, and
stroked my cock as I watched one of them.  Sometimes the need to come was so 
strong I'd have to turn away, or get up and walk outside.  When I did, the
cool night breezes washed over my hot flesh.  It did feel so good.

Once when I was in the backyard cooling off, I thought of Mr Lindsey, and
could hear him calling to me.  "You come back, you hear?  When you're ready
you come back."  I went to the gate that led into the alley, and opening it
I almost ran to his house.  I was out of control, I couldn't have turned
back if I'd wanted to.  Like a leaf swirling in a whirlpool, I was pulled 
by some force, down the alley to Mr Lindseys' house.

His garage door was closed now, but I turned to the gate leading into his 
yard. The latch opened easily; it was silent as I stepped inside.  The moon
was full and shown silvery on my bare skin.

A sudden disappointment swept over me.  The house was dark, he was not at 
home.  Then as I turned the corner and headed back to the gate, I saw a
dim light that seemed to flick on and off.  I went in its' direction, around
the side of the house.  There was a window at ground level.  I knew it was
to the basement, for this house was built by the same builder as ours, and
had the same design.  I crept closer, excited with anticipation, yet I didn't
know why.

The glow from the window continued wavering as I approached it, and leaning 
on the wall of the house I looked down into the basement.  There was a large 
candle dancing its' light against the window pane.  It barely illuminated
the dark room, and there, in the center of it, stretched out, laying upon
a large mattress, was Mr Lindsey.  A smile of pleasure spread across his face.
There was the figure of a boy, his back to me, standing over him.  Mr Lindsey
moved his naked body back and forth, his erect cock swaying to and fro, as 
the boy pissed on it.

I watched the light of the candle as it lit the golden stream now flowing into 
his open mouth, the muscles in his throat contracted as he swallowed it.     
He moved, and the golden stream poured over his slender body once more,
leaving glistening skin and yellow pools.

As I watched this unbelievable scene, a tremendous surge of wanton passion
overwhelmed me.  Once more My body asserted itself with a mind of its own,
and I climaxed.  No matter how I tried to stop it, the cum spurted its 
pleasure onto the window, on and on and on, and as the boys' piss gradually
receded to the lasst drops, my cum reached its' limits, too, and I fell upon
my knees and leaned against the house for support,  Never had I expected to 
see anything like that. Never had I experienced so much pleasure at my orgasm.  
And when the the boy knelt down beside the innundated man, to slip his hard 
cock into his mouth, I saw that the boy was my brother, Andy.

I fell back and rested upon a garden swing.  It's motion sent a breeze that 
cooled my heated body.  My cock remained erect and demanding, sensitive to my 
stroking it.  What I had just witnesed sent shock waves down my spine and
into my genitals.  Andy!  That was Andy!!!  Suddenly I lusted for him.  I 
wanted him to hold me, to embrace me with those powerful shoulders, to kiss
me with those full lips.  To piss on me too?  Oh, Oh, all the long hidden
hungers suddenly came to the surface.  The lust ate at my body, consuming me,
drawing me into its viscious circle.  I could think only of Andy and hairy
Mr Lindsey.  Oh!  Mr Lindsey!  All that hair swirling over his chest and
down his stomach and surrounding that huge cock.  How hungry he seemed as he
sucked Andys' cock.  He was lost to a frenzy of passion.

There was a light in one of the windows.   It was coming from the kitchen.
I could see Mr Lindseys' shoulders at the sink.  I was drawn to it, drawn
like a puppet on a string, or a moth, following the glow of a candle.

I was at the back door.  Involuntarily, I reached for the door knob.  The 
door was unlocked and it swung open at my touch.  The kitched light 
cascaded over me.  I can't imagine what my expression must have been, but
that on Mr Lindseys' face was one I will never forget.  Surprise first,
then delight, then lust bound by naked hunger.

"Jody!  Ah Jody!  Come in, boy, come in.  I was just thinking about you."

He leaned against the sink for support.  I could smell the sweet lingering
scent of grass.  He seemed over-relaxed, and the grin on his face was 
lascivious.  He was still naked.  I could see all the curves and lines of 
him, swollen nipples and black hair leading to a huge cock.  I wanted to 
feel once more the solid quivering flesh of it.  When I reached for it, he
pulled away.

"I was just going to have a beer," he said, "You want one?"  He turned his 
back to me.  The tanned cheeks and hairy crack of his ass was still wet 
from Andys' piss.  My impulse was to get on my knees and taste it, but he
interrupted my thoughts by handing me a beer.

"You said I should come when I was ready,"  I stammered,  "Well I'm ready
now, Mr Lindsey,  Look at me."

He touched my cock and testicles, rolling his hand over them briefly.  Then
he squeezed my balls with an abrupt pressure that sent a sharpened brittle 
pain.  

"Oh! Jesus!"  I cried.

"Shit, boy!  I wanted to play this afternoon, but oh no, the namby-pamby
sissy boy wasn't ready.  Well you play queer games with me boy, you play 
my rules, we do it my way."

He opened a door that was next to him.  "Down there," he said motioning
his head toward the door.  I almost fell down them as he pushed me to the
steps.  Andy was standing at the bottom looking up at me.  He was naked, 
his hard cock pointing at me.

"Well little brother, you finally made it." he said and he put his arms 
around me and kissed me.

Che sera sera!!!   


Joe Wilson

wilson583@aol.com 

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