Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2008 08:34:31 -0800 (PST)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: OLIVER AT COLLEGE ... FINAL CHAPTER by Donny Mumford
The drive from Delaware to my parents' place normally
takes about four hours. Stopping at the convenience
store for some " junk food" hadn't taken very long so
I'll be home about ten thirty. Can't wait to eat my
dinner at the Townline Hoagie Shop.... that's gonna be
my first stop. Then, let's see... tomorrow is Sunday
so that's a family day...church and a day long visit
with my parents. Watch a football game with
Dad...tell Mom little "white" lies about my college
friends, college activities, and so on....making sure
not to mention the "gay" thing.
Speaking of "gay", Christian will be arriving late
Wednesday. Wonder if he's told Mom and Dad about his
gay proclivities....better yet, wonder if he's
bringing Daddy/Glen home with him....heh heh. What a
riot that would be. Actually, I hope Christian
hasn't had a heart to heart talk with the folks about
being gay because I don't want to have to deal with
any kind of stressful situations during this break.
To start with, I've had so much sex in the past
twenty-four hours my mojo just up and left me...so, no
more yummy "sex-drive" for me. How long that will go
missing is anybody's guess. And, because of that
situation I feel the best thing is for me to simply
chill.
Mom and Dad will both be working during the day so
that means some excellent chill-out time at home alone
for me. Anyway, rest and relaxation before Wednesday
is an absolute must because Wednesday is my reunion
with Frankie. I'm nervous and excited about that...in
equal portions. One never knows what to expect from
Frankie. Should be interesting, especially after his
confession about how he agreed, more or less, with
everything I've been saying about gay sex and him and
me. Of course, it's one thing talking on the phone
and another thing how he's going to react in person?
And I can't stop wondering what's with my missing sex
drive?.... have I abandoned it in Dover, Delaware
forever? Certainly not forever, but for how long?
Why do these bizarre things always happen to me?!
Pulling onto route 1 North, I switched to a CD by The
Killers and drove along the highway waiting for my
favorite cut.. "Read My mind". Damn, that's a cool
sound! Firing-up another Marlboro Lite...then
punching the gas petal hard to pass a big-ass
tractor-trailer and I'm back on the road again.
Heading North this time... I-95 to I-495 to I-476
and finally I-80 all the way to Williamsport,
Pennsylvania. That's been my hometown ever since
the death of my childhood friend and, I guess you
could say, my first true love. I was in love with
Tyler for two or three years before he died. It was
a one-way love because he wasn't gay. I've heard it
said that young love is always the sweetest. Not that
I'm especially old of course.
Those thoughts made me think about all the sex I'd had
without the benefit of "love". Damn!...it has been
hot fun though...and harmless too. Wonder what Tyler
would have thought about me if he were alive and knew
about all my gay sex? Not a good thought pattern.
Oliver...get off that one. Switching mental gears...
Ok, being objective... I guess I've got to admit that
Alexander's gay "club" scene last night was a little
over the top. Yeah, that's true enough, but how often
do I get to experience sin city with the sex-o-maniac
Alexander and his merry men? Not too often so maybe
I've got to stop beating myself over the head every
time I have fun. I'm nineteen for Christ sake! I
mean, come on...that Bobby is one hot dude, and the
twins ! and Spunky ! That trip rocked, man. My
mind continued to wander as I drove that great little
Mini Cooper convertible toward home.... sadly, it's
too cold to put the top down.
It's fun thinking about sex with those boys....so hot.
Feeling totally sexually satisfied at the moment
made me wonder if it's ever happened to me before.
And, yes, it had... in Wildwood last summer, my second
week there when Alexander and me began having the two
hours of hot sex every morning ...oh my God!
Yeah...that was special alright. My roommate Joey is
become a super-heated hot time too....it hasn't even
been two days since I left the campus and I miss him
already. It's nice that he keeps popping up in my
head.
On the other hand, I am here for a break from
college...a change of pace. But jeez, that body on
Joey and his cute looks... and his wicked tight bum.
Having sex with him just before break was as hot as
any sex I had in Delaware, plus there was something
else to it too...what was it? Sweet?...yeah but more
than just sweet, what was that extra something?
Damn, there was definitely something special going
on... something I never exactly felt before. Probably
something to do with it being Joey's first time. Or,
maybe it was his unexpected revelation that he's gay.
I hadn't thought there was a real chance he was gay.
Life is one big surprise some times.
What the hell, I do miss Joey. He's my special,
special friend. It's all that personal stuff between
us... wiping his ass, bathing him, brushing his teeth
and feeding him and all the other stuff too. All
those kinds of things brings a person close to you.
Makes the relationship special... and special both
ways too. He's so innocent thinking he fell in love
with me. It makes me smile cause, ha ha...mostly he
just likes the sex and thinks that that's love. Like
me thinking I was in love with the boys I kissed...how
embarrassing for me now when looking back on that.
But, ya know, what a sweet kid Joey is. Bet we're
still close friends years and years from now.
By the time I pulled off I-80 the CDs had changed from
"The Killers" to "The Plain White Ts" to "The Fray"
and then back to "The Plain White Ts' again. Fifteen
minutes later, there it was, the big purple neon sign
for the Townline Hoagie Shop. Driving had been OK,
too much introspection perhaps and I am stiff after
four hours behind the wheel, but mostly I'm just very
hungry. The Townline is always crowded so I had to
park in back. There weren't any familiar faces
standing outside talking or messing around and this is
a good thing. Hope there's nobody familiar inside too
because I'm not interested in chit chat ...I just want
to eat and then get home to sleep in my own bed..
Being a teenager myself, there is always this creepy
feeling I get walking alone past a group of other
teenagers. It sucks, but what can you do except
endure it even though I just know they're making fun
of me behind my back in some way, shape or form. Ah,
fuck em! As soon as the door opens to the Townline
Hoagie Shop that heavy fried onion smell overwhelms
your olfactory lobes and saturates your clothing. The
fried onion smell will stay with you for quite awhile
after you leave too. For me it's no problem because,
along with the sexy way certain boys I've known smell,
the fried onion smell, while certainly very
different, is one of my favorites ...so, I'm good with
it. Just glad to be inside actually.
Fried onions are for the cheese steaks, of course.
I'm going to have a cheese steak tonight, but first I
want a hoagie. Two seats open at the counter so I slid
into the one next to a man who looked like he was
almost done eating. Maybe I'll get lucky and have an
empty seat on either side of me when this guy
finishes. My first choice is always a booth, but they
were all being used tonight. Almost immediately I had
to check-out this guy next to me because he was
slurping his soda even though there was only wet ice
left in the glass. Sucking on wet ice through a
straw makes a shrill sipping sound....it's so freaking
irritating. It gives me unpleasant chills, like when
somebody holds a piece of paper between their teeth.
Jesus, I hate that!!
Doing my fake cough, I steal another look at this
buffoon just as he's taking a huge bite of his mostly
eaten cheeseburger, chewing with his mouth open and
making all kinds of lip smacking sounds... wonder
which charm school this jackass went to. Another
phony cough from me, but the slob just keeps on
chewing, making sounds like a dog lapping water out of
a bowl. Then I notice he's wearing a black sweater
with dandruff on the shoulders...oh God, I'm losing my
appetite. Why do I always sit next to the worst pig
in the place?
The man finally finished his cheeseburger and began
digging in his pocket for money to pay the check....
in the process he let's loose a long revolting burp!
Didn't even cover his mouth. I'm looking down at the
counter trying to put this horror show out of my
mine... Will this torture never end?! Just then I
hear someone say, "What's it gonna be, dude?"
Looking up I see a cool Asian guy standing behind the
counter ready to take my order. I go "Huh?"
Forgetting all about the slob next to me, just staring
at the waiter for another second and then going,
"What?'
This waiter is beautiful...he's got to be new here too
because I would definitely have remembered him if I'd
seen him before. Seemingly losing his patience with
me...he moved his head forward and in a bored voice
says, "Do you know what you want?" He opens his dark
eyes real wide, then adds, as if he's talking to a
nine year old, "To eat, I mean?" Gulping and then
quickly saying, "Ah, yeah, yeah..eat. Ah, can I have
a small hoagie with hot peppers and a cherry coke."
He writes it on a receipt pad and walks away without
another word or glance. Me? ... I was staring after
him with my mouth hanging open.
This asian waiter... very slim, about 125 pounds with
a great ass. Five feet-eight inches tall, wicked
straight, black, soft-looking, too-long hair ...over
his ears and collar, with some kind of moose or
something in the hair on top which allowed it to kind
of stick up in clumps...it stays-put across the top of
his forehead too. Large, dark, almond-shaped eyes
with thin, black eyebrows. His slightly yellowish-tan
skin-tone appeared poreless and flawless and hairless
and smooth... he's beautiful, but in a boyish way.
Hard to determine his age, but certainly late teens,
early twenties.
Finely shaped facial features, perfectly sized for his
oval face. Definitely not feminine ...nothing about
him struck me as feminine. In fact, he had somehow
seemed intimidating which is the reason I hesitated
with my food order. I can't really explain it...just
the way he confidently did everything...and that flat
stare of his too. It was a bit disconcerting, but
also very interesting. The seats on either side of me
were now empty and I had this "super-hot" waiter
getting me a hoagie. Well OK, after a rough start...
things in the Townline Hoagie Shop are now going my
way.
Casually looking down the counter I watched the waiter
serving other customers...he has very thin wrists and
hairless arms with long fingered hands. Elegant,
actually... and that's not a word that pops-up in my
head very often. Without warning he flicked his eyes
in my direction, catching me staring at him. No
smile, a hard three second stare right back at me
which made me avert my eyes down at the counter and do
that phony cough of mine again. He has the most
unique "looks".
My guess is that he's Japanese, but I'm far from an
expert in that regard, having very little exposure to
Asians. Haven't really noticed Asians much, but I've
always admired the look of some Hispanics with their
tan, clear skin tone and handsome features. Many of
the young Hispanic guys go in for short, detailed
haircuts that look so tough.... soooo cool.
Whatever.. this waiter will have me paying more
attention to Asian boys from now on. And, I'm not
sure, but it just might be that my dick stirred when
he gave me that stare. Could it be I didn't leave my
sex-drive in Delaware after all?
Not daring to look in his direction a second time I
squirmed on the stool thinking about my dick and
thinking that I could really use a cigarette about
now. A few minutes later, my waiter was back..."Here
ya go. I put extra syrup in your cherry coke. Hope
it's sweet enough for ya." He said it with an odd
inflection to his voice. Looking up slightly, I
wanted to say "what?", but noticed his name tag
instead... it read "Aaron". Lifting my eyes up still
further, chancing another look at him only to discover
that stare of his, right back at me. Trying to say,
"Thanks, dude" instead, "thinks, doo", croaked out of
me... my face got hot and red. Aaron shook his head
and walked further up the counter to my right.
Sweat broke out on my forehead as I slurped down half
my soda....it certainly was sweet enough. The sodas
here at Townline are fountain drinks made by squirting
coke syrup or cherry syrup or any flavor syrup in a
cup with ice... then filling it up with seltzer water
and stirring it all together. They're much better
than bottled sodas..much! With shaky hands and an odd
buzzing in my belly I picked-up the hoagie...my mouth
actually watered as I anticipating the taste.
A Townline hoagie starts with a good Italian sub roll
sliced almost in half, long wise... olive oil and
dried oregano drizzled inside the cut. Then lots of
Italian cold cuts like hard salami and cooked salami
and sharp provolone cheese is layered in the roll. On
top of that goes sliced onions, sliced tomato and
lettuce...all cold and crispy. More olive oil with
salt and pepper, and lastly... they're optional, but I
always get them, sliced hot cherry peppers. With each
bite you get a taste of everything and all the
ingredients combined together are delicious. I chewed,
with my lips closed of course, savoring every
mouthful.
Some misguided individuals call this a sub, but
that's too generic. There are all kinds of sub
sandwiches...only one hoagie. I lost myself eating
that hoagie, forgetting my surroundings and it wasn't
long before I was slurping the last of my cherry coke
making that exact sound the jackass next to me had
made fifteen minutes ago. Hmmm? Looking up and then
to both sides...no one paid me any mind so I slurped
twice more....it didn't annoy me when I did it.
Excellent to get the last dregs of the sweet drink.
Yum! OK, I still have room for a small cheese
steak... and if Aaron ever returns I'll order one.
There are probably twenty stools at the counter and I
was sort of in the middle. Aaron would wait on people
down the counter to my left, then he'd walk right by
me to the other end of the counter serving food to
other customers or collecting money from those who had
finished. He treated everyone pretty much the same
way he treated me... officiously. He probably didn't
like his job or maybe he was just having a bad day. I
stared at him openly now...what a handsome face he
has....and his slim body seemed to glide effortlessly
with his every movement. His skin was perfect and I
wondered how it would smell....how it would feel to
have my face pressed against his.... and what would
his mouth taste like? When he spoke I noticed his
teeth are very white, with just the slightest
separation between each of the top ones...very pink
gums.
He's something alright.... looking down now at my
lap, pulling my jeans at the crotch to get my
slightly twitching dick comfortable... I hear, "Can I
help you?" My head shoots up to see Aaron leaning
forward over the counter staring right into my eyes.
He says, "Can I get you something else to eat?"
"What? Huh?...Ah, it was good. The hoagie was, ya
know...OK" He tilted his head to the side a little,
did an exaggerated inhale and said again, in an
annoyed, bored manner, "Can I get ya something ELSE?"
He spoke without an accent of any kind...well, unless
you think we have some kind of accent up here in
western Pennsylvania. He sounded like I sound,
except he has a wonderful fullness to his voice where
my is more...I don't know, more like a kid's voice.
Aaron nodded his head in the direction of someone to
the left of me who had his hand up waving, calling,
"Waiter". Then slowly turning back to me he sounded
almost nice when he said, "More soda, maybe?" That
was my opening, I gulped again ...then croaked out,
"Oh, ah...can I have a small cheese steak with fried
onion and another cherry coke". He wrote it down,
mumbled, "That wasn't hard, was it?" and looked in the
direction of my lap. I said, "What?"... he smirked at
me, took my empty hoagie basket, and walked toward the
customer who was demanding his attention. I was red
in the face again as someone slurs out to me, "Hey
dick, how bout moving down and giving us two seats
together here...if it ain't too fucking much trouble".
Two tough looking guys were standing there smelling
like beer and cigarettes. Scruffy black Gothic attire
with a number of facial piercings and a tattoo on the
side of both their necks. Ugh! I said nothing...just
moved over one stool pulling my empty drink with me.
Now I had these two smelly scruffs on my right and a
heavy-set fellow on my left. Shit! I hate to be
crowded. The two Gothic assholes talked loudly and
the one right next to me had his elbow on the counter,
spread-out, cupping his fat head with his hand, taking
most of my counter space. His hair smelled bad so I
leaned slightly toward the fat guy on my left who
said, "Excuse me kid, but I'm trying to eat here.
What? ya want to sit in my lap?" I said, "Sorry" and
moved away as best I could. So now I was awkwardly
leaning back on my stool with just my left hand on the
counter steadying myself.
"Hey, douche bag! Pass the napkin holder down here"
..that was directed at me from the guy who had his
elbow on the counter in front of me. I slid the
napkin holder down to him and his buddy took out two
napkins and blew his nose nosily into them, then
dropped the used napkins on the floor, both of them
were laughing about something. Lovely manners...
especially being in a restaurant. Then, looking over
my shoulder, out the big plate glass windows,
wondering about the sound of a car horn repeatedly
beeping, hoping it wasn't mine. From behind the
counter I heard Aaron's voice, "Move that arm Reasner!
Keep it in front of you". Looking back I see Aaron,
holding the basket containing my cheeses steak,
staring hard at the Gothic pig next to me...he'd put
my new soda down on the only counter space available
for me....no place to put the cheese steak.
Aaron didn't sound particularly threatening or
angry... he spoke in a monotone, but there was a
definite edge to him. Reasner obviously knew Aaron
and said, "Oh goody, look who we got for our waiter
tonight, Mikey" Mikey looked over, but said nothing
so Reasner added, "What if I don't want to move my
arm, Hanari?" Aaron, still holding my cheese steak,
said in his bored monotone, "I'll help Warren throw
your asses out of here. It'll be fun, and you know
Warren hates your guts anyway so you might trip and
bounce your head off the parking lot a few times in
the process." Reasner mumbled "asshole" and moved his
arm allowing Aaron to put my cheesesteak sandwich down
in front of me. Aaron actually gave me a small grin,
and it was so cute... this time I'm sure my dick
stiffened up a little. The two goths mumbled that they
didn't know what they wanted to eat yet so Aaron went
through swinging doors behind him, disappearing into
the kitchen. Three seconds of staring after him and
then I took a bite of my cheese steak. Ooh, too
hot...but yummy.
The Townline cheese steak is thinly sliced beef cooked
on the grill with oil and onions. In a couple of
minutes it's scraped into a mound and two squares of
American cheese are put, side by side, on top to
soften into the beef. The same type Italian roll used
for the hoagie is sliced long ways and heated on the
grill and then, using a spatula, the cook transfers
the entire mound of steak, cheese and fried onions
into the warm roll. I always add a stream of sweet
red ketchup along the inside of the roll. Shutting out
everything except the food, I ate every drop of that
cheese steak and totally loved it. After draining my
second cherry coke I looked at the check and then dug
money out of my pocket to pay. In the city....that's
the city of Philadelphia where Penn is located, they
use cheese-whiz on their cheese steaks... big mistake.
Cheese-whiz is too salty and yucky, here they do it
right with Kraft American cheese. Now, where the hell
is Aaron?
No Aaron, but a middle aged woman with a sweatband
around her head, who I recognized, was taking a food
order from the Gothic horror boys and after that she
took my check and money. I said, "Keep the change,
Annie" and got back from her, "Thanks, honey". The
two dicks next to me were paying no attention to me,
so I returned the favor. When I lived at home I'd be
in the Townline Hoagie Shop two or three times a week.
My brother Christian always gave me spending money
and I spent a lot of it here. The lady with the
headband was Warren's wife...they own this place and
Warren's father owned it before him. Warren is a big
brute of a man, but boy can he cook. This is my
favorite food in the world. Walking out the door,
wondered what happened to Aaron and there he was
leaning against the side of the building smoking and
talking on a cell phone.
The neon light that spelled out "TOWNLINE HOAGIE SHOP"
cast a purple haze on his cute face and the same for
the smoke he exhaled as he animatedly spoke Japanese
into his cell phone. His teeth looked violet. I had
to walk by him to get around back where my car was
parked so I gave a little wave and a smile as I
passed. He looked up at me without changing
expression. Shrugging to myself, almost around the
corner of the building, and Aaron calls out, "Hey, get
back here you". Looking around, it was obvious he
meant me so, with a friendly look on my face, I
sauntered back... curious like.
Putting his cell phone in his pants pocket, Aaron
asked,"What's your name?" I didn't appreciate his tone
of voice, but what the hell, extremely confident boys
mesmerize me so I told him my name, "Oliver
Nickerson". He pointed at a spot right in front of
him and said, "Well, Oliver Nickerson, stand right
over here". Moving toward him with a puzzled look on
my face, he said sternly, "Not there...right where I'm
pointing." As soon as I moved to the correct spot he
looked me over closely and then absently exhaled smoke
in my face. Putting a finger to his lips he squinted
at me like he was trying to figure something out about
me.
Trying to ignore the smoke in my face I squinted back
at him, but his stare made me look down. Damn, why do
I do that. Then more of his smoke in my face which
actually made me do a real cough for a change....it
sounded pretty much like my phony coughs. Without
changing expression Aaron held out an open box of
Winston Lights and I took one. He held his burning
cigarette up to mine, so I inhaled and lit mine off
his. "Thanks Aaron" is what I said after exhaling my
first drag and he responded with, "Oh, you can read
name tags too. Aren't you clever!" I grinned like
he'd just given me a compliment, then felt dumb and
blushed again. He did that little dismissive shake of
his head.
Taking another drag on my cigarette I looked over at
Aaron who looked back at me until his unblinking stare
made me shift my eyes down again to look at the
blacktop parking lot this time, he asked..."You leave
me a tip?" When I said yes, he wanted to know how
much. Hearing the amount, he tried to sound
threatening by claiming he could easily check up on
what my tip had been. I started to tell him it was
the truth, but he waved his hand at me to stop. I was
averting his eyes now, looking at his nose, as a
little grin broke out around his mouth and he told me,
"All the tips for the night are put in a pool and
split evenly between us servers. I was just breaking
your balls about the tip, I really don't care what it
was." He said it in a voice that gave the impression I
should have know all that without him having to
explain it. I go, "Oh".
Still standing there, kind of up straight in front of
Aaron waiting for...well, I don't know what I was
waiting for. He lifted the hand that held his
cigarette, palm out.. which I took to mean "stay
still' and with his other hand he reached up and
pulled down my bottom lip using the pad of his index
finger which he then rubbed gently on my gums, beneath
my bottom teeth, back and forth, back and forth and I
began having trouble breathing normally. This type of
thing has happened to me a couple of times in the past
and I've come to the conclusion that special guys,
like Aaron, are simply demonstrating their dominance.
It's usually a very effective technique to use on me,
especially when the dominate boy looks like Aaron. I
continued to stand still, and up straight for
him....you know, being a good boy.
When I didn't object to his finger in my mouth, he
let go of my lip and instead pulled the zipper of my
jacket up, patted my shoulder too hard and lectured me
that it's awfully easy to catch a cold this time of
year if a person doesn't stay warm. His pats against
my cheek were very close to being smacks while he was
asking me if I'd known that fact about colds... the
smacks had a sting to them. Having no clue how to
respond to his unusual behavior, in a small voice I
asked, "You new around here?" Aaron laughed out loud
as if that was the last thing he expected me to say.
After his laugh he said that I was the new kid on the
block, not him. I shook my head 'no' and tried to
explain myself but smoke caught in my throat... the
coughing drowned out my words. This kid made me feel
kind of uneasy...I don't know, maybe like I was trying
too hard to please him or something.
Aaron patted my back through my coughing. When I
could I told him that far from being a new kid on the
block this has been my home for five years. "I'm home
from college on Thanksgiving break". Aaron sputtered,
"College? You're shitting me....no way you're old
enough to be in college?" When he found out I was
nineteen he insisted on seeing my drivers license.
"God damn, Oliver Nickerson, you're almost twenty
years old, dude. Fuck, I'm a senior at Mount St
Alice's high school... just turned eighteen last
month." He added, "Are you serious about this goofing
around shit we've been doing?"
It was obvious Aaron was surprised to see my age
because I'd been willingly letting him get away with
treating me this way. He didn't know it's sort of a
sexual turn-on for me...or, maybe he did. In any case
I muttered, "Oh, thanks...I mean, happy birthday....
Am I serious about what ?...I mean.." This made him
laugh again and say, "Jesus, you're a real piece of
work, Oliver. Watch this.." he pulled on my arm in a
way that magically made me bump up against his side.
I bounced off him lightly, but was now closer to him.
There were still kids screwing around in front of the
hoagie shop, but they couldn't see us.... not that I
imagine Aaron would care if they did. He was at least
an inch shorter than me... this didn't appear to
bother him even a little bit either. That odd
pressure he's exerted on my arm got me totally off
balance and I ended up standing still, almost touching
him. Holding my wrist in a certain way kept me there
in place, close to him... sort of, in each other's
space. It was very odd, but I liked it. Aaron
wanted to know my college and was impressed when I
told him it was The University of Pennsylvania. Then
he told me his family had moved here in the Fall, just
as I was going away to college, so we just missed each
other.
Wondering how he could be so tough calling out those
Gothic assholes in the hoagie shop earlier, I asked if
he was a boxer or something. He took my hand and
lifted it up against his bicep. His bicep was as hard
as a steel cable. Aaron smiled at the expression on my
face when I squeezed that hard muscle. He told me he
has been doing a form of Japanese martial arts called
"aikido", which is basically all about balance and
structure... he'd been doing it for ten years now.
That particular martial art isn't intended to
seriously harm your attacker, just neutralize him.
That's why he could pull my wrist in such a way that
I'd move where he wanted. I said, "Oh, I see" although
I didn't see at all. Chuckling again he pulled on my
arm and slightly pushed my foot with his foot in a
manner that made me lose my balance and fall into him.
He kept me from falling to the blacktop, but he did
so by goosing my ass and groping my belly. I was
like, "Ah..oh..yep, I see what you mean.. oops...
oh!!" while making sure my cigarette didn't burn
him...or me.
Steady on my feet again, Aaron now had his left hand
holding me by the back of my neck, squeezing
occasionally and talking to me pleasantly. It gave me
a shiver every time he squeezed, making my head bend
back against his hand. Aaron pretended he didn't
notice, but I could tell he was trying not to grin
each time he squeezed and I shivered and flinched and
bumped the back of my head against the back of his
fingers. Apparently he was enjoying himself until..
checking his watch, he informed me he was on a
fifteen minute break which was now into the
twenty-first minute. I said, "Oh, really?" ... Aaron
didn't appear to care that he was extending his
alloted break time.
When he spoke I watched his lips move, they were so
cool...shaped in that natural bow form that some
people have. The thought of kissing him made me
involuntarily do a quick crotch adjustment and when I
did he let go of my neck and took my wrist to pull me
into his side again. We both did a little laugh. My
right bicep was awkwardly pressed against his box of
Winston Light cigarettes that were in the pocket of
his white, button-down shirt. The look on his face
was more serious this time and the way he held my
wrist kept me against him for a few seconds. I took a
quick drag on the Winston and then blew out a long
breath... my face got red and hot once again.
Holding me so that my side was against him, Aaron blew
three perfect smoke rings that drifted over my
head.... me now relaxing against his wonderfully tight
body.
My dick was hard inside my jeans, pointing across to
the right, not bulging out too much yet. Maybe Aaron
wouldn't notice...my brain spent a nanosecond trying
to remember who I'd seen blow smoke rings like Aaron's
and immediately the face of Mike Sullivan, from the
Wildwood boardwalk, flashed behind my eyes....it
startled me and I jerked against Aaron. He gave me a
look like he had just remembered something and said,
"Oh yeah, the reason I called you over here in the
first place is to find out if you were coming-on to me
in the hoagie shop earlier. Were you coming on to me,
Oliver Nickerson?" I gasped and my body stiffened
against his as I sputtered out, "What? No! In the
hoagie shop? Na na no! What do ya mean, Aaron?" He
told me he thought he'd noticed me coming on to him...
that's all.
Shaking my head back and forth I assured him I hadn't
come on to him and he said, "Well, then it's obvious,
I can't tell when you're coming on and when you're
not... so, when you do decide to come on to me, will
ya let me know? OK, Oliver?" I said, "What?" He
chuckled and flicked the short bangs off my forehead
with his index finger and said, "That's a cute
haircut. What's it suppose to be? Is it a retro
style from the sixties or fifties or something?" In a
serious manner I explained, "It's suppose to be
Robin's haircut from the Batman and Robin TV show of
the sixties. I never saw the show myself". This time
it was Aaron's turn to say," What?" he laughed out
loud again and told me he had no fucking idea what I'd
just said, but that I was a laugh riot. I said,
"Huh?".
All this time the sides of our bodies were touching
and my boner was getting stiffer until now it was
obvious....so was my short, quick breathing. His body
felt so good and it took all my will power not to
press the side of my face against his...or, God
forbid, kiss him. Aaron took one last drag of his
Winston Light and flicked it in an arc ... about
twenty feet away a splash of red sparklers exploded
when it landed on the blacktop parking lot. He
ruffled my hair, this time on top, and then goosed my
boner lightly and held his hand up against it for a
couple of seconds, at the same time staring into my
eyes till I looked down again. Taking his hand away
he said, "Don't forget to tell me when you're coming
on to me". He did a cute smirk close to my face
before turning and walking thru a side door into the
hoagie shop's kitchen... he never looked back.
Taking deep breaths now, waiting there thinking...
maybe there's going to be something more, but no...
he was gone, gone, gone. In a daze, I stepped on my
cigarette butt and slowly walked toward my car. Half
way there I spotted Aaron's butt, still smoldering.
Picking it up I took a little drag off it and then
tried to flick it like he'd done. It went six feet
and dropped like a stone. Winston Lights taste a lot
like Marlboro Lights if ya ask me. Aaron "lips" his
cigarettes' filter, just like me. His saliva from the
filter was on my lips... that thought had me groping
my boner for the next ten minutes, driving to my
parents house.
Guess I can stop worrying about my mojo...it ain't
lost any more and it ain't in Dover, Delaware either.
Good to also know it wasn't all used up by Spunky,
Bobby and the twins. No sirree, it's back with me...
good as new. All I needed was a hoagie, a cheese
steak, two cherry cokes.... and Aaron.
The lights were on at my parents house so I drove
around some more. Didn't want a reunion with them
tonight. I was in a goofy, dreamy mood that I kind of
liked and wanted to stay in for awhile longer. Best to
wait until my parents go to bed and we'll have our
"hellos" in the morning. For the hell of it I drove
by Pattie's house. Lights were on there too. Hmmmm?
Wonder what Myer's is up to. Pattie's brother is
another one-of-a-kind hottie. That teen BO of his is
like an aphrodisiac to me. It gets me so hot. I love
it that he begs me to fuck him because, once in
awhile, I like to be in charge... just for a change,
ya know?
Is he sixteen or seventeen by now? Probably
seventeen, but he acts older. Initially he bullied me
when I'd come to pick-up Pattie for a date. Somehow
he knew right away that I was gay or at least bi and
he tried to do little things to humiliate me... then
he changed his ways because he wanted me to fuck
him...really wanted it. He changed from being a bully
into being a pussycat saying "Please, Oliver" and
being real polite...what an actor. I was glad to help
the kid out... what the hell, it was less than a year
ago that I'd been in his same situation of constant
yearning with no outlet for it...
I'm seeing Pattie this Saturday night, but obviously
my main interest is Myers. Pattie is cool enough for
a girl and she's an OK date as far as it goes...plus,
it does helps with my hetero image, but it's Myers
that's the attraction there for me. Cruising by
slowing, it looked like someone was at the front door.
Too dark to see who it was. Damn, should I stop?
Then, "Oliver! I'd recognize that car anywhere...get
over here!" The dark figure turned around and said,
"So, you're interested in me again now that you're
back in town."
It was Pattie, not Myers. Fuck! She skipped down the
front walk as I did a U-turn and parked in front of
her house. Pattie was not pleased with me and she
opened the passenger door telling me about it. "Two
emails in three months, Oliver? That's all I get from
you? I emailed you three or four times a week? And,
why did you give me the wrong number for your cell
phone?" I was like, "What? No, no that was the right
number.." She called out the number and it was, of
course, all wrong. "Oh, no Pattie...you must have
written it down wrong." "Horse manure, Oliver!
You're the one who wrote it down. Just how many
girlfriends do you have at college anyway?" I started
to say "none" when she interrupted with, " Don't lie
to me, Oliver!" pointing an accusatory finger at me.
She hopped in the front seat and slid right over to
put her arms around my neck and kiss me on my
mouth...then she did a theatrical moan, saying, "I
can't help myself when you're around" and kissed me
again. Ah crap...I need to be an actor myself now...
act like I'm into a hot make-out with her. She
quickly got excited and pulled my hand to her crotch
and humped my fist. Yuck! She rubbed her breast
against my chest and groped my ass while I tried not
to gag. It was gross doing this stuff with her,
although I can think of a number of boys that I'd
love to do it with. When doing it with Pattie...
well, it's best I think hard about one of those boys.
Thinking about my new crush, Aaron...and with Pattie
kneading my dick, it actually did get semi-hard.
Then, another miracle...Pattie abruptly pulled her
head away and said, "Oh no you don't, Oliver. I know
you too well. All you want is to get me on my back
and hump away to your heart's content... I feel that
naughty hard penis of yours right there in your pants.
You're a hot one alright, but no "doing-the-naughty"
for you...not tonight, Oliver." She adjusted her
skirt and added, "Now, if you had emailed me more
often I might have rewarded you tonight. You are so
bad! Why do I always fall for the bad boys?" She
kissed me one more time and said she had to get in
before her folks sent out a posse looking for her.
It isn't necessary for me to say much when I'm with
Pattie because she talks non-stop. I just have to
pretend to listen. She told me that she was dating
two other guys and mentioned who they were too, the
names weren't familiar. I was happy she had an active
"dating" life and I was pretty sure she was
"putting-out" for them too. At least she had in the
past, according to the scuttle butt around the halls
of our high school. Of course, ya couldn't prove it
by me. Hey, good for all of them, really! Pattie
talked on and on about how much fun she was having...
and then she'd throw in that it would be more fun if I
was around blah blah blah. She could be annoying and
was obviously narcissistic, but so what...I liked her
OK....and then, of course, there's her brother, Myers.
She tried to get me to meet her tomorrow afternoon,
but I came up with real good reasons why I couldn't
and then, taking a big chance...I asked her if she was
sure we couldn't do some hanky-panky tonight in the
car? Thank God she stood by her word...she had to get
inside by midnight or get grounded. Then, I couldn't
resist...I asked, "How's that bratty brother of yours
doing?" Pattie was fixing her hair, ready to get out
of the Mini as she said, "Myers? He's a good kid,
Oliver. Why are you always picking on him?" I
feigned outrage, "Picking on Myers? Surely you jest!
I love the kid." She laughed and said I was too cute
for my own good.
So a "cute" compliment, but it was quickly
followed-up, as we were getting out of the car, with
two zingers... she told me I had a goofy haircut and
that she knew damn well it was a hickey under the
band-aid on my neck. I ignored both of those
comments. Walking with her to her front door she
said, "You'll probably say no, but would you please..
please with sugar on it... please come over an hour
early on Saturday before our date. Myers needs your
help setting-up his new computer in his bedroom. I
planned on calling your house tomorrow to beg you to
help him". Well, that got my attention alright.
Pattie was saying, " You're in college Oliver, and
know all about that stuff while poor Myers is a
not-too-bright, under achieving high school student."
She had been set-up by Myers, of course... the word
"bedroom" had me wetting my lips and adjusting my
crotch in anticipation. Compared to what Myers knew,
I don't know shit about computers, but that wasn't the
point. It would be our excuse to allow me plenty of
time to give that boy a good, hot fucking. Oh yeah,
baby.. I was back. It surprised me how much I wanted
to get it on with that kid... initially, when I first
started coming around for Pattie, Myers would bully me
like I said, but in the end I had him docile as a
lamb.... begging me to do him, and at the moment I was
anxious to comply. Go figure...
"Help Myers with his computer?" I moaned. "Oh, I
guess so. I'll do it for you Pattie." Another wet
kiss and in she goes, me walking back to my car
rubbing her kiss off my mouth with the back of my hand
and thinking, "things are shaping up... First Aaron
and now Myers. So, some potential here for sexy fun
in the old hometown at last. Who needs Delaware?"
Driving around a little longer, singing with the Plain
White Ts again and really feeling great now. The
lights were out at home this time so I parked in the
driveway and quietly went up to my bedroom. Mom had
it all ready for me...and for Christian too. We'll be
sharing this room during Thanksgiving week just like
we did growing up. I love my brother so much, but
there is that worry he may be more than just in
"brotherly love" with me. I didn't even know he was
gay until I took that Seattle trip. We had the
brothers' sexy weekend together, just him and me. It
was a very special time for me and then that was that,
but Christian may still have a serious crush on me....
putting it as gently as I can. Surely we'll
straighten everything out during this Thanksgiving
break. He's my brother, my hero, but not my lover...
The sun shining through my bedroom window at
eight-thirty the next morning woke me up. I felt
fantastic. After a shower and all the other
appropriate bathroom activities I was ready to face
the world again. No need to jerk-off because the boys
in Delaware had done me up really fine and I was still
good. Before going away to college, jerking off was
one of those aforementioned "appropriate bathroom
activities", but with Joey Gallo and Randy Rider at
Penn....and particularly after the Delaware boys got
done with me Saturday...no need to jerk off for this
kid. Sure does save time in the morning too. Aaron
had gotten me all worked-up last night, but that wore
off pretty quickly. This is probably how most mature
guys felt each morning...all that jacking-off seems so
childish to me now. Growing up ain't all that
bad...let me tell ya.
Downstairs for the hugs and kisses and "great to see
you" and the "hellos" and the "wonderful to be home"
and stuff like that. This Oliver, my new Oliver, is
so much different then the one my parents knew from
just a year ago...so much so that it boggles the mind.
That's true enough, however it's my job right at this
time to give them the original version of myself so
they'll feel comfortable. I love my parents, who have
been nothing but 100% supportive of me my whole
life... however, I'm growing-up and gaining speed and
I don't believe they'd be able to deal real well with
all of the changes in me just yet.
They might have a hard time grasping that this is the
fun, exciting, adventurous Oliver... not the
wallflower, meek and uninteresting one. Now I've got
lots of friends and hot sexy partners. Boys asking
what I think about this or that... "do you think we
could get undressed, Oliver?" ... like that. Boys
seeking my approval. Frankly, it rocks and I feel a
little bit like "da bomb" sometimes. Other guys are
interested in me now. For so many years I went
without friends or lovers of any kind.. well, that's
not how it is now....not by a long shot.
But like I said, can't let my parents in on any of
this because they'd probably think I don't know what
I'm doing or that I'm in relationships over my head.
Negative stuff like that.. They just don't get it,
they're parents and parents, by definition, have to be
from a different era. No way they can understand how
things are for kids now-a-days. Not their fault
really, it's just the way it is.
Mom was so proud of me because I'd gotten dressed for
church without them having to nag me. We only had
coffee and OJ before church because we'd be going out
for brunch later. This day played itself out pretty
much as expected..... the church service lasting
approximately two days and my Mom and Dad spent most
of their energy after church bragging to me about how
great Christian was. We hooked up with the family
my folks normally have brunch with and the brunch
lasted about a week, and then we went back to the
house where Mom showed me sixty million pictures she'd
taken during their visit to see Christian in Seattle.
They went a few weeks after my surprise trip out
there. None of the pictures were of Daddy/Glen or of
Christian in his thong..
Sunday afternoon Dad and I watched the NFL game in
high definition. High def or not, the Steelers still
lost the football game to the New England Patriots...
as usual. Dad didn't fall asleep in his chair until
the second quarter of the late game between the Giants
and Bills. Sunday dinner at seven o'clock with me
fielding more questions than a new Al Qaida suspect at
San Guantnamo bay. I made up cheerful answers and
smiled a lot... enthusiasm for my university and the
college experience in general is what I wanted to
demonstrate to my parents. Put their minds at ease...
their youngest child was safe and happy.
Wanting them to see I've learned some things about
life I recited some hokey stuff I remembered from
somewhere...like, " I've learned we're all responsible
for what we do". Then I added, "unless of course we
happen to be a celebrity". Other things like "age is
a high price to pay for maturity" and "it takes
years to build up trust, but only suspicion ... not
proof, to tear it down" and another one, "I've
learned that you can keep vomiting long after you
think you're finished".
The first couple of things I recited had the two of
them nodding their heads in agreement... and Mom even
putting her hand to her mouth in amazement at my
wisdom..."and after only three months in college, he's
a genius!"....like that. The last bit of wisdom
about the vomiting had them jumping on me in a
different way, "Are you drinking too much beer at
those frat parties, Oliver?" The dinner lasted a
month.... all good things must come to an end and
after another month watching my parents' favorite
reality TV shows with them, I turned in for another
nights sleep. Believe me, I was tired!
That all sounds flip perhaps and I'm sorry about that,
but you'll just have to take my word that my parents
felt relieved and satisfied with it all. Older folks
simply don't have the insight my generation possesses.
Probably because we grew-up in the age of personal
computers. My love and gratitude where my parents
are concerned is deep and sincere so I'll just leave
it at that. I'll always be there for them.
Waking-up Monday morning and knowing there wasn't a
single thing that I had to do seemed like a treasure
at first, but boredom quickly over took that feeling.
Plus, I've had so much sleep the last few days that by
8am I was wide awake. The morning dragged by and
around noon the idea popped in my head to get lunch at
The Townline Hoagie Shop. Maybe my favorite waiter
would be there. He wasn't. Aaron was in class. Oh
yeah... forgot he was still in high school....
Thanksgiving vacation for the high school kids begins
Wednesday. I'll be having fun with Frankie on
Wednesday and that thought got me thinking about my
dick.
With Myers and Aaron in school, I didn't know anyone
around here that might help me with my dick. Isn't
that odd...this is the place I've lived for five
years, but there isn't anyone here for me to have a
little sexy fun with. Back in my room I decided that
jerking-off wasn't so childish after all. I had a
very nice wank thinking about, well....thinking about
Joey, mostly. That surprised me because I started off
thinking about Aaron, who really has been in my head
ever since Saturday night, but in the end, thinking
about Joey and his tight ass is what really got me
shooting off...damn, it felt good too.
Like I said, haven't had to jerk off for months. I
use to jerk off three times or so a day ...back before
Cristobal Juarez kissed me and everything changed.
Laying there on my boyhood bed, with my pants around
my ankles, I was still slowly stroking my dick long
after my climax.... each slow stroke was still feeling
fine. I've finally decided that I'm in that small
percentage of guys who needs sex much more than the
average guy. That has to be it....not that there's
anything wrong with that.
The high school got out at 2:30 so I drove back to the
hoagie shop around 3pm, but Aaron wasn't working at
all today. Thinking about how he had manipulated and
dominated me so much Saturday night was getting me
hot. Aaron's looks, plus that martial arts thing he
can do and his skinny, hard as nails biceps...Jesus!
He's so sexy...and even though he's two years younger
than me and shorter than me, he'd had no trouble
putting me under his spell. He's a combination of
Randy Rider, Alexander and who else?.....Mike
Sullivan? Oh my God, what a crew those three are.
Damn, I'm right back to my old horny self.
Driving by Myers house was dangerous because it was a
fifty/fifty chance I'd run into him or Pattie and I
didn't want another situation with Pattie. Myers was
kind of a nerd-loner so he probably was in his bedroom
or in their recreation room in the basement
jerking-off right now. But, no, I can't take a chance
knocking at the door...so back to my bedroom for some
more wanking myself. This time I was sure I'd be
thinking about dominant Aaron or perhaps Myers, but...
surprise, it ended up being Joey who was in my head
again at climax. Whoa! damn that felt good.
Sure, I miss Joey... and more than I expected. That
different way he has of looking at me when I'm feeding
him or bathing him. Just hanging out and day dreaming
about Joey after my wank when, WOW! an idea at last.
I jumped up and, it's so obvious...I went on line,
but only found disappointment there because Joey
wasn't on his computer. I left a text message wishing
him good luck getting the casts off his elbows and
knee. After smoking a cigarette outside I went back
on line and sent Joey a sort of long email telling him
I missed him. I started off trying to be funny, but
it ended up being kind of corny...maybe, mushy even.
Damn that kid....saying he's in love with me. He's a
year younger than me, but he can act younger than that
at times. Of course, being completely helpless might
account for some of his immature behavior. He smells
so good when his head is resting against the side of
my face during his bath. He's got that fabulous skin
too...to touch, I mean. And his hair, real curly when
that gymnast/teammate of Joey's gives him a short
haircut. I like to run my fingers through it when it's
dry and it's fun shampooing it wet too. And, how
about when I shave Joey's pubes..hahaha! He gets the
hardest boners. I have to hold back a giggle because
I just know he's going to fire off some creamy teen
cum while being shaved ...and he does too. Him all
bouncing around and going "Ahhhhh " so funny! He's
such a good kid.
Outside the house again with a Snapple this time and
another cigarette... kinda bored. Trying to blow a
smoke ring makes me think about how Joey and I are
always sharing the same cigarette when we smoke.
That's because he couldn't reach his mouth with the
cigarette, those elbow casts wouldn't allow that much
range of motion. God, Joey's so great though! What a
roommate. Jeez, all of a sudden I felt like I needed
to wack off again. This time I thought about Joey the
entire time.. ooooh yeah! Good grief , hard to
believe it was just two days ago I was scared I'd lost
my sex drive?...lost my mojo, to quote Austin Powers.
Well, news flash...it's back!
Checking out the Townline Hoagie Shop that night was a
waste of time too. Aaron didn't work school nights.
Fuck! I was lonely again...and in my own home town.
I drove down that section of town where long ago I'd
run into Myers unexpectedly ...he was trying to pimp
himself out down there at the time, the goofy bastard.
He wasn't around this night of course... school
night. So I smoked and drove aimlessly listening to
my CDs and thinking about guys... now it was mostly
Joey and Frankie. Joey because he seems to be in my
head all the time for some reason and Frankie because
I'm going to see him the day after tomorrow. Jeez,
that thought got me groping my semi-hard dick
again...can't wait to see Frankie!
Tuesday was almost a duplicate of Monday so by the
time I woke-up
Wednesday morning I was stoked and could hardly wait
to go to Frankie's. But first, a careful approach to
cleanliness was in order. I even checked to see if I
could find a whisker anywhere on my face... thank God
I couldn't. When I was showered and my teeth were
sore from so much brushing and I'd picked out what I
felt were very casual, but at the same time, cool
clothes to wear, I was ready to go. Lo-hanging jeans,
ripped at the knee and back pocket so my boxer
underwear could be seen...white tee under a dark blue
pullover long-sleeved Polo golf shirt and my scruffy
new balance sneakers. Naturally I wouldn't be wearing
a coat...coats ain't cool. I looked good enough to
eat.
Looking cool and ready to go, but still feeling kinda
nervous for some unknown reason. I'd been on line
with Frankie last night and that went OK. Got driving
directions again, just to be sure. It's less than a
two hour drive and by 9am I couldn't stand pacing
around the house any longer. Fired up the Mini Cooper
S and hit the road. It's been three long months since
I laid eyes on Frankie, but every detail of him was
embedded in my brain. Frankie is one of the world's
cutest guys ever...he's right up there with the twins
and that unbelievable Randy Rider. Well, maybe guys
like Frankie, Randy, and even Aaron were all a small
step down from the twins, but...face it, they're all
hot.
It was a cold November day with gray skies and strong
winds. The Mini Cooper was buffeted around a little,
but I didn't care what the weather was like on this
day. Frankie had insisted we meet at his house... he
said there wasn't any reason not too. I'd used a hell
of a lot of will power yesterday and only jerked-off
once. Saving my cum for Frankie, although it was a
tad worrisome that he'd made no reference to anything
involving sex in his e-mail. We'll surely do
something though, probably in his garage like last
time. Thinking about the last time got me going with
that squirmy feeling which led to me groping myself as
I drove. Frankie sort of fucked me in that lounge
chair in the backyard my last visit.. he did it with a
lot of encouragement from me. And then later that
morning he did me real good all on his own, inside the
garage . Oh boy, am I excited. Can't wait to swap
some spit and .... whatever, with Frankie!
No matter how good the directions, leave it to me to
get lost anyway... had to ask at a gas station guy
before getting back on track. So, fifteen minutes
late I was knocking on Frankie's door. His mother
answered. She's very pretty and very young looking.
Small, with red hair, like Frankie. Frankie's hair is
much brighter though and goes much better with his
pale complexion. She has a swarthy complexion. A
cigarette dangled from her lips as she said, "Yeah?"
Told her I was here to see Frankie ... a man's deep
voice called out, "Is that Milo?" His mother took the
cigarette from her mouth and yelled over her shoulder,
"Nah, it's one of Frankie's boyfriends". My face got
red when I just made out the man mumbling, "Oh,
Christ, not another fag!".
His mother talked over the man voice saying to me,
"Well, you win the prize as the cutest one so far,
Honey. He's around back." she indicated with her
thumb I should walk around the outside of the house to
the back yard. Guess she didn't remember me from the
first time I was here. "Boyfriend" ? That's weird.
Frankie's at home on Thanksgiving break from college,
just like me. We won't have many opportunities to see
each other during this short break, in fact...this is
probably it. During Christmas break, we'll have many
more opportunities because it's a much longer break.
I barely got to the back of the house when Frankie
appeared out of nowhere yelling, "It's big 'O'!" and
his arms went around my neck and his tongue went into
my mouth as our noses squashed together. What a great
kisser! Moving his head and tongue and body... all at
the same time. Then he let go of my neck with one arm
and grabbed hold of a buttock pulling my crotch tight
against his, humping his hardening cock against mine.
My breathing began to get quick, my heartbeat
picked-up and my cock was stirring big time.
It was definitely the Frankie smell and feel, but
never has he been so aggressive. I almost lost my
balance as we continued to grind our crotches
together. Really getting into the spit swapping, our
faces became saturated with saliva... we rubbed our
slippery noses together and moaned and groaned...and
right back inside my mouth went his tongue for more
French kissing. It's almost as if we were gently
trying to consume each other. So wicked sexy to do
it with Frankie. His skinny body totally against
mine. I get into a rhythm with my tongue lazily
lapping against his tongue...it drives me wild. Then
Frankie began giving me just what I needed, not!!...
another hickey. This one on the other side of my neck,
opposite Alexander's. Hickeys are a pain in the ass
to hide, but the feel of a boy sucking a long time at
one spot is such an erotic thing to me... all the
while we continued humping into each other's crotch.
He had me in my trance by now and could have done
anything he wanted with me....I'd happily comply.
What he wanted to do was finish off a shiny red hickey
on my neck and then some more sucking on my tongue.
My back was up against the side of the house by now...
I was overwhelmed by all Frankie's stimulation. My
boner leaked, drip..drip...drip and except for my
pole-hard cock, I was completely limp in Frankie's
arms, each and every second getting closer and closer
to cuming... just whimpering, moaning and saying
Frankie's name. Unexpectedly, he roughly shoved his
hand inside the back of my jeans and pushed his finger
up my hole, tight on my prostate. Shivers of ecstasy
as I lifted up onto my toes. Frankie vigorously
finger fucked me and I was quietly squealing into his
kisses, blowing our combined spit out the front of my
mouth in the process. Literally on my toes, swaying
in Frankie's grasp.
The whole back yard was shimmering before my eyes when
it all came up on me fast... that incredible feeling
in my groin as cum flooded my boxer shorts... my eyes
glazing over with my head lulling back. Frankie could
tell I'd climaxed by the humping I'd done with each
ejaculation. He held on to me, but pulled his head
away from mine a little with his dark blue eyes wide
open and his face flushed. There were big sparkling
bubbles of our saliva at the corners of his mouth...
they appeared to pulsate as he took really quick,
short breaths. Through slits in my eyes I saw that
Frankie had his familiar little smirk beaming out from
that adorable face.
Frankie nodded his head up and down ever so slightly
as if to say..."I knew I could get you to cum in your
pants" and then broke out in a big beautiful grin to
ask his rhetorical question. "You didn't cum in your
boxers, did you, Oliver? Tell me it ain't so big
'O'?" and he kissed my lips quickly. With Frankie
still holding on to me, giggling to himself, we walked
toward the garage. It wasn't cold enough to see our
breath or there'd have been billows of it all around
us because I was taking deep breaths by now with my
heart beating fast and my cock tingling nicely. What
a greeting! I wasn't nervous anymore. My cum
squished in my boxers as we walked.
Trying to catch my breath, and at the same time
enjoying the after-glow of my climax, I went where
Frankie led me and we were soon inside the garage,
warmed by a space heater. "I like it here better than
the house when my Mom's boyfriend is over. How ya
doing Oliver?" And he patted my stomach and squeezed
my ass again. I was still too out of breath and too
taken by surprise to think of what to say, I smiled at
him. Frankie made a face while smelling his middle
finger... the one he'd shoved up my ass... and then
lit a Marlboro light holding that smelly finger away
from his nose when he dragged on his cigarette. I
watched him closely, hardly believing we were together
again. He's such and original...so cool, so cute, so
perfect for me.
Frankie offered me the pack of cigarettes saying, "I
taught you to smoke, you better not disappoint me, Big
O." I took a cigarette gladly and Frankie lit it for
me. Blowing smoke out his mouth and nose
simultaneously he hugged around my neck roughly and
said, "It's so fucking great to see my best friend
again". Then a smokey kiss on my lips and his
nicotine tongue was in my mouth and we did a short
French kiss. We both took a drag and while kissing,
inhaled each other's exhale and blew it out our noses.
Laughingly we said, at the same time, "Remember doing
that on the loading dock?"
I couldn't catch my breath from the excitement of
being with him and the laughing, just like we'd
laughed all summer together...well, a lot of the time
we laughed. As usual Frankie had enough energy for
two people.. just like the North boys always had.
Finally I said, "Fuck Frankie, that was so hot and...
look, I got another wet cum spot on my freakin pants.
Every time I come here I cum in my pants. What up
with that, Dude?" He nodded his head smiling and then
rubbed his hand through my short hair saying, "You
lie! This isn't my haircut, Oliver." When we talked
on the phone a couple months ago, I'd just gotten a
haircut from Alexander that was like the one Frankie
had last summer, the flattop... but that was weeks
ago. Anthony gave me this "Robin" haircut last
Saturday. I didn't want to go into an explanation of
that so instead I said, "Yeah, but neither do you."
He reached up and patted his red hair and
smirked...like he was proud?
Frankie no longer had that flattop haircut I loved to
run my fingers over and through. In fact his hair was
long enough, just barely, for the stubby ponytail he
had it in now. It looked like his hair needed to be
washed and, actually , Frankie looked like he could
use a bath as well....dirt under his fingernails for
one thing. During our "kiss" I hadn't noticed a
stink, just a strong Frankie smell... but now, as he
moved about here in the warm garage there was a slight
aroma of boy's BO in the air. Odd for Frankie. When
I asked about his Harry Potter glasses he said,
"Contacts, baby. I out grew those kiddy eyeglasses."
His lips were the same rosy red and his nose and chin
were the exact same cute, perfectly proportioned
little items and his complexion was pale perfection,
just like the old Frankie. His wonderful array of
smiles, grins and smirks still showed off his milk
white teeth.
All that was true enough, but Frankie seemed
different. When I alluded to that he told me he'd
begun blossoming as a sophomore in college this year.
Telling me that, he showed off the front of the gray
hoody sweat shirt he was wearing. " WEST CHESTER
UNIVERSITY" was spelled out in big blue letters across
the front. Of course, I already knew he was going
there so the university wasn't a surprise...the "hip
hop" attitude Frankie was demonstrating was the
surprise. ....and the body odor and the ponytail.
He couldn't wait to tell me how he'd sent Darleen
packing for good..."That cunt was nothing but trouble,
"O". She is history now, dude." Well, I'd been
telling him to dump her for months... so, duh! I
didn't say anything to rub it in though. Frankie
explained that once he realized I'd been right about
us two, him and me and gay sex...then hey, he was
fine with it. He felt his easy acceptance of gay sex
was probably due to the tough form of it he'd gotten
via Fallon. Fallon, who Frankie once owed gambling
money to, had apparently taken some of the owed money
out of Frankie's flesh. Frankie and I have never
discussed that in any kind of detailed way.
He went on to tell me lot's of stuff, but the main
thing I kept thinking about was..."Oh no! Frankie is
still rationalizing everything. He hasn't really
admitted vital facts to himself." For example.
according to him he still wasn't gay. He said I'd
been right, he was Bi-sexual. That isn't something I
ever told him...I never mentioned bi-sexual anything.
The more he went on, the more details slipped into his
stories... and something else became clear. The real
reason he and Darleen broke up was he hadn't been able
to raise a boner with her. No matter what they tried,
no hard-on ever resulted and she finally felt
humiliated and called him a queer...that's when
Frankie told her to hit the road. Except, as I
learned from his later re-telling of the story, she
was gone before he got a chance to tell her to hit the
road. She left him! I felt sadder and sadder the
longer Frankie talked. This kid is messed-up in the
head....he's still wicked conflicted.
Frankie went into that familiar face-saving routine of
his... the one where he gives me permission to blow
him because he loves me as a friend and because he
knows I'm gay. And, for the same reasons, if I ask
nice he'll provide a good fucking on me too.
Frankie's thing is that he's really only performing
masculine sexual acts...I'm doing the female part "no
offense intended Big O". I asked him to stop calling
me "Big O" , but he told me it was part of his
personality now. He gave everyone a cool nickname.
We smoked and mostly Frankie talked.
He and I have always done a lot of goofing around,
lying about shit and making stuff up... but, we both
knew we were bull shitting. As Frankie talked now it
seemed to me like he really expected me to believe all
of his rap... like it wasn't part BS, part losing
touch with reality, part reaching out for help and a
touch of truth too. The trick now for me is picking
out the different parts.
What could I do? I love him. No matter, I had to
figure out a way to get him more in touch with the
real world. After about an hour of talking, Frankie
gave me his hoody sweatshirt to wear... it was XL and
hung down below my crotch covering the cum stain on my
jeans. He grabbed a dungaree jacket off a hook on the
garage wall and we took off in the Mini to get some
lunch. I wondered at one point if Frankie was on
"speed" or something...he was so wired and talked a
mile a minute. When I half jokingly asked him about
that he assured me he didn't do anything stronger then
beer and cigarettes ...he said he was excited to see
me, that's all. I really, really wanted to believe
him about the drug thing and about seeing me. I have
so many fond memories of Frankie and me from our part
time job together last summer. If you could just see
how excited Frankie can get in his boyish way, telling
me about something he thinks is cool or about
something he wants to do someday.. He's so cute I can
overlook a few drawbacks... right?
We were at a pizza joint waiting for our pizza and
drinking Cokes. Frankie slipped and told me about a
kid who was fucking him at school, but it was a
temporary thing...whatever that meant. Frankie was a
member of the "gay, bi, lesbian and trans gender" club
now. That's where he apparently met this guy who's
fucking him. Last summer Frankie had alluded to, but
never came right out and said, that he was fucked by
Fallon and by a number of clients of Fallons last
Spring and Summer....it was for purposes of paying the
interest on gambling loans he had with Fallon. You'd
be surprised how prevelent sports betting is with
college students. The other part...not so much.
Anyway, so now apparently Frankie's admitting to me
that he doesn't just do the "masculine part" of gay
sex....he does both. He assured me five times at
least, and without me ever bringing it up even once,
that everyone was very conscientious about safe
sex...condoms were a must. Then he slips in, "Oh
yeah, Big...ah, I mean Oliver..I wonder if you'd mind
picking up a six pack of condoms at the drugstore for
us". He told me he was out of them at the moment and
he'd need two, at least, to do me up the right way
later today so I might just as well get a six pack. I
mumbled "we'll see about that, Dude".
By now I was feeling a bit depressed and could only
eat one piece of pizza. Frankie ate the rest, he's
always been a fantastic eater... especially for a
skinny guy. None of this was right, but god damn
it... as usual I didn't know what to do about it.
Frankie whined out "What's wrong Big O? Ya don't
seem your old self." "Call me Oliver, OK?" I snapped
back, while paying for our lunch. Frankie was "a
little short of money at the moment". He was so
anxious for us to get the condoms that I just gave in
and bought them to stop him from nagging me about it.
This was not the reunion with Frankie I'd been
dreaming of....
During the car ride back to Frankie's house he began
changing his attitude. He had a couple of false
starts and then tried this approach, "OK, Oliver, I'm
acting like a dick, I know. Sorry, but I'm nervous
seeing you again, especially after my phone call to
you at Penn. You mean a lot to me and I was trying to
seem mature with the gay thing, I want to be cool with
it... you know. I'm all fucked up to tell ya the
truth. Confessing to my Mom that I'm bi-sexual was
wicked hard and I had to get slightly drunk first.
After that I didn't want to sneak around about it so
I've had Toby over the house a few times as my
"boyfriend", trying to be upfront about it, you know.
Toby's the kid who does it to me all the time. One
day this other dude, Biker, comes over looking for
Toby and Mom tells her boyfriend she thinks I'm
screwing every guy at West Chester U. It hasn't been
easy, ya know what I'm saying?
He was quiet then and I really do care about him so,
as I drove along, I reached my right hand over to
ruffle his flattop, like I'd done a couple hundred
times last summer, but this time his hair was flat
against his head, pulled back in a ponytail....oh
yeah, forgot about that for a second. He took my hand
and held it saying, "You're still going to be my
friend, right Oliver?" I told him of course I'm his
friend...but what I was primarily trying to get my
head around at that moment was that thing he'd just
said: to wit, "Toby's the kid who does me all the
time"...ALL THE TIME? Frankie earlier had said it was
just a couple of times, temporary like... or something
to that effect. Man, I don't know what to think.
Frankie got sentimental, wanting to reminisce about
last summer and so we did that for awhile and by the
time we got back to his house he sounded like the
Frankie I knew and loved... self deprecating and more
than a little goofy, but in a sweet way. He wasn't
trying to be a cool or a know-it-all gay kid now.
Just a kid who happened to be gay. We could go right
inside his house because both his mother and her
boyfriend worked together some place on a 1pm to 10 pm
shift. They had left and the house was empty... it's
pretty run down on the outside and more of the same
for the inside. Old furniture and bare carpets,
everything ratty looking which made me think about the
money problems Frankie always has....man, some guys
have it a lot tougher than others.
The place wasn't just run down, it was disheveled too.
I can't imagine how long it had been since a vacuum
cleaner had been used on these carpets. Frankie didn't
comment on any of this. "Come out to the kitchen
Oliver, let's grab a beer". He got two green bottles
of Rolling Rock beer out of a refrigerator that was
full of green bottles and popped the caps. The first
taste of beer is good, clean, crisp and refreshing.
After the first taste, however, the rest sucks as far
as I'm concerned. I drank the bitter stuff anyway,
to keep Frankie company.
He told me about joining the "gay, lesbian etc" club
at college and about how he was doing this year with
grades. We're the same age, but Frankie graduated
high school on time, without missing a year like I
did, so he's a year ahead of me at the University.
Mostly he talked about his gay experiences. I was
encouraged to finally hear him talking about that
stuff in a more rational way. Halfway through the
beer he got out a bottle of Seagram VO and poured an
inch of it into juice glasses. The glass he pushed
over to me had fingerprints on it's sides and a trace
of lipstick at the rim. I tried to get out of
drinking the shot, but Frankie came over and rubbed up
the back of my head and asked me to do him a favor and
just have a shot with him. All the time I was
thinking..... he told me earlier his only drug was
cigarettes and beer... guess we'll have to add hard
liquor to that list.
Whatever, it was nice having him coaxing me like he
use to do on the loading docks, rubbing my head and
licking my ear and stuff like that... saying please do
it for me Oliver...you're the coolest dude on the
part-time staff..please!... and so on. I tried to
remain adamant about not drinking it and told him
about last Saturday night, just the part about me
throwing-up trying to do a shot of Tequila, not all
the other sex parts. He persisted in a real sweet
manner saying, "Oh fuck, Oliver... Tequila? No wonder
you heaved. Dude, this is VO... it's so smooth it
rolls off your tongue and down your throat, you'll
love it!"
Oh well, I really didn't want to mess up this good
frame of mind he was in so I finally picked up the
glass and swallowed the VO in one gulp, trying hard
not to taste it. The whiskey burned all the way down.
Quick like, I took a big slug from my bottle of beer
and then a big drag on my cigarette. Frankie
cheered... saliva flooded my mouth and my forehead
broke out in sweat while my stomach lurched twice,
both times threatening to vomit up the VO. It stayed
down and soon I was soooo proud of myself. Frankie
laughed and laughed saying, "Dude, we're suppose to do
it together!". He poured me another... Oh my God,
we touched glasses and threw the VO down our throats.
I had the exact same reaction as the first shot...
this one stayed down too, even though it did try hard
to come back up....the nauseous feeling hung around
for two minutes or so and then I began to recover.
It was worth the trouble though because Frankie was
patting me on the back and calling me a hot shit and
telling me he loved me...then he opened two more beers
saying, "This is more like I'm use to, Oliver. Party
hardy, dude! West Chester rocks with all the booze
parties. How bout Penn?" While he sipped on another
inch of VO I told him, "Not so much in the booze party
area, and anyway, me personally.. I need to take care
of my roommate like I told ya about, so we don't get
out too often." Frankie wasn't listening to most of
that, he's generally more interested in what he has to
say. Right now he was busy going through his mother's
CD collection. The VO was definitely rolling around
in my veins and I was feeling quite relaxed. I
decided that this is fun, especially because the booze
helped Frankie get back to acting like the Frankie
from last summer, the one I was in love with.
He hooked up a CD player and music came on real loud,
with a great beat. Made me want to move, keep time
with the beat. I'd never heard this hot music before.
Frankie explained, "Oh yeah..this be cool, dude. It's
club or house music. You heard of that ?" I shook my
head "no". He said, "Hip Hop... Fools really dance
to it super hard, man. Listen to that and watch this"
and he did a cool dance, real short but the way he
moved looked so hot. It impressed me. Frankie went on
to say his mom had this kind of music from ten,
fifteen years ago.. minimal, proto-break beat house
music from the nineties. She has Doo Doo Brown and
Cajmere's "Percolator" and "What Chew Know About Down
The Hill" and lot's of others too. I asked him when
he learned to speak that foreign language? He
laughed and kissed my mouth and took my hands to pull
me up out of my chair, "Come on Oliver, let's dance".
He looked so healthy and young again, so happy and
excited....he gets like a little kid some times
The only dance lessons I'd ever had were from
Cristobal and Pattie so I danced like that, but
Frankie blew my efforts off and showed me how to move
his way to the music... it was so cool. After three
or four songs, and with the help of those earlier two
shots of VO and beers, I felt like I was an excellent
dancer, Frankie actually was. We danced in his
kitchen till sweat rolled down our faces. Twenty
minutes or so...then we took a break for more beer and
a smoke. This was so much fun now. Frankie made be
take off my shirt and he took his off too... when we
started dancing again our sweaty, bare, skinny tight
bodies rubbed against one another from time to time...
so sexy hot!.
Without a shirt Frankie definitely was putting out
some armpit BO...it was not nearly as strong as Myers'
BO, but there was no mistaking it for anything except
BO. He had always been so clean last summer. I
wondered about it for a second, but it wasn't a big
deal to me. Actually it was as sexy as the bare
chested dancing... I'm sure others wouldn't agree, but
I can only be me...that BO smell on certain guys is a
turn-on for me. The dancing continued for almost an
hour and then we needed to take a break. I felt
slightly drunk, but not smashed by any means. Frankie
made some horrid microwave popcorn with artificial
butter that would probably be considered uneatable by
most people, but we loved it. It helped to sop up the
beer and VO in our stomachs.
After finishing the popcorn, me just sitting on one of
their old, armless kitchen chairs... over comes
Frankie, who gives me a smirk and sits on my lap
facing me. We smiled at each other with Frankie
saying, "I love ya bro!" and me saying "me too,
Frankie" and then we preceded to have a fantastic
make-out. Both our boners poking each other in the
crotch. He had both his arms around my neck, his BO
was very strong, but by now I was getting addicted to
it and, anyway, I just love being with Frankie...
loved it so much I felt like crying. After awhile he
said, "Come upstairs Oliver, I want to fuck you and my
bedroom is more private."
There was an ever so slight tone of authority when he
said that... just enough to make my boner twitch. I
thought, "Oh yeah, Frankie's going to do me." I
really wanted it from him, bad. There's been other
sex between us, but actually very little when you
consider we were together so much last summer...
whatever sex there was, I'd always had to initiated
it. Now Frankie initiated it ...and he hadn't said
anything about doing it "as a favor to me" ...he's
going to fuck me because he WANTS to do me...
His room was a total mess and had a funky smell about
it, but once again Frankie didn't feel self conscious
enough to make any excuses.
He moved stuff out of the way saying, "Take everything
off, Oliver.. including your socks. First you'll suck
my cock to get it hard and then rim me to get me all
hot and bothered. OK?" Oh my God, he sounded so
different from the Frankie I'm use to...this was like
the third or forth version of Frankie that I've been
with today. A very hot version though, so I did what
he said. Frankie got just as naked as me and I got on
my knees in front of him.
An odd look came over him as he slowly said, with what
sounded like admiration, "Your body shave is sooo
fucking cool." I told him it was done by a friend
five days ago but that, actually, the growing-in pubic
stubble is itching and pricking like mad. Frankie
said, "I'll fix that " as he pulled both my hands,
helping me to get up. I followed him into the bathroom
where he wet down, lathered-up, and used a safety
razor to shave my pubic stubble until I was smooth as
a baby's bottom again. Frankie was very good with the
razor too and I thought of Pete, the mailroom boy,
last summer with his shaved pubes and wondered again
if Frankie had something going with that kid way back
then. When I was hairless, Frankie wanted me to do
him...he said he'd had shaved pubes from time to time
and really liked it.
Using a pair of scissors I cut off a lot of Frankie's
long, bright red pubic hairs while he stood on a
spread-out newspaper. We wrapped up the newspaper
with his pubic hairs inside and dumped it in the
trash. Naturally we talked about the time I had to
cut most of his pubes off last summer due to an
accident he'd had. He said he knew it was sexy, but
he was in so much pain from the splinter that it was
the pain he mostly remembered now.
I remembered that experience too... like it was
yesterday, and I also got to thinking about me cutting
and then shaving Joey's pubes....Joey loved to have
his pubes shaved. Frankie told me to cut his pubes
shorter with the scissors hoping that the razor
wouldn't pull when I shaved him, so I went over his
pubic patch again cutting them down to the skin
almost....the short pieces drifted to the bathroom
floor. It was kinda fun, but like I said earlier...a
tad smelly. Finally done with the scissors, I did
pretty much the same wetting, lathering and shaving of
Frankie that he'd done on me. Smooth, hairless
bellies and balls felt so cool. Neither of us had
much hair on our legs or arms.
He got me situated back in front of him on my knees
again... this time, except for our heads, we were
hairless boys. Planning ahead, I'd taken the
opportunity to wash Frankie's ass while I was
lathering his pubes because earlier he'd mentioned
rimming. Sure enough, Frankie mentioned it again,
"Suck me off real good Oliver, and then I want a hot
riming from you with a lot of tongue up in there. You
do know how to rim, right?" I nodded "yes" and he
took hold of my head with both his hands, lining my
mouth right up against his balls, my nose pressed in
his belly right where his pubic hair use to be.
He told me I could wrap my arms around his legs or rub
up and down his legs, but not to jerk myself off. He
didn't want to miss out on the fun of making me climax
while fucking me. Frankie said, "OK, dude. You can
start by lapping my balls, then get them both in your
mouth and give them a good sucking and humming ...
then you'll get your reward.... my big cock in your
mouth. Heh, heh, heh...that's the way Toby has me do
him and I want to see how it feels. Got it?" Nodding
my head "yes" I thought, "Toby?" Forget that, first
things first... his crotch smelled OK now because I'd
wet and cleaned it prior to shaving him, but still...
there was a definite lingering odor of unwashed balls.
Because they were Frankie's unwashed balls the odor
got my dick tingling and a bit stiff. Frankie's cock
and balls were still completely loose and limp from
the washing and shaving..
Frankie has big nuts and a big cock...both looked even
bigger without hair around them. My right arm
casually wrapped around his thigh with my hand
massaging his left buttock, my other hand slowly
rubbing up and down his leg... going from the top of
his foot up his calf through the fine hairs there,
over his thigh and around to squeeze his other buttock
and back down the same way. Frankie has one of the
cutest asses I've ever seen on a boy....each buttock
shaped like a half of a good sized cantaloupe. The
very short pale hairs on his calf was silky... I'd rub
up and down in the short, blond hairs five or six
times enjoying the feel on my fingers. At the same
time I was licking his balls with the widest part of
my tongue, my mouth open as big as it gets. I started
licking from right next to his hole, then totally up
and over his nut sac to that spot right under his
cock....my nose moving his cock out of the way as I
came up on it.
With balls this big I figured there was no way I could
get both in my mouth at the same time, so I did them
one at a time. Spit running down my chin and my dick
getting harder and harder I sucked his lower nut into
my mouth and tongued it like crazy. Frankie pulled my
hair and grunted out, "Yeah, suck my balls bitch."
After that ball was dripping with spit I pushed it out
with my tongue and sucked in the higher nut... Frankie
made a long hissing sound between his teeth when I
pretended to bite down on it. He smacked the top of
my head twice, it didn't hurt much.
While licking and sucking his balls I continued to rub
up and down his leg and massage his ass cheek. After
the third or forth time of that he instructed in a
strangely stern manner, "Don't even think about
pushing a finger up my hole... that's what your tongue
is for." My God, that bossy tone of voice! It was so
sexy and to think it's coming from baby-faced Frankie.
Then, I thought about Frankie sticking his finger
roughly up my hole just a few hours ago and that had
me dying to stroke my dick... my dripping boner, but
Frankie had said "no touching".
So I wasn't allowed to stroke my cock, but sucking off
a young guy is so hot to me that I concentrated all my
thoughte and efforts in that. I really got into it
and quickly had Frankie shuffling his feet and
breathing hard. His balls were dripping with saliva
when he said, "Hey cunt, I said to get them both in
your mouth at the same time. Get with it Frankie"
...What? Frankie? he called me Frankie? I almost
stopped sucking on his nuts to ask about that, but the
thought slipped away as I tried to actually fit both
those big balls in my mouth at the same time.
Hard to believe it would work, but finally, because
they were so wet and slippery with my spit, they
squeezed in, just barely... I was gagging from the
over-load. Frankie pulled my hair again and groaned
out "Suck my nuts Oliver... suck em good!" Ignoring
my gagging I tried tightening my cheeks, which
squeezed his nuts one in front of the other creating a
tiny bit of room in my mouth to do some noisy sucking
on those huge hairless nuts. Slurp, slurp
slurp....slurp slurp slurp "Lick those nuts,
Oliver..lap em! You'll get your reward."
My throat ached from the effort of moving my tongue
and sucking with my mouth so wide open like that, but
I started licking under his balls and Frankie's cock
was now boning-up good. It was laying next to my nose
with the wet head on my forehead. Frankie pulled my
hair even harder, saying in a low, sing-song
voice...almost a mantra , "Suck my balls...suck my big
balls, suck on those balls." Sweat rolling down my
forehead again, just like it did when we were dancing.
Actually, by now I'd gotten use to the overloaded
mouth and was really doing some serious sucking on
that mouthful of nuts....both my arms were wrapped
around his legs tightly now and I was having a good
old time with my boner bobbing up and down as my body
swayed slightly with the sucking and lapping. I'd
only stop sucking to hum real hard getting those nuts
vibrating .. Frankie really liked that. Saliva ran in
rivlets down either side of my mouth to my neck and
onto my chest. The combined smell of my saliva and
Frankie's slightly dirty body was sexy to me beyond
words.
Frankie groaned, "OK you did pretty good, now you get
your reward...you can start sucking that big, fat cock
of mine" and he smacked across the top of my head when
he said it... harder than last time and it stung. I
was into a sexual trance by now though and knowing it
was Frankie's big balls made everything that much more
awesome. If my mouth wasn't so full I would have been
moaning with the pleasure of it all. His balls, his
skin, everything tasted so good. I couldn't lick, hum
or suck on them enough to suit me...
The head smack hurt a bit, but I was feeling so good
at the moment it didn't bother me. What did seem
weird almost from the start was the way Frankie was
acting and the things he was saying...didn't seem like
him at all. It was as if he were reading from a
cornball script or repeating some dialogue from a
cheap prono flick. All I could come up with at the
moment...my mouth full of his nuts, was the fleeting
thought that this has to be the way his boy Toby
orders Frankie to do stuff. And now Frankie wants to
play that role..the Toby role, with me playing him...
the Frankie, role. That might piss most guys off, but
it was fine with me....I was having sexy fun.
Frankie had ordered me to start blowing him and as
I've said, I really love sucking cock, especially
his... I had a mouthful of saliva worked up and I
transferred a lot of it to his fat cock and started
long laps up and down and all around his now
hard-as-a-flagpole boner. After a few minutes of that
he was really getting hot and he wheezed out..."Put it
in now, Oliver" and I took the head into my mouth and
sucked and licked like mad. It simply taste so good
to me...the head of my own cock was wet too and I was
doing quiet moans of pleasure now that I had a bit of
room in my mouth.
Frankie let me suck him off for a minute and then
grabbed hold of the back of my head with both his
hands to pull my head flat against his belly, my nose
buried there, where his red pubes would normally be...
his boner going down my throat. He pulled hard on the
back of my head to get his cock as far down my throat
as possible then he'd pull back his hips to slide his
sloppy cock back up to my mouth where I sucked it like
it was the most delicious thing on earth. Then back
down my throat it went. Frankie was moaning and
saying "yes! cocksucker!" "Oh yeah!" and even once
when it was down deep in my throat he said,
"swallow... swallow, god damnit!" ...I did my best to
please him. Three minutes or so of that and Frankie
grunted out, "That's enough Oliver, I don't wanna cum.
Get that tongue of your's ready to lap my asshole
now."
Frankie told me to stay on my knees, but turn around,
facing away from him. As I did that he explained,
"This is how my...ah, that is, Toby, wants me to do it
for his quickie rim jobs...that's what we call them,
quickies". As he was saying that his huge wet boner
bobbed out in front of him and I gulped thinking about
that thing up my ass. Frankie grabbed my head with
both hands, then holding around the back of my neck
and roughly bending my head back, he positioned his
hole over my mouth. He was breathing heavily as he
squatted down with his legs spread and moved my head
until my nose was between his ass crack. I wrapped my
arms around the front of his knees to keep from
falling down backwards. Frankie moved his hips forward
and back a little, rubbing his ass crack and his hole
all over my face before positioning his hole so that
my nose was poking it and then slowly moving his hole
down till it was over my mouth. I started in licking
along his crack near his hole, over and over with big,
wet licks.
Actually, I like rimming... although not so much in
this awkward position. Funny, but a year ago I would
have bet you a million dollars I'd never rim anybody.
Now it seems to me to be a very sexy, submissive thing
to do. My tongue was stretched pretty good from the
balls and cock sucking and was really working on
Frankie's ass. I moved my dripping tongue up his
entire crack, from just behind his nut sac right up
till my eyes were looking up over his buttock and up
his back. My neck was really stretching with Frankie
digging his fingers in keeping my face tight against
his buttocks.
When his crack was slippery with spit I concentrated
on licking just the asshole opening and it loosened up
pretty quickly. Soon it was loosened enough for me to
start pushing my tongue inside. Frankie was still
making those moaning and humming sounds, but he'd
stopped the crazy jive pimp rap. He'd occasionally
pull my face up against his ass so tightly I couldn't
breath. My tongue was aching, but it was very sexually
hot for me and I was afraid I'd cum spontaneously
again. Just when I thought I would, Frankie pulled
my head away and in a voice I could barely hear, he
mumbled, "Get the condom off the bed now, Oliver". I
stared at his boner again...he looked like he was
going to blow his load right then... his nuts were
like hard agates up tight against his crotch.
When we'd come upstairs a half hour ago Frankie had
thrown that six pack of condoms in the middle of all
those wrinkled sheets on his bed. Hopping up and
opening the condom package, fumbling to get one ready
while continuing to stare disbelievingly at the
swollen head of Frankie's cock, thinking, "I can't
remembering it ever being that big before". It was
dripping, throbbing, and fat. Frankie absently
stroked it as he rubbed his nipples and licked his
lips. "Hurry up, Oliver... what's the fucking
problem." Just as he was about to grab the condom out
of my hand I got the thing out of the plastic and
unrolled one on Frankie's cock. It went down
two-thirds of the way... god damn, that boner looked
dangerous.
"Grab the top bureau drawer there and hold on... I'm
gonna do you just like this. You need it good and
hard and fast this first time". Bending at the
waist, then pulling the top drawer of that bureau out
to get my fingers in and get a good hold. Frankie
already had a firm hold on my hips and, without
hesitating, he pushed that swollen cock head against
my hole hard. My sphincter muscle held out for three
seconds, but Frankie was determined and that fat cock
head slowly slid in...very painful, burning feeling
all around my ring. I grimaced, my head hanging
between my arms, my hole on fire. Frankie grunted,
"You weren't this tight last time, were you?" I
couldn't talk or I'd explain that the reason I wasn't
so tight last time was we did it little by little...
after loosening it up. Frankie pushed that big thing
all the way up inside me, muttering,
"Yes..yes..yes..yes..yes..yes" with each inch of
progress he made. His fingers squeezed tight on my
hips pulling me back towards him.
Once in, Frankie slowly dragged his big cock all the
way out. And, I do mean all the way out... the
swollen cock head made a "plop" sound slipping past
the sphincter ring as it left my hole. I couldn't
imagine why he'd pulled all the way out, but before I
could say anything his cock was at my ring putting
pressure on it again and soon he was inside me doing
it all over, like the first trip. Then he pulled all
the way out with another "plop". I managed to grunt
out, "what are you doing, Frankie?" He snapped back,
"Shut up. This is how Toby does me. I'm teaching ya
something new." Then "plop" it was out of me again
and right back at my entrance for a return engagement.
After a half dozen times I had to admit I was loosened
up really well, it was a shortcut to loosen a
sphincter ring maybe, but it wasn't the most painless
method by a long shot. Frankie soon was satisfied my
hole was flexible enough to suit him and he went to
town fucking me with long, tight strokes.... pulling
me into him as he thrust forward. It was hot... and
then he'd put pressure on my hips to lower my ass and
he'd spread his legs so he was now driving his boner
up into me instead of straight ahead. It felt even
better that way. No doubting it, Frankie had some
experience ...either from being fucked or from doing
the fucking. In either case I was really getting off
on it.
My guess... Toby fucks Frankie frequently...whoever
Toby might be. I lasted maybe six minutes before I
started peeing cum. Little six inch spurts of cum
with me squealing as each one left my cock in slow
motion...strange climax, but it was my second one in
three hours and it felt awesome! With each of my
squeals Frankie would say something like, "This what
you were hoping for, Oliver? Ya want it harder, do
ya? You love this big cock, don't ya bitch?" I
couldn't speak because it really did feel
fantastic...it was a new feeling. The entire affair
was a pleasant surprise in many ways, but the verbal
"rap" he put out during the fuck was not one of the
positve parts of the "surprise" for me.
If I felt I could let go of the drawer to stroke my
cock I would have, but because Frankie was being so
rough I'd probably crack my head on the edge of that
ancient walnut bureau if I let go. He fucked me for
five minutes after my own climax before he began
shooting off his. It felt great the whole time and
too bad he couldn't have held out longer. Lots of
deep breaths noises from Frankie with each of his cum
squirts. His cum went into the condom of course, so I
missed out on that squishy, cumy feeling and while I
wish I could have felt all Frankie's cum shoot up
inside me, it wouldn't be very smart... not a safe
thing to do.
When his balls were empty he pressed his crotch hard
against my ass cheeks and did a slow grind. Frankie
smacked my ass twice as he pulled out and asked, out
of breath, "How'd you like that, Oliver. You happy
you came to visit me and my big cock?" He was talking
in a breathy, good natured way, but still we were sort
of back to that "doing me a favor thing".. and what's
with all this smacking and jive talk? I let it slide
and instead concentrated on doing what I always seem
to do with Frankie... tell him how hot he is and what
a hot, sexy fuck he'd given my ass and all the one-way
compliments I could think of. As always, Frankie
accepted them as his due without returning any to me.
We cleaned up a little in a bathroom that could use a
little cleaning up itself. Frankie handed me a
previously used washcloth, to put it nicely, and I
scrubbed my hole to get the dripping lube off. ...the
funky wash rag was kind of freaking me out a little.
Then the toilet clogged-up with Frankie's cum-filled
condom mixed in with the toilet paper we had to use to
dry ourselves with. It's hard to believe Frankie lives
in this squalor day in and day out. He plunged the
mess down the toilet using a big black plunger that
was sitting there next to the sink....close to a row
of three tooth brushes too. Yuck!
I got over the "used" washcloth freak-out and,
wearing a smelly bathrobe of Frankie's, him with a
thin blanket wrapped around him, journeyed down to
the kitchen to share a beer and smoke a cigarette.
Frankie was glowing and acting the "big shot". "You
ever been fucked that good before, Oliver? Toby does
me just like that and our cocks are very close to the
same size...not small like yours, so I know how good
it feels when someone fuck you properly. Hey,
wouldn't it be a blast to get Toby to join us some
time? Maybe Christmas break. Oh man, he'll have you
walking the walk and talking the talk. Toby don't
take no shit from anybody."
There wasn't much I could think of to say to that.
Instead I tried asking about Toby...what's he look
like, how old is he, what kind of guy was he? ...stuff
like that and Frankie, all of a sudden doesn't want to
talk about Toby anymore and says "oh, he's just some
kid I goof around with. Just thought it would be fun
for you to have him do you like he does me. For
christ sake, I didn't expect the third degree." A bit
later he got excited again...this time telling me
about these two cool freshman guys at college who he
ate lunch with every day. Richie something and his
boyfriend. Frankie said he wanted a boyfriend just
like Richie. He said he'd treat his boyfriend just
like Richie was treated by his hot, tough boyfriend.
It sounded like that submissive/dominant thing that I
kinda like too. Frankie was enthralled with the
relationship that those two lunch mates of his had
together. I asked if he were sure they were gay
boyfriends and Frankie said, "Of course they are
Oliver, aren't you paying attention. Tell ya
something else too.. that Richie kid really, really
reminds me of you." Then he went into this thing
where if I transferred to West Chester University I
could be his "Richie" and he'd, of course, be the
tough kid in charge of me. I said that I'd think
about it. "Fuck" I thought, "Frankie's off in
Never-Never land again".
Lighting another cigarette Frankie tells me he'll be
doing me again a little later, on my back this
time... then he jumped up and insisted I lay across
the big arm of a huge sofa...he wanted to see if the
height was good. I wouldn't mind getting fucked
again, but I was sort of hoping Frankie would let me
have a go at fucking him. This Toby seems to be doing
it regularly, but I guess I don't qualify. I did lay
across the sofa's arm like he wanted though because
Frankie was just bossy enough to intrigue me. "Yeah,
this will work" he says. "You'll wrap your legs
around my waist while I'm fucking you and I'll give ya
one hell of a good fucking. I know how much you want
that, right? And, Oliver...as a special favor for
you, this fuck is going to last a lot longer than the
first one. Just remember what I said.. absolutely no
pulling your pud while I'm doing you. I do not allow
that" and he smacked my ass through the smelly
bathrobe.
I'm thinking, "Oh man, he's off the deep end again"
just as Frankie's cell phone rings...it was on the
kitchen table. I was still laying across the arm of
the sofa and he lifts my legs this time, the smelly
bathrobe falls away from me, and Frankie smacked my
bare ass three times, hard. In a happy voice he says,
" Just stay here for a minute while I get that. Ain't
this fun?" and off he hustles to answer his cell
phone. I slipped off the sofa's arm and sat on that
big sofa in the family room thinking, "More fucking
smacks on my ass, damn they hurt." Then my thought
was, "Could these people afford a slip cover for this
filthy thing"...the sofa was covered with
stains...Yuck!. Then I thought about how Frankie
keeps morphing into different personalities and how
annoying that was ....it's couldn't be good for his
own mental health either.
In the kitchen Frankie was raising his voice getting
me to thinking ...what now? My cigarettes were in the
kitchen so I got up to get them...just outside the
kitchen doorway I hear Frankie say, "Please, Toby".
Toby? Hmmmm, I really shouldn't be listening in to
someone else's conversation but.... Frankie says, "You
know I always do what you want Toby, please don't be
mad at me. I'll get there somehow ...can you pick me
up at the convenience store? I'll hitch over there."
Toby was talking and then Frankie says, "How much will
Fallon pay and who's the guy we'll be doing it with?"
Then, "I don't think I know him. Is he that big black
guy?"
My heart was pounding just hearing that name
again..."Fallon" and, Frankie's a call boy still?
Daddy/Glen's mob contact straightened Fallon out
months ago. Frankie says, "Yeah, no shit! I know for
sure I can use the money Toby. What the hell, as
long as you're part of it, won't be too bad."
Frankie listened for a minute before saying, " I know
you don't ever want to take it up the ass Toby, you
don't have to tell me every time...I know that's my
job, OK? ....." Then, " I love you too, man. See
you in fifteen minutes."
Oh my God! I got back real quick and was sitting on
the edge of the sofa when Frankie hurried in. "Oh,
ah..Oliver. That was my mother. I've got to go down
and help them out...gotta work tonight because, ah,
somebody didn't show up at work or something. I won't
be able to give you that second fucking after all, but
I'll owe ya one. Hey! don't look so disappointed,
you'll get it another time... OK? Let's get dressed
real fast. I gotta hurry." I wasn't looking
disappointed about not getting fucked.... I was
looking disappointed because I was getting fucked...
another kind of fucked...screwed, shit on, or however
you want to say it.
We hustled upstairs and got dressed in silence. My
boxers were stiff with my own dried cum from our
make-out a couple hours ago and my ass was a little
sore from Frankie's rough fuck of ten minutes ago.
Mostly my feelings were hurt... I guess my heart was
hurt too, but I didn't want to say anything to Frankie
at the moment. He said he needed me to drive him some
place and he promised to call me or email or something
in a few days. "Could ya hurry, Oliver. For fuck
sakes, this is important" And out the door on the run
we go... hop in the car and take off with tires
squealing.
It was only a ten minute drive to drop Frankie off.
No kiss, no hug, no nothing...I'm old news now so all
I hear is a quick, "Call me or something" and Frankie
was gone in a flash. I got really lost trying to
back-track and get on the main highway home. The
fucking tears didn't help anything either. That
fucked-up lying bastard!
No music on the ride home. My entire experience with
Frankie, from the first day on the job, has been a
roller coaster ride. Today was no different...from
the high of that surprise make-out. The one that
ending with me spontaneously cuming in my pants
...it's the most luscious feeling to spontaneously cum
like that... I really loved that!. Then we go down
deep into the pits with Frankie lying about, well,
everything... then he gets back to being his old self
and we have that hot dance party together and the fun
from pubic shaving each other. Frankie with his hot
BO then gets a little bit bossy and fucks me a new
asshole and we're way back up high at the top of the
roller coaster again, only the next minute to drop
like a fucking rock after that phone call from that
kid Toby....and with Fallon involved in pimping out
those two.... those poor stupid fucked-up losers!
Driving along, I came to the conclusion that it's a
relief realizing that it's over between Frankie and
me....and it is as over as over can get. Maybe I knew
it in the back of my head long ago... knew it was
never going to work out between Frankie and me.
Frankie, of course, would go on like this
forever...in his mind he isn't doing anything wrong.
He probably thinks I am his best friend...who he
loves. Only problem there... well, there are two
actually. One...he doesn't know the meaning of the
word "friend" and, two....ditto about "love". Other
than those two minor items, he's probably 100% correct
about us. I pulled over to a rest area to do some dry
heaving, but no vomit. Feeling beat up and stupid, I
drove the rest of the way home without thinking about
Frankie. I thought about getting home in time to go
with my parents to pick-up Christian at the airport.
I'd wipe my eyes from time to time only to discover
that I'd been crying again, but mostly I just felt
like a damn fool. Probably was driving too fast also,
but I didn't give much of a shit about that... As it
turned out, when I got home, I had time to shower and
change before we left. My parents were surprised and
happy I wanted to go with them. We met Christian and
he gave us all kisses and big hugs. He kept his arm
around my shoulders as we walked to the baggage claim
area and he squeezed me into his side from time to
time. My brother knows what love is. I never feel as
safe anywhere or with anybody as I do with Christian
and it's been that way as far back as my memory goes.
He is always full of compliments, gifts, and praise
for me. It was exactly what I needed to help me
survive the travesty of my reunion with Frankie.
Christian took us out to dinner and it was fun being
with him.... and not thinking about Frankie for
awhile. Christian knows how to handle every
situation and it just makes it wicked relaxing for me.
With Mom and Dad I too often get the feeling they're
not really sure of what to do next or how something is
suppose to be done...they're always asking questions
of strangers. No wonder I never had any self
confidence myself. But, all that changes when
Christian is around because he takes charge and I feel
proud the way people defer to him by saying, "Yes,
Sir... Thank you, Sir... My pleasure, Sir" Stuff
like that. I feel kind of important when I'm with
Christian.
Lot's of talk and some after-dinner drinks for those
three, not me...I listened and ate my chocolate moose
in sort of a daze. Back home we all went up to bed
around ten o'clock. It seemed strange being in that
bedroom with my brother again. I mean our little
bedroom here. I washed up, peed, brushed my teeth and
hopped in bed first. When Christian had done the same
he turned out the light and said, "I sure could use
some cuddles from my little brother." This is the
only area I don't think Christian has a good grip
on...he knows how to handle every other thing in the
world except this. I said, "In my whole life I never
expect to love anyone as fully as I love you
Christian, but that brotherly sexy weekend we had
together was a one-time-only thing for me."
Then I sort of choked-up and couldn't go on because I
knew I was hurting Christian's feelings. We were both
quiet for a second and I could here him breathing and
guessed he wasn't ready to say anything so I told him
in one long breathless sentence how special our time
together had been...how very special, and that it was
something I'd never forget, but I needed him to be my
big brother and when we were doing our brotherly sex
it seemed at times that I was the big brother and I
can't handle that role "You have to be the big
brother, Christian ....always and forever. I need you
to be that person." Taking a deep breath now, waiting
for him to say something.
When he started talking, he didn't seem angry at all,
"You probably think I have a glamorous life, Oliver.
Rich and successful with all the boyfriends I
want...or can buy. The truth is I'm lonely a lot, I
work eighty hours a week and frankly don't have much
of a social life. Daddy and I do our role-playing
maybe twice a month and I pay for some boys to keep me
company once in a while, but they don't really like me
especially...they pretend to, of course. Tips rock in
their world".
He was very pensive, very accepting of things as he
continued, "That weekend with you was the best weekend
of my life... I kind of knew you'd say no tonight,
but nothing could stop me from asking. That being
said, I totally respect your choice....maybe I'm even
a little relieved...knowing where we stand, I mean.
So, big brother it is....why do you need a big brother
right now anyway? I can tell from the sound of your
voice that you do...that something monumental went
wrong in your life... and fairly recently too. What
was it, Oliver?"
He knows me so well. Without hesitating I started
telling Christian about Frankie, starting way back to
the beginning of last summer. After a few minutes he
interrupted, "Wait a minute Oliver. Are you telling
me that you're actually living a full-blown, no pun
intended, gay lifestyle? I thought you had a
girlfriend and that you were living the straight
life." I told him I'd purposely mislead him because I
wasn't ready to discuss it last summer. "The truth is
that I've been gay from the first second I knew what
sex was. I should have made that clear in Seattle,
but wasn't brave enough to do it then".
Christian said he can understand that and then
"So..OK, what about the redhead?" The more I told him
about Frankie the more some of the other boys in my
life slipped into the conversation... strictly for
comparison reasons. All of a sudden Christian stopped
me again. He sat up in bed and turned on a little
bedside lamp. In the dim light he looked so handsome.
He said, "Oliver, how many boys are you having sex
with?" The sound of his voice sort of warned me to
back-up a little. I said, "Just three". That number
just popped in my head.
He looked at me blankly and said, "Three? At the same
time? OK, well, you mentioned Alexander, Bobby,
Frankie, someone named, was it Spunky? and your
roommate, whats-his-name. Which of those aren't you
having sex with? Oh yeah, wait a minute, that kid
from Penn on your senior class trip too...the one you
first had sex with. So, which three out of those six
aren't you going to bed with?" I started crying
quietly. He heard my sniffle, but said again, " Who
are your straight friends from that group, Oliver?
They're not all gay are they?""
Without a word, I turned over onto my stomach and put
the pillow over my head and cried some more.
Christian got out of his bed to sit on the edge of
mine and pat my shoulder saying, "OK...I'm sorry,
Oliver. Shhhh, don't cry. It's OK. Please talk to
me....you're fine" He got me to turn over and sit up
a little so he could hug me with one arm around my
shoulder while he talked, "Really, it's OK to have
experimented with two or three guys in the past six
months, or however long it's been. I just got scared
for a second there that you were jumping in bed with
every guy you met, that's all. As soon as you said
you were participating in gay sex I got very scared
for you... but jeez, two or three guys, that's not a
big deal. Let's just say I'm jealous. OK? I'm
having a difficult time here thinking of you fully
engaged in the gay lifestyle, that's all."
"Why is it so odd that I'm gay, Christian? You are
and so are millions of others?" My tears had dried up
along with my desire to mention any other gay boys I'd
shared a little sex with during the past nine months.
"Christian sounded incredulous when he said, "I'm a
little bit afraid for you, Oliver. I mean, look at
yourself. You're a cute, yummy, desirable chicken
out there, probably the best any chickenhawk ever laid
eyes on. Come to think about it, you're damn lucky
you've only had three different sex partners. Damn
lucky!" I protested that I'm not really so cute, but
I didn't tell Christian about the boys I know who are
wicked cuter then me. "And, what's a chicken?" He
explained about youthful, tight bodied guys being
sought after by certain gays.
As to why he felt I was lucky, Christian said, "Well
Oliver it's like this.... I noticed it about you
before, but it really hit home in Seattle and it's
nothing to worry about if you're following a straight
sex life. After your senior class trip you were
different...I mean, you still had the cute face of
course, but you were projecting a certain something
that was more than just being cute. Your demeanor,
your facial expression, your body language, your
everything really... it was kind of like you were
saying, "I WANT TO PLEASE...LET'S BE FRIENDS".
This was news to me. I said, "What do you mean,
Christian? I don't get it." He hugged my shoulders
tighter and said, "You began having that friendly
little half smile on your face all the time, and
because you appear so innocence with your wide eye
happy look and that big grin you have for virtually
anyone who acknowledges your existance...well,
basically you might as well be walking around with a
sign around your neck saying..."I want to be liked ...
I'll do anything you want if you'll like me." This
made me mad, "Shut up, Christian!" He stopped with
his mouth half open. I said, "God damnit you, that is
so unfair! I don't do any of those things. It sounds
like you're saying I'm a slut or a whore or something.
You're just trying to hurt my feelings because I
won't go to bed with you." and I started crying again.
Christian has had to deal with so many of my crisis
situations over the years... he knows what to do.
First, soothing sounds and hugs or back rubs and then
talk quietly, starting off with compliments, "Please
Oliver, you know how I feel about you. There is no
way I'd do anything to hurt you intentionally. You're
very, very special. I'm worried, that's all.... hell,
it scared me when you said you were being openly
gay... openly gay except here with Mom and Dad, I
mean. All this time I thought you were doing the
"straight" routine....so, ya know, when a gay made a
move on you, which I was positive was going to happen,
I assumed you'd react in a negative way to that. You
being straight and all...so you'd be safe. A small
rebuff is enough to deter the great majority of gay
guys. Us gays expect 90% of the guys we meet to be
straight to start with, so it's no surprise when they
are."
My head was against his shoulder listening to him. I
love to be babied by Christian and, God knows, he's
had to do a lot of it, especially after Tyler's death.
He continued quietly explaining that since I'm not in
the closet now, and in fact I'm actively looking for
gay partners ...well, he's really surprised I've only
connected with two other gay guys since my senior
trip. He emphasized that my open faced look was an
invitation to gays. Gay guys know each other's "look"
for the most part, and he reiterated that my "look"
was saying "Let's get together!". Hmmmm, so now I
know part of the reason so many gay guys come on to
me. Good to know, but I'm not sure what to do with
the information yet.
Christian talked about lost love and broken hearts and
how it happens to everyone. He talked at length about
Frankie's many "problems" and about how some people
are hell-bent on fucking up their lives and no matter
how much you want to help them...it's never, ever,
enough. We changed the subject discussing the
probability of two brothers, five years apart, both
being gay... and what to do about telling our parents.
I described a little about what I was looking for in
a boyfriend and I mentioned things like...a boy around
my age who was thin, cute with a nice smile, and so
on. Christian had calmed down by now and wasn't as
worried about his little brother going out in the big
bad gay world. He said he liked that I was interested
in more of a "peer" for a boyfriend... that's best for
me.
It was going along great until I made the mistake of
saying how hot I think it is when my sex partner is
the dominant figure in our relationship. "What?
You're actively looking for a dominant sex partner?
Are any of the three you've met so far dominant?" I
was like, "No no no, nothing like that. I was half
joking Christian, it's just fun to fantasize about
different stuff, you know. Like you and Daddy-Glen
and all. Nothing specific."
Christian had a hand on each of my shoulders and
turned me around to face him, "Listen to me Oliver.
This is a very dangerous road you're traveling. You
are going to attract a lot of gay admirers and some of
them are going to be the dominant type and maybe even
the predator type. You could find yourself walking
behind one of these hypnotic, dominant types with a
dog collar around your neck, being led around naked on
a leash." Shrugging my shoulders to twist out of his
grip I said, "Don't be ridiculous Christian, no one is
led around by a leash. Certainly not me"
When I said that thing about being led around on a
leash my dick twitched, I'd seen something like that
on a porn site and thought it was kind of exciting...
done as role playing, I mean. Christian insisted it
happens more than I think. He, himself, was very much
like the way I described myself... Christian was
always the submissive in his role playing with Daddy
so he knew what he was talking about. "If you're
submissive in sexual play you have to also be self
confident in matters outside of sex and be mature
enough to know your limitations Oliver, or you'll get
yourself in trouble. Believe me, I know. You can't
be a naive little gay boy in that world or you'll get
eaten alive."
He felt better about things when I told him none of
the "three" guys was dominant and that I'd be alert to
that type from now on. Christian said, "This is no
joke, Oliver. Glen told me what happened when you
sprung that surprise visit on me... he said he
thought at the time you were the youngster we'd hired
for the night... so he was getting you ready for our
games. He said it took him only two minutes to have
you totally under his control. You were docile and
ready to have your head and body shaved and whatever
else Daddy wanted you to do. Am I right?" I told him
he was being ridiculous, that I knew Daddy would find
out who I was because I was just about to tell him.
We discussed the dangers I could run into if I wasn't
careful... we did it until I was exhausted with the
subject. Finally Christian kissed me goodnight, on my
forehead, and we actually did shut it down for the
night.
There was a lot for me to think about here. The first
thing is that Daddy/Glen did have me totally docile
and ready to do his bidding so I do need to watch out
for that. I remember how it was so peaceful just
giving in to Daddy, being totally under his
control...exciting too. You know, wondering what was
coming next....what did this dominant figure intend
doing with me? Hard to explain to guys who aren't
submissive really. The fact that I immediately
started getting a boner thinking about being captured
by Daddy was a further warning for me to be very
careful. Alexander is someone who is getting into
more of that dominant role lately which just may be
why I like those Delaware trips so much. Of course,
with Alexander it isn't role playing ...that's true
enough, but I always have the confidence that if I say
"stop" ...he will. I feel physically safe with
Alexander.... of course I do wind-up with some goofy
haircuts and in some strange situations, wearing odd
outfits. But it's fun.
Also, all that other general stuff Christian discussed
was helpful and needed to be thought about more
deeply. It seems, without realizing it, I'm sort of
advertising for gay playmates. And, other gays can
pick-up that signal fairly easily. Maybe I'm picking
up their signals without knowing it too, and maybe
that combination of factors goes a long way to explain
why I come in contact with so many gay guys. I come
in contact with lots and lots of kids now anyway
...from the hoards at Wildwood, to the inflated
numbers of young males at last summer's part-time job,
to the hundreds at Penn that I see everyday. The
great majority are "straight" of course, I'm not
connecting with many of those ...I'm connecting with
the much smaller group who are gay.
Yeah, but being completely honest with myself I have
to admit there are other dominant types among the gays
I've had sex with, other than just Alexander I mean.
Randy for sure...and that Aaron kid the other night at
the hoagie shop is dominant for sure even though I'd
had no sex with him. Alexander didn't start out
dominant, but he's grown into it. Others too, I
think... maybe Myers and I notice Frankie getting
like that too earlier today...that two-faced prick.
Who else? Well, I'll give it some more thought
tomorrow, too tired now. Naturally I'm not going to
worry Christian about all this. It's something for me
to be aware of... and for now that's enough.
Next day was Thanksgiving... we watched football,
greeted our Aunt, Uncle and two girl cousins, age 12
and 13 who were totally obnoxious, and our
Grandmother, who was not obnoxious The woman helped
fix the thanksgiving dinner and the men drank
alcoholic beverages and watched TV. Chritian was very
social with everyone. It's well known in the family
that Christian is super successful and wicked rich so
they treat him deferentially. Me they treated like I
was still a kid which I guess I am for the most part.
I drank vodka and grapefruit juice and smoked
cigarettes in the back yard with Uncle Carl and
Christian. We were the only smokers. I got a pass
from my parents on the smoking because, for some crazy
reason, they think a college kid should try
everything once, even cigarettes...or some logic like
that. Frankie got me started on the Marlboro Lights
and now I'm hooked...God damnit I don't want to think
about him...it hurts, to be honest with ya.
Thanksgiving day wasn't a hell of a lot of fun
...mostly because I spent a great deal of the day
answering questions. That's what people do when they
don't know you well enough to have a
conversation...they ask about your private life. That
night I went to bed before Christian and we didn't
have any kind of a conversation. I was glad of that
because I still had a lot to think about from our
first night's talk. Christian had to get right back to
work so a limo took him to the airport early Friday
morning. Both my folks were back at work on Friday
too. Still in bed, I'd given Christian a brotherly
kiss goodbye and he said he'd see me soon, over
Christmas holidays. The next time I woke up it was
noon. I found two hundred dollar bills under my
pillow. I guess Christian put them there when we
kissed goodbye. Two hundred bucks, sweet!!
Tomorrow I'd see sexy Myers and I really wanted to
fuck him, just like I did last time I saw
him....might be just what I need. Most of Friday was
spent thinking about how it all went wrong with
Frankie. I couldn't get it off my mind. There was a
large element of relief too... relief I finally was
through with the idea that I was in love with him. I
now knew that I wasn't in love with him and that maybe
all along I was more in love with the concept of being
in love with Frankie than actually being in love with
him... if that makes any sense. It's not a happy place
for me presently...Frankie leaves a big hole in the
picture I have of myself. I wasn't in love with anyone
now and probably never have been. Well, except that
puppy love I had for Tyler...that was real.
I watched a movie on cable and then drove around the
neighborhood before taking my Mini through the car
wash...just killing time. Checked my emails and
answered the ones from the Twins, one funny one from
Bobby who ended it with, "love Bobby" and a couple
from Penn guys. Nothing from Joey, but I seem to
recall him saying his family was spending Thanksgiving
with his grandparents and they didn't even have a PC.
Oh well, I'll see him in a few days. Guess he never
even got that mushy email I sent him a few days ago.
He'll get it eventually.
After a dinner at home, Mom and Dad wanted me to help
them pick-out a new high definition TV for their
bedroom. That was going to be their main Christmas
present to each other. See what I mean about my
parents not being self confident...they need their
nineteen year old son to go with them to the Mall
picking out a TV. It dragged on and dragged on until
almost Mall closing time, but they finally decided on
the one they wanted. It was after ten o'clock by the
time we got back to the house. I didn't want to hang
around there so I told the folks I was yearning for a
cheesesteak from The Townline Hoagie shop. Off I
went, smoking and wondering if I'd see Aaron there.
It was crowded at The Townline again, as usual, and
then, YES!.. Aaron was serving tonight. Damn, I felt
a little nervous...it felt weird stalking him, like I
was playing with fire. I told myself, he interested
me, that's all. I waited until a seat was vacant at
the counter ...my heart was beating a bit fast as I
sat down and there was a jittery feeing in my stomach
too. Almost immediately he was there in front of me,
all business. "What are you going to have?" I came
out with, "Hey Aaron. Wha's up?" He said, "We're
real busy tonight, what's it going to be?" I ordered
the cheesesteak and a cherry coke... not feeling as
nervous now. He didn't even act like he remembered
me. That's OK, it was just a week ago we meant, I
know he remembers me.
Feeling reckless and, OK.. a little horny too, so
five minutes later, as he was putting down the plastic
basket with my cheesesteak in it I pretended to reach
for it, but purposely got hold of his hand instead and
squeezed it lightly. His skin was so smooth and
tight. He looked over at me and said as plain as day,
"Are you coming on to me now, Oliver? You're suppose
to tell me if you are, remember?" I gulped and pulled
my hand away so quickly the basket and cheesestate
tumbled over. Aaron doesn't give a shit about
anything! There were people on both sides of me when
he asked me that, they had to have heard him. Aaron,
in a smart-ass way, added, "Do you want me to get you
another cheesesteak or is this one OK?" He had picked
up the basket, the wax paper and the sandwich and it
looked like new. I wheezed out, "This is fine, thank
you" and away he went. I took a deep breath, looking
straight ahead.
My hands were a little shaky, but as usual the
cheesesteak was delicious and I calmed down by the
time I finished eating it. He looked as hot tonight
as he did last Saturday night. Actually he looked
hotter because he'd had a haircut, probably his mother
nagged him to get one for Thanksgiving. It was the
same style as before... moosed clumps sticking up on
top, but now the hair was only half as long and not
over his ears or collar. He looked younger, neater,
and cuter too. Maybe I have a thing for Japanese boys
now....God, if they're all like Aaron...oh man!
After finishing my sandwich I wanted to wait for Aaron
to reappear, but couldn't drag out my stay in that
seat ... other guys were mumbling about getting seats
at the counter so I left money on the check and was
almost out the door when there he was. Aaron walked
quickly down my side of the counter wearing a fleece
pull over now... in deference to the outside weather
conditions I guess. He said, "Same spot, Oliver". I
followed him outside taking out my pack of smokes as I
walked. An unexplained feeling of anticipation over
came me... and once more I had a nervous feeling in my
stomach.
Aaron was near the kitchen door like last time and
like last time he was pointing at the spot he wanted
me to stand in. It was weird, but so cool of him too.
I loved playing along so I stood up real straight
exactly where he pointed...my hands at my sides. He
pointed at my hand holding the cigarettes and said,
"Your turn to share." I offered my open box of
Marlboro Lights, he took one and lit it. I started to
get one out, he held up his hand to stop me. With
smoke streaming out of his mouth he asked, "Were you
coming on to me in there this time?" I sort of did a
little grin, nodded my head slightly and mumbled, "I
guess". He stared in my eyes until I looked
down...damn, why do I always look away from his stare.
Taking another drag, he did that thing with his
finger, like last time... the one where he rubs
against my teeth, this time under my upper lip. He
said, "Open" and when I did he put two fingers in my
mouth, "Suck" and I did while feeling myself getting
close to one of those trance-like states I can get
in.... my dick was stirring in my pants. Aaron looked
me in the eyes again and... same thing, I looked down
and this time I moved my whole head down a little bit,
still sucking on his fingers. Somehow it seemed right
to act subservient to him.
Five seconds later he took his fingers from my mouth
and pushed them against my upper lip, turning it out,
and flicked up the front of my nose...soaking my
nostrils with his two spit-soaked fingers. While
demonstrating his dominance with that finger activity
he continued casually smoking my Marlboro Light. He
wiped his wet fingers on my sweatshirt and ordered me
to put my cigarettes away saying I wouldn't be having
one for a while. I slipped then in the front pocket of
my jeans, still looking down.
He sounded almost exasperated when he said, "OK, what
the hell. Come with me, Oliver. It'll have to be
kinda quick though" and he hooked his index finger in
the neck of my sweatshirt and half pulled, half led me
around back. Pointing at a door at the very back of
the building he told me it led to the hoagie shop's
dry goods supply room. "We're going inside there
Oliver and you're going to do exactly what I tell ya
or you'll get a spanking" he squeezed my chin between
his thumb and index finger adding, "OK?". I nodded
at him dumbly not really getting it at all. Aaron
went on to explain that on the other side of the
supply room's back wall were the hot grills for the
kitchen and they kept this place very warm.
Unlocking the door he said, "Oh yeah, there are two
large, noisy exhaust fans for the grills inside the
supply room behind a wall made of quarter inch of
plywood....so it's wicked loud in there. This room is
not real ideal, but we'll have to make do. It's for
sure we won't be able to hear each other talk". He
unlocked the door and pulled me in. It was about
eighty degrees and, like he said, very loud...sort of
made a hollow bonging noise in your ears. I wasn't at
all sure what Aaron exactly had in mind... I was
hoping for a make-out. It's hard to explain to
someone without a submissive nature what a turn-on it
is to be dominated by a sexy boy, especially one
that's two years younger and who is shorter than you
...don't ask me why, it just is.
He led me over to a heavy wood shelving unit and
indicated I should put my arm under the second shelf
and around a two by four inch wood support. Had to
bend over at my waist to do that and because he
clasped his hands together, I did that too. He took a
thin, cotton counter wipe from a stack of them on a
higher shelf and with a few flips had my wrists tied
together on the other side of that post. I said,
"Hey" but I couldn't even hear myself say it. Pulling
on the clothe only tightened the knot on my
wrists...some type of slip knot. Looking behind me
Aaron already had pulled off his fleece top, the shirt
under that, and was stepping out of his low cut Nikes.
Pulling down his pleated kaiki slacks revealed that
he wore no underwear. Aaron stepped back into his
sneakers, totally naked.
No surprise that his body was slim, tight, smooth and,
as far as I was concerned, perfect. The only possible
imperfect aspect was his large cock... it had a
decided curve upward. His nut sac was unusually large
and low-hanging. Regular black pubic bush and a small
patch of black hair under his arms, other than that
his body was free of hair. Instead of wondering about
my predicament, my mind was instead fixated on
Aaron... more or less, just staring at him. Not
paying attention to me at the moment he stroked his
large member getting it to grow as it stiffened
significantly. I was pretty sure now that we weren't
going to make out. He came over to me, undid my jeans
and pulled them and my boxer shorts down to my knees.
My knees were slightly bent because the shelf wasn't
more that thirty inches off the floor and my jeans
bunched right there were my knees bent.
He rubbed my ass cheeks and fondled my cock and balls
...just that little bit of touching got my dick
stiffening up like his. I felt totally under Aaron's
control.... the part about that, the one I mainly
concentrated on, is that he wanted to control me, not
someone else... I was the one he was willing to do
this with. That's how I saw it and I was very aroused
by it. Aaron wasn't hurrying, but he wasn't wasting
time either. He turned the bottom part of my
sweatshirt and my Nike mock turtle inside-out and
pulled it up my back so that half my back and my belly
up to my chest was bare. He quickly rubbed my bare
body with both hands from my nipples down to my knees.
It made me tremble and say, "Oh, that feels so good,
Aaron" ...I said it, but nobody, including me, heard
it.
Aaron glanced over at the supplies on the shelves and
grabbed a plastic squeeze bottle marked VEGETABLE OIL,
flicked off the little nozzle cap, squeezed four lines
of the oil just above my buttocks and began spreading
it all over my lower back and then around on my belly.
My dick was getting ridiculously hard by now and I
was taking those short, fast breaths. I swear I can't
remember being so squirmy with anticipation. No doubt
Aaron's huge cock was going up my ass....even I
figured that out by now. I must admit that the way
he's going about all this made me feel faint with the
need for Aaron to be inside me.
The squeeze bottles of vegetable oil are used by the
cooks to grease the grill before putting on the shaved
steak and onions for cheesesteaks. Aaron had another
use for his... after squirting three more lines of
oil, on my buttocks this time, Aaron put the bottle
down to use both hands massaging that slippery stuff
all over my ass, in my crack and all the way under to
the back of my ball sac. My nuts were hard as walnut
shells and contracted to just about that size too.
Aaron felt them with his oily hands and squeezed them,
then stroked my boner. I gasped with pleasure and
needed so much to feel my cum speeding up from my
walnut sized nuts to fly out of my pipe-hard cock and
get that indescribably delicious feeling around my
crotch. I could hardly wait for Aaron to do me. My
legs were shaky, my hole quivered and itched.
It didn't matter that the room was too loud to hear
conversation because by now I couldn't speak anyway.
Every dominant move Aaron made was causing me to gasp
for my next breath...trying to inhale enough air to
just keep from passing out. I pulled on my bonds
without thinking and tightened the material around my
wrists even more. Aaron methodically went about his
business squeezing three more lines of vegetable oil
on my groin and really massaging it all over my shaved
pubes and then fisted my nut sac and hard cock again,
this time pulling up with both members enclosed in his
hand...when my nut sac dropped back he continued up to
the head of my cock and stroked it with that oily hand
of his. I was blowing spit out onto the napkin refills
on the shelf in front of me, grunting and saying,
"Stroke it again, stroke it again" but neither of us
heard the words as those exhaust fans roared in our
ears..
Not more than two minutes had elapsed since coming in
here, but it seemed much longer to me...my sexual
appetite was as high as it's ever been. Fuck Dover,
Delaware...this is twice as hot as I ever been there.
Aaron pushed just the tip of his finger in my hole and
pulled up on it some, then put his lips right against
my ear and shouted, "I want your pussy up in the air.
Get it up in the air and pushed out." Wanting
desperately to please him I did the best I could and
Aaron yelled, with his lips wetting my ear this time,
"Good. Keep it just like that. OK" and he pushed the
nozzle of the squeeze bottle in my hole and squeezed a
lot of vegetable oil up there.
My body had warmed all the oil he'd spread on me
earlier and it was running down from my back, ass, and
belly to soak into my boxers and jeans bunched there
around my knees. I didn't care about anythig except
how hot he had me. He smeared some of the oil that
drained out of my asshole around my buttocks and then
pushing the squeeze bottle inside my hole again,
emptied the plastic bottle up inside me, then threw it
into a trash bin.
Looking over my shoulder I saw that Aaron had his back
to me while stroking his big cock, so I relaxed my
posture some. It was hard keeping my ass pushed up
and back like Aaron wanted and I was sweating like mad
in that hot room from the effort. Ten seconds later,
while thinking how much that monster cock is going to
hurt going in me, I didn't hear the smacks but I sure
felt them, along with the beads of vegetable oil that
flew off my buttocks from Aaron's hard smacks on my
ass. Some of the oil beads from the smacks reached
the back of my neck. He was spanking me with his wet
oily hand, directly on my wet oily ass cheeks... and
did that ever sting. If we could hear the spanking it
would have sounded like, " splat splat splat splat
splat splat!" real fast, and all against my bare ass
with his open hand.
After half a dozen smacks tears filled my eyes and I
had a terrible memory of the wrestler Phil spanking me
like this because I'd fucked up the laundry that time.
Odd, when Phil did it I concentrated on dealing with
the pain and Phil got a boner. When Aaron spanked me
I ignored the pain and got a harder and harder boner
myself. Soon I was groaning with the pain of my cock
skin stretched beyond reason... my boner was so hard
and big it threatened to split the skin...my ass sting
was secondary to that.
Aaron put his lips against my ear again and sternly
told me in a loud voice to keep my pussy where I was
told to keep it. I got it back where he wanted it
damn quick. "Good boy!" then he leaned back to
shout, " You love this don't you? Don't you?" he
demanded of me. I can't believe it myself, but I
nodding my head up and down like a fool. He turned my
head to look at him. I had to read his lips this
time, but I think he said something like "you're going
to be fine and you're awful cute" I'm not positive
about that last part...sure hope it's right though.
Then he leaned down to my level and with the side of
my face turned toward him, he drooled a big wad of
spit in my ear and poked it in with his little finger.
It clogged up my hearing even more. He pushed his
little finger in my mouth and I sucked it clean of his
spit, using my spit. Then, with oil covered hands he
arranged my hair the way he wanted it and mouthed
"Cute do". My head hung between my arms after
that..it was most comfortable there because I felt so
limp, so under Aaron's complete control, so... dare I
say it, docile. In my mind I pretended I belonged to
Aaron. It was a fun pretend-thought ....and so
fucking hot!
Behind me now he grabbed my hips... pulled me onto his
bare, huge boner. Tough going trying to push in the
swollen head of his big cock, but in it went. Aaron
steadily pushed his fat, curvy shaped boner way up
inside me. I thought "no condom" and right away that
thought was replaced with "he's bigger than Frankie,
but still not as big as Pete's cock". Aaron did get
it all up inside me, but my hole was stretched a
painful degree accommodating it. Especially painful
when the swollen head popped in, that process really
burned and hurt something terrible for the first
minute or so.
Seemingly unconcerned about any of the pain Aaron
never slowed up for a second, fucking me steadily and
eventually my hole had no choice but to expand,
accommodating Aaron's relentless humping. It did so
easily after a bit... in and out...in and out...in and
out. That big curved cock plowing so far up inside me
I felt it was at my throat. It quickly became the
most erotic fucking I'd ever experienced and I was
squealing with every penetration, humping back into
his groin trying to get it deeper into me. I had no
idea if he was enjoying it and making moaning sounds
or, for that matter, screaming out curse words...it
was just too loud in the room to hear. Not being able
to hear was good in one way, Aaron couldn't hear me
squealing like a piglet... my mouth wide open,
squealing as loud as I could while I pulled against
the clothe that bound my wrists together .
This wasn't an out of control or hurried fucking like
Bobby had done to me in his mom's shitbox car, this
was simply a quick pace. When Aaron, a few minutes
ago, was dragging me back here by my collar... he'd
told me he was only on a short break so we'd have to
make it fast. I didn't know what he meant by that at
the time, I surely knew now.. It had taken only five
minutes to tie my hands, get us undressed, oil my body
and spank me. Now, two minutes into the fuck and I
was really feeling hot and sexy and so good...my cock
was harder than it's ever gotten and was poking
straight out from my shaved groin like a steel spike.
It started dripping when Aaron began lubing my body
with the vegetable oil and it never stopped after
that. I'd felt like I was going to climax from being
stripped by Aaron... even when the hurt was so bad at
the beginning I still thought I was going to shoot my
load any second. That's the amount of sexual
excitement Aaron caused me to have.
I held off for almost three minutes and then literally
screamed, with my mouth as wide open as it can get
when a pressurized thin stream of cum shot out of my
boner...nothing has ever felt like that. It was
almost painful and followed up by four more
pressurized hard thin streams of cum. In my ear I
sounded like a girl squealing...well, that's how I
sounded in my clear ear. Everything was still an echo
in the ear with Aaron's spit in it. The dominance of
Aaron, tying my hands, the vegetable oil, the oily
body massage, and especially Aaron's huge cock all
combined to create a new sexual experience. A taste
of the forbidden fruit... being a sexually submissive
could easily be addictive for me.
I loved every second of it and when, two minutes after
my climaxing, I actually felt the pulsating stream of
his cum shoot deep up in my bowels the realization
that our time together was almost over was a big
downer for me...I wanted so bad for there to be two or
three more sessions to this evenings festivities.
Other things we could do together ... with him leading
me of course. Although Aaron had shot a lot of cum
up inside me, some of it I'd actually felt hit deep
in me.... it was still a bit weird getting fucked to a
huge climax without hearing my dominant boy's
reactions. But, so loud was the thundering of those
restaurant sized exhaust fans, that it was almost like
silence...like Aaron and me were deaf.
Obviously I hoped Aaron enjoyed fucking me and
eventually it seemed that he did because he lifted me
off my feet, grinding against my buttocks following
his cum explosion. Then, within thirty seconds of
his climax, he pulled out leaving my hole gaping.
Quite a lot of his cum, along with more vegetable oil
and some of my ass juices and sweat, drooled out of my
ass to run down my thighs and soak into my pants,
joining the earlier oil.
My chest was heaving and I would really have enjoyed
stroking my dick after that great climax if my hands
hadn't been tied. I kept tightening my groin to
increase a tiny bit that wonderful feeling around my
nuts and cock. Aaron was wiping his crotch with those
thin, cotton, counter rags, and then he wiped his
semi-hard cock. He pulled his pants back on and came
over to me to pull my boxers up first. They stuck to
my ass, wet with Aaron's cum and the vegetable oil.
He reached around to mold them against my semi-stiff
cock and then pulled my sweatshirt and undergarment
down to my waist. Lastly he pulled my jeans up,
snapped them and patted all over my ass to get the
jeans sticking against me too. Everything on me was
pretty much soaked with sweat, cum, and vegetable oil.
There was a loose end to the rag around my wrist and
one sharp pull from Aaron slipped the knot and the rag
fell away...I was free. Aaron hooked me by the collar
again and led me outside. My hole hurt bad so I tried
shuffling with short steps, he yanked on my collar to
get me to hurry-up. It made me think about that leash
thing Christian had talked about Wednesday night.
Outside the "quiet" of the night roared in our
ears...or rather, it seemed to. Little by little I
began hearing distant, distinct sounds, like a far
away laugh or car horn or traffic noises. Aaron
pushed on my chest to back me against a waist high
fence separating the walk way from the parking lot.
He had a neutral look on his face...I wanted to kiss
him or thank him or something. Taking a chance of
making a fool out of myself I said, "Was I OK, Aaron?"
He said, "Tomorrow night, right here. You should get
here no later then eleven forty-five. I'll be coming
from the inside there to let you in sometime between
eleven forty-five and ten after twelve. You just wait
for me out here. And, oh yeah...shave down there
before tomorrow night, it's beginning to feel like
sandpaper around that little cock of yours." I looked
at him, not really believing my ears. "You mean
tomorrow night, Aaron? I have a date." He told me to
work it out anyway I wanted, but to be here. Then he
said, "Put your head back a little" and he leaned in
to me for what I thought was to be a kiss.
It wasn't though...Aaron's great tongue lapped from
under my chin, up and over it, across my lips, and up
the front of my nose. He had worked up a lot of
saliva making me think fleetingly of Frankie. Aaron
said, "Sniff in. Sniff in" and when I did a lot of
his saliva went up my sinuses making me cough and then
sneeze. I smelled Aaron's spit from up my nose all
the way home. He put his hand on the back of my neck
and squeezed too hard before rubbing the hickey
Frankie gave me Wednesday, then said, "Absolutely no
more fucking hickeys, Oliver. I can't stand hickeys.
Ya got that?" I squirmed because he was hurting my
neck and said, "Yes, Aaron. No more hickeys." Using
his hold on the back of my neck he pushed me toward
the parking lot. Stumbling a few steps forward hurt
my asshole and I grimaced.
I looked back to see what he wanted me to do now, "Be
here on time tomorrow. Drive slowly, you're a little
overwhelmed right now." I nodded and then Aaron said,
"You were more than OK, Oliver." He walked to the
left taking his cell phone out and lighting a
cigarette at the same time. I shuffled to my car
down near the back of the parking lot. Smelling Aaron
in my sinuses I thought, "He said I did better than
OK". I said that to myself all the way back to the
car. Before sitting down, I took off my sweatshirt to
put on my car seat. It's soft for one thing.... and
for another thing I didn't want to get the leather
seat stained with Aaron's cum and the vegetable oil.
It hurt to sit down in spite of the sweatshirt... it
was squishy too because most of Aaron's cum had leaked
out of me and onto my boxers by now.
My knees and hands were very shaky as I started up the
car, revving the engine and shivering while waiting
for some heat to pour from the heater. Still
shivering when heat flooded out... groping myself
thinking that I'd never experienced anything as hot as
Aaron. He's smaller and younger than me, but he's the
best dominant personality I've ever had sex with. I
know what Christian said about the dangers, but Aaron
is a good guy...not some predator. Oh my God, that
was so hot. I drove slowly home, like Aaron told me to
do.
During the ride I revisited every step Aaron put me
through in our fifteen minutes of ecstasy... ecstasy
for me anyway. I was actually, honest-to-God, really
under Aaron's control in that supply room. My hands
were tied and I could have screamed forever... no one
would hear me. What a rush to have no choice but to
wait for what comes next... we weren't role playing.
It was real and I've never felt an erotic turn-on... a
sexual high or a climax like that adventure with
Aaron. And, oh my God.. Aaron himself is
unbelievably hot. That confidence! The manner he
handles himself...his looks! I just know he never had
a doubt I'd do exactly what he told me to do.
Alexander has some of that, but Aaron is the 100% real
deal.
By the time I'd driven the short distance home I was
really sexually worked-up again. Just going over that
supply room fuck had me so hot all over again. I
thought about driving back and waiting for Aaron to
get off work, but he might get pissed-off at me if I
did that. So, instead I shuffled from my car, taking
small steps in deference to my sore ass, into the dark
house, up the stairs and into my bedroom locking the
door behind me. I was breathing fast and groping
myself... thinking about Aaron. Into my little
bathroom I go and peel down my wet boxers and jeans...
just to my knees like he'd had them, then bend over to
grip my sink with one hand and stick my pussy..er, my
ass out and up like Aaron wanted it and I jerked off
with my eyes tightly closed thinking about Aaron big
cock up inside me... and about my hands being tied
together around that two by four inch wood support. I
didn't last even as long as I did in the supply room.
Cum splattered against the front of the sink.
Gasping for air and whining with the thrill of it all
I pulled on my cock till the head began hurting and
... suddenly, I realized I was finally satisfied.
Opening my eyes, breathing deeply now, I look in the
mirror above the sink at my pathetic reflection.
Sweat on my forehead, my face contorted from the
climax, my soft dick in my hand, the absurd position
I had put myself in. My asshole hurt, and now so did
my dick... vegetable oil from my chest down to the
tops of my feet by now.... from my back to my heels as
well. Aaron had put so much oil on me that, when my
pants were pulled up, it had drooled down my legs to
pool in my socks. The cheeks of my ass still stung
from the spanking Aaron had laid on me.
All of a sudden I'm thinking, "what the fuck is wrong
with me?" I turned my hips to show a reflection of my
ass in the mirror and both my buttocks were still
bright red from the spanking. The head of my cock was
dark red because I'd squeezed it too tight and stroked
it too hard. I felt like a piece of shit. And, then
I actually had to take a shit. Aaron was so far up my
bowels it necessitated a BM right now. It was quick,
but when it was coming out and when I was wiping
myself it really hurt. In a daze I wrapped up all my
oil and cum stained clothes in a towel and stuffed
them in my satchel to be washed at school. I did not
want my mother to ask how my clothes got saturated
with vegetable oil...and, you know.
Moving in slow motion now... trying not to think
about anything, I got in the shower and scrubbed the
oil and cum off my body. Dried myself, looked at my
cum splat on the sink... wiped it clean with the
towel. Naked, I looked in my chest of drawers for
pajamas to sleep in. I never sleep in pajamas, but I
just felt like wearing them tonight. Found a pair I'd
worn in eighth grade and put them on. My wrist and
ankles stood out the sleeves and legs. Tears running
silently down my face I got in bed thinking..."I GOT A
PROBLEM". Thinking... "I NEED HELP".
After crying like a little kid for awhile I began to
analyze my situation. My problem is I'm sexually out
of control. I'm a nymphomaniac ... OK, that's not
good...that's humiliating and embarrassing even to
admit to myself...but it's basically true.
Especially when there is a cute, dominant boy
involved....I have absolutely zero will power. I
couldn't possibly be too hard on myself when
evaluating my sexual behavior. It's obvious when
looked at objectively... I seek out boys to get them
to fuck me or let me suck them off or, if they choose,
I'll fuck them. When did I ever turn down a sexual
advance? Well, I asked myself... when did you? I
guess I did with Anthony last Friday night after he
cut my hair, but I can't think of another one. Oh
yeah, when I was sixteen in that rest stop and a forty
year old man made an advance...I ran that time.
What to do? That's the big one...what the fuck to do.
First, call up and cancel my date with Pattie...not
because of her, because of Myers! Obviously I've had
my last hoagie at the Townline for the foreseeable
future. Who can help me...nobody, that's who.
Certainly not Christian after all the lies I told him
about my sex life. Forget mom and dad. The only guys
I know are the ones I have sex with. I'm seriously
screwed...that's ironic.... I'm screwed because I get
fucked too much.
Then it was obvious. It was as if a dark blanket was
lifted off my head and I could see a bright blue,
sun-shiny day. Joey Gallo. He'll save me. I've been
taking care of him for three months, now he can take
care of me. He just got the cast off his arms and leg
and in the past he said he loved me. We're roommates,
with the same courses, so we can be together almost
all the time.... He'll keep an eye on me.
I'll confess all to Joey. After all, it's vital we
continue being honest with each other. It's important
I admit to myself I need help.. and I've done that.
It's equally important I come totally clean with Joey
so he can appreciate how seriously I need that help
and the most important part is that Joey's gotta save
me from myself. I don't know about love...I really
don't, but I do know I have a chance with Joey...he
and me working together is my best chance right now to
start working toward a somewhat normal future.
I went over it in my head a dozen times. I'll, of
course, have to be tested first, but then Joey and I
can have exclusive sex together... and, he even hinted
I might be surprised at how dominant he can be once
he's free of his handicap. To make this work properly
Joey will have to make me account for my time when
we're apart. I must learn to have self control.
That's what this is all about... self control. I need
to be answering to somebody, in this case Joey,
explaining my actions and being punished for missteps.
There's going to have to be a lot more thought to all
this... a lot of things worked-out, but it's a relief
knowing I'm on the right track at least. It all seems
so clear to me now... how's that song go?
I remembered immediately. Tyler and I sung it many
times in church...just the two of us, with Mr Finn
playing the organ...It's the most popular hymn in the
English language. "Amazing Grace". People cried in
church when we sung that song and so did Tyler.... I
never knew why.
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I was lost, but now am found
Was blind, but now I see
That's the line...was blind, but now I see. Damn, I
remember singing that with Tyler many times and the
applause we'd get..oh my God, I loved that then.
Tyler and me hugging as the people in the pews
applauded, we were so young and innocent and I loved
him so much. Now, Tyler's long gone and my
innocence is long gone too. " was blind, but now I
see". That's me. I'm only nineteen and I've already
had to acknowledge I have a serious sexual problem...
but, to my credit, I'm also making plans for a
solution to that problem so I'm not totally "lost'
yet. I have hope and my hope is named, Joey Gallo.
He's my Amazing grace in this instance...I'm aware of
the larger meaning of that phrase, but I leave that
for others. I stopped "believing" when Tyler died.
It was late when I drifted off to sleep with my last
thought being.. "I can't wait to start being
mature, being responsible... Joey will save me, I
just know he will..."
THE END.....
This is the last "Oliver" chapter to be posted.
Oliver obviously has been sexually reckless since
going away to college, especially his trips to see
Alexander. Subconsciously he's making up for what he
perceives as lost time from his age eleven till eight
years later when he met Cristobal on his senior class
trip. Since that trip he's been looking for love in
all the wrong places and in all the wrong ways. Even
worse, he'd found his true love, but doesn't realize
it.
You can write your own ending to this part of his life
in your own mind. I was going to do one more
conclusion chapter, but from your lack of feed-back
recently I get the message...you've had enough Oliver,
so I'm ending it here. Absolutely no hard feelings,
believe me. I thank you for your past emails and for
the wonderful things you've said about this story
during all these chapters.
For my own enjoyment I'm writing a one chapter
EPILOGUE describing my own ending of Oliver's teen
years and his quest for gay sex and then for self
control. I know 15 or 20 of you still want another
chapter so this is for you too. You know who you
are... just send me an email saying you want it and
I'll send it directly to you.
Again, my sincere thanks to all you other guys who in
the past emailed me about Oliver and also to you guys
who commented about the story in the boys4boys guest
book...I loved hearing from all of you! ... It has
truly been a blast writing this series and it has been
my privilege meeting you all, from many parts of the
world, through the magic of cyber space. A thrill for
me, truly!
hugs, peace & love, Donny
Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com