Date: Fri, 13 Jul 2007 14:36:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: OLIVER'S ENDLESS SUMMER ENDS..  PART 2 of 2  fiction by Donny Mumford

The rain finally stopped during my drive home Friday
afternoon.  That made driving easier which helped
because I had a lot to think about.   Some of the
things I was thinking about were good and others were
worrisome, but overall I was trying like hell to be
optimistic.  Frankie and I finally had that great spit
swapping make-out in the back of the truck during
today's afternoon break and then the added
surprise..... Frankie finally more or less admitting
that he was as hot for me as I am for him.... sort of.


Definitely room for optimism here, but Frankie remains
perplexed as to what to do about these latest
developments between him and me. I'm afraid I'm not
going to be able to help him with that because I don't
know what to do next either.  It's all puzzling as
hell and we're both flying blind with no experience
and no one to guide us.  But still, finally being on
the same page with this mutual gay attraction is a big
step.  On the other hand, I never know what to expect
from Frankie from one day to the next.  He seems to
change his mind a lot....rearranging priorities and
so-forth.

Frankie and me can't talk about our situation this
weekend because Darleen has all of Frankie's time
monopolized,  both days.  That isn't good.  I wish I
could think of some way to convince Frankie he needs
to start breaking away from her.  Unfortunately their
early history together clouds his thinking.  I need
some help and to that end I've decided to tell my
brother Christian that I'm gay.  It's the main purpose
for me visiting him in Seattle next week.

Christian has always been the one I go to with my
problems and at this point I'm desperate for someone's
advise.  Talking with Christian  about me and Frankie
is going to be a relief for me....just talking things
out with someone you trust and respect can be wicked
helpful.  Only thing is, I'm a little fearful he'll
suggest I tell our folks about me being gay which I'm
not sure is the right thing to do just yet.

I've got the weekend to give this a lot more thought,
but tonight I have to meet up with some of the guys
from last year's high school swim team.  We're
throwing a bachelor party for our team's assistant
swimming coach.  He's getting married in two weeks.
Coach Pools encouraged me all the years I was on the
team and I want to show my appreciation by being there
for his bachelor party.

As usual I was running late so when I finally got home
from work I said a quick "Hi" to Mom and Dad, took a
quick shower, went on-line quickly for directions and
then saying a quick "bye" to Mom and Dad. Then with a
quick wave and a smile,  I headed out to the
party...... quickly.

It was being held at a downtown restaurant location
that I wasn't at all familiar with and I got very lost
trying to find it.   I ended-up in a part of the city
I never knew existed.  Looking around I saw what
appeared to be teenage  prostitutes, both boys and
girls, drumming-up business.  They would motion in
lewd ways as cars drove past them.  A number of seedy
looking strip clubs lined both sides of the street and
lots of twenty-something  guys, with too much booze in
them, milling around and talking crudely.... thinking
they were having fun I guess.  Garish neon signs
blinking off  the wet street offering vague avenues
for pleasure.

I wanted to get out of there fast, but then someone
caught my eye.  It was a boy prostitute.  He was
wearing eye liner and black lipstick and was  dressed
in boy's Gothic attire with spiked hair.  Unusual for
sure, but there was  something about him that was
familiar.  In heavy traffic I pulled the Mini over to
the curb to get a better look and the very boy I'd
been staring at started to walk in my direction.   My
heart beat was picking up speed when he made that
bee-line to my car.  Without a word, just a smirk on
his face, the boy opened the passenger door and
plopped himself in my car's passenger seat saying, "
There's no mistaking this car. I got to tell ya up
front that it's going to cost you some money, Oliver.
No freebies, sweetheart."  I said,  "Oh my God, it's
Myers".  It was indeed Pattie's slightly chubby
younger brother.

I started in with the stuttering.  "Wha, wha, what are
you do do doing he here, Myers?"  He said, "Oh,
shut-up, Oliver.  Just drive.  I have very highly
developed gaydar and I "outed" you, in a manner of
speaking, the first time you came to pick my sister
up."  Dumbfounded, I drove slowly away from the curb
trying hard to make sense of this latest development.
Myers commanded, "Turn here and follow this road for a
mile or so.  I know of a by-the-hour motel room we can
rent.  How much money you got on you?"  Off the busy
main road I spotted a convenience store with cars in
the parking lot.  Ignoring Myer's instructions,  I
pulled the Mini Cooper into a spot at the side of the
building away the other cars.

Taking my time, so I didn't start stuttering again,  I
said, "It doesn't matter how much money I've got on me
Myers because you're not getting any of it."  I told
him I'd gotten lost.   I told him where I wanted to
get to and asked if he knew how to get there from
here.  Myers said, "You don't seriously think I
believe this horse shit story do you?"  I could maybe
see his point,  but I had the invitation in the glove
box and I had Map Quest driving directions too, which
by the way are worthless and are what had gotten me
totally lost in the first place.  I showed Myers the
invitation and the directions and I could see in his
eyes that he now believed me, that I'd gotten lost.
This knowledge, however,  didn't slow Myers down too
much.  He took hold of the back of my neck and pulled
my head towards him as he leaned over to me.  With his
lips wetting my ear he whispered, "Do you want to be
top or bottom.  Either way will work,  although I must
tell you that I regularly whack off at home
fantasizing about fucking you."

Myers' outfit was all "boy" except for the eye liner
and black lipstick and I normally could have
overlooked those two details to have sex with him
because, I don't know.... he made me smile and there
is just something about him that has always interested
me.  For one thing...OMG, the balls on this kid.  But,
he is just 16 or 17 so I said, "Do your parents know
where you're at tonight?"  He told me they thought he
was at the Mall.  That's where they'd dropped him off,
but he hitched over to the "strip" for some "action"
and to make a couple of bucks.  I told him I'd drive
him back to the Mall and that I'd keep his little
secret too.

Myers, however, had no interest in my offer.....
instead he kissed me near my mouth and told me how
cute I was.  He said, "OK, Oliver, I'll forget about
fucking you, but I'd love for you to fuck me. How
about a quickie?"    This talk about fucking made me
realize how limited my real-life sexual acts have
been.  The only boy I've ever fucked was Alexander, a
grand total of five times and that quick remark from
Myers about me fucking him made me realize how much
I'd like to fuck Alexander again.  Of course I'd much
prefer fucking Frankie, but I didn't see that
happening anytime soon.  These thoughts flew through
my brain in a flash.

Now my concern was, what to do with Myers?  He said,
"Well, will you?  Fuck me, Oliver?  How about if I say
please?"  With that he grabbed my crotch and touched
my hard-on that thoughts about fucking  Alexander had
caused.   I pushed Myer's hand away and he started
wrestling with me right there in my car with the stick
shift in between us.  He was strong and he quickly got
me in a headlock with his left arm, he unzipped my fly
with his right hand and reached inside to grab my
semi-boned cock to hold it in his fist.

We were both breathing hard as Myers rasped out,
"Oliver, you know you want this, so why be difficult?"
 He stroked my cock a few times and it felt good.   He
had his arm squeezing around my neck in the headlock
and he forced my face up a little by lifting under my
chin with the back of his hand.  I could smell cherry
life savers on his breath as he kissed me and worked
his tongue in my mouth, his black lipstick smearing on
my lips felt weird.  Myers was a serious kisser and he
seemed to be excited about kissing me. Looking down I
saw the significant tent that was forming in his lap.
Remembering Pete's big cock, I thought, "another big
cock on another 16 year old?  What the hell....?"

I talked through the kiss...I said "For Christ sake
Myers, stop this shit!  This is crazy and you're going
to get yourself in a lot of fucking trouble."  He
stopped his efforts to kiss, but he left the side of
his face against mine and said, "Oliver, please.  You
make me so hot just thinking about you.  Fuck me..."
He was casually jerking me off this whole time and I
was beginning to get "that feeling"in my nuts.  There
was another thing too, right from the minute he got in
my car I'd noticed a slight body odor, as in "BO",
coming from Myers.

To me his body odor wasn't offensive so much as it was
very sexy and right then and there I wanted him to
make me cum with his fist so badly,  but I made myself
regain some sense and say, "Stop right now and we'll
talk about it."  Myers stopped wanking my boner, but
continued to hold onto it.    He loosened his arm
around my neck and said, "Really?"  Each move Myers
made generated that youthful BO smell.  Myers' BO
floated in the air and had me a little dizzy.  It kept
my boner hard.  I had to concentrate to try to do the
right thing here.

I waited until he took his arm completely away from
around my neck and then I pushed his hand away from my
boner.  Reluctantly I zipped-up and told him,   "I'm
driving you to the Mall now, Myers,  and I have
something to say to you along the way that you're
going to listen to."   He seemed to be resigned to
this as I went into a little lecture explaining that
people don't push themselves on other people and that
being rude seldom got you anywhere and blah, blah,
blah.  Even to myself I began to sound a bit pompous,
but I was kind of having fun with this kid.

Myers appeared the most interested when I admitted
that perhaps I was bi and that perhaps he was someone
I would consider as a sex partner sometime, if...."and
that's a big if, Myers".  "If" the time and place is
right.  And, for sure you're not to wear any make up".
 I added that part about the  make-up as I drove
toward the Mall while trying to clean the black
lipstick off my lips using some tissue from my glove
box.

He'd been staring at me as I talked, paying attention
it seemed.  But now he frowned at that last comment
and said, "Wait a second.  I'm starting to feel like
you mean we're not going to do it tonight."  I said,
"That's right, Myers,  not tonight" and hearing that
he slipped right back into his normal arrogant
personality.  Fortunately we were moving too fast for
him to pull any of that wrestling shit on me.  All
during our drive and while pontificating away with my
pompous lecture I kept wondering.... why aren't I
taking Myers up on his offer?  He had definitely
turned me on some...like he always seems to be able to
do so why not oblige him?

He got out at the Mall and slammed the Mini's
passenger door.  He said he wasn't at all surprised I
wasn't man enough to fuck him because I was a pussy
and a fucking fairy. He was mad as hell and gave me
the finger as I pulled away.  I don't know why
exactly, but I do find him so sexy.  His BO seemed to
really arouse me.   Driving away I couldn't help but
smile, but right at that moment I really needed to
find that god damn bachelor party because I'd given my
word I'd be there.

I asked directions from someone pulling into the Mall
and got headed in the right direction, I think.  My
mind went right back to Myers.  While wrestling in the
car my wrist had gotten pinned in his arm pit so I
tried smelling the back of my wrist and sure enough,
there was Myer's BO.  My cock began to fill up with
blood again and the more I smelled my wrist the harder
it got.  I was still kind of having a good time and I
drove off wondering. "Hey, why the fuck DIDN'T I go to
that motel room with Myers for a quickie?".  I still
didn't have an answer to my question.

Eventually I found the party and paid my respects to
Coach Pools and  drank some beers with my old team
mates who, by the way,  I never got along with until
this past year.  All in all,  it was an OK time, but
the best parts of the night were the parts I spent
fantasizing about how it could have been between me
and Myers.  You know,  if I'd gone through with
fucking him like he wanted me to.  And, I still was
spenting quite a bit of time  trying to figure out an
answer to my question....why the fuck didn't I go
through with it.  I thought of another question too.
What the hell is wrong with me?

My life is certainly not over-flowing with sex, that's
for sure.  I'd had some fairly good sex in Wildwood
with Alexander for one week and then I went back to
jerking-off after that.  Pretty much just a lifetime
of giving myself hand-jobs except for Alexander.
Well,  I did have last Saturday night and again this
afternoon with Frankie.  Not counting spit swapping,
we had our sexy times together only twice, some
wanking and oral sex action.   But that's totally it
for my sex life.  Oh, except for that one night stand
with Cristobal...... but that's positively all there
is!  That's all the sex I've had in my entire nineteen
years of life..

No wonder I'm walking around horny all the time.
Everything gives me a boner for Christ sake and no
wonder....I'm sex-starved.  And, for God-damn sure,
tomorrow night Pattie isn't going to be the answer.
Her brother could, maybe, perhaps be a part of the
answer though....so why am I hesitant to take him up
on his offer.   After the party I went straight back
home to jerk myself off thinking about how it would
have felt to fuck Myers.....and I realized that this
was just the sort of thing I did when I was thirteen
years old....no progress.   Jeez!!

The next night when I picked Pattie up for the movies
Myers was no where to be seen.   Maybe I wish he was
there and maybe I wish he'd somehow manage to make me
have sex with him.... maybe.  The "Myers encounter"
did one thing..... it made me conscious of my  need
for some actual, real, gay sex.  Myers awakened my
yearning for some fucking, top or bottom.   It seems
like....you know, that I'm back to just fantasizing my
sex life again instead of living it.

Laying around the house all day Sunday analyzing my
entire gay sex situation..... I was positive Frankie
was the boy I wanted, the boy I loved.  For the short
range though,  what do I have going for me?  I'm going
to be at the University in,  what?... less than two
weeks.   So in that regard I have two things going for
me.    1-  getting back with Alexander and hopefully
fucking his brains out while at the same time maybe
discovering what's up with his beautiful twin
brothers, Noah and Nathan.   And,  2- Cristobal is at
the University of Pennsylvania and he, hopefully,
will be humping me routinely.

I brightened up noticably because I can see there is
light at the end of my sex-starved tunnel after all.
As for immediate concerns..... how about swapping some
spit with Frankie and maybe some more oral sex too.
I'm always up for that.   Also, I need be a lot more
aggressive when an opportunity presents itself.  Oh
well, that's something for me to work on.... although,
actually, it isn't a new thing.  I've tried working on
this same character flaw any number of times. Take
action, Oliver!

That's the kind of stuff I was still thinking about at
work Monday morning waiting for Frankie to show up.
It was our last Monday on the job.  No Frankie yet,
but here comes Pete again.  What a cute kid with all
his shyness.  I keep forgetting about him.  He kind of
reminds me of how I acted around people way back when
I was just starting to get over Tyler's death.  I
loved watching Pete walk, almost a swagger and he was
a short kid so it was even more noticable. I'd bet
anything the way he walks has something to do with
that big cock of his.

As usual Pete waits outside the cafe door to be
invited in so I yelled, "Good morning, you hot shit.
How ya doing today?"   Pete says, "Oh, Hi Oliver".
Jeez, ha ha, he acts as if he's surprised to find me
here.  Christ, I'm here every morning.   He's so funny
with that shy stuff... then he asks, "Can I have
coffee with you?"  I wave him in and endure his normal
quiet period with me asking him stuff, like what'd he
do on the weekend and so forth,  and Pete giving short
answers, with no eye contact.  I liked looking at him
so I took advantage of his propensity to stare down at
the table top and I scrutinized his face and his
tight, thin body. Sweet!!

I was having a nice time talking with him and looking
at him.  Then, just like last Monday after the picnic
and, again without saying a word,  Pete gently takes
my hand up off the cafe table and, holding my wrist in
both his hands,  he quickly sucks on my fingers then
briefly looking up at me to see if it's OK.  God, that
gives me such a hard on!  I just grinned at him and
nodded my head a little.  He licked the palm of my
hand a half dozen times and then up each limp finger
before sucking them all together into his mouth with
lots of bubbly saliva.   After a minute or so of that,
still without uttering a word,  he put my hand back
down just as gently as he picked it up.  Slowly
standing up with a large bulge in his lap and leaving
his half finished coffee, he hustles off to do his
first mail run of the day.

I watched him push his mail cart down the narrow
hallway with his long curly hair flopping around and
his absolutely perfect ass sticking up and out just
the perfect amount.  I was thinking, "Oh my God is
that hot".   I groped my boner as I sucked on the same
fingers Pete had just sucked on..... I could taste his
saliva and this led to thoughts of giving myself a
quick hand job in the lavatory.  Oops, no time for
that as the "toot-tooooot"  sound is heard from the
loading dock indicating another work day has begun.

Still no Frankie so I started working without him....
feeling weird, like I'd felt on my first day when I'd
also worked the loading dock alone.  For this last
week there wasn't much unloading left to do so this
was going to be an easy five days for us.  I did
everything at half speed and the only person I saw
early on was Mr Brittle who adjusted his bow tie,
waved and yelled out, "Morning, Frankie" as he walked
the length of the loading dock trying to find
something out of order to bitch to Rocky about.  Then
he just disappeared down the same hallway that I'd
watched Pete push his mail cart down.  Mr Brittle
always got Frankie and me mixed-up.

 Morning break and I'm in the cafeteria hoping to spot
Rocky.  I wanted to ask about the missing Frankie and
sure enough here  comes Rocky carrying that clipboard
of his.... with a look on his face like he's trying to
figure out the meaning of life.  "Ollie, ya gettin'
any?" is Rocky's greeting.  Then he tells me the bad
news, "You're on your own the rest of the week, kid.
Your girlfriend, Frankie, had himself a burst appendix
late last night and he'll be out of commission for
awhile.  Sorry about that, but you can finish the
little bit left to do on your own, right?"


I didn't let on to Rocky how disappointed and
pissed-off I was about not having Frankie with me this
last week.  Instead I told Rockey that of course I
could finish on my own, but that I was naturally
concerned about Frankie.   I wanted to know more about
it.  He told me  Frankie had an emergency appendectomy
and is recovering nicely.  That's all Rocky knew,
except that there isn't a thing to worry about....it
all went very routinely.   He won't be doing any
lifting for awhile.  "Kinda like me",  Rocky muttered
as he put his clip board under his arm and began
playing pocket ball in his pants while sauntering off
to have a morning coffee break with each of his staff
separately,  which should take him till his lunch
break.

Rocky had a "get well card" on his clip board for all
us workers to sign. I wrote....."Get well quick you
slacker!  Love ya, Oliver."   I decided I'd call
Frankie as soon as he gets home from the hospital so
we could make our plans about getting together before
we both headed off to college.  There I was, sitting
in the cafe alone feeling sorry for Frankie and
feeling sorry for myself too....then moping around the
loading dock until lunch break.  I got my brown bag
lunch out of the little refrigerator and sat looking
at it while I was thinking about life in general.

I missed Frankie something awful and, at the same
time, I was feeling so horny it was getting serious.
Life was a downer for me once again.   I opened my
lunch bag to see what Mom had prepared for me today
and right on top was a packet containing one regular,
well lubed condom.  What the fuck ?  I was pretty sure
Mom hadn't put it there, so who?  It had to be Pete.
God damn.....well, there aren't too many ways I can
take this.  Life is so full of surprises sometimes.

I looked up and there peeking through the glass door
of the cafe was Pete.  My heart beat picked-up as I
waved the condom at him and chuckled.  Pete's face was
crimson as he continued to look in at me from outside
the cafe door.  I did the index finger motion that
said, "Come here" and Pete slowly came in with his own
lunch bag in front of him... he was holding it in
front of his lap with both hands.  He wouldn't look at
me,  but he came over and sat down in the chair right
next to mine.

I looked at Pete as he looked into his lunch bag.....
he mumbled, "What's that ya got there, Oliver?"  Oh
fuck, I began laughing so hard he had to join in.  It
was so pathetically obvious that he'd put this condom
in my lunch bag and, I don't know.....he's so cute,
but does he actually believe I don't know he did it.
And, more importantly, what does it mean.  Practical
joke?........or an invitation?

When we both got over our laughing fit Pete said he'd
heard about Frankie and he thought I'd probably be
lonely all week so he's going to make it his business
to keep me company.  I said, "Yeah, it does sucks
about Frankie and...damn,  thank you so much for
thinking about me cause it can get lonely down here at
times."  Pete looks at the top of the cafe table hard,
not at me...but I could still see his little grin on
the side of his baby face.  He had all that hair of
his pulled back into a fat, curly ponytail. I looked
at him and a thought drifted into my head....I
wondered how that skinny neck of his would smell right
under the pony tail,  at his hair line.  It made me
shiver just thinking about it.

Shaking my head to clear my thoughts I considered
things quickly..... Frankie wasn't going to be here
and I'd just made that pact with myself to take
advantage of opportunities for sex and if this deal
with Pete isn't an opportunity I don't know what one
might be, so....take action.   With my heart beating
hard and feeling much less confident than my words
would imply I said "Have you ever been screwed, Pete?"
 I came right out with it and he came right out with,
"Six times."  Just like that, "Six times"...no beating
around the bush or anything...... just,  "Six times".


Hot damn!   With my heart still fluttering with
nervousness,  I couldn't come-up with a follow-up
comment so instead I bought us a couple of bottles of
Kiwi-Strawberry Snapple from the vending machine.  His
voice cracking, Pete said, "Hey, thank you, Oliver.
It's my favorite."   He seemed to be in the same shaky
shape I was in, but I forced myself to get right down
to business anyway.  "How old are you, Pete?"  He
informed me he'd just turned seventeen yesterday.    I
said, "Happy Birthday, Dude."

He went on to tell me, in a barely audible voice, that
he'd more or less decided he was too old to be so shy
and he intended doing something about it....hence the
rubber in my lunch bag.  Of course, he never looked up
while he was telling me any of this.  He just said his
piece and then nibbled at his sandwich while he played
with his long curly ponytail with his free hand.  His
leg never stopped bouncing, keeping time to music only
he could hear.

Pete looked about 14 years old.  I knew, however,
from my first "hand" experience with him that he
didn't have an average-size fourteen year old's cock.
He had a big cock, bigger than an average seventeen
year old too....or twenty-seven year old, for that
matter.   I also knew he had the most perfect boy butt
I'd ever seen and thinking about that combination of
his cock and his butt got my smaller cock squirming
around in my jockey shorts.  I had to reach down and
help it get in a comfortable position.

Pete mumbled, "I might never see you again after this
week Oliver and I have this super-charged urge to be
fucked rough by you.  I dreamed about it again last
night.  Will you?  Fuck me rough, I mean?"  I still
hadn't taken a bite of my sandwich because I now
needed both hands to adjust my crotch and get
comfortable down there.... dealing with a painfully
hard boner and a pair of expanding nuts required both
hands.

I was absolutely flabbergasted.  It occurred to me to
ask Pete why he thought I'd want to fuck a boy, so I
did.   He sensibly and matter-of-factly pointed out
that I'd jerked him off and kissed him at the picnic
so he figured maybe I'd be willing to fuck him too.
Hmmm,  good answer.  Perceptive lad, this Pete.  He
said he really wanted "me" to screw him, not just
anybody to screw him...it had to be me.  All of his
responses were made in that matter-of-fact tone of
voice like he was discussing the last movie he'd seen,
but spoken barely above a whisper.

I couldn't help but think how strange it was that
within a four day period I'd had two different teenage
boys ask me to fuck them.  From that one might infer
my life was full of gay sex, but that hasn't been the
case at all as my earlier listing of my almost
nonexistent  sex acts demonstrates.  I think about gay
sex a lot, but rarely carry it off.   Life is full of
surprises though, as I've said, and they can be both
good and bad surprises.  I have to put up with the bad
ones so why not take advantage of a good one.

Thinking about all of that and using a voice that once
again sounded more self assured than I actually
felt.... I said, "Yeah, what the hell Pete, sounds
like a lot of fun.  I can give you a rough fuck."  I
wanted to sound experienced and I also wanted to make
it seem like it was no big deal.  I didn't want Pete
to come to his senses and realize how totally bizarre
this whole scene was.  Lunch hour around the cafe can
be busy with unexpected visitors at times.  Too many
guys wandering around the loading dock having smokes
or getting a breath of fresh air and stuff like that
so I said, "How about you come around after the normal
time for afternoon break and we'll use the little
lavatory around the corner?"

He looked up at me for the first time today with his
big brown eyes shining and I repeated, "You OK with
the afternoon break....back there in the small
lavatory, Pete?".  A shy smile broke out on his face
and he said, "Oh, OK".  Then I broke out in a big
smile and after checking to see if anyone was watching
I put my arm around his neck and pulled his head over
for a kiss.  Pete pulled back and whispered, "I'm
sorry Oliver,  I don't kiss with other guys.  Please
don't be mad."   I was disappointed to hear that, but
I slowly said, "No problem Pete.  No kissing, just
fucking."  A slight nod of his head and, looking
sideways at me again with that same familiar small
grin on his face,  he hesitantly reached over to
lightly pat the boner in my lap.  Now I had a red face
too.

During the rest of lunch  my mind was flying all over
the place.  It was damn difficult to believe this good
fortune, to grasp the fact that soon I'd be fucking
the most perfect boy-ass I've ever seen.  Pete
continued to appear blase about the whole matter.  He
mumbled answers to my questions and because of all the
different thoughts twirling around in my head only
bits and pieces of Pete's story registered with me.
But, I think it is probably a familiar story.  He
doesn't consider himself gay at all, he just liked
giving it and getting it up the ass once in a while
with another boy.  He and his long-time neighborhood
friend, Ricky,  were straight and were simply
experimenting with a little gay sex for the fun of it.
 I say, "Uh huh".

 Pete goes on to tell me that recently he's been
wondering how different it might feel getting fucked
by someone other than his friend.   So, when I jerked
him off at the picnic he figured he'd found another
sex buddy.  He also said, while continuing to look
down at the cafe table, that he got a woody thinking
about me so he was wondering about that too.  He never
got a woody thinking about Ricky .....just when Ricky
fucked him or he fucked Ricky.  All quite interesting,
and boner inducing too.  I could hardly wait for the
afternoon break.

Pete showed up fifteen minutes early for that break
and since no one was around I nodded my head in the
direction of the lavatory and Pete scurried right in
there.  I followed and locked the door.  What the
hell,  we'll take an early break.  Breathing became
difficult.  Pete was jittery and appeared nervous too,
but he kept playing with himself so perhaps he was
just anxious.   With a voice that seemed as though he
was very out of breath Pete said, "I like it best if
you boss me around, Oliver.  And do me rough, please."
 He groped his crotch and took in a lot of air....
but, as usual, wouldn't look at me.

Me being the dominant sex partner wasn't really my cup
of tea, but it wasn't totally new territory for me
either.   Alexander was even more submissive than me
and somebody has to take the lead, so I try.  Playing
the dominant role for Pete and with my heart beating
fast  I said, "Get over here" and when he moved his
short, tight body right in front of me I reached
around him and got a fist full of his ass cheeks in
each of my hands.  The flesh was very firm and there
was a lot of it too.  Wanting to experience that again
 I re-grabbed a fistful of his unbelievable ass cheeks
in both hands and pulled him into me so that his
crotch was right under mine.

Massaging both bum cheeks, then letting go of his left
one I felt down the front of his crotch and traced his
boner with my hand...it was fat and it went sideways
all the way over past his pocket.  This verified that
in addition to being a fat cock it was a long one too,
but I already knew all this from the hand-job I'd
given him at the picnic..

Pete took in another long, wheezy-sounding breath and
exhaled with a light spray of saliva that I felt on my
neck.  Reluctantly letting go of his other ass cheek I
said, "Take down your pants and step out of them".  He
quickly pulled down and stepped out of his dungaree
shorts and then his jockeys.  Standing there in front
of me, with his long boner now pointing straight up
his belly, he fidgeted from foot to foot and
self-consciously played with his nuts and rubbed
around his buzzed pubes.

He had a skinny, tight body alright, however his legs
were anything but skinny.  Very strong looking with
well-defined calf muscles...his socks bunched down low
on each ankle.  I knew that Pete was a high school
athlete, but I couldn't recall in which sport.
Regular amount of hair on both his calves, but none on
his thighs.  I had the urge to run my hand up and down
his legs feeling the muscles and the curly, light
brown hair on his calves.  My cock was very hard.

Pete kind of pleaded with me,   "Please do me rough,
Oliver. I like it that way even though right now my
knees are so wobbly I can hardly stand up".  I was
feeling short of breath and a little wobbly myself by
now.  Taking in a lot of air first, I told him to
reach in my pocket and pull out the lubed condom that
he had been thoughtful enough to provide.  His hand in
my pocket got me even harder.  I put my face down
against the top of his head and all that curly hair
smelled so nice and felt so silky.

"Undo the snap on my cargo shorts and pull them down,
Pete."  As I said that I took a big fist full of his
hair and pulled his head back roughly while asking
him, "Would you like to suck my cock before I fuck you
with it?"  Pete still wouldn't look me in the eyes, in
a low and humble voice he said, "Please don't get mad,
but I don't do that either.  I can't make myself put a
penis in my mouth."  I said, "For Christ sake, you
mean to tell me that all you two nitwits do is screw
each other?"  Pete's reply was in a whiny voice, "I'm
sorry, but that's all Ricky and me can do so far.
Please don't get mad at me, Oliver."  I thought to
myself, "Pete and Ricky have started at the finish
line and I guess they'll work their way backwards till
they get to circle jerks....."  It was different all
right, but what did I care.......

My cargo shorts and my boxers were around my ankles
and I was pretty sure my boner was never going to get
any harder so I had Pete roll the condom on me.  I
said, "We'll forget about everything else and  just
enjoy this.  OK?"  He nodded his head and I told him
to turn around, bend over and grab hold of the sink.
He immediately turned around to grab the sink and he
pushed his fabulous ass up in the air at the same
time.  I told him, "Get that hole up higher and hold
it up there."  Pete went up on his toes now,  pushing
his ass up higher and I could see him straining to
keep it there.  I couldn't resist swatting his hot
looking ass a few times and seeing it turn dark pink.

My boner was straight out from my belly as I once
again grabbed two handfuls of his ass,  bare ass this
time,  and moved each cheek away from his crack so I
could see his pucker.  It was bright pink and shiny.
My first thought was that I'd like to lick it like I
did to Frankie's hole that time.  Unfortunately,
licking Pete's hole would probably freak him out so
instead I massaged his hole with my middle finger and
heard Pete squeak out some kind of sound.  It was fun
playing with his hairless bum.  In a strained voice,
Pete told me that he'd put lots of creamy Vaseline up
his hole just ten minutes ago and he hoped that was OK
with me.  He also asked me to smack his bum cheeks
again, but harder this time.

Hmmmmmm, interesting, but I ignored his request for a
few ass smacks and pushed a finger against his hole
instead... whoa, even though his ring muscle was
unbelievably tight my finger slid all the way up
without much effort.  I fingered him a little and
heard that wheezy breathing from him again.  There
were beads of perspiration at the back of his neck.
Obviously the strain of keeping his ass up so high was
wearing on his legs and toes.  Then I did smack his
ass hard a couple of more times and Pete went,
"Aaaaaah" and letting go of the sink with his right
hand he stroked his cock a half dozen times.  Drops of
his pre cum hit the tile floor, drip, drip, drip.

I fondled his ass cheeks some more using both hands
and then I reached under to grab his swinging nut sack
for a light squeeze.  Pete let out a squeak.  Without
a word of warning I put pressure against his hole with
the head of my cock and it popped in.  I pushed
steadily all the way up his hole and Pete goes,
"Yes...Oh yes....Harder, Oliver"  I pulled almost all
the way out and shoved in again hard so that my balls
bounced against his, then a couple of more times even
harder and then slowly for a half dozen pumps.  The
sensation on my boner was outrageously tight and I
shuddered repeatedly.  His hole was so tight I
couldn't believe this wasn't hurting him.

"Harder, Oliver...Please."  Grabbing hold of his slim
waist with both my hands I humped in and out fast for
three minutes until I was just on the edge of cuming.
Sweat rolling down from my forehead and that awesome,
intense feeling starting in my nuts and spreading out
in all directions from my groin causing me to let a
moan slip out.   Pete was openly moaning and groaning
various pleasure sounds while he stroked his long
cock.  "Harder, Oliver."

This constant begging for "harder" was getting me a
little pissed off.  What's this kid want?  I grabbed a
big fistful of his long curly ponytail again and
pulled his head back far enough to make him grunt and
cause his cute adam's apple  to protrude... I was
momentarily transfixed by his reflection in the
lavatory mirror.   His eyes were closed, but
fluttering....  a small smile on his lips as his
tongue flicked around them.  I was hot, hot, hot by
now and I could see that Pete was hot, hot, hot too.
Keeping his head pulled back, I smacked his ass hard
five or six times and then really started pile driving
his hole while holding onto his ponytail as if it were
a horses' reins.  Pete squealed out a long high
pitched squeal and fisted his boner in a blur.  In
less than a minute I heard his cum splat hard up
against the tile under the sink and then more of his
cum plopping down on the tile floor.

When Pete climaxed his ring tightened so much on my
boner I saw stars, but at the same time I shot off
such a hard stream of cum I was afraid it might blow
out the tip of the condom.  While cuming I tried to
let out some noise but couldn't make a sound.  Instead
I just blew a lot of air past my lips as Pete
continued tightening his hole ring with each blast of
cum he shot out of that long boner of his.  Pete
continued stroking his cock a full minute after firing
his last shot of cum and I kept pumping his hole until
my cock got too soft and it slipped out.

We were both puffing-out short bursts trying to
control our breathing.  My heart was beating way too
fast and I felt dizzy, but what a fabulous climax I'd
had.  WOW!    Neither of us said anything.  When my
cock had flopped out of Pete's hole he'd simply said,
"Ohhhh" and then straightened up while taking in
another long breath.  We were both as exhausted as if
we just ran a 50 yard dash.

I backed-up to lean against the inside of the lavatory
door staring at that fantastic ass of Pete's......
watching the Vaseline and the condom lube drool down
his bum cheeks all shiny and slimy.  Turning around he
peeked a look at me,  his penis down to it's normal
soft, fat, eight inch length.

As I stared at that big thing hanging there limp
between his legs, Pete ripped off some paper towels
and dabbed at the wetness on his ass before he finally
mumbled, "Was that OK,  Oliver?"  I dumbly shook my
head up and down.  It was a quick one, but what a fuck
that had been.  I said, "Awesome, Pete.  Really
awesome."  His hole is much tighter than Alexander's
and I couldn't help but wonder how someone with a cock
as big as, let's say hypothetically, Frankie....how
could he ever get his cock up that tight chute?  No
way.

I flushed the condom down a toilet and we both pulled
our pants up in silence.  Now it was a bit awkward so
I asked, "Ya feel OK, Pete?"  He blushed a bright red
and with that small grin on his face he peeked up at
me again and quietly said, "My hole hurts a little,
but it feels good too so, yeah, I'm OK."  I hugged him
around his shoulders and he asked, "How about
tomorrow, Oliver...would ya do me again?"  Jesus, my
dick responded by moving sideways in my jockeys like
it did earlier today.  In a voice I hoped sounded
casual, I replied.....  "Sure, tomorrow it is, Pete.
That was fun."

Pete simply nodded his head and we walked out together
to share a quick Snapple on the loading
dock....passing the bottle back and forth till Pete
finished the last few drops. I lit up a Marlboro Light
and took a big drag, then blew smoke in Pete's
direction.  He grinned and held his hand out so I
passed him my cigarette and he took a puff, then blew
a perfect smoke ring that danced in between us for a
while until a hot summer breeze blew it apart.

 Jeez, I couldn't remember seeing a smoke ring done
that good since my summer vacation in Wildwood.  That
beautiful kid, Mike Sullivan, had blown a number of
perfect smoke rings on the boardwalk.  I hadn't
thought about him for awhile.  Thinking about him now
gave me a shivery feeling in my balls.  Then I grinned
at Pete and rubbed his head for good luck, I didn't
even know the kid smoked.  Pete said, "See ya, Oliver.
 Thanks a lot", and off he went for his last mail run
of the day.   I finished my cigarette thinking again
about how odd life is at times and how it can surprise
the hell out of you too.

Be that as it may, I couldn't stop smiling.  The rest
of the day I kept re-living that quick fuck over and
over in my head as I lazily moved a couple of
cardboard boxes around on the loading dock just
waiting for the "toot-toooooting" tone that signified
the end of our work day.  What a day it had
been.....it started off horribly and ended with
fireworks.

It's odd, but with Pete I never felt the
"maybe-this-is-love" thought at all.  I'd felt that
with Cristobal right off, but he was my first ever sex
partner and I "thought" I was in love with him for
sure.  I started to feel that "loving way" with
Alexander too, but then his feminine side showed too
strongly and that "loving feeling" faded away.  Still,
I have great affection for both of those guys.  With
Pete, he's a cute kid and all that, but I just felt
the hot sex urge with him......without a thought of
"love".  Of course,  the hot sex urge is plenty good
enough,  believe you me.

So, now I know the difference between "love" and a
hot, fun sexy-time with a hot, cute kid.....maybe.
Whatever.   Driving home I marveled at how good I
felt.  At dinner my Mom mentioned she was glad to see
my smile again.  Probably best if I don't tell her
what brought that smile to my face.  I loved
remembering, over and over,  everything about fucking
Pete.

Next morning at work there was a box of Junior Mints
and a note in my cubby hole.  In beautiful penmanship
the note read...."Can we do our fun thing at morning
break today, Oliver?  Please!!!"  and it was signed,
"Your Friend, Pete".  I had to sit down.  He gives me
a little present and begs me to fuck him again...and
he wants it sooner rather than later.  Oh my God, how
did I get so lucky so quick?  Naturally, reading the
note gave me the hardest boner ever....which felt so
fine.   I still had the rock hard boner sitting there
on the locker room bench thinking about fucking Pete
when Rocky comes up and squeezes the back of my neck.


"Yo, dick head, whats-up?" is Rocky's greeting this
time and I started to say good-morning to him, but he
interrupted excitedly with, "  We might be in for some
bonus dollars, Ollie.  I just got the word from
Brittle.  It seems that all the summer goals have been
met and without using any overtime pay at all.  It's
just a matter of figuring our how much we get to
split-up.  Christ, I had no idea we did everything we
were suppose to.  Go figure!"  He ruffled my longish
hair and kept on moving along so he could tell all his
guys that we'd be getting some kind of a summer-job
bonus for a job well done.  I'm on a roll now.....

Pete showed up as soon as I got to the cafe and we had
an early coffee together.  I thanked him for the candy
and I told him that, "sure, the morning break would be
our "fuck break" today, Pete".  He went off pushing
his mail cart....he had his regular small, cute grin
on his face.  Morning break couldn't get here soon
enough for me.   It was worth the wait however because
that early morning fuck turned out to be just as hot a
time as the one we had Monday afternoon.

To add something new I ordered Pete to take off his
shirt along with his pants and underwear.  Now, except
for his socks, he was completely naked as he  waited
in front of me for his fuck.  What a great little
hairless body he has.  I  stared at it trying to
memorize every detail..... his tight, small body with
the huge penis and showcase ass seemed so pure, so
hot.   Everything just about perfect except his feet
were out of proportion to the rest of him...they
seemed much too big for those perfectly shaped,
muscular legs of his.   I stared at those legs which
led my eyes right up to the aforementioned 100%
pure-grade, boy-ass.  What a prize he is.  I asked
Pete about his quarter-inch pubes and he said he
buzzed them himself using his father's beard trimmer.
I didn't ask why.


I didn't want to go into the "why" of it.   I was very
hot for a thing called "fucking" so I dropped the
subject of buzzed pubes while dropping my shorts.
Keeping with my theme of changing it up a little,
today I started off with a half dozen smacks on his
ass,  "just to tenderize your hole", was my
explanation for the smacks.   The smacks got Pete
pushing up and back with his bum while I was fingering
him.  Jeez, he was turned-on even before I entered
him.  Apparently he was very excited about the
dominant little spanking and when I pushed my boner up
his tight hole he continued with the pushing back at
me with each thrusts of my hips...I'd shoved my boner
all the way up his ridiculously tight hole in one
quick movement and, if possible,  it felt even better
than it felt yesterday.   Pete was going,
"Yes...yes..yes".

I was doing deliberate semi-slow long thrusts up that
tight, tight chute and it felt so good I just shook my
head in disbelief.  Every dozen thrusts I had to stop
for thirty seconds or so because I was right on the
edge of climaxing.  During my pauses I'd push Pete's
hand away from his boner and stroke that long shaft of
his myself.  Using a very tight grip I stroked his
boner from his nuts all the way up to the swollen head
and back down, over and over.  The head of his boner
was large and I fantasized Pete pushing that thing up
my hole.  I was very turned-on.

This was hot, fun, sex....a kind like I'd never really
experienced before.  Sex for the pure pleasure of
it....no complicated personal inter-action concerns
between the participants.  He asked me for a sex favor
and I'd said, "Sure Kid, glad to help out".  Fucking
Pete was such a major turn-on I constantly thought I
was going to explode with cum blasts at each
penetration,  but  somehow I managed to curtail it and
continue to enjoy plowing Pete's amazing ass.

Pete's pushing back at my humps started throwing my
rhythm off and after a few minutes I reached around
his belly with my arm and from his bent over position
at the sink I pulled him upright so that his back was
up against my chest and then I humped in and out of
him hard in that position.  He liked this position and
was going "Oh, Ah"  with each penetration so maybe I
was hitting his prostate just right.  Whatever the
cause it got him squirming and grinding his ass back
into my crotch which felt excellent on my boner.  The
smell of his thick ponytail hair was intoxicating too.
 It tickled my nose each time I drove my  boner up in
him as far and as hard as I could.  Pete continued
grunted with an "Oh, AH" every hump.

After a short while Pete reached his left hand behind
me grabbing my ass cheeks trying to pull me more into
him with each of my thrusts.  He was doing quiet
squealing along with the grunts now, while at the same
time he fisted his boner wildly and finally did climax
with an initial spray of cum that I felt on my legs.
That was just pre cum stuff though because this boy
generates a lot of creamy, teenager cum and after the
quick spray, his real cum blast was a thick gob of
creamy goop that flew straight up in the air, made a
looping curve and landed in the sink..... splat.  Nice
shot!

He was making "woofing" sounds with each shot as his
muscular hole ring tightened unbelievably on my cock,
just like Monday.   I soon fired off my load in the
condom that Pete once again had provided.  All the
while I was squeezing that skinny, tight, boy-body of
Pete's against me for all I was worth.  I felt the
silky hair of his legs rubbing against my almost
hairless ones.  Everything with this kid was a total
sexual turn-on.

Well, everything except that Pete didn't have that
sexy personal scent that Frankie's body has... Pete's
was neutral, but all that hair on his head smelled
nice and everything else about this experience was
totally fabulous.  I really wanted to kiss and fondle
him some,  but he wouldn't cooperate at all with that
so I settled for that great hug I'd given him during
the fuck.  We got ourselves put back together and then
went out for a quick smoke and a coffee on the loading
dock.   Pete said his hole hurt too much to sit down
so we drank our coffees standing up, leaning a little
against each other...together.  It was nice.

We thought about squeezing in another quickie at
afternoon break, but during lunch  Pete reluctantly
told me that his hole was too sore for an afternoon
fuck.  Walking around the office delivering the mail
had further aggravated his sore bum.  I got a random
hot thought... how about during the afternoon break
Pete gives my hole a workout.  Oh my God, did that
thought give me a boner, but at the same time I felt
really nervous about the size of Pete's cock.
Cristobal's penis was almost as thick as Pete's and
Alexander's was almost as long, but combining the
thickness and length into one extra big boner, like
Pete's.....well, that made me think twice about him
fucking me with something like that.

Pete ask me, in his soft voice, why I was being so
quiet and so I mentioned that I'd been thinking about
asking him to give me a fuck later this afternoon.  I
said to him, "My hole isn't sore".  Pete looking up at
me,  in a very sincere manner exclaimed, "Oh, it will
be sore if I fuck you, Oliver."  He hesitated,
thinking about something for a second while I thought
about the size of his cock again and a shiver ran up
and down my back.  Then  Pete said, " But to come to
think about it, my friend Ricky always tells me it's
worth it....getting fucked by me is worth the sore
butt.   The only way I know to use this big cock of
mine is to fuck hard and rough.  Ricky likes it that
way and he says it's well worth the sore ass to get
the thrill-of-a-lifetime fuck.  That's what he always
says... thrill-of-a-lifetime-fuck."

I stared at him, hardly believing my ears, as Pete
gave his speech.  It was by far the longest speech I'd
ever heard Pete make.  It also got me so hot I was
squirming in my seat and groping my semi-boner.  Pete
didn't sound shy when he talked about fucking someone.
 He sounded confident,  but not arrogant or boastful
at all.....just matter-of-fact, pretty much like he
always sounds, except confident too. He was so sincere
with his quiet voice, but his words certainly got my
attention... him talking about his big cock  and how
he fucks rough and all that.  I was scared, but even
so I said, "Hey, it's my turn now.  I really would
like you to fuck me, Pete.  Please."  He shrugged and
said, " OK then, Oliver,  you'll get the whole deal.
I'll give you my 'Ricky special' fuck."

I was as nervous as can be all afternoon waiting for
the late break.  When it got here Pete came by and in
kind of a bossy manner he motioned through the cafe's
glass door that he wanted me to go in the small
lavatory now.  He pantomimed me taking down my pants
and then he mouthed "I'll be in to fuck you shortly."
It was as if he were a different boy.  It was fun,
plus it got me excited and my cock hard to be bossed
around by young Pete.  I stiff-legged into the
lavatory and pulled my pants off and waited nervously
for him.  He was there in a minute or so and as he
locked the door he said, "Take the rest of your
clothes off and bend over with your hands on your
knees, Oliver.  Don't talk unless I tell you to and be
especially quiet during your spanking."  I
thought...."spanking?  A little pay back I guess."


I undressed the rest of the way, including my socks
and got in the position Pete had told me to.   Pete
took all his clothes off while I waited.  Without
hesitating he wet his hand in the sink and began
smacking my bare ass with his wet hand.  I stayed bent
over with my hands on my knees exactly like he'd
instructed and tried not to react to the smacks.  In
between smacks Pete fondled my nuts and dick and my
boner came right up and began bouncing off my belly
with each new smack on my ass.  Pete's smacks were
serious and they really stung, but weren't what I'd
call particularly painful.  Mostly the spanking caused
Pete's and my cocks to stay real firmed-up. In Pete's
case his firmed-up to the biggest boner I'd ever seen.
 Mine was a bone hard six inches as it normally is.

 After a minute my ass was beginning to sting
uncomfortably, but just when I was considering saying
something Pete stopped the spanking and began pushing
creamy style Vaseline up my hole.  It really felt so
soothing, so very nice and the contrast to the smacks
made it all seem that much nicer and made me look
forward to whatever came next.  I started breathing
regularly again and I wanted to stroke my boner, but
thought I better not since Pete wanted me staying
still.  He fingered my hole with one finger, then two
fingers and then three fingers which became too tight
and a little painful causing me to grunt.  I just gave
a small grunt, but Pete slapped my ass hard this time
and said, "No sounds at all, Oliver, please.  It ruins
the mood for me".    Whatever.      I suppose this was
the "rough" part of it and that's fine, I just wish I
could jack off a bit.

The fingering of my hole quickly had me forgetting
about the spankings and I began squirming and pushing
back on his fingers.  All of a sudden I realized I
wanted Pete to do it....he really had me ready and
anxious for a fucking.  It was that big boner of
Pete's,  I really wanted it in me.   That last smack
on my ass had hurt and I didn't want another one.....
except, I know it's weird, but the thought of another
one was kind of sexy too.

Pete, at the moment, didn't appear concerned how I
felt about things.  He told me to stay bent over....
then he took his good old time wiping his fingers on
paper towels to get the Vaseline residue off. The way
he'd put it, in an off-hand manner, was... "Just stay
like you are.  I'll tell you when you need to move."
My stinging bare ass began to cool off in the air
conditioned lavatory.  I took a peek behind me from my
bent over position and saw Pete's impossibly big boner
swaying back and forth as he cleaned his fingers. I
thought, "Damn, this might not work".

Pete continued taking his good old time cleaning his
hand and when he was finally satisfied they were clean
enough he roughly grabbed hold of my hips and said,
"Get a hold on the sink, Oliver, and stay still."  He
moved in position behind me and leaned his crotch
against my bum cheeks with that long boner of his
pointing down my crack and his almost shaved pubes
scraping my ass.  Looking between my legs I saw the
lower half of Pete's hard, swollen boner pulsating
there below my balls.  The condom reached only half
way up the shaft. My boner was up against my belly,
quivering.  " Remember, Oliver, I don't want to hear
anything from you."  He rubbed his big cock long-ways
up and down my crack for a minute, moaned a little and
then backed up and I couldn't see his cock anymore.  I
couldn't see it, but I knew it was there and oh my
God, I felt real fear of that huge cock now and I
almost said, "Stop", but I didn't.

Pete wrapped his right leg around my right leg and
pulled mine way over to the side.  The muscle in his
calf against my leg was like smooth granite, it was so
hard.  He could easily have made me fall over by
pulling my leg further to the side, his leg was that
strong.  I felt the hairs on his leg tickling my leg
and I tried to move my leg more against those hairs,
but Pete prevented it.  Pete said, "Keep your leg over
there."   I had a tingle of fear and a little bit of a
sexy thrill too from the manner Pete went about
everything.   I felt sort of captured by him, like I
almost didn't matter by now.  I wanted it ...and I
didn't want it... but it seemed to me that the only
thing that mattered at this point is what young Pete
wanted.  I was breathing fast little breaths and my
heart was beating fast.  I thought, "It won't be long
now."

With my leg out to the side it brought my ass down
lower.  I guess Pete wanted this position because he's
shorter than me and with my hole down in this position
he could drive his cock straight up inside me.  But
first he had to open me up enough to get his
log-of-a-cock past my tight ring.  He began pushing
his large swollen cock head up against my hole's
entrance repeatedly with little, firm bumpy pushes.
The fingering had softened up the resistance some, but
not enough to allow the swollen head of Pete's big
boner in.

He continued bumping my hole's entrance with the hard
head of his boner until my hole loosened-up some more,
he did it for maybe a minute, tops.... my hole was
full of creamy Vaseline and soon enough it opened just
enough to allow half of that big cock head to slip
inside me.  He was inside me about three-quarters of
an inch and the pain was immediately piercing and
intolerable.   Pete held my hips tightly in position
and without any hesitatation he forcefully humped the
entire head inside me.   I may have blacked-out for a
second or so.  It was intense, searing  pain.

It was both intensely painful and intensely sexy at
the same time.  You know, to be used like this by the
young mail-room boy who seemingly knew he was hurting
me, but didn't care.  To Pete's credit he did wait a
good two minutes with just the head of his cock inside
me before he proceeded.  During that time he talked
quietly and massaged my shoulders.  He talked in his
low, every-day voice saying things like, "Don't worry
Oliver.  Now that my big cock head has us bound
together we're half way there.  Your hole feels pretty
good on my boner...nice and tight.  After I've fucked
you you'll probably want me to do you again tomorrow
and that's OK, but remember I like it when you do me
too.  We can take turns, OK?  Oh, and,  thank you.
This is just as much fun as I thought it would be.
Get ready now."

Another long speech for Pete.  I gave him a short one,
"This really, really hurts.  You've done this before
with your friend, right Pete?"  Without answering me
he smacked the side of my thigh and in his quiet voice
he said "No whining"  and he plowed all the way up my
hole.  It felt like his cock head was three inches
wide and I cried out as he forced it all the way up
inside me...up, up, up, up until I felt like it was
poking my lungs.  He smacked the sides of my head
half-heartedly because I'd made a sound while he was
impaling me ...impaling me on the largest boner I'd
ever seen.

Pete was methodical and deliberate and I just knew...I
was positive, that nothing I said would get him to
stop fucking me.  It hurt like hell, but at the same
time I also enjoyed it too, pretty much right from the
start.  Like he said, this is fun.  A little more pain
than even I expected, but still fun.  I loved the way
Pete was totally in charge while at the same time he
never raised his voice or spoke in a threatening
manner.  He always sounded matter-of-fact friendly,
just like he always sounded.  He also seemed very
innocent-like.  That's the image I kept getting in my
head...how innocent he appeared to be.  It was so
strange..... and exotic at the same time.  At every
point in the fuck it seemed that Pete was anxious to
extract as much hot pleasure as possible for himself,
while at the same time he gave the impression he was
doing me a favor.

A couple of minutes of painful thrusts while my hole
was continuing to expand, accommodating Pete's huge
cock,  and then it all started feeling much
better..... and then oh so good like we all knew it
would.  To be this filled-up ...damn, it was something
special.  Pete did know what he was doing afterall.
His fat, long boner touched everything simultaneously
up there inside my hole.  This included constant
stimulation on my prostate and the feeling of pleasure
grew and grew.  I looked up to see Pete's reflection
in the mirror over the sink.  He had his eyes lightly
closed again and a determined set to his mouth, his
big ponytail flying around as he fucked me with
abandon.

This most certainly wasn't anything to do with love,
it was pure individual sexual pleasure and it felt
pretty good. My nipples were so hard and pointy they
ached with pleasure. I had to hold onto the sink
tightly at times, especially when Pete would bend low
down and pile drive up into me while all the time
holding a handful of my bum cheeks or the skin at my
waist to help him pump with the most force he could
muster.  I guess it was all part of the "Ricky
special" or whatever the hell he had called it earlier
......it sure was a "rough" fuck, I'll say that.  And
I was not anxious for it to end either.

 I heard myself whimpering with pleasure just before I
shot-off my long, hard cum load.  My load fired off a
few minutes before Pete's did and when I was shooting
my cum shots against the lavatory's wall and
tightening my hole ring on Pete's massive boner he
burst-out with a few chuckles and then would grunt
with each contraction, "Yes"   "Oh Yes"  "Yeah, yeah,
yeah"  and he smacked my ass a couple of times and
really pumped my hole.   At times he'd cup a hand onto
each of my shoulders, pulling me back into him for
maximum humping leverage.    Pete humped that long,
fat cock all the way up inside me till his balls swung
up and bounced off the back of my thighs.  I was
sweating pretty good and so was Pete.  Each time his
crotch connected with my ass cheeks it sounded like a
wet smack.

When he stopped humping me, to catch his breath or
take a short break,  he'd begin grinding a circular
pattern on my ass cheeks with those closely cut pubes
and the scratchy feel of them was one more sexy thing
to add to the mix.  I was seeing points of black and
white in my vision and my breathing was raspy, but my
hole felt so good with each of Pete's penetration I
thought I might be dreaming.  Pete humped me for about
three minutes after I'd shot my load and he was
scratching an itch deep inside my hole somewhere and
it felt so fine.

I was beginning to get dizzy from the jostling of
Pete's humping, but then just when I felt that
fabulous feeling of a second squirt of cum preparing
to shoot up from my nuts,  Pete's cock began expanding
inside me and he got frantic with his humping.
Shortly,  making grunting and squealing sounds he blew
a large, creamy load of 17-year-old-boy's spunk into
that condom and then another shot and he smacked my
ass with each one, and another and another.  I think
he made at least five big shots of cum to fill-up that
XXXLarge condom..

He humped in and out of me for three or four minutes
after his big climax going  "Ahh...Ahhh...Ahh  Ohh
Ohh"   I didn't want him to stop fucking me and I
continued to stroke my cock hoping he'd fuck me all
afternoon.  Pete was beat though and he pulled his
long, softening cock out of my hole.  It seemed to
take a while and it felt so good coming out I had to
bite my lip to keep from moaning with pleasure again.
When his huge cock head was at my ring he stopped for
a second.  Then he humped back and that still-swollen
fat cock head popped out of my hole...and, like Pete
this morning, I went, "Ohhhhh  ohhhh".  It really hurt
and really felt good at the same time.  Pete was
spent.  As soon as the cock head popped out of me a
lot of cool air rushed up my wide-open hole.  That did
not feel good.

I reached back there and felt how my ass hole was
gaping open.  It was also painful, especially my
hole's muscular ring  and now that there wasn't the
pleasure feeling to go along with the pain the whole
thing began to seem terribly wrong.  Not to Pete
though, he took a deep breath and quietly said, "Man,
that was good!  Oh, don't worry about that big
opening, Oliver...it will close up in a while."  Pete
was getting dressed as he said those things.  I didn't
say anything because I felt like I was going to shit
myself so I sort of waddled into a toilet stall and
sat down just in time to take a dump which hurt like
hell coming out.  Oh my God, my hole ached like it was
broken or something.  When I wiped myself there was
some blood on the toilet paper.

All of these things kind of ganged-up on me, taking me
by surprise and fucked with my head a little and I let
it piss me off.    I let myself get mad at Pete too,
like it was all his fault.  I thought, "Never again!".
  I staggered outside to find Pete on the loading dock
looking very pleased with himself.   He was calmly
drinking a Snapple Lemon flavored ice tea and he had
one of my cigarettes lit and held loosely in his
fingers.  There was a bottle of Snapple for me on the
dock too. I took in the whole scene with a grumpy look
on my face.

 It was difficult to walk my normal way so I sort of
did a Frankenstein imitation over to where Pete was
standing.  He got a bemused, friendly, look on his
baby face watching me hop over to him.   Looking at
him it was hard to believe that he had a cock large
enough to put me in this condition. The thought of
sitting down was out of the question.  Pete blew a
smoke ring and asked, "Was I right, Oliver?  You
hoping I'll do you again tomorrow?"  Then he must have
noticed the look on my face because he asked, " You
OK?"

I gave Pete a hard look as I waved dismissively at his
smoke ring, I could feel my eyes get teary with anger.
 Even though I knew I was acting like a baby I said,
"Who said you could have one of my cigarettes?  And,
you don't have to worry about me begging for another
fuck, Pete.  I don't want nothing to do with that.
You hurt me and I'm really disappointed you treated me
that way."  Pete was shocked at my comments and right
away he got his own teary eyes.  From his point of
view he'd done me just like he'd done his friend Ricky
any number of times and Ricky had never accused him of
hurting him...like, on purpose.

Pete started in saying how sorry he was, but that he
thought I was having a good time,  what with me cuming
as hard as I did and moaning with pleasure and all...
 A big fat tear rolled down his cute face and just
like that I felt like such a dick.  I said, "Oh man,
I'm so wrong about this.  Pete, it's alright...I'm
just fucked up right now" and I hugged his shoulders
and went on to tell him that it's just that I wasn't
use to feeling this way after sex and I don't know why
I tried to take it out on him. It's not his fault.

What a jackass I was for getting pissed-off at Pete.
I gave him a kiss on his cheek to show him how much I
liked him.... which he managed to tolerate OK so I
gave him one near his mouth.  He gave me a shy grin
then and hugged me around the waist.  I think he gave
me a quick peck on my neck too, but I'm not positive.
Anyway, after everything was said and done we were
buddies again.......but, of course, I still had the
sorest ass I've ever had.

As we were leaving the dock, and just to be saying
something,  I asked Pete how many times he'd fucked
Ricky and he said, " fifty or sixty times ".  I almost
choked.  Pete had been fucked only six times by Ricky
and he fucks Ricky sixty times.  It just made me smile
and I had to shake my head.  That Ricky must have a
cast iron hole.

Pete went off to do his mail run, but I didn't do
anything on the loading dock the rest of the day
except smoke some cigarettes and drink some sodas and
take care of my sore hole.  Because I wasn't doing any
work I thought, "I feel kinda like Rocky,  a little
bit anyway...HA!"  Except Rocky can sit down which is
something I didn't want to do at the moment.
Unfortunately, there is no way to avoid sitting down
driving a car so my ride home was not fun.

By Wednesday morning my hole was feeling sort of OK
again, not great...but OK.  I knew that Pete had a
personal day off today.  He was having an annual
physical at the doctors and having his dental check-up
too.  He needed to get these things done for his high
school sports status.  Pete will  be starting his
junior year of high school a week before I'll be
starting my freshman year at the University of
Pennsylvania.  Just as well Pete was out for the day
because I wasn't much interested in fucking or being
fucked.  A rare day for me in that regard.

After work Wednesday I was driving to Frankie's house
to visit my sick friend.  I missed him more than I can
tell you and I was  hoping we might be able to swap
some spit in his bedroom.  During the drive I thought
some about Pete fucking me and was shocked to discover
that somehow, during the day,  I had changed my mine
and now I thought I might want him to do me again.  It
was the weirdest thing, but I guess the wide range of
sexual stimulation that a huge cock on a young, cute,
kid like Pete can provide had me considering all of it
again.  I didn't even think about the pain part.

 Jeez, driving along, all of a sudden I thought about
sucking Pete's huge cock too and even about Pete
fucking my throat  with that gigantic boner of his and
it had me groping my own dick.  Seems like there's
magic in the huge cocks.  Where did these thoughts
come from anyway?  I can't help wondering if I might
be some kind of a pervert?  I'll ask Christian about
that when I see him.

Truth is,  I was letting my mind wonder all over the
place because last night's phone conversation with
Frankie had me feeling jittery and uneasy.  There was
this premonition of disaster hanging around that I
couldn't shake.  Something about the way Frankie
sounded last night or maybe it had been his choice of
words that bothered me.   Hopefully I'm misreading the
situation.  I'd been very uncomfortable with my sore
rear end and I probably misinterpreted Frankie's weak
responses about me visiting him.  I'd expected him to
be excited about it and instead I got the impression
he was bored or preoccupied or something like that.

Worrying about that stuff made me miss his exit and I
had to back-track, but right after that I found the
house quickly.  I parked in front of his ranch style
house thinking, "Which of the houses on either side of
Frankie's is Darleen's?   Then I said out loud, "Oh
fuck!  She'll definitely be with Frankie and that's
the last thing I need."  Right there on the passenger
seat was my surprise "get-well" present for him.
Frankie always loved my Mom's lunches and we switched
lunches just about every day at work.   So,  today I
skipped lunch all-together and was giving Frankie my
whole brown bag lunch along with our favorite drink, a
bottle of Kiwi-Strawberry Snapple.  But if Darleen's
going to be there it will just look stupid....me
handing him my bag lunch.  It's a personal thing just
between Frankie and me.  Shit!  I hate her.

I took a chance and brought the lunch along with me.
The pretty woman who answered the door looked like
Frankie's older sister except he didn't have an older
sister.  A second look and I realized it was Frankie's
mother.  She was very young looking and I saw who
Frankie got his bright red hair from.  It looked
better on Frankie.  She smiled and said, "You must be
Oliver. Oh my, aren't you the cutest thing.  Frankie's
in the back yard in the chaise lounge sitting in the
shade.  He said he was getting cabin fever in his
room."  I thanked her and, trying to remember what
cabin fever was, followed her through their small
house and out the back screen door.  She said, "He's
sitting behind that shrub in front of the garage".
Frankie was hidden from view and it's the damnest
thing, but I felt nervous about seeing him.

Frankie was looking over at me when I walked around
the flowering shrub..... he'd heard the back door
slam.   The second our eyes met he gave me the warmest
smile I think I've ever gotten from anyone.  He looked
pale which showed-off his bright red hair and, behind
his round eyeglasses, his dark blue eyes.....  and add
to that,  rosy red lips and milk white teeth and his
cute nose and chin and dimples ......it all added-up
to the perfect picture of a boy.  Frankie was
shirtless, he and I both have skinny chest and arms
with no hair at all except for a touch under our arms
....Frankie's was a hint of red against that pale pink
body of his.

It was fairly hot and he was wearing only a pair of
cut-off jeans which had been cut-off way up at the
crotch so his legs looked real long and thin with
perfectly shaped calf muscles and just a sprinkling of
short, light hairs on the lower portion of his legs.
He looked good enough to eat or at least lick and
suck....lick and suck from his big toe to the tip of
his flat-top red hair.  My heart thumped in my chest,
heavy and fast.  I was madly in love with Frankie
Nerney.

Walking over I smiled back at him as hard as I could
and Frankie said, "Whatcha got there, Oliver?"  I
handed him my lunch and he said,  "Thanks, Dude".  He
immediately  opened the bag and took out the sandwich
for a big bite.  With a mouthful of chicken salad
sandwich he said, "This is the best get-well present
I've ever gotten."  Small pieces of chicken flew out
of his mouth as he talked.  I had to laugh because
everything is over-the-top with Frankie and, the other
thing is....  I've never seen anybody eat as much and
stay so thin.  Now my premonition of disaster seemed
groundless, everything was good between Frankie and
me.......plus, no Darleen in sight either.

We talked about work while Frankie ate everything in
my lunch bag.  As he was finishing the second of two
vanilla cup cakes, with a big grin on his face and
vanilla icing shining on his teeth, he held out his
hand for the Snapple drink.  I took the two steps to
him with the bottle and when I handed it to him
Frankie took hold of my wrist and pulled me down
toward him.  When my head was lower Frankie cupped the
back of my neck with his right hand and pulled my head
down and kissed my mouth.  A happy tear ran down my
face as we French kissed and I shared the last taste
of that second vanilla cup cake with Frankie.

After a thirty second kiss Frankie said, "Thanks for
my present, Oliver.  It was delicious."  I looked
right in his big blue eyes thinking, "so are you".....
Frankie's closest eyeglass lens was misted over from
the heat of our kiss   .....and it had been hot.  I
had to sit down on the edge of the chaise lounge or
faint.  As I've said any number of times, I never know
what to expect from Frankie.  I had almost cum in my
pants during that totally unexpected kiss.  All I
could manage to say about Frankie's thank you was,
"Yeah, sure.....  glad ya liked it, Dude."

It was awkward sitting on the edge of his chair so I
stumbled up and, to break out of the awkwardness, I
asked if we could grab a smoke somewhere.  Frankie
loved that idea because he hadn't had a smoke in five
days.  He didn't want his Mom seeing him smoke though
because her lecture about the evils of the cigarette
had been heard too many times already.  Frankie
grunted and held his right side when we stood up.  He
also felt at the back side of his left knee and
grimaced as we walked.  "Let's go inside the garage,
Oliver.  We'll sneak a smoke in there like I use to do
when I was twelve years old.  Ha ha."

Their garage had too much junk in it to park a car in.
 It was more like a storage area.  Frankie sat on an
old canvas director's chair and groaned again.  "This
fucking incision still hurts like hell" he said while
extending his left leg straight out away from
him...there is something odd about that, I thought.  I
gingerly sat down on an unbalanced straight-back
kitchen chair and I had to stifle my  own groan
because I didn't want to tell Frankie why my ass was
sore. We smoked and talked about Frankie's operation.
During our second cigarette Frankie got up gingerly
and limped over to stand in front of me.  With his
cigarette dangling from the side of his mouth and his
eye squinted closed from the smoke he took my hand and
said, "Wait till you feel this" and he pushed my hand
down inside his cut-offs, he wasn't wearing
underpants.

I felt smooth skin all around.  Then I felt his cock
and balls and still the skin all around was as smooth
as a baby's bottom.  Frankie told me some old guy
shaved him before the operation and the old guy had
done a lot of dick and nut grabbing while he was at it
too.  Frankie said it was disgusting, but a nurse had
already shot him up with something and he was getting
very woozy so he couldn't object.

That made me think of the time, using a pair of
scissors, I'd cut most of Frankie's red pubic hairs
off so I could locate the splinter he'd gotten from
the old loading dock.   I'd opened and closed those
sharp scissors time and time again, making sure to
hold onto his cock and move it clear of my barbering.
I had cut those pubic hairs quickly causing a shower
of bright red pubes that had blown softly around in
the warm breeze with the sun reflecting off of them
and making me think, "how beautiful".  Many of the
shorn red pubes settled on my own legs temporarily,
before blowing off onto the loading dock.  I'd cut
much more of Frankie's bush than necessary because it
had been such a turn-on for me.....so hot.  My boner
came up fast and hard from the memory.

Frankie was still talking, "I bet that old bastard
sucked me off after I was knocked out.  What da you
think, Oliver?"  I shook my head a little, groped my
boner and gulped at the thought of the last time I
sucked Frankie off.  The old guy was the last thing
Frankie remembered until he woke up the next day.
Frankie explained how fast, how surreal,  the entire
experience of the burst appendix and the trip to the
hospital and the operation and all that was.  While he
told me all about it I continued to rub his crotch
area and massage his cock and balls... my boner was
painfully stretched in my drawers.  Frankie looked
down at me with a mysterious look on his face, but he
didn't pull away from me ... his big cock was getting
very hard.

When he was done his story he took a drag of his
cigarette and pulled my hand out of his pants.
Exhaling a lot of smoke in my face, Frankie said, "I
got to sit down, Oliver.  Hope ya don't mind."  He sat
on my lap facing me and wrapped one arm around my neck
to pull me in for another kiss while at the same time
taking off his glasses and setting them on a pile of
newspapers.  I gasped at the added weight on my sore
bum,  but soon forgot all about that.  I could smell
Frankie's unique  natural scent and my heartbeat
accelerated dramatically.  For his first kiss we both
had cigarette smoke in our lungs and as we kissed it
drifted out the corners of our lips.  During one kiss
Frankie blew smoke into my mouth and I inhaled it and
blew that same smoke out my nose.  Neither of us said
anything, we were use to goofing around with each
other..... doing nutty things, and kissy things too.

When our cigarettes were finished we dropped them on
the cement floor and really went at our make-out and
spit swapping.  Frankie kept his arm tight around my
neck and my face pressed tight with his face.  Our
mixed spit soon spread all over our faces and we
rubbed our slippery noses together and licked eack
others teeth and tongue and lips and ears and neck.
Frankie lapped his wet tongue up the hairs at the top
of my forehead until they were soaked enough that they
stood up in a long-hair imitation of the way Frankie's
much shorter hairs stand-up on his head.

We grunted like a couple of wild animals and after
licking each other's face we always returned right
back to the kissing.  I felt my balls tighten-up a
number of times and I tried to hold back from cuming
as long as I could, but I finally couldn't stop the
cum from cuming.  While I had both my arms wrapped
around Frankie's back a hard stream of cum shot out of
my boner and it was like a strong beer-piss, that's
how long and hard the stream of cum was.  I almost
passed out from the sensation.  The rest of my body
froze in place while cum seemingly screamed out of my
boner on it's own....it felt kind of like a scream.

What a sensation it is to spontaneously climax...truly
unbelievable, but it leaves me feeling slightly sick
to my stomach for a few seconds.  I had to take fast,
panting breaths as sweat popped out on my forehead and
then a wave of shivers..... and then came those
fantastic after climax sensations moving out from my
groin in all directions.  While climaxing I was
grunting sounds and words, "Ahhhhhhh..... Oh my
God...Ahhhh  Ahhh" as the cum flew out the slit at the
tip of my boner and then those wonderful
after-affects....... and then I felt all that cum
start to cool off in my lap and wet through the front
of my shorts.

Frankie smiled through our kiss when I was climaxing,
me humping my crotch up off the chair and all my moans
and shivers of ecstasy. Shortly after I calmed down he
undid the snap on his cut-offs and he pulled my hand
to his big dripping boner and I jerked him off.  It
didn't take long for him to shoot a lot of cum onto my
T shirt, all around my chest and belly.  Frankie was
gasping from his climax in one breath  and then
groaning in pain from his incision in the next breath.
 We both calmed down after a bit and Frankie rested
his chin on my shoulder and quietly said, "I've been
missing you, Dude."  I couldn't speak yet so I just
nodded my head up and down.

Frankie slowly got off my lap and laughed at me
because, once again, I was covered in both our cum
blasts.  I jokingly said, "How the fuck am I going to
walk through your house covered in cum?  Look at the
front of my pants, for Christ sake."  We got into a
laugh-a-thon frame of mind... with Frankie laughing,
then groaning from the pain in his side again.  I had
to believe Frankie was in more pain than he let on
because I could sense something was "off" with his
laughing.  I couldn't put my finger on it though.

Later Frankie dug up an old  Pittsburgh Pirates T
shirt that was much too big for me, but it did cover
all the wet cum spots.  We laughed at how stupid I
looked in that old raggedy, XXL  T shirt.  Frankie put
his glasses back on and seemed serious again as he
said, "Lets get some fresh air, Oliver" and we went
back outside.  I felt good, but maybe a  little
apprehensive too.  For fun I let myself think about
Frankie doing me like Pete did me yesterday.  That
thought was so sweet it allowed me to ignore my
feeling of apprehension temporarily..... that thought
of Frankie fucking me.  In my mind I said, "It will
happen someday.  I just know it will."

Outside,  Frankie had that serious look on his face
and he turned to me twice as we walked in his yard, it
seemed like he wanted to tell me something, but both
times he made a small shake of his head and he didn't
say anything.  Back at his seat, behind the flowering
shrub, Frankie grimaced and grabbed at his knee when
he sat down.  He had a bandage taped on the underside
of his knee that I hadn't noticed before,  "What
happened to the back of your knee, Frankie?"  He
looked away and again shook his head slightly,  when
he looked back over at me he had tears in his eyes.
Brushing his eyes with the back of his hand he said,
"I don't want to ruin our reunion, Oliver.  It's
nothing".

He seemed so different from just a couple of minutes
earlier, I felt fear for a second so I said, "Please
tell me, Frankie.  What is it?  You're freaking me
out."  Frankie took a deep breath and then started-out
by saying, "You're really the only best friend I can
ever remember having, Oliver.  I mean except for
Darleen all these many, many years.   She always says
she's my best friend......and to tell ya the truth
that's getting pretty god damn old by now.  Oh shit, I
hate like hell dropping all this dumb stuff on you,
Oliver ....worrying you with all my problems.  I feel
I just gotta tell somebody though.  And I trust you
more than anybody else, Oliver .....you know, to keep
my secrets...and, with everything."

Frankie went on to tell me, "First off,  because of
the appendectomy, I can't work so right away Darleen's
family assumes I'll be going with them to their summer
vacation spot on Friday.  It's the same shore spot you
went to this summer,  Wildwood, New Jersey.   They'll
stay there right up till the day before we have to
come back to register for our college classes.
Oliver, I don't want to go to the shore with them, but
I'm going to go anyway for two reasons:  1-because I'd
hurt their feelings if I don't.  And 2- because
somehow, somewhere, someplace I've got to start
breaking the news to Darleen that I don't love her".

Hearing this my eyes opened wide.  This news about
Frankie's feelings for Darleen came out of nowhere and
I sucked a lot of air into my lungs and then let it
out slowly and quietly trying to digest this latest
development.  Frankie was oblivious to my reaction,
instead he mumbled,  " I have no fucking idea how I'm
going to go about explaining this to Dartleen of
course, but maybe I'll get lucky and something will
develope in Wildwood.  At the very least I need to lay
the ground-work for breaking-up with her.  Ya know
Oliver,  I don't think I ever loved her."  His eyes
filled up again and he said, "She's been running my
god damn life for years and I'm sick of it."

I nodded my head as if I understood and agreed with
everything he said, but it was all so unexpected it
was difficult for me to absorb it completely.   From
my view-point, this news about Darleen was fabulous
and it took a conscious effort on my part not to break
out in a huge smile or maybe a cheer with some
applause too........but I didn't dare say or do
anything at all because it might seem like I was
gloating or piling-on or something mean.

Frankie is a sweet guy and he wouldn't take kindly to
me dumping on or making fun of Darleen right now.   I
was thinking about that and then I realized I  was
still nodding my head even though Frankie had stopped
talking.   He was giving me a funny look so I did a
pretend-cough and squinted at something over his
shoulder as if I was nodding at that.  Frankie turned
and looked in that direction as I did another pretend
cough.

The Darleen situation was a big problem for Frankie,
but it was a real bright spot in my life.   But,  just
as I was secretly feeling really good about life in
general and especially life without Darleen, Frankie
dropped the bombshell on me.  He'd given up trying to
find what I was nodding at over his shoulder and
looking back at me he told me about the very serious
and dangerous problem he had. Darleen was one thing,
but this was the kind of problem that made me remember
how life can really suck if you're not very careful or
wicked lucky.  Franky hadn't been careful or lucky
with this.  This one had to do with the money he owed
Fallon.

Frankie hasn't been able to work for Fallon the past
week so he hadn't reduced his debt and in fact the
debt increased because Fallon added on interest which
Frankie called "vig"... and now that Frankie will be
in Wildwood he won't be able to work anything off his
debt the rest of the summer either.   Frankie said,
"I'll owe Fallon over two thousand dollars by the time
college starts and it will then start going up 5% each
week until I pay him back."

I thought, "You got to be kidding me.  This prick
charges 5% interest each WEEK?!"   Frankie was getting
more and more upset with each word.  As he continued,
tears began rolling down his face.   I was totally
speechless because I couldn't remember seeing Frankie
cry before.  He wasn't boo-hooing or anything like
that, just the water works, but still very out of
character for him so I knew there was more to this
situation then the vig.

I had to concentrate on what Frankie was telling me
because of his low voice....   "When I called Fallon
to tell him I'd had the operation he was pissed off,
of course.  No chance he'd give a shit about me, he
cared only about himself and his money.   I hate to
think what he'd have made me do if I was with him when
I told him.  As I said, he was pissed off and that's
when he told me about the 5% weekly vig.  He also
decided that my debt was getting to what he called the
"dangerous level".  He said I'd have to go out on what
he called "dates"  each of my college weekends... with
queer old men.... and do whatever they wanted me to
do.  Fallon said that's the way I would work off the
money I owed him.  He wasn't just  suggesting this, he
was telling me how it was going to be."

Frankie couldn't look me in the eyes now and I
couldn't look him in the eyes either.  I could hardly
hear him when he said, "I told Fallon to go fuck
himself,  which made me feel good at the time.....and
so did slamming down the phone on him.    This all
happened last night, Oliver, and then fifteen minutes
later I got your call and reality started to set in
for me....I was upset talking to you  because talking
to you made me realize everything was for real.  I
knew how dangerous Fallon is and I was afraid you
might be here when something bad happened and you'd
get hurt."

After pausing to work up the courage to continue,
Frankie went on, "Fallon has a vicious temper and I
knew he didn't take lightly someone who owed him two
thousand dollars telling him to go fuck himself and
then slamming the phone down in his ear."  Frankie's
hand was shaking and he stopped talking again
momentarily while he stuck his left leg out in front
of him again and said, "Ouch...damnit, fuck!  that
hurts."   In a resigned voice he began slowly talking
again.  "That fucking Fallon!    Sure enough, this
morning he sent two guys to see me while my parents
were at work.  These two scum-bags came right in my
house and right up to my room.  I couldn't believe it!
 They didn't even ring the bell or knock.  Just picked
the lock and came right in."

He hiccupped a few times and then said,  "Big, ugly,
older men smoking cigars....I was petrified.   They
smacked my face, ripped off my PJs and jerked me
around like I was a fucking rag doll.  That tore out a
few stitches in my incision and hurt like mad.  Then
the fat one held me down while the other one burned
under my leg, behind my knee,  with his cigar until I
passed-out.

Before passing out the fat guy said I was lucky they
didn't burn the end of my dick.  At the time I was
screaming and making noises that didn't sound human so
I had nothing to say to that.....it was as if the
sounds and screams I was doing were coming from
someone else....then I did the unconscious thing, I
guess.  When I came to they said I'd only been out
about thirty seconds, but the burn pain was something
horrible and I promised to do whatever Fallon wanted
me to.  Oliver, they were going to keep burning me
till I promised."

He told me how he'd put ice on the burn after they
left.  Then disinfectant spray and the bandage, but it
still hurts like fire.  Frankie's shoulders were
shaking now and he was crying silently with lots of
tears.  I was shaking like a leaf myself and I felt
afraid for him and for me too I guess...although,  I'm
not sure why I was afraid for me.  Mostly I felt a
murderous anger and rage...an iceberg-of-hate toward
Fallon and those sub-human pieces of shit that had
hurt Frankie.  Red rage flashed through me, but I felt
impotent and weak.  What could I do to make them pay
for this heinous act?  Maybe nothing, but all of a
sudden I knew how I can protect Frankie from future
dealings with them.

Hugging Frankie's shoulders I said, "Fuck them,
Frankie.  You're not going on any dates with any old
homo queer guys.   Next week I'll be in Seattle with
my brother and the first thing I'm doing is asking him
to give me the two thousand dollars you need to get
Fallon out of your life.  Christian is rich, he loves
me and he'll give me the money.  You can pay my
brother back whenever you want... Christian probably
won't even want you to pay him back.  Don't worry
about that fat-fuck Fallon any more.  This situation
is history...it's totally taking care of, bro.  OK,
Frankie?  OK Dude?"

We hugged each other real tight.  Damn, I wish I were
stronger, but I was real scared seeing him like this.
I was glad to detect some 'hope' in Frankie's  voice
when he asked, "Are you sure your brother will give
you that much money, Oliver?"  It took some doing, but
I convinced him it was a "done deal" and that he could
stop worrying about Fallon right this fucking second.
Even at that it took a while for him to get calmed
down and stop crying, then he said, "What I'd really
like to do is kill that son of a bitch.  He's made me
do things with him that I can't even say out loud.
I'm so ashamed and humiliated....I want to kill that
mother fucker!"

Frankie sat in his chair, with me standing close by
him, and like a little kid, he buried his head in my
belly.  A second later he wrapped his arms around my
waist and squeezed tight as he started crying again,
maybe from relief this time.   I wrapped my arms
around the back of his neck.  Through the tears he
began babbling out a long stream of consciousness....
"They scared the shit out of me like I've never been
scared before and I was resigned to doing whatever
Fallon told me to do....ya know,  I couldn't stop
shaking when they were in my room, Oliver, and I
threw-up twice after they left because the pain of
that cigar burning into that soft skin under my knee
was so frightening...... I could smell my own flesh
cooking and, fuck,  I didn't know who to go to for
help, Oliver.  There wasn't anyone."

He was getting it all out of his system I guess and
the tears finally stopped falling.  That's when he
muttered, almost to himself, "Oh  Shit, I feel like
such a dork doing all this crying and carrying on.
What an asshole I am.  I feel like such a cunt crying
like this."   He looked up into my eyes now and said,
 "Promise you won't tell the guys at work, Oliver."

I wasn't telling anybody anything, but I agreed with
Frankie about one thing.....I wanted to kill Fallon
and his dirt-bag hired muscle too.  What I did instead
of murdering anyone, however,  was continue to hug
Frankie and rub his back and run my fingers through
his silky red hair.  His hair wasn't more than an inch
long on top but it felt so soft I couldn't help
putting the side of my face down on the top of his
head....I felt so much love for this boy it almost
made me want to start crying myself.  After Frankie
finally had completely run out of tears it all of a
sudden seemed a bit awkward between the two of
us...all that crying and hugging and everything.
We're nineteen years old and a lot of crying in front
of each other isn't exactly "cool".

After telling Frankie again that everything was going
to be OK and to not worry about anything, I said I had
to start heading home.  It was almost an hour's drive
from here.  He said, "I lov...that is, Ah..you know.
I can't thank you enough, Oliver.  Thanks dude."  We
wandered toward his house and Frankie showed me a way
around a hedge and out to where my car was parked.
So,  I didn't have to go back through his house
afterall, covered in cum or even wearing that stupid
T-shirt.  I pulled off the T shirt and handing it to
Frankie and as soon as we saw my cum stained clothes
again we both gave a small chuckle ...first chuckle in
awhile.

Small talk between us now.  He told me that Darleen's
family had lived in the house on his right, but that
they'd moved away a few years ago.  He said, "When her
father started making big bucks selling insurance they
moved on up to a better neighborhood.  Thinking back
on it, I can't say I was unhappy about it at all.".
Frankie's neighborhood looked fine to me...it looked
like my family's neighborhood actually.

He squeezed the back of my neck and said that he bets
I have no idea how much I mean to him.  I said, "Yeah,
I do know, Frankie.  Better than you,  probably."  I
made it sound kind of like a joke and we chuckled
again. He said, "Oh, by the way, Oliver, thanks for
your note on that corny get-well card Rocky sent
me.... and,  love ya right back, dude."  I felt my
eyes start to tear-up now so I forced a smile, rubbed
Frankie's bright red hair one last time, got in my car
and pulled away from the curb waving goodbye... plus a
toot from my horn, just for the hell of it.

I felt proud of myself.  I felt like a hero to be able
to save Frankie from Fallon's clutches.  Well,
Christian would be the one really saving him, but it
would be through me.  What a wonderful feeling to help
the one you love.  Also, I'd felt Frankie's love, so
why,  I wondered as I drove too fast,  had I started
crying myself now ?   Life is such a mystery.  I drove
with the top down and tried to stop crying and get the
"kewl" feeling I usually got driving this hot Mini
Cooper S convertible and although I never actually got
the feeling, I eventually stopped crying and began to
feel a little closer to fine.

Frankie and me had our plans made.  We would meet at
his school, West Chester University, so I could give
him the money from Christian to pay off Fallon.  I had
the car so that's why I was going to his school. Maybe
I'd stay over, we'd see how things shook out.  That
would be ten days from now.  I wouldn't see him for
ten whole days, but I guess I better get use to not
seeing him for at least a couple of weeks at a time
because we'll be living at different colleges and it
was uncertain how often I'd be able to make the trip
up from the city to see him.  We both understood that.

During the rest of the ride home, what the fuck... I
basked in the knowledge that Frankie was beginning the
process of dumping Darleen.  The way she'd been
manipulating his life in recent years amounted to
nothing less then emotional blackmail.  She didn't
deserve Frankie, not even a little bit of him. One
minute I'd be feeling giddy just thinking about
Frankie dumping her and the next minute my balls would
shrivel-up with fear from thinking about those
perverts burning  Frankie's leg with a cigar. It's
very scary to positively know that there really are
very dangerous people living in our world.... and then
to find  out how easy it is to make a mistake, and get
in over your head, and come face to face with those
very people.

Frankie called me later that night.  It was soon
obvious to me that he was looking for more reassurance
that I'd be able to get the money from Christian.  I
don't blame him.  The thought of those two thugs
returning had Frankie scared to death.  I did
everything I could to put his mind at ease and just
before we hung-up he did seem calmer and even a little
cocky about what he was going to say when he threw
that money at Fallon.  I liked that...Frankie acting
cocky again.

I was out-of-sorts as I arrived at work on Thursday.
Frankie had been in my dreams, and so had Fallon and
the sickos.  Not a good night's sleep.  Pete was back
to work after his day off and seeing his cute face and
tight little body first thing in the morning helped
brighten my outlook quite a bit.  He was real bubbly
and as I rubbed his thick curly hair "for good
luck"..... he whispered excitedly, "Ya want me to do
another "Ricky special" on your ass, Oliver?"  No one
was in our area except us two so I wrapped my arm
around his neck and pulled his face over for a kiss.
A kiss on his cheek and a kiss on his lips too, I
didn't much care anymore...it's our last two days
here.  I said, "I know you don't like kissing, but
you're very kissable and so it's kind of your fault
that I couldn't control myself."  Then I kissed him
again.

Pete was docile, he wasn't pulling away or trying to
avoid my lips.  He said, "I don't mind you kissing me
anymore, Oliver.  It's OK.  Do ya want the "Ricky
special"?"  I let go of his head and said, "No.  I
need to feel your tight hole around my little boner
again, Hotstuff.  OK?"  He said, "Sure.  Morning
break?"  And, morning break it was.  My hole was
feeling fine by now, but it had taken over a day to
recover completely from Pete's "Ricky special" fuck so
I decided to pass on that and enjoy fucking Pete again
instead.  He was always ready to enjoyed it either way
it seems.  We had ourselves a real nice 'quicky' in
the morning and an even nicer one at afternoon break.
I was doing better with my rough stuff apparently
because Pete, after the morning fuck had said, "That
was awesome rough, Oliver.  I think you might even do
me almost as good as Ricky."

Hey, I was proud of myself and that encouraged me into
giving it to him even harder in the afternoon.  He
squealed out when he shot off and it was a  nice
feeling of accomplishment for me.  I was getting close
to out-performing this Ricky guy and giving Pete
something to think about when I'm gone.  These
thoughts made me ask Pete, "What's Ricky like anyway?"
 Pete said, "Oh, nothing unusual, he's just a regular
thirteen year old... except I guess he is pretty small
for his age."  I gasped and inhaled some spit down my
windpipe and had a hell of a time harking it up.  Just
the thought, "Holy shit, Pete's ramming that boner of
his up an under-sized thirteen year old?  God help
them both".

Then I got to laughing out loud at how ridiculous
those naive kids were, and how lucky they were too.
Me coughing still and laughing too with Pete joining
in wholeheartedly with the laughing, although he never
did have a clue what we were laughing about.  When I
stopped laughing I all of a sudden realized that Pete
said I'd done almost as good a job of fucking him as
Ricky did....almost as good as an under-sized thirteen
year old.  Balls to that!  I had to smile again though
and I started up with the laughing again too. It
helped keep my mind off Frankie and the horror of
Fallon.

Unfortunately,  Thursday turned-out to be the last day
of this year's Pete and Oliver's sex orgy. Friday
turned into nothing more than a cook-out/Bar-B-Q day
in the company's parking lot.  It was a farewell to
the summer staff, me and thirty-five others.  There
were too many people milling around all day for Pete
and me to feel comfortable sneaking in a fuck.  On the
plus side though, all the summer staff personnel
received a two hundred dollars bonus,  which was
super.  Pete and me said goodbye without any real
emotion.  We liked each other a lot, but it was just
buddy stuff.

He said it was wicked good fun having sex in the
lavatory and he couldn't wait till next year.  He was
very disappointed he couldn't do a "Ricky-special"
fuck on me once more and I said, "I'm sorry too...next
year for sure, Pete."  He was a fun, fun, fun sex
buddy and I felt so good, sex-wise, after our week of
fucking together.   He really had been what I needed,
when I needed it the most too.   I only hope he had as
much fun as I did.  He said he did..  I haven't been
this sexually satisfied since that second week in
Wildwood at the beginning of the summer, from that hot
time with Alexander.  All it takes is a week of every
day fucking to put me at ease.....and get me feeling
fine.

Everyone was very nice to me saying their goodbyes at
work.  Rocky said I had an automatic spot on the
loading dock team next summer and Mr Brittle said,
"Frankie, I don't believe I've ever heard of anyone
recovering from an operation as fast as you did.  That
shows what a loyal employee you are."  I thanked him
and smiled at Rocky as Rocky shook his head and
grinned.  In the end I wouldn't have hated the job
even if Frankie hadn't been there because most of the
people were great, but Frankie being there had made it
a very, very special experience for me, to say the
least.

I drove home and called Frankie hoping he hadn't left
for Wildwood yet.  His mom said he left a couple hours
ago and that he seemed much better after my visit
Wednesday so she thanked me for, "whatever it was you
said to Frankie, it sure picked-up his spirits."
After that, my thoughts turned to Seattle, Washington.
 I'd never flown before and it was exciting thinking
about it.  Christian had given me a first class ticket
so that was going to be extra fun...you know,
pretending to be important or rich or something.

My parents weren't happy that I was springing a
surprise visit on Christian.  They wanted me to tell
him ahead of time that I was coming, but I made them
promise not to ruin my surprise.  I expect he'll make
a big fuss over me.  We're closer than most brothers.
We also are probably more affectionate toward each
other than most brothers too, but we've been through
hell together.  Christian was the main reason I
managed to survive the death of my best friend in
childhood and he got me through the guilt I had from
being partially responsible for my friend's death too.
 So, Christian and I have been kissing brothers much
of my younger life.  Big deal, that's the way we are.

I kept packing and then unpacking because I kept
changed my mind about what I wanted to take on the
trip.  In the end I took just basic casual clothes and
my toiletries. My dad said I wouldn't even have to
check a suitcase, just put my 'carry-on' bag in the
overhead storage.  Christian can buy be a sport coat
if he wants to take me to a fancy restaurant or
something.  I'm excited and anxious to see my brother.
I know at times I can get too mushy with how much he
means to me and how much I love him and all, but it is
what it is.  Mostly I'm just wicked excited about
seeing him tomorrow!

My plane took off late the next afternoon, Saturday,
from Pittsburgh Airport.  Because of the time change
I'll get in Seattle around six o'clock in the evening.
 I'm taking a chance that Christian doesn't have plans
to go out tonight, or worse that he'll already be out.
  If he's out I have a key to his condo and I'll let
myself in and do some snooping around.  Jeez, this is
going to be such a blast.  Naturally my number one
priority now is getting the money for Frankie, but my
number two priority is important too.  I'm still very
anxious to "come out" to Christian...tell him I'm 100%
gay and happy to be so.  After that I want to tell
Christian about me and Frankie and see what advise he
can give me.  Jesus, I'm wicked excited to see him,
but wicked nervous about the other stuff at the same
time.

Naturally my mom and dad both had to come to see me
off.  It made me feel like a nine year old, but as it
turned out I was glad they were with me.  Inside the
airline terminal it was bedlam.  Jesus Christ, the
line for American Airlines zig-zagged forever up to
the check-in counters.  Dad saw my concerned look and
said, "Oliver, you check-in over there, son.  Not this
line." He pointed to two check-in people at an empty
counter...they both had big, friendly smiles on their
faces.  The counter had a sign that read, "AMERICAN
AIRLINES/FIRST CLASS PASSENGERS".  I thought, "Yeah,
that's me."  It was so cool just walking past all the
'regular' passengers who had been here way ahead of me
and getting my 'boarding pass' and casually heading
over to get a snack before taking my time getting to
my gate.

Mom and dad couldn't go with me to the gate...thank
God....and I was finally on my own.  It was exciting,
just like I thought it would be although I had that
nervouse feeling in my stomach.  The one I get when
I'm doing something for the first time.  I soon found
out that first class passengers boarded the plane
first too.  You know, so we could get comfortable and
have a drink while the "regular" people crammed
themselves into the back section of the plane.

The plane ride was long, but very comfortable.  Big
seats and the cabin attendants were polite...my
attendant was a middle aged man who acted very
affected and made me think that he was almost
certainly gay.  Our eyes met for a second and I had
the feeling he knew I was gay too, even though I can't
imagine how he would.  The food was not special at all
and the movie sucked,  so everything wasn't perfect.
I fell asleep after eating and woke-up when the plane
bumped down on the runway in Seattle, Washington.  My
heart went thump, thump, thump with anticipation.

 I was in Seattle and now all I had to do is get
myself to Christian's condo.... which was located
almost an hour's drive from the airport.  I knew how
to do that too.  Christian had sent me a limo voucher
from the company he works for that I simply hand to
the Seattle limo company driver and tell him the
address.  Simple as that.  Now, how to find the
Seattle limo driver to give the voucher to....hmmmmm?
Ask somebody, dummy.  That's what I did and in a short
time I felt wicked cool sitting in the back of a
stretch limo with people referring to me as "Sir".
Hot shit!  This is fun!

It was raining but I didn't get wet until the limo
driver dropped me off right in front of Christians's
condo.   All the condos had their own private
entrances off the street.  They looked like a
block-long row of attached, narrow,  three-story homes
with brick fronts and decorative black shutters for
the windows.   There was a fancy looking black,
wrought iron fence separating each small front yard.
Big heavy looking front doors with over-sized brass
fixtures.  It all was very expensive looking.....
manicured lawns and gardens and the street lamps
lighting up the brick side walks, although brand new,
looked like they were gas lamps from the seventeenth
century.

I hustled up the short front walk and rang the bell at
number 707.  Almost immediately the door opened and
the top of a man's head peaked around from behind the
door.  Then the rest of his head and he said, "Oh my
God!  Come in boy, hurry up and get in here before you
get soaked.  You know you're early, right?"  I'd never
laid eyes on this man before in my life, but it was
Christian's address so maybe this guy's a co-worker or
a friend.  I stepped inside and the man closed the
large front door.  I was standing on an Oriental rug
in a big foyer with a huge chandelier hanging from
about twenty feet above my head. A wide staircase
directly ahead of me.

The man stood in front of me with his hands on his
hips.  He was about six feet, six inches tall, very
big and very muscular...like a body builder, except
with a lot of body hair.  He was barefoot, wearing
only a leather thong.  The hair on his head was shaved
like a Marine in bootcamp and he had piercings in each
nipple and in each earlobe and on the side of each
nostril.  I stared with my mouth hanging open.  He
turned his head and called up the stairs, "You're
going to owe Felix a big tip for sending us this one
Chrisy!  This chicken is choice, he's right up your
alley too."

I said, "Huh?" and I heard my brother's voice shout
back, "He's really early.  Do you want to get him
undressed Daddy and you do him first while I take my
shower or do you want me to skip my shower?."  I said,
"Wha, wa wha...what, wo wo who???"

to be continued........       Donny Mumford
thinat20@yahoo.com

Please note:

This is the longest series I've ever written and I'm
not sure how much more to write.  I'll definitely
write one more chapter to get Oliver to college, but
I'm not going to post it normally at this time.  If
you want a copy please email me and I'll send you one.
 This will indicate to me if I should continue this
series or think up something very new.....either way
is fine with me.  I can't tell you all how much I've
enjoyed all your feed back in the past.  I've met some
fantastic guys along the way with Oliver and I hope to
hear from some of you guys again sometime.  I miss
some of you.  Thank you so much for your interest in
my stories!!

hugs, Donny