Date: Tue, 9 Apr 2002 19:12:33 -0700
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Discovering Gregory
Chapter 29

For those who have asked, Black Book's Best Bisexual Erotica 2 is now
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of what I write will wait for a publisher who thinks I show promise and
doesn't mind paying me for my time and effort.

Peace & Love,
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Discovering Gregory

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Chapter 29
Spaghetti O

We walked the mile and a half to the store with the brick facade and huge
windows surrounding it. It was one a DGS that had become one of those old
mom and pop jobbies. They all went bankrupt as the A&P's moved in across
the street, only the A&P hadn't gotten out to our neck of the woods yet,
and this store hung on out of place and out of time in the modern world.

Kent had fifty dollars that had been left to get them through the
weekend. I told him I could feed my whole family on that for a week. He
just smiled and made me put my few dollars away once we got to the cash
register.

"You cook. I'll pay," he said, pushing the fifty onto the counter for the
old man to examine before wondering what the two of us were doing with it.

I examined his thin body as we shopped. I wondered how he could stay that
thin on his all sugar diet. We ended up with two bags of food. I can't for
the life of me figure out how we ended up with so much food, but after the
tomato sauce, pasta, and hamburger, we ended up with Twinkies, Oreos, and a
half gallon of chocolate milk. They were added when I sent him after
oregano and an onion. I went to look for the garlic powder on my own so we
didn't end up with another ton of junk food. Now I knew why they needed
fifty dollars.

We strolled along the shoulder of Old Highway and I envisioned a baby blue
Galaxy screeching to a halt, but of course that Ford was a hundred miles
away parked in front of a mountain hideaway. I pictured Doug and a path
along the edge of a river and I blushed when I remembered us getting caught
there.

"My old man lived in nineteen foster homes. He joined the Air Force when he
was seventeen."

"Nineteen!"

"Yeah! His mother gave him up when he was four. No one wanted to adopt
him. He was hell on wheels from what I hear. Always in a world of shit."

"Why'd she give him up?"

"Records were sealed. He doesn't really know. He tried to find her once but
no luck. Everything was sealed."

"Bummer," I said.

"He didn't know anything about raising kids, you know. He knows he fucked
up with Herbie. He said he couldn't help it. He was so damn angry because
Herbie was so weak. He knew he couldn't make it in this world. The world he
knew was a lot tougher than the one Herbie and I know, you know," Kent
said.

"It must have seemed like a cruel lonely world to him," I said.

"Exactly. My old man was trying to make Herbie strong. Instead he was
gutting him. Taking away anything he had but he didn't know anything about
anything. He tormented Herbie until he retreated into his own world. It
only pissed off my old man even more. I came along and he had learned a lot
from what happened with Herbie. He wasn't as hard on me but he didn't have
to be. I was the perfect son. I always felt guilty."

"How so?"

"He always caught the shit and I never did. Dad couldn't help himself. He
was always comparing us, always wanting Herbie to be more like me. Of
course he couldn't be more like anyone but Herbie. So my old man isn't a
bad guy either. He isn't a jerk. He was a bad parent because he had no
parents and bad parents. Not much to go on."

"Bummer," I said.

"He leaves everything up to me when he goes away, gives me the money, that
kind of thing."

"He doesn't trust Herbie?"

"No, he's convinced if he let Herbie buy the food we'd end up eating
nothing but Twinkies and Oreos."

"But that's what you bought," I said, remembering his bag full of sugar and
spice.

"I told you Herbie and I aren't that different. My old man only thinks I
got sense. He doesn't know I'm crazy. He'd freak if he knew some of stuff I
did in Germany."

"Sex stuff?" I asked.

"Yeah, naturally. There wasn't anything else out of the ordinary I got
into. I'm a pretty good kid except for wanting sex so much. I don't know
that's bad. It's just the way I am."

"Tell me some of what you did," I said, not having to fake my interest.

"You know, I've never known anyone who asked so many questions. I don't
know a damn thing about you. I've confessed my entire fucked up life to
you."

"You haven't either. You told me about meeting some guys at a swimming
pool," I said. "You were just lucky."

"Yeah, but that was the first time anything happened that got my entire
attention quick. I screwed the wife of one of Pop's friends," he blurted.

"You what?"

"I had sex with a woman my old man knew. In fact she was Fritz's Aunt
Brenda. I met Fritz at a party at his aunt's house. Her husband worked at
the air base with my old man."

"So what happened?"

"Do you have a condom?" Kent asked.

"Yeah, in my wallet. It's been in there awhile. I wouldn't trust it. It's
for show."

"Can I have it?"

"What?"

"Can I have the condom in your wallet? It's a simple yes or no question."

"Why?"

"That's not yes or no. You've asked enough questions for one night. If you
want me to tell you the story about Brenda I need a condom and your promise
of cooperation."

"I s'pose. I'll need to put the bag down."

"No, I'll put mine down. Is it in your back pocket?"

"Yeah," I said, baffled by this request.

We stood on the side of the road near the only street lamp on that section
of road. Kent fished my wallet out of my pants while feeling my butt. He
removed the foil package and replaced my wallet back where he got it,
feeling my ass carefully even after the wallet was securely back in place.

"Now, here's the deal. You want to know about me fucking Brenda. I want to
know a little something about you, right? You want to play along with me or
should we just call it off before you get in over your head?"

"We aren't calling anything off," I said, looking at the way he was holding
the condom between his thumb and forefinger like he was about to remove it
from the foil.

"Good! Now, I'm going to put this condom on you."

"What? Were in the middle of the fucking road."

"You want to play or not? There's no fun in hiding to do stuff. Where's
your adventurous spirit?"

"Sure," I said, still unsure about what the game was but liking the sound
of what I was hearing. He wanted to touch my dick.

"Okay, I'm going to put this on you. Then I'm going to tell you about how I
happened to end up fucking Brenda. Once we get down to the bridge, I figure
that's about half way to my house, we're going to stop and you're going to
carefully remove the condom from your cock and you're going to put it on
mine. That's the game."

"Okay," I said, feeling faint and getting hard as I thought about his
words.

Kent kneeled in front of me as I looked around to see if any cars were
coming. We'd only seen two on the way down. He first rubbed the front of my
pants and placed his face on my erection, rubbing my thighs I stood there.

"I see you like the game. I can feel it throbbing through your pants. I'd
blow you right here but we're not in any hurry. I want to feel it now. I
want to touch your cock. I want to kiss it. I want to blow you for sure but
that will come later. I want you to know that will come later. My mouth is
watering, Martin. You got a hot cock, you know."

His words took my breath away. He carefully unzipped my pants and felt
inside until his fingers encircled my dick and then he removed it. I felt
his fingers feeling me gently. He kissed the shaft and the head. I felt his
lips on the head and I was sure he was using his tongue on me. I was ready
to pop a load off right there on the side of Old Highway.

"You're okay. You got a thick one, huh? That's nice, Martin."

"I guess," I said in a gasp.

"Don't worry. I won't take advantage of you. I'm not going to let you cum
too soon. We're going to make it last all weekend. Can't get to the best
part too soon."

"Someone might come," I said.

"Oh shut up. A job worth doing is worth doing right. I just want to feel it
a minute. You felt mine. The skin is so soft. You take care of it."

I pictured his long slender piano playing fingers feeling me as his lips
brushed the tender skin each time he spoke. I was as hot as a cheap pistol
and he took his time opening the foil. I felt him licking the head of my
aching dick.

"Don't panic. I'm just making it easier to slip this on," he explained as
his lips closed over the head as he sucked. "A little spit does wonders."

"Okay, but you're going to get a mouthful in about ten seconds" I said,
trying to keep my composure.

Once he finished easing the condom on me, he stood up while holding my
dick. He was very close to me and I was hot enough without feeling the heat
coming off him. We stared at each other for awhile before he tucked me away
only after a car's headlights shinned on us. He picked up his bag and
watched my face as the car passed us.

"How does it feel?" He asked in a low sexy voice.

"I'm still shaking," I said. "You don't know how close you had me."

"Oh yes I did. What are you shaking about? "

"You touching me. I'm still a bit new at this stuff. When someone I really
like touches me, well, it doesn't take much. I don't get much and I'm
thinking about it all the time now."

"Shit, I'm glad I stopped," he said. "We don't want to mess up the game. I
want to keep it going. Tell me when you get too close and we'll stop for
awhile. All weekend I mean. I want it to be the best weekend of your life."

"What do we do?" I asked.

"We walk and I tell you about me and Brenda. Once I'm done, we'll gauge
just how much you liked the story. We'll see if I can get you dripping for
it."

"I already am, just thinking about you touching me. I was juicing before
you ever put it away."

"That's what I want to hear. She was in her thirties but she was still a
babe and a half. All the older boys wanted her. She was divorcing her
husband. I was maybe twelve and a half, back then. It was almost a year
after the incident at the pool. Fritz had started staying over her house on
weekends to use her pool. She didn't like being alone. One weekend Fritz
asked me to come along and we could swim and just lounge around. She always
encouraged him to bring his friends. I don't know if I was the first one
she came onto or not.

"Fritz was a mischief maker. I'd grown fast and furious and he liked
playing with my cock more than ever. While we were in the pool, he kept at
it until he had me on a hard that wouldn't quit. He knew I'd have to get
off for it to go down and I'm wearing a pair of red Speedo's and there's no
place to hide. When she calls us for sandwiches, she's noticed my erection
as soon as I come out of the pool. I was embarrassed getting on a bone in
front of a grown woman like that. I tried to hide it but you've seen
it. There was no way and every chance Fritz got, he was feeling on it to
make sure it stayed stiff. She saw a couple of times when he was squeezing
it. I just pretended she didn't and I wasn't.

"There was a little cabana near the pool where I'd gotten into my trunks
when I first got there. Fritz had his own room and dressed there. We'd
eaten and Brenda sent him to clean up his room and make the bed before we
went out to the movies. I said I'd get dressed and catch up with him. Once
I went into the cabana to dress Brenda came in. I was naked and in the
middle of drying off.

"I see you found the towel," she said. "Let me get your back for you."

"I was holding the towel in front of my erection but she took it from me,
going around behind me to wipe off my back. I just stood there as she moved
the towel around until I felt her fingers in the crack of my ass, all the
way down to my a'hole she felt me. My dick was throbbing like crazy and I
was so dizzy I could hardly stand up. Then she turned me around to face
her. She was maybe two or three inches taller but I was growing fast.

"Let me get your front," she said. "You're a big boy, Kent. A very big boy
for your age."

"Of course she was looking at my erection when she said it. I knew we were
going to do it as soon as she walked in on me. I was pretty excited when
her fingers started feeling me. Her fingers touched the tip ever so gently
before she let them ease down my shaft as she wrapped them around it."

"You like that, don't you?" She asked real soft like.

"Yes, ma'am," I said. I didn't know what I was saying.

"Brenda," she said.

"She had on this two piece swim suit and she dropped the bottoms to the
floor and stepped out of them. She placed my dick head on the hair on her
crotch. I was petrified and excited and ready for anything she wanted to
give me. She just held me there and she purred like a damn cat."

"Purred?" I asked.

"Swear to god! Sounded like a big ole tabby cat purring. She wiggles my
cock head around the opening, making sure I could feel her velvet spot.

"You're bigger than most of the men I've been with," she said as she uses
my dick to pull me closer, easing the head into her cunt.

"I said thanks, like some kind of a dope. I didn't know if I should shit or
go blind, you know. I never told anyone about this stuff before. I guess
you think I'm a sex maniac," he said sadly. "Doug knows some of it."

"No! It wasn't your idea anyway," I said, certain it was her idea.

"I could have said stop. She would have. Shit, her nephew's like twenty
feet away. She knows my old man. Truth is, I didn't want her to stop. I was
in heaven. Being with the guys was fun but it was nothing like being with a
woman. A real women who wanted me. I always thought of myself as a kid
until that night. She even tells me, I'm the best fuck she ever had. That
made it all worth while, you know. If it wasn't so damn worthwhile before
then."

"What happened?" I asked.

"She's moving closer to me and holding me in that place so I'm moving
deeper as she moves. It was awesome, Martin. Once she got me all the way
in, she eases me down on the Chaise lounge chair and straddled me, holding
my balls so I can't slip away from her. She partially stood up and then sat
back down on it. I watch my dick disappearing and reappearing. She wasn't
all that big and it made me look huge the way I was spreading her wide open
as it went into her.

"I lasted all of a minute once I saw that. I met her sit down with my
thrust up. I rammed it hard and I started shooting off like the fourth of
July. She just smiled and let me do it as hard as I wanted. We had very
good timing, you know. The next thing I know I can hardly get my breath and
cum is oozing down the insides of her legs. She's half standing and half
sitting. She eased off me then and it made a slapping sound when it hits my
stomach."

"You were still hard?" I asked.

"As a rock," he said. "She used the towel and held it up while she wiped it
down for me. She felt my balls and my thighs and kissed it all over, my
balls, and the tip before she went back to put on her bottoms. "He'll be
down any minute. Better get dressed," she said. "You're very good you
know. We'll do it again once he's in bed if you want but we should keep it
just between us."

"Wow!" I said. "If I want? You bet, Brenda. I won't say a thing."

His voice had grown soft and there was a weird lilt to the words as he
remembered something that turned him on big time. We didn't speak for the
next few minutes.

"Time for me to wear it," he finally said.

"We aren't to the bridge," I protested.

"That's all I'm telling you until you change us out. I need you to touch it
bad. My shorts are getting wet telling you about this. I should ah wore it
first. I don't usually drip so quick. You got me going."

"Then my shorts would be wet," I said.

"Turn you on?" He asked. "Let me feel you for a second."

He touched the front of my pants and found me right away. His fingers took
the full measure of me and then he held the front of my pants as we
walked. He squeezed me as it wiggled in my pants. I was pumping fluid into
the rubber big time even though I was no longer ready to shoot.

"I want to feel it after you take off the condom."

"I'm a bit sticky," I confessed. "That story got me going pretty good."

"That's what I was hoping. I've been dribbling since I started thinking of
Brenda."

"You really liked her?"

"No, not really. I loved how she made me feel."

"Did you do it again that night?"

"Yep!"

"Was it as good?" I asked.

"Better. Lasted longer, except Fritz heard me get up."

"What did he do?" I asked.

"That's even more complicated than Brenda," Kent said.

"How so?"

"Fritz and I were best friends, or so I thought. He threatened to tell if I
didn't give him certain considerations."

"Such as?"

"He wanted sex," Kent said. "It's not like we hadn't been jerking each
other off and all. I let him feel on it all the time. It wasn't enough for
him. I figured if Brenda knew he knew, she'd cut me right off and I would
have done anything to keep it going."

"Did you do what he wanted?"

"He didn't give me a choice. He said he'd tell my old man about Brenda and
me."

"What did you do?" I asked.

"I worked a deal with Freddie to get him off me when the time was
right. Just never seemed right us being friends all that time and then him
doing me that way. Feeling each other's dick is one thing but he wanted a
lot more stuff than I did with him. I didn't trust him anymore after
that. It wasn't fun any more."

"I bet," I said. "Did you tell Brenda?"

"Hell no. She'd have told me not to come back. No, I wasn't giving that
up. We were going at it pretty often."

"Every night?" I asked.

"Nah, maybe two or three times a week. She had other interests. I was just
the one that took up the slack. We were together over a year. Some times
I'd see her two or three times a week or even more and some times she'd
pick me up in her car."

"She really liked you," I asked.

"Women are funny. They want what they want. We'd go tooling in her car once
she picked me up and she'd already have a spot planned. Once she had enough
she'd drop me off around the corner from my house."

"You got lucky pretty young."

"Suited me fine. I still had plenty of time to do all the stuff I wanted to
do. She kept me tuned up. Let's get this done before I bust a nut. I don't
want to mess up my drawers."

"Talking about this turns you on?" I asked.

"I guess I'm not a very nice person, Martin. This is what I'm about. I
don't want to be thinking about it all the time but I am. When I'm not
doing it I'm reliving doing it and thinking about the next time I'll be
doing it. Like thinking about you touching me right now."

"Sounds familiar," I said. "It's what I want to be doing."

"You think about it a lot?" He asked.

"Constantly. I think maybe in school for five or ten seconds at a time I
might forget about it some days, but the rest of the time I'm doing just
what you said."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Good time to give you something to do with your hands," he said. "What I
want more than anything is for you to be touching it. I'm so horny it
hurts."

"Just with my hands?"

"We're standing on the side of the road, Martin. Admittedly, it isn't well
traveled but it's not the kind of place where you want to get me
started. I'm not very good at stopping once I get started. I'm hard to get
stopped."

"I'm already started. I like you, Kent."

"I know."

"I want you to like me."

"Oh, you're killing me. I do like you. Believe me, I do like you. It takes
time to get to know each other. It's not something you can rush. I don't
want to rush anything with you. I think we have plenty of time if we want."

"Like you and Brenda?"

"No. Jesus. She was just sex. I was a kid and she wanted it. That's all."

"You didn't like her?"

"Of course I did but she wouldn't have given me the time of day if I hadn't
been poling her. She was thirty something. More an twice my age. Two and a
half times if you measure it up quick."

"Have you been with other girls, Kent?"

"Yeah?"

"Your age?"

"God no. Girls my age are useless. They're all teeth and hair and they
never shut up. I went with two fifteen year old girls over there."

"While you were with Brenda?"

"One. The other after. Greda! She had great tits, big nipples. I loved
sucking on those puppies."

"You're not gay?"

"Me? I don't know what I am. Do I really have to make up my mind right
here? I'm a dick with a body attached, Martin. A hard dick right now. My
mind works through my pee hole most days. I'm not a nice person. I'm trying
to be nice but like now, I'm so horny I can hardly stand it. I don't want
to talk any more right now. Action speaks louder an words."

"I don't know if I'm good enough for you. I don't know that much. I don't
know what I feel half the time. I want to do stuff that makes you happy."

"You shouldn't say things like that. I want a lot of stuff."

"I mean it. I've never met anyone like you."

"Count your lucky stars. Your plenty good enough, Martin. It's me that's
not good enough."

"I'll try anything you want. I can learn. I'm not afraid with you. You tell
me what you want and let me try."

"It's my turn to get the attention and it's your turn to quit stalling if
you mean what you say. My dick hurts it's so hard. Why don't we start
there?"

"That'll be interesting," I said. "I was afraid you didn't like me touching
it. You made me stop."

"Oh, silly boy. You don't know how close you came to getting a hand full of
cum. Why do you think we stopped? I didn't want that to be all we do this
weekend. Like you cooking me dinner and listening to me play. We both are
somebody before we became friends. That's what we need to share. The sex
stuff will be easy enough. It doesn't take much to get me started."

"We are getting to know each other, aren't we?"

"Yeah! I'm getting to know how much you like to stall. I treated you real
nice back there. Now you're making me beg you for some help."

I sat my bag down and he had to let go of my pants. I reached down his leg
until my hand was rubbing his excitement. He spread his legs wide and
gurgled down in his throat as his mouth hung open. I unzipped his pants and
let my hand follow the bulge in his underwear until I found the damp
exposed cockhead at the end of his boxer's leg. I tweaked the head and used
his juice to pinch the tip while he blew hot air on my face. It made him
moan and reflex slightly before he pushed against my hand. I put my face
against his neck and kissed him there, feeling the warmth of his skin on my
lips.

"Put it on me," he said softly. "I want my dick where yours has been."

I unzipped my pants and ever so carefully rolled the condom off my cock. It
was slick from where I'd dripped while he was telling me about his sex
life. I kneeled between his well spread legs and reached in for him. I
stopped to feel his sparse pubic hair and hairless hen's eggs, reaching
back behind them to feel the smooth skin behind his balls. His legs spread
even more and I had to loosen his belt and finally unbuttoned his pants to
pull him back up out of his pants legs. My fingers felt the damp sticky
places in his shorts and that too rushed extra heat into my frazzled brain.

I got a giggle out of him as I tried to pull him back together while he was
hanging free in the night breeze. He stopped laughing when I got both of my
hands on him. It was silky smooth without blemishes or marks I could feel
once you got beyond the swollen crown. I let one hand and then the other
slid down to his pubic hair. His legs stiffened. I kissed around the fat
ridge on the head, using my tongue to taste the stickiness that was all
over the slit. This got an audible moan that became a sigh. I put my mouth
over the top of the head and wet it more. I reluctantly gave up the hold I
had on him when I was ready to roll.

"It's a bit messy. I sort of creamed in it some. Shouldn't be any trouble
slipping it on you," I said. "It's well lubed."

"Good," he said.

I placed it at the tip and felt him shaking as I rolled it up on the head
and then started opening it down on his shaft. While it had gone almost to
my pubes where as it only went two thirds of the way up on him. I took
extra time smoothing it out on him.

"That's so hot," he said. "I feel your cum on my dick. It's making me so
hot."

"I could just go ahead and blow you," I said.

"Right here?" He asked.

"Why not?"

"I think you should put me away and we'll work all that out after we get
back to the house, okay?"

"Sure," I said, kissing him while I was tucking him back in his pants.

"You like sex before or after dinner?" he asked.

"Both," I said.

The gravel on the shoulder of the road rolled under our sneakers as we
trudged along quietly. I could hear the crickets and frogs giving their
greetings to the new night. There wasn't a lot more we had to say. I think
we both had something on our mind. I felt totally comfortable being with
Kent. I felt safe with him. It was going to be a great weekend.