Date: Mon, 02 Sep 2002 23:52:40 +0000
From: Carson Carruthers <carsoncarruthers@hotmail.com>
Subject: Elm Street Queers:Chapter Three

CHAPTER THREE
By Carson Carruthers

The next day Robert's mother was going to town to buy groceries.  He was to
go with her because she wanted to get him some jeans for school.  School
would start the day after Labor Day as it always did.  She told him that if
she started buying them now it would not hit her purse all at one time. He
wondered why his father did not sell jeans.  When he asked, his father told
him that his was a special shop and that he catered to a wealthy clientele,
doctors and lawyers, who would never consider wearing jeans.  He needed
several pair so this appeared to be the first of the sessions at Rineburg's.
  When they got to Rineburg's, she told the clerk that she needed jeans for
her son, Robert, and pushed him forward from where he was standing.  Who?
The clerk was non-other than Alex Crammer.

"Do you know what size jeans you need.?"  He asked Robert.

All Robert could think of was watching Alex get his cock sucked by Trey.
"Well?'
"Er ..er...no.  I have no idea what size.  I have grown a good bit since I
bought jeans last year."

"Well, stand over here and we will measure you." Alex guided him into the
back aisle where he immediately knelt in front of Robert.  Robert could feel
his dick getting hard and snaking it way down his the leg of his trousers.
He had not worn any underwear.

Alex took the tape measure and placed it around his waist.  "Ummh, looks
like a 30 inch waist."  Then he started to measure the inseam of his
trousers.  Alex could not help but brush against Roberts hard cock.  He
looked up from his position on the floor and Robert just smiled and nodded
to the quarterback.  Alex looked at the tape and said, " About eight incher.
I mean 32 inches for the inseam.  We'll have to find you a pair of 30 -32's.
  That should not be so hard."  He blushed when he realized what he had said
about it not being so hard.  Robert could tell that his erection made Alex
nervous.  Well, Alex could do something about it if it was too hard.

When he had found two or three pair in the correct size, his mother insisted
that he try them on in the fitting room and let her see.  He went into the
fitting room alone, but he knew that Alex would find some excuse to come in
with him.  As if on cue, he came in carrying another pair that he had found
that might fit.  He stood there looking at Robert.  Robert had worn no
underwear, so he was standing there totally naked in front of the boy.  His
eight inches were reaching heavenward.  Alex could only stutter.  He was
captured by the sight of the massive cock.  It appeared that the snake was
charming the charmer.  As his dick waved and swung back and forth Robert was
having a time trying to control it so that he could try on the jeans to show
his mother.  Finally, he got a pair on and the zipper up.  He started to
walk out to show her.  He told Alex as he past him.  "You stay in here.  I
have something for you when I get back."

Robert's mother said that those would do.  Robert told her that he would get
that pair if she would pay for it.  Then he wanted to look at some others,
and, since he still had his birthday money, he would buy a pair with that
money, but he wanted time to choose which pair.  She could go on to the
grocery, and he would meet her there.  He went back into the dressing room
and took them off.  He leaned out through the curtain and gave his mother
the jeans for her to buy. Fine.  She took the jeans and went to the girl at
the counter where the cash register was.


Robert hefted his massive cock and balls and shook them at Alex who was
still standing there in the small cubicle.  There was a definite rise in
Alex's trousers.  The wood he was sporting was tenting the front of his
trousers.  Robert knew that the boy was lusting for his cock.  He hooked his
hand around the boys neck and pulled him to him.  He whispered in his ear, "
Go for it, bro.  You know you want it.  Get down and taste it."  With that
Robert wiped his precum from his slit and fed it to the eager boy from his
finger.  "That's a good boy.  You know you want more, so why don't you get
down on your knees and enjoy it?"   Robert applied just a little more
pressure.  Alex obeyed and sank to his knees, opened his mouth and engorged
his mouth and throat with Robert's manhood.  His eyes glazed and rolled back
in his head.  Robert was afraid that the quarterback was going to pass out
from the sheer pleasure of sucking his cock.  He figured if the stud liked
his cock so much, he might be the one to suck his ass.  Slowly he turned so
that his ass was in front of the confused boys waiting and panting mouth.
Robert took both hands and spread his buns so that the boy had better
access.  There was no way he was confused about what was expected of him.
His head bobbed up and down on the torrid crack of Robert's ass.  His tongue
slavered his saliva into Robert's ass hole.  Each time he passed Robert's
pink pucker,  Alex pushed his tongue in just a little.  Finally, he pushed
his tongue in as far as he could and started cork screwing it in and out.
Robert let out a low moan of appreciation.  He looked back to see the
quarterback football stud licking his hot ass.  It was more than he could
take.  His hand was flying up and down his shaft.  He knew it was time.  He
turned hurriedly and buried his cock in Alex's mouth.  "Take that you
quarterback cock sucker.  Show Stanley that you love him.  Take all of it."

Alex was trying his best but cum was oozing out around the cock in his mouth
and running down his chin.  Just then the curtain came open and another boy
who Robert recognized came into the cubicle with a pair of jeans to try.  He
looked at Alex on his knees.  Robert pulled his cock from Alex's gapping
mouth and wiped the residue cum on his cheek and then his chin.  He took the
boy's chin and pulled him to his feet.  "Go get me the most expensive jeans
you have in my size.  Two pair.  Take your time. Understand.  He pushed Alex
outside the curtain and turn to the boy who was just standing there looking
at his naked body.

"Are you going to try those on?"

"Yes."

"Then go on and do it.  We need to get out of here.  I want to take you to
the movies."

"Sure.  Is this a date?"

"If you want to call it that,"  Robert said as he put his rampaging cock
back into the trousers he had worn into the store.  He was watching the boy
strip his pants off.  He was wearing tighty whities and his bubble butt
looked so cute wrapped in the tight white cotton cloth.  He slipped into the
trousers.  They were a light blue.  Almost the color of his eyes.  Robert
was lost in watching him adjust his little stiff cock in his underwear as he
put on the trousers.  There was a little tent of material right over where
his dick poked out.  He was just too cute.  "You want those pants?  They
match your eyes.  Did you know that?"


"I wasn't even thinking about that.  I just like the color."  He was so
cool.  He tossed his wispy white hair out of his eyes and looked solidly at
Robert.  "You know you have a huge cock?"

It was a statement but Robert just shrugged and said," Yeah.  Do you like
it?"

"What's there not to like?  It works right doesn't it?"

"Seems to.  At least every time I want to get off, it has never refused.
You want to feel of it?  I'll let you when we get to the movie that is if
you want.  I want to feel of you."

"You do?"

"Sure."  The bigger boy ran his hands through the silken white hair and
pulled the smaller boy to him.  He kissed those ruby lips very gently.  It
was tentative at first.  He just ran his tongue across them.  He could feel
the heat that generated from them.  He pried with his tongue to get them to
open for him.  Slowly, they opened and his tongue invaded the sweet mouth as
he held the boy.  Finally, he was lost in his passion and crushing the boy
to his chest.  "Hey, stud, how about not crushing my ribs."

"Er..er.. I am so sooo sorry. I would never hurt you."

Somehow Rick knew that he was telling the truth.  He had noticed Robert
watching him from afar.  He had always somehow felt safe with him watching
him.  He felt like if he had to call out for help that Robert would be right
there to help.  He had jacked off thinking about loosing himself  in his
imagination where Robert would put his cock up his ass and make passionate
love to him.  He could barely control himself as he put his clothes back on.
  Here he was going to the movie with the man he loved.  Hell, he was almost
three years older than this stud muffin.  He was just in junior high.  It
did not matter to him.  He was everything that Rick could have prayed for.
He was gentle with him, and he held onto him to keep him from falling while
he was putting his trousers back on.  He knew what color his eyes were.  How
sweet.  And that cock.  It must be eight inches.  Rick worried if he could
take it.  He had been stretching his ass with a dildo that was just about
the same size.  Maybe.  He sure was willing to try.  When he was dressed
Robert pulled him to him again.  Kissed him gently this time.  Robert put
his arm around his shoulders as if it were the most natural thing in the
world and walked out of the cubicle with him under his arm.  They walled
down Main Street the same way, with this macho dude's arm across his
shoulders holding him as if he possessed him.  And he did.


Robert went into the grocery leaving his friend on the side walk.  He told
his mother that he was going to the movie and would walk back home.  He knew
it was hot but by the time the double feature was over, it would be cooling
down.  He doubted that a double feature would cool him down.  Not now.
After the object of his affection had shown up and they were going on a
date.  Okay.  Then he asked her if he could have someone stay over.  He had
never had any one stay over since he was in elementary school other than his
cousin, Carl.  They had always stayed at Gene's house when he was his
boyfriend since Gene had a television in his room.  They had sat up and
watched movies late at night.  She asked who.  He told her Rick Plum.  Sure
make sure he tells his mother.  And it was set.  Not only was he going on
his first date he was having his lover spend the night.  Lover?  Why not?
He was pretty sure that Rick felt the same way.  When he got back to the
street, he was panicky when Rick was not right where he left him. Rick had
wandered over to look at the display in the front window of the jewelry
stone.  When Robert spotted him, he rushed to take him in his arms.  He bend
to him and told him, "You are so precious.  I could not stand to loose you.
I have wanted you for so long.  I watch you and make sure that no one
bothers you.  If anything happened to you, it would just kill me."  Rick
felt his hand pulling him along with him to the movie.

Rick thought that Robert had said everything just short of 'I love you'.
What was love if not what he had just declared to honor, protect and
cherish.  That is what he had pledged to him.  If Robert wanted him to be
his lover, his boyfriend, he would be it.  He would do whatever he could to
make this stud happy.  He deserved it for being such a loving human.  He
deserved it for loving me the way he does, he thought.  Robert bought the
tickets for the movie, gave them to the usher who tore them in two parts.
Rick took his part.  He knew that he would always keep the stub, because
this was his first date with Robert.  He could see them years later living
together in a cottage, and they would take out the scrapbook and look at the
bits and pieces of their life together.  The first thing in the book would
be the stub from their first movie together -their first date.


Robert had him follow him all the way to the wall on the third from the back
row.  This was usually the section where couples who were more interested in
making out than watching the movie sat.  No one seem to mind that they were
there.  Rob draped his arm over the back of the seat and let his hand fall
over his shoulder.  He snuggled into his body.  He could smell him.  It was
a mixture of soap, sweat and Old Spice.  That was what it was. Surely he did
not have to shave yet.  He was almost 16, and he did not shave.  He shaved
the fuzz off his upper lip about once a month.  But Rob must be 13 or 14 at
the most.  Would people say that he was robbing the cradle?  Then he thought
that they would probably have more than that to say,  "faggot", "queer" and
all those other derogatory names.  If Rob could stand it, then so could he.
If Rob did not care what other's said, he did not care either.  He rested
his head in the hollow of his shoulder feeling the muscles of his stud
muffin wrapped around him.  I could really get to like this feeling, Rick
thought to himself.  Once in a while he would open his eyes to make sure
that Rob was still there and that the movie was still going on.  He slid his
hand under Rob's shirt and rubbed his nipples.  He explored his chest and
his abdomen.  Rob shifted so that he could run his hand down his pants.
Searching for his treasure, he soon found it.  There lying along his thigh
was that impressive piece of rock hard cock.  He let his finger just barely
flutter along the length of Rob's penis.   He moved the opposite direction
teasing it and delighting in the fact that this powerful cock belonged to
his lover.  After doing this light touching for a while, he then encircled
Rob's member with his small hand.  It was almost too large for him to reach
around with his hand, but he could just manage.  He started moving his hand
up and down on the shaft, paying special attention to the corona and the
slit on the helmet of his dick.  Suddenly,  Rob grabbed his hand and made
him stop.  "Whoa, little man, you are moving too fast.  We've got all
afternoon and night.  I asked my Mom and she said that it was okay for you
to stay over at my house as long as you let your mother know where you are.
See.  There will be time for everything.  Believe me I have a lot planned
for us. Just sit there and hold it if you want to.  It feels really good
when you do that, but let's save it until later. Okay?"

"Sure, Rob, I just did not know about the sleep over.  I'm sure my Mom will
let me stay over," Rick whispered in his ear.  The he nibbled on the ear
lobe.  You would have thought that Robert was coming unglued.  He writhed in
his seat and pulled Rick away from his ear.  "Looks like I have found your
spot,"  Rick whispered.  "I'll just make that ear lobe mine."

"I don't know why you are stopping with just an ear lobe.  The rest of me
belongs to you too, little man."

That was it.  Rick about shit.  He was calling him "little man".  He had a
pet name.  Okay.  This was swell.  "Rob, you are so sweet.  I love you,
Rob."  That was the first time that he had called him Rob.  Robert was
somewhat shocked.  First, he had called him Rob.  That was not bad.  He
still did not like Bob, but if he had to call him something Rob or Robby was
not that bad.  Why had no one ever called him that before?  But the Second
thing was what blew his mind he said,  'I love you, Rob  '.

"I love you, too, little man," and the most natural thing in the world
happened.  He kissed Rick right on the mouth.  Their tongues battled.


And then there it was the dreaded flashlight at the end of the row.  The
owner of the theater patrolled the aisles to make sure that no one was
seriously making out or making noise.   After all the Baptist Church could
close him down if he were running a lewd establishment.  He saw the kiss.
He recognized both the boys.  He could not have this. Not in his theatre.
He motioned for the two of them to come out.  He told them to follow him.
They did.  There was no argument.  He was a little surprised most of the
teenagers when he called them out tried to put up a hassle.  Even the girls
sometime called him disrespectful names.  He thought maybe these fairies
just do not want any trouble.  When they reached the lobby.  He felt a hand
on his shoulder.  "Why don't we go to your office up stairs and talk about
this?"   The hand was strong and insistent.  He could tell that this was
coming from power.  A power that he did not expect from a fairy teenager who
he had just caught making out in his theater.  He moved up the stairs to his
office.  He opened the door and moved into the office.  He went to set
behind his desk when the hand halted him.  "Just stand here," it was a voice
filled with self assurance.  "Mr. Landover, I do not want any trouble. My
boyfriend and I got a little carried away.  I kissed him.  That is what you
do to people that you like and especially to people that you love."
Landover felt his body being turned around to face this teen for the first
time.  God, he was a stud.  He felt his lips being molested, invaded,
caressed, bathed.  He wanted to be shocked.   Who was this arrogant teenager
to think that he could  do such a thing?    He succumbed to the gentle
forcefulness.  His tongue was flicking back and forth with electric shock
bouncing back and forth each time tongue touched tongue.  Then he was
sliding.  Sliding down.  That was so much better.  He was on his knees in
front of this stud.  He could see the outline of his cock in his trousers.
This was a man's cock.  He wanted it.  He had to have it.  He could feel the
precum leaking into his boxer shorts.  He knew that there was an obscene
tent in his trousers where his own not so small dick was fighting for
release.  The boy-man unbuttoned the top button.  He took his belt loose and
then the zipper.  The turgid cock came bounding out.  It was not controlled
by underwear.  The boy did not wear any.  Landover reached out for the
impressive piece of meat.  He brought his adoring mouth to it and tried to
take it all.  The boy sat back on the leather chair behind his desk.  He
pulled his head into his lap and reached out for the other boy.

"This has nothing to do with the fact that I love you, little man.  It is
something that just has to be.  There are men out there starving like Ole
Landover here.  He needs a cock to keep him happy.  Right?"  and he pulled
Landover's chin up with his mouth filled with his dick.  "Here, sit with me
so I can kiss you and fondle you while he sucks my cock."

Rick moved into the chair and sat with him.  Rick had been shocked but not
surprised to find Alex sucking Robert's cock.  He had been on the verge of
tears, and had he been kicked out of the theatre with anyone else other that
Robert he would have been in a state of panic.  Now this.  The second time
since he had met the boy, someone was sucking the cock that he longed to
suck.   He had heard rumors about Landover, but no one had ever acted on
them.  There was always some kid talking about how he was going to get into
the movies for free by giving Landover his cock to suck on.  Rick had always
thought that it was just boys being hateful because the man was so
effeminate.

Rob continued to rub Landover's head as he sucked, but he kissed and fondled
his little man at the same time.  Landover was moaning in expectation of
receiving a load of cum.  This was heaven.  Nothing like this ever happened
in the movies.  Robert felt his balls tighten, and he knew that he was about
to spray the man's tonsils.  One, Two and on three he blew his load into the
waiting mouth.  Landover struggled to get every drop of the man-boy nectar.
He licked it from the source, the bits that spilled into Robert's pubic hair
and from his own fingers.  It was delicious.

"Did you enjoy that?"  Robert asked him.

"What a stupid question.  Of course, I loved it."

"Would you like to do it about once a month?"

"Sure, or more.  I could never get enough of that sweet dick of yours."

"Well, this is what we will do then, and we should all be happy.  I will
come by once a month and keep you happy.  My boyfriend and I like to go to
the movies.  You do not need us giving your establishment or you a bad name,
so we will just come here to your office and watch the movie from the
projection booth.  If you would move a sofa in so we can be comfortable."

"Sure.  I had thought about getting a sofa incase it was needed anyway."

"Is that agreeable with you Mr.Landover?"

"Sure kid.  Just let me know what you want to see.  We could even run some
private
screenings as something extra for you if you would like."

"No, thank you though.  We would just like to be treated like everyone else
but since that is not possible we have to do what we can.  We'll watch what
everyone else watches.  We'll just watch it from here to keep you out of
trouble and us as well."


The boys watched the second movie snuggled in the comfortable big leather
desk chair.
Rick got a lot of attention from his man to compensate for being left out
while he got a blow job from the theatre owner. Rick did have to agree,
however, that things seem to be going their way.  He felt that whatever was
necessary his Rob could take care of it.  Rob wondered at his own powers.
He knew that he had a large dick.  Some had even told him that it was the
largest dick on a boy in the county.  Well, that must have something to do
with his power, but how did he just know how to handle Landover. People
appreciated having a big cock to suck it seemed.  Alex had told Rob when
they went to pay for the jeans that he was buying that he would bring them
by his house.  Since he had a huge discount for his clothing, he would buy
them and then Rob could pay him back.  That way Rob could take advantage of
Alex's discount.  Rob was so nice and honest that Rick thought that he was
going to have to make him take Alex up on his offer.  Alex had told him that
he had done something nice for him, and he wanted to return the favor.  Rob
seemed to understand that and had agreed.  Rob was feeling very confident,
but he was humble enough to know that he was not everybody's darling nor
could Stanley meet everyone's need for a power tool.  He felt so good there.
  Watching the movie with his little man and having just had sex.  He nodded
a couple of times and was soon sound asleep.  Nnnvhh.  He had his little man
squiring and bucking his perfect little cock into the palm of his hand.  His
little balls sac and little balls were filling up with his cum.  Damn but he
was cute sitting next to him with his little blue shorts around his ankles
and his tight little ass bound in his little white cotton briefs.  Robert
took his index finger stuck it in his mouth and then he pushed the cotton
briefs down around his little man's ankles and slowly inserted his finger
into the cavern of his beautiful butt cheeks.  Oh yes! Robert thought to
himself.  I do so love his ass, and he appears to have been stretched by
something or someone.  He had so hoped that his little man's butt would be
cherry for him although he would never hurt him.  I guess it is better that
way, but his face showed his disappointment.

When the movie was over, he had Rick call his mom from the office.  She
agreed that he could stay with Robert.   Mr. Landover came back in after the
movie and told them that he looked forward to them coming to the movies
often.  Rick smiled.  Robert was really nice and said,  "Thank you, Mr.
Landover.  We enjoyed it very much."   Rick was surprised that Robert act
toward Mr. Landover with just as much respect as he did any other adult.

They were both happy as they made their way down the stairs and out into the
evening.  It had obviously come a thunder storm while they were watching the
movie.  It was lots cooler.  Tonight was shaping up into one that could make
history.  Robert realized that people might not understand his and Rick's
love so he did not put his arm around him. Once they had left the Main
Street and headed down Elm Street, which was his neighborhood,  Robert
leaned into him and kissed him.  He took his hand, and they walked on
towards Robert house.  They could not know who had seen them kiss as they
turned into the street

Elm Street was a quiet residential street that ran off Main Street.  It was
about two blocks from the business district.  The houses on Main Street from
the business district to where you turned right onto Elm were large old
Victorian Houses.  Mostly the one really wealthy family in the area had
built them.  The grandfather had been the owner of all the land in the area
and owned the local tavern, inn, general store and blacksmith shop.  He
amassed a lot of money in his day and time.  Then his sons had been rather
lackluster businessmen but were really popular county and state politicians.
  They seemed to make money from somewhere.  No one asked where because
Poinsettia benefited by getting paved streets, street lamps, a railroad and
several other beneficial contributions.  Thus the two blocks of homes where
the Labores lived had one sort of mansion after the other.  They were all
brick homes with beautiful landscaped front yards.  The generations after
the politicians were mostly educators and three of them and two of their
sons were medical doctors.  It would not be until the generation that was
the age of Robert and Rick before they would become so decadent that they
either drank up, lost in divorce suits or gambled away through just neglect
the entire fortune and lost the houses.

Robert always thought what it would be like to live in one of those houses.
There where about fifteen of them.  All of them were brick with white
columns and looked like something out of Gone With the Wind.   The younger
Labores were sent away to school.  Mostly they spent the summers at camp in
North Carolina in the mountains where they played tennis.  When they were
home you could sometimes see them going to the country club in one of the
Labore's cars with a black man driving.  Yes, there was a country club of
sorts.  It was a private club and had a nine-hole golf course.  The Labores
had built it for their own use but did allow certain people that lived in
town to join.

Why am I telling you all this about the Labores and the houses on Main
Street?  Because once you turned the corner and went past the last of the
Labore Houses which set way up a knoll away from the street and was
surrounded by a cast iron fence that had been there for a lot of years to
keep boys from cutting a path across the Labore yard, you came on to Elm
Street which was nothing like the two blocks where the Labores lived.  The
houses were nice.  Most of them had been built in the early part of the
twentieth century.  They were big old Southern houses with lots of front
porch to sit on in the evenings and big windows to allow the little breeze
you could find to come though the house to cool you.  There were a couple of
Victorian houses with the ginger bread sort of designs.  Then toward the end
of the third block there were houses that had been built later.  There were
a couple of brick homes, but they were smaller than the big white houses.
The rest were built after World War Two when everything was booming.  They
were just what you would call nice regular houses.  They were smaller than
the other houses but had nice front porches usually made out of cement with
wooden banisters.  A couple were what you would call range style.  They sat
long ways on their lots and had wood and lumber on their fronts.

The people who lived here were pretty much like their houses.  The people
who lived in the big white Southern houses were big white Southern people.
Most of them came from families that had either lived in Poinsettia or on a
farm nearby for the past hundred years or more.  The newer houses were where
the people that had moved to Poinsettia in the past fifty years or less
lived.  Most of them were from other southern towns and had married someone
from Poinsettia or had moved here because of a job.  Except for the old
people who were retired and still lived there, most of the people were
middle classed people who were either lawyers, or merchants, like Mister
Stanley who owned his own store, the High School principal, the Undertaker
and the guy who ran the Poinsettia Gazette, the local weekly newspaper.  As
they walked down Elm Street Robert thought about the street and the people
that lived there.

As they walked he told Rick about who lived in which house.  It was strange
that most of the families on the street had sons who were about the same
ages as they were.  As Rick was naming them off. he would mention that he
knew that the boy had sucked another person's cock and name the person.
There of course was the house were Alex lived.  Rick was still trying to
reconcile the start quarter back who he knew in school with the boy sucking
Robert's dick in the dressing room.  The list went on.  Finally,  he asked
Robert,  "Is everyone who lives on this block, you know,  er.... "  He could
  not force out the word.

"Well, as far as I can tell right now, yes.   Everyone that is our age that
lives on this street is queer.  That's what I call them.  We are the Elm
Street Queers.  It's like a club."  He cracked up laughing as he led Rick up
the walk to the big front porch of the last big white Southern house on that
block.   The house next-door just farther one was one of those they called a
ranch style.  Elm Street had quiet a mixture of styles and personalities.
Both the boys were laughing as they entered the house.

Who was it that saw them turn onto the Elm Street by the Labore House?

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