SUMMER DAY
PART IV
We were much closer now to the West coastline of the state. This
was the end of the second day of our travel and it was about 9:30;
we stayed awake a little longer this night because we wanted to
relieve some of the fatigue we had from traveling. Where were we?
We were in Dade City, Florida en route to St. Pete.
Right now we were taking State Route 301 as an alternative to I-75
to get there because of the hostage situation we were told about.
In fact Marty had the radio on and the FBI was closing on the
killer from what we gathered. May have him by now. Who knows.. the
world is full of lunacy anyway. There are going to be loons; there
isn't a damn thing the rest of the world can do about it except try
to put away the ones that they can. Even our views on the world
were very similar- we were all street-smart and knew when to say
"no." No one here does drugs, or even smokes cigarettes. That is
one of the wild things about this gang- it's almost too fuckin'
perfect. All of these guys were good looking... including myself.
I'm not egotistical, but I passed their standards and they
certainly passed mine. Yep, none of these guys were ashamed to look
at themselves in the mirror.
Everyone was doing great under the strain of having to do without
some of their killer activities on the road. They knew that it was
just as hard on me as it was on them - they were willing to
sacrifice all of their freedoms for a few days in constant
anticipation of what lie ahead. We were all actually happy to be
off the interstate now. The further into the country we got the
better I felt.. still, nonetheless I began to tremble and shake in
my seat; I think that the fears of things that were happening may
have been catching up with me, slowly but surely. Here we were, the
seven of us, and I wasn't as worried about the Frasers as I was
about Ralph- there was something on the back burner of the stove of
my mind and it wouldn't simmer down, try as I may. I acted like it
was a cold chill; Jeff seemed to know better though and I had a
thought that "hell, he can probably read me like a fucking book. He
knows I'm gonna crack sometime under this pressure...."
"What is it, Karl?" he said as he sat by me now, pushing the hair
out of my face. "Hey, cry it off if you have to. My shoulder will
always be here."
I knew Ricky couldn't comfort this emotion, it was just too strong.
"Jeff.. I dunno.. I just feel the ice breaking beneath my feet," I
said.
"C'mon man, tell me about it. What's on your mind?"
"I just can't erase shit like, well... what might happen if they
did have a look out for Ralph or something.. and they were able to
locate us.."
"Well, Karl," Jeff said as he kissed me softly on the face
repeatedly, "we're all having a few thoughts like that right now.
There isn't much we can do about it except run for it, and hope for
the best. Personally if it makes you feel better, I think Melissa
Manning would have flagged him down at our house in the two days he
was there if she had seriously wanted him to come back, because she
knew who Ricky was and right where he lived.."
Ralph had obviously heard the conversation because now he was
sitting beside me. He motioned for Jeff to let us talk in private.
Jeff went back a couple of seats and started messing with Ricky and
talking to him.
"Karl... lemme talk to you," Ralph began. "Maybe you need to know a
few things, maybe no one told you." "Sure, maybe they haven't," I
said. But then maybe there were some things he hadn't told Ricky,
hadn't told the others. Just how much had gone unsaid? "Well,
there's just so much I have held inside," Ralph said. "There are
things... hell, I'd feel better holding a fuckin' meeting."
I was able to accommodate him. There was a long dirt road ahead. I
told Marty to turn off there, he had probably driven too long
anyway and probably had drivers' cramp.
I still had several personal questions unanswered, too. Where were
we going? Where would we end up, blah blah blah. But right now it
was little Ralph that was #1 on my priority list. He wanted a
meeting.. he was going to have it. I didn't think he had said much,
at least to me.
Marty pulled the van to a halt on a nice piece of land off to the
side of the road. It overlooked a large dropoff. Everyone got out
and pissed, we pissed in a circle inwards toward each other to show
our brotherhood, careful not to splatter our neighbor. Everyone got
a Coke or something from the cooler and we stretched out on the
nice green grass, stretching our legs. I had the feeling that this
meeting might be long overdue.
We had just gone through the small town of Zephyrhills and were on
its outskirts just to the south. We talked about getting on State
Route 39 through Lakeland and going to Plant City. From there it
would be pretty direct to St. Pete. We agreed to give that a try.
Ralph did have a lot to say. "I want y'all to know that my mom
doesn't WANT me back. I know this. I know how she is," he started.
"She wouldn't come looking for me for spite either. She'd--- she'd
be lucky to get out of Smyrna. She drinks. She's been an alcoholic
since the ol' man died."
"How did your dad die?" Jeff asked.
"He was a construction worker, wasn't he Ralph?" said Ricky.
"Yes but.. shit.." Ralph began to bring tears to his eyes. He had
lied to Ricky about the cause of his father's death. Up 'til these
last few days, it was something Ralph couldn't mention, really
couldn't admit even to himself. Until now, now he had a real family
and he could tell it.
"He didn't die falling off that building," Ralph continued. "He
died... on the telephone."
"Hey, hey...." Ricky said, putting his arm around Ralph's shoulder.
"Everything's okay man.. don't worry 'bout it. I understand....."
Ricky took off his shirt and used it to wipe the tears off Ralph's
cheeks. He hugged Ralph, Ralph embraced Ricky tightly.
"He was.. talking to a gay neighbor. A man he had slept with,"
Ralph said. "Mom walked in, caught the mainstream of the
conversation obviously before dad realized anyone else was in the
room- he was so tired from working that day.
She slammed the door, left the house. He had hung up the phone and
got dressed, I was in the house then. I saw him leave after she had
already left. She came back an hour or two later, tried to get me
and take me with her. She was going to leave and go to her mother's
in Cedartown.
"I refused to go, this was about a month before the day Ricky
fucked me by the way. See, I wasn't real sure what was happening
that day this happened, my mother wouldn't be real clear to me
until after she found out her only SON was gay too. But the day it
happened, it hit the news... dad started out on the interstate, he
was smoking marijuana- Karl, you said something a while ago about
the 60's movement, well they were part of it, even went to
Woodstock.. "...anyway, he had gotten so high on the interstate
that he crashed and died.
It was like.. like he WANTED to commit suicide or something, after
she found out. He probably knew his marriage would never be the
same again, and...." Ralph was again in tears, but he had Ricky and
the rest of us there to comfort him, so he really didn't stay sad
long. He was a pretty tough little dude.
"She told me, I didn't believe her at first. Heheheh," he laughed
sarcastically, "I thought I was 'straight'.. Ricky's told you all
about the girl with the apple..."
"Yeah, he told us about it," Jeff noted. "Really Ralph, its okay...
you don't have to tell us if you don't want.."
"But I do want!" Ralph gestured. "You are my family, and you need
to know! I love you guys!"
It started to rain and the darkness soon let its presence known;
we'd stay here and talk the rest of the night, in the van where it
was dry. Soon it was lightning and thundering- it seemed the storm
they had talked about was going to hit. Ralph wasn't through
talking either.
"With everything that had happened," he continued, "in light of
what Maurice did to me with the apple, what happened to my father,
and what well, Ricky did to me when I was so low to the ground I
could kiss it, I swore to myself that I'd never get married. I
guess it was then really that I came out, because well, hah.. it
was either that or be a monk, and Ricky's ten-incher felt too good
for me to allow that..."
Everyone laughed. It was obvious that Ralph was back in high
spirits.
"Ralph?"
"Huh?"
"You wanna say something else?" I inquired.
"Yeah.. this is one hell of a bunch of dudes... and I want it to
stay that way. Karl, see bro, I just want you to know that I'm not
going anywhere 'cept with you all. I -know- mom doesn't give a shit
about me.. like I said, she was an alcoholic and she was trying to
make me a druggie..."
"Fuck, she'd have probably put you in Devereux..."
"Death row?!?!"
"Noooo- Devereux. It's a private school. It sucks. Have you ever
heard of Brawner's?" I asked.
"Hell yeah," Ralph said. "That's where the psych was that wanted to
give me those drugs..."
"This place is kinda like that," I informed him. "I was there five
days out of the week for a long time. That's where I got the story
of my F's and all.." "Shit! Did.. did they put you on drugs and all
that shit?"
"No. I didn't really show a disorder. They can't do anything like
that without your parents' consent, and I don't think my parents
would have consented..."
The rain was heavy now, pretty typical of some of the summer
showers in Florida. We were in a small clearing so we really didn't
have to worry so much about lightning hitting any trees.
"I used to have a friend that did drugs though," Ricky told me.
"Bruce Redding?" Ralph cracked up.
"Yeah! Brucey! He let me call him that, too," Ricky said. "There
was a real cock on that guy, too..."
"Was he gay?" Paul said.
"No Paul. But there were times when he came to school kinda.. a
little stoned from the night before that he.. well, let me do shit
to him.. like grab at his undies and look at it.. it would be
stiff, but it was probably from the drugs.
I think a dog would've got him horny when he was in those moods.."
Again, everyone laughed.
Ricky went to the back of the van, got in his suitcase for a
second, and came back. I shined my flashlight at him. Damn! He must
HAVE had some kind of toys.. that dick was hard and he was
wearing.. a cockring!
"So, THAT'S what happened to it," Jeff said. "I was looking all
over for that thing when we packed..."
"Yeah, sorry," Ricky said. "It must have fallen in one of my
drawers.."
"That's okay," Jeff added. "In fact, you can have it, but we'll
probably all fuck around with it.."
"Remember this dude in 8th grade.. Phil Elrod?" Ralph said to
Ricky.
"Yeah.. kinda... Tall guy?"
"Yeah.. used to lift weights together."
"Oh, yeah! I remember him now. I used to see him at lunch."
"Yep," Ralph said, "he was benchin' about 120 pounds one day in his
gym shorts, right? He started slidin' up the bench, letting his
shorts slide down. After he put the bar back on the holder, he
stood up and his shorts fell to the floor.
"Didn't pull them back up right away either. All that were in the
class were me, Phil and two other guys. I stiffened some that day
and I'd swear the other two did.."
"Anything happen?" Ricky said, eating this up.
"Yeah. It did. These had to be some of the first faggots I had seen
since I had been in school, and I get mad for passing up the
opportunity.. this one guy, Greg Morelli, reached for his groin and
tugs at his balls. Terry, the other guy, giggled. So what do you
think happens?"
"Dunno... what?"
"Elrod drops his drawers. There was about as much meat on him as I
had, and he had hair around it.. God did he ever!"
We all started stroking our cocks as we folded back the seats for
the night to rest, listening to the stories. Only a light rain
falling now. This was heaven and the other guys felt that way too.
"Elrod started playing with it. I remember I went home that night
and got my jollies thinking about that day.. man! I must have
creamed four times!"
"How about Greg and Terry?" Greg chimed in.
"They didn't do anything but watch. Hell, we were all twelve except
Phil.. he was 14 and we were too dumbfounded. Elrod spermed all
over the place. I know he was gay."
"Damn," said Ricky. "Never heard that one before.."
"Hey Ricky," Ralph said calmly, "you know that's funny dude... up
until now, it seems like.. I never have had TIME to tell you shit..
we'd always meet somewhere and see each other a while, but we never
really had time to talk..." "Know why?" Jeff said, in a
matter-of-fact tone of voice.
"Why?"
"My dad would only let you stay a while. Remember Ralph, our dad
would only let you stay over long enough to do your homework with
Ricky. Not any longer. You never got over there until about 6:30,
you had to be home in bed by 9, shit like that. And your mother
always had you do too many chores on the weekends to ever see
Ricky, except in the summer near the public pool."
"You're damn right!" Ralph yelled. "My mom hated my guts!"
"And our dad hated ours," Jeff added. "Maybe they should've
switched partners," Jeff snarled. Then we all cuddled together to
bond the gaps in between our bodies. Dicks were touching to bare
asses, balls to bare legs. Ricky and Ralph again embraced.
"God, I still can't believe we've gotten away," said Jeff. "You're
really one hell of a guy, Karl.. to do all this.."
"Well shit.. I feel like a blood relative with you guys now. I did
just about from the moment I walked in your house.."
"You know, I did too," Ralph echoed.
"For me to walk into a house and hear a sixteen-year old call his
eighteen-year-old brother 'semen-breath' and not get slapped," I
said, referring to Ricky, "has to have one hell of a family..."
Ricky tugged at my pecker and I tugged back. We kissed. All of us
slept very well that night.
Before I realized what had happened, Ricky had taken the wheel the
next morning with Ralph as shotgun. Suddenly, I didn't care; I had
no doubts that Ricky was as good as the rest of us had ever hoped
to be. Ralph held the map for Ricky and called out directions as
Ricky sped around the twists and turns on this road. His dick was
soon very hard and as he turned the wheel each time, it would bat
the segments of the steering wheel with force because he had such a
big tool. He said it was sorta like beating it against the side of
a bedpost.
While it felt good, he tried not to think about it, and therefore
did not get stimulated. For the first time since I had seen Ricky,
he slowly began to lose his boner. It was incredible to think he
knew that in the back of his mind he could flush sex out of his
brain if he knew he had to; I had never thought I would see HIM
lose HIS boner that easily.
Now, once he had lost it for a few minutes, Ralph stared at it.
Stared at it long, hard. Ricky was aware of it and it came back to
life. Ralph knew to quit because the next thing we knew he might be
swerving on the road thinking about his sex drive rather than
people drive... who knows what would happen? I still had the utmost
confidence in him, and he proved me correct. Ricky stopped and put
on a pair of Jams so he wouldn't have to look at his own tool,
which seemed to be begging for attention. Still he remained hard
and when he got to Lakeland he had to give it up.. he had simply
creamed his Jams until they were so stiff he could hardly move. We
all stopped at a park for a few minutes, I offerred to slurp the
cum juice out of Ricky's Jams and he gave me no hesitation. Damn!
That was a lot of pre-cum! "Yeah.. I was thinking about Ralph
molesting me," he persuaded. Ralph kissed him and loved him for
that remark. We all loved him. It was hard to imagine that all
these people were ever complete strangers to me.
As it turned out, this park had a skateboard area, and there were
quite a few kids and some teenagers out there on skateboards
demonstrating their ability - and in some cases, their LACK of
ability. Ricky, Ralph and Marty soon made their boards visible, and
skated through the park wearing only Reeboks, Jams and the
necessary skategear, like helmets, kneepads and elbowpads... Ricky
was very fond of pink, and it rather made me feel good that he
liked to flaunt his feelings, even in public. Hell wasn't that the
ONLY way to flaunt?
Anytime Ricky did a handplant his private area was very visible- I
think he planned it that way. Hell, since he never wore underwear
anymore, it must have always been that way!
Paul, Jeff Greg and I sat on a bench nearby, getting eyefuls of our
brothers' cocks every once in a while. They looked nice out there
and they really stuck out in the crowd. As we had been on the road
though it didn't take long for them to tire, and they were soon
back in the van removing their gear. Actually I was a little glad-
they were starting to get attention from some other boys in the
park. They too might be gay but.. I don't think we could afford any
more excursions. Actually we didn't WANT any more excursions- we
had all the love, nurture and caring we could ever want right here
in this van.
I took the elastic around Ricky's Jams and popped it the way I had
done Ralph's underwear when he was wearing it; it felt good to him.
Now, since it had been in the 90's outside, Ricky, Ralph and Marty
were really sweating out the heat.
Moreso than we were. They smelled good. I liked that smell. God,
suddenly how I wanted to run my hands over Ricky... how I suddenly
longed to have him call me "brother" or something. Something
besides "Karl"...
Suddenly those memories were behind me as I approached the seat
where he and Ralph were sitting.
"God, how I love you," he started with me. With someone else, I
would have expected to hear that line just before something like,
"can I borrow some money for..." and that would be the end of the
"I love you's" for some time to come.
Thank God I wasn't straight, married.. 47 kids running around the
house waiting to be fed.. it wasn't in the cards for me and I knew
it. In my lifetime I had known a few "straight" men too that had
cheated on their wives because they had homosexual fantasies they
were trying to fulfill... why were they married? What kind of front
were they trying to put up, rather than just to be themselves? I
didn't care now. It was all history.
I sat between Ralph and Ricky as we still sat out front of the
skate park, just outside of Plant City. Hell, we might even check
out this area.. see what living conditions were like around here
before we went to St. Pete. Ricky tugged at my arm and was about to
make me an offer I couldn't refuse.
Hey bro, you wanna lick some of the sweat off my body? I know you
like to do that shit..
"Okay, sure thing. I'd love to."
I got with Ricky alone in the back. Jeff wanted us to get somewhere
kinda private so we could all get naked. So he drove us a little
ways while me and Ricky were making shit happen in the back. He was
hot and sweaty.. and pre-cumming. I went for his tool and took care
of it first. But it seemed by the time I got all the juice off and
started on the backside of his balls, he pre-came some more and so
I just had to keep going back to it every once in a while. He was
smiling, smiling big too. Smiling like he knew something I didn't.
His tits were standing at attention- this invited me to tongue them
too and I did. We kissed. I loved exploring his mouth and he did
mine too.. we got so we did this more and more often, particularly
since we were almost to where we wanted to be- if not there.
Jeff had pulled another rabbit out of a hat and found a nice long
desolate road. It was quiet and it was away from town. Ricky had
shot several loads of wet, salty semen into my mouth as I had
carressed him to his peak. He sucked me off then and it certainly
didn't take him long.
Now I needed to say what was on my mind. I told everyone just what
I was looking for, in my mind's eye. I wanted to see if it was so
much different from what they wanted.
"What I want is a place all to ourselves. This is going to be hard
as shit to find because.. well, I want to go somewhere where we
don't have to worry about mowing lawns, shit like that. I know that
after years of that shit you are just as fuckin' sick of it as I
am."
That got approving looks.
"I wanna live somewhere that if everyone wants to have a pee
contest we don't have to worry about cleaning it up when we're
through. I want to go somewhere that we can walk through our yard
NAKED without worry of someone watching. I can see this in my mind,
and I feel like you all can too."
"I can," said Ricky
"Me too," said Ralph. "You think like we do."
"Very good!" Jeff commented. "I think you read MY mind on that
one..."
I thought of something by the water. Hell if you got a house in the
city, people could see you. The mailman would deliver mail right to
your front door. I wanted something miles from town. I wanted to
get a P.O. box for my mail.
Shit like that. Jeff liked the idea. Jeff seldom disagreed with
anything I said or thought, unlike with his father. Jeff was as
open with me as he was with anyone else. But of course, with their
father they all had a side of themselves they had to bury; now they
could let it shine like the sun.
Paul's peter was buried deep inside Greg's ass. "I dare ya to move,
I just dare ya!" Paul was all hot and bothered. Greg began to
wiggle the lower portion of his body, Paul just stood there, his
dick getting stimulated without even moving.
"Neat!" Ricky said. "I'll have to try that sometime..."
Damn. Ricky was starting to get a little tan. It looked good. If
only I could follow suit, I thought.
"Ricky," I said.
"Huh?"
"Ya ever had any gay dreams, like at night?"
"Boy have I ever! I've had some good ones.. like one night I drempt
I was fuckin' the shit outta Ralph, and this was before we even
knew about each other!"
"Jesus, really?"
"Yep, he told me about it," Ralph said.
"Wild," I said. "You guys are really something."
"Heh.. yeah," Ricky said. "I know, I know. I love ya to rub it in,
though..."
"Theres a lot of magic in the air," Jeff said. "There are great
chances of us finding just the place we're dreaming about miles and
miles from a big city, if we just look."
"Yeah, now that we're down here," Ricky added. "This is great man.
Karl here really knows his shit."
"You guys have really turned my life around," I said,
wholeheartedly. "If Jeff hadn't found me.. ohh the hell my life was
going through.."
"Yeah.. damn," Jeff said. "I'll bet it was. Ours was too, and you
helped change ours as well. Like I said, theres a lot of magic in
the air. Things are going our way..."
"Even that flat tire was interesting," Ricky agreed. "I had a
chance to well, test myself..."
"Ricky knows which side his bread is buttered on," Ralph said.
"Doncha Ricky?"
"Hell yeah!"
"Oh, and speaking of knowing my shit.. that was pretty wild the
other day, Ricky... watching you shit like that."
"Oh.. you can do that any time you want."
"I know."
We exchanged smiles like they were going out of season. Then we
followed it with kisses.
There was a spot of dirt on the ground where there was no grass.
Everyone got out, circled around it, and pissed pretty much in the
same area. The ground couldn't soak it all up; it began to puddle
as dry as this Florida sand was.
Anytime any of us wanted to hold a meeting so that all could hear,
I was going to order that operations be stopped long enough so that
everything could be discussed; I was acting counselor and liaison
press agent and the job wasn't easy; getting all this love in
return was making it very tolerable.
We were going to spend the rest of this day doing nothing really-
tomorrow we were going to look around this town and try to find a
place to call our own here- we knew that if we found nothing here
that we would in this state, there was no way in hell we were going
back to Georgia. All of us had always wanted to go to Florida, now
we were here and we felt more at home here with this van in open
space in Florida than any of us did in our homes back in Georgia. I
had an aunt that was probably going to wonder where the hell I was-
fuck it. She had her life, I had mine.
"You know what would be killer as shit right now?" Ricky cracked.
"What?"
"A weenie roast!"
"I don't want my weenie roasted!" Ralph yelled in his high-pitched,
slightly pre-adolescent voice.
That got us all rolling in laughter.
"I was just joshing... our weenies are going to be brown enough in
this summer sun anyway, if we can find somewhere to go to soak
'em."
"Damn right," I said. "That's why I want to be somewhere isolated.
You know, I really don't care if it's right beside the ocean or
not, I just want to be fuckin' isolated.."
"Hey, you know what might even be killer suntan oil, if you could
stand the smell?" Jeff said.
"What's that?"
"Piss. Just lay in the sun til you feel warm, then let somebody pee
all over you. Rub it in, let it stay on there. It might block some
of the rays out..." "It's... it's an idea," I said.
"Yeah, yeah it is," Ricky said. "A damn good one. Shit, wish we
could hurry up and get somewhere. I'm about to die for a golden
shower."
"What if it rained pee from the sky?" Ralph said.
"Hell no!" Ricky snapped. "You wouldn't know if it was girls or
guys pissin'! I don't want a girl pissin' on me!"
God, Ricky was about to crack me up. But shit, he was rational
about it alright.
I rubbed and massaged his bare back. God did it feel good to know
this wasn't the limitations of what I could do to him or any of the
others at a moment's notice. Oh to strip them bare and fuck their
brains out... for them to strip me bare and fuck me til I was
raw... ahhhh.. and they will, soon.. as soon as I get us settled.
We were afraid to really get super horny or super naked there, we
didn't know whose land this was or when they might happen by, so we
all stayed in some form of clothing throughout the night.
Fortunately no one crossed our path and we had a lot of heavy
conversation going on.
"Ricky..." It was Ralph's voice.
"Watcha want dude?"
"Did you ever keep cum coated underwear in your locker?"
"Yeah. In my gym locker. I must have been the only one that didn't
have a locker mate."
"Did you cum in it every day?"
"Ralph, are you horny?"
"Yes."
"Yes, I shot off in it every morning before school, then I'd take
'em off and heave them in my locker until that night. I liked to
breathe them; they smelled a lot like the locker room hanging in
there all day."
"Fuck!"
Ralph was rubbing his excited penis through the fabric of his
shorts. Ricky wanted to verbally stimulate his rocks right off.
"I used to piss in the sink in the bathroom every morning and wipe
my face with it. Some people do that with water to wake them up, I
used piss. Anyway..." We were all eating up Ricky's truthful
excursions with interest. Jeff didn't know HALF of this ever
happened. Suddenly he was mentally at one with his little brother,
taking deep breaths as he could only imagine seeing his brother
doing these things.
"I used to wish I could pee enough to fill up the bathtub and get
in. That was just a dream I had though. Anyway, I used to cream big
globs of cum in that underwear.. never washed it. The front of it
was so hard from all the splatters that it would probably act like
a shield if someone tried to hit my balls.. heh.."
He was cracking himself up now.
"Heh.. yeah.. Mr. Cum Shield.. probably still have those things
around somewhere..."
And Ricky started pre-cumming.
That was all Ralph had to see. He was firing sperm ruthlessly. He
rolled over and sucked Ricky off. Damn, 300 miles and they hadn't
left any of their personal emotions behind. It was a miracle.
Ricky, you'll get your bathtub of pee, buddy.
As he flooded Ralph Manning's mouth with his young sweet juices, he
started in about that underwear again, which was in fact, packed in
his suitcase.
"Hey Ralphy, remember Chuck Downey?"
"The basketball player? The one that was such a stud?"
"Yeah. I know I haven't told you this before and.. I'm sorry. We
had a jackoff session once and.. well, I asked him to cream that
underwear too. Only I wanted him to cream them at the butt.. not at
the fly. I swear man, it was just a jackoff session, nothing
more..."
"Hey Rick," (Ralph was about the only one that ever called him
"Rick", "that's okay man.. it doesn't matter. But you got him
alone?"
"Yeah. I have a bigger peter than he does! He had like.. six or so.
Big balls. Man was he ever gay. Even he thinks I'd look better with
my hair as long as Jeff's"
"Well, you would," I said, and that was it. These guys could live
out their personal tastes all they wanted now. Now that Mr. Harold
Fraser was no longer in their lives.
Me and Ricky did a brotherly handshake, which indicated to me that
he was going to follow through with growing his hair just the way
he pleased. I envisioned a "nature group", and I'll be damned if
that wasn't what we were going to have.
It might as well be 1969, because these guys sure lived it. And I
don't mean the war, either. They lived the Woodstock trip without
the drugs.
Ricky spent ten minutes going through his suitcase and came back
with the much-talked-about pair of jockey briefs. God, they were
hard.. and they were making me hard too! We all felt it.. and it
made us all spring to attention.
Shit.. a years worth of teen sperm juice.. all dried and remaining
in these briefs. Sears & Roebuck Catalog, eat your heart out!
"Damn, I used to sneak peeks at that catalog!" Ricky said.
"We all did, twerp," added Greg. "That was how I got my jollies.
But none of them were ever as cute as you are now, Richard." With
that, Greg lightly tweeked Ricky on the nose. Ricky grasped for the
hand, and kissed it lightly.
Greg then brushed his hand over Ricky's face. Damn, Ricky had a
hint of peach fuzz on that face.. a light light hair covering just
like he had on his stomach.. but not on his chest. There wasn't a
hair within a mile of his chest or ass.. but my God, around that
tool... ohhh...
"Yep, Ricky is one little horny devil," I said.
About that time, Paul turned up the radio. They had caught the
killer in the church bus. He was in FBI custody.
"You want to know what I personally think we should do?" Ricky
asked, seeming to get my attention more with statements like that
than anything else- because as young as he was, he had some pretty
damn good opinions.. and he would look better with his hair longer.
"What's that, Ricky?"
"I think we should backtrack to Knights. That little town looked
pretty promising to show some quiet empty spaces if you know what I
mean..."
"Dammit Ricky that was just what I was thinking!" Jeff bellowed.
"Jesus, he reads minds too, Karl. You better watch this kid."
Yep. It was a small town, smaller than Plant City or Lakeland and
not all that far away from cities.. or from where we were now.
Right now for some reason I just wasn't looking forward to some of
the stuff I knew was to come, and I didn't think any of the guys
were either. Like dealing with somebody to try to get land, to try
to get a roof over our head, even if it were just a trailer or
something. Shit, and I'd be damned if we were going to SHARE a
fuckin' place with ANYBODY.. I wanted room so that if anybody got
any urge to do ANYTHING, we could do it. Zippo. In a nutshell.
Everyone agreed. Poor Ricky was dying to cut loose and piss on
everybody, and I was dying to let him do it, too.. but, he
restrained himself several times. "'s okay," he said. "I'll just
cherish the hell out of it when I -can- do it..."
"Yeah... I know..." I grinned. We all held hands and just sat
there. So that was it... what I finally decided on from all this
terrific input.. I'd look around where we were just a little early
tomorrow. Then we'd go back to Knights, about ten miles northwest
of where we were now. This was about as far south as we were going
to go and I was glad we decided now not to go to any large towns.
Maybe we weren't thinking as clearly when we decided on St. Pete.
This way, even if Ricky's mom WAS on the prowl.. heh.. eat me.
"Go Your Own Way" by Fleetwood Mac blasted out of Ricky's boom box.
It was a light enough song, we were all rockers at heart- ate drank
and pissed rock 'n' roll all the way. Ricky nearly shit a gold 2 by
4 when I told him I liked Guns 'N' Roses.. he thought they were
sexy, but he thought Eddie Van Halen was sexier. "Wish he'd play me
like he plays that guitar," I added. To this, Jeff pretended to
finger a few chords on my leg which extended across his own as we
sat in the low grass.
"Do you play?" I asked Jeff.
"Yeah.. you see my Gibson?"
"No.. damn I play too."
"Shit! I had no idea!"
"Yeah... I can play your basic background, nothing fancy I don't
guess," I added.
"Here.." he handed me the instrument. It was electric, but I
managed. Hell, Ricky wouldn't have this. He went into his bag of
tools, wires and soldering irons and produced a hookup wire which
he proceeded to hook to the back of his boom box. Hell, there acted
as a small amp! I entertained them for a while and then turned it
over to Jeff, who was impressed. Oh shit.. then here came Greg with
a fuckin' 12 string acoustic out of the back.. when the HELL did
they pack all these instruments without me seeing them?
"Holy fuckin' shit," Ricky said. He ate it up. We all did.
Soon it was late and we were all tired. So another night was spent
in the van. Interesting- not one single damn car - or anything else
for that matter - had gone down this dirt road since we had been
parked here. We would investigate this and other interesting things
tomorrow at first light.
During the night, Ricky slept behind me with his dick near my
asscheeks. He must have had a wet dream... because later in the
night he attempted to roll over and away from me. The semen must
have already dried because it seemed to bond the end of his dick to
one of my asscheeks, and I could feel it when he started to roll
over because it kinda stuck there. In fact, it woke me and I sorta
rolled over too! Ricky awoke because the tugging on his dick was
enough to bring him to his senses, and while it certainly didn't
hurt, it certainly got our attention.
"Err.. sorry dude," Ricky whispered, "I must have uh.. creamed on
you.."
"That's okay dude," I whispered back, "you can cream on me some
more if you want."
Damn this got us both horny and now we were both hard. Ricky
suddenly decided not to roll over after all, but to force himself
to stay in that position for a while. I had created a mental
challenge for Ricky and while we were both too tired to fuck, he
wanted to lay there some more now and see if he could cream my ass
some more. Now he was really starting to get the picture that
nothing he could do to me sexually or otherwise that he WANTED to
do would be something that I wouldn't LIKE. From now on, rather
than just assume that I didn't like something that he DID like, he
was just going to test me. Hell the worst I could do would be to
say "no", and he KNEW it. See, he WANTED to cream my butt like
that. That's the way he was; it made him feel good to do it but if
if hadn't made ME feel good he'd be damned if he ever did it again.
Yes, Ricky was a real "pleaser". Seeing that his sticky gooey cock
peeling off my butt didn't upset me but seemed to make me have the
same level of pleasure out of it in the middle of the night only
gave him persuasion to do it again and with fury. Shit he might
even cream twice as much this time.
I think one of his biggest fears was that since he was at one end
of the brotherly age spectrum and I was at the other, he was afraid
that some of the shit that he found amusing or sexually stimulating
might do nothing but irritate me or make me mad, this in light of
the way Jeff had ignored a lot of the stuff he used to do in the
past, up until quite recently. Now, this night, I was going to tell
him different. I wasn't sure just how clear this was in his head,
but now, everyone else asleep and knowing it might be a few minutes
before Ricky could float away again because he was so horny, I was
just going to verbally outright tell him. That would put an end to
the "testing" stages and we could get right down to business.
"Ricky?"
"Yeah?"
"Listen man. Hey.. I know you're bushed. I'm bushed too. But
let's... let's slip outside like we gotta pee or something. I wanna
talk to you just a minute."
"Okay."
We quietly got out the side door of the van. There was a little
commotion inside the van, in fact I awoke Jeff who was quick to
flip on a flashlight. It was just after midnight and there was a
half-moon outside.
"Jeff... just gonna talk to Ricky a minute.. we'll be back soon."
"Sure thing bro.." and off went the light. He offered to let us
borrow it and we did.
Well, to our favor, this shit even woke up Ralph. Joy, he needed to
hear this too. Some angel in heaven must have erased the sand-dust
particles from his eyes. We waved our hands to signal for him to
come with us. Believe me, he didn't seem to get out of that van
fast enough.
We walked a little ways from the van so we could talk in normal
tones without disturbing the others. But it was dark and this was
very unfamiliar territory so we dared not venture far. Just about
500 or so yards to the edge of some woods.
"I would rather both of y'all hear this since you are both well..
younger than me. Ricky, I know you do stuff sometimes just.. well,
kinda not knowing, 'is Karl gonna like me doing this shit, or is he
gonna hate my guts for it'.. just like that.. sperm on my ass a
while ago.."
Ricky nodded. He knew I was a respected elder, and he was trying to
treat me like one. I knew he couldn't treat me as a kid his age,
nor did I expect him too, but...
"I want you to know that you NEVER need to be afraid to do anything
to me, ever again. You and I.. and you, Ralph... are so fucking
much alike that I'm sure there isn't one damn thing you could do to
piss me off. I read your vibes, dude. What I mean is, you never
have to ask me before you do ANYTHING, period. I know you now well
enough to know your thinking is as good as mine can ever be. Ralph,
you, same story."
"Damn man," Ricky said. "Jeff said something about reading his mind
a while ago. You must be reading mine now. Shit man, you mean
sexually or what?" "I mean sexually or ANY FUCKING THING."
"I swear man, you are the easiest fuckin' adult that I have ever
found to get along with, and I mean that."
He was buying into me now. He was reading me line for line,
paragraph for paragraph, verbatim etlitteratim.
"You know that shit when I through my underwear out the window man,
and it caused everybody else to do that shit? Do you know who the
fuck influenced me to do that?"
"Uh.. me?" Ricky said, dumbfounded.
"Damn straight."
"Naaaa..."
"Yes. Man, don't put yourself down. You have a fucking good... man,
you know it's always an uphill battle just being gay.. but hell.."
"I can read between the lines..."
"Can you?" I said, believing he could see just what I meant.
"Uh-huh. I thought I might've had something to do with you throwing
them out. But then I thought.. 'naah, the smell of the pee just got
to him'..."
"No. It wasn't the pee. Feel my dick."
He reached over slowly. Both he and Ralph had a feel. I was rock
hard.
"That's not coming from something inside my head. That's coming
from being with both of you.
"You mean.. you don't care if I wipe my spermy dick on you anytime
I want?" Ricky requested.
"Hell yeah! I love your ass... I love both your asses, ok?"
We hugged. "Ok man, I'm sorry," Ricky said. "I guess I just.. kinda
thought that since you were older than we were.. you just.."
"Yeah... well?"
"I know better now. I guess Jeff kinda.. made me feel like all
older guys were like that. Hell, you sure erased that dusty
chalkboard in my memory!" "Good!"
And without hesitation right there, Ricky commenced to rub his
sperm-coated tool all over my waiting ass. Soon we headed back to
the van and fell asleep, and I personally knew Ricky was going to
be showing more of himself to me in the future.