This story is set in the fictional city of Trenton, New Jersey. Yes, there is a real city by that name, but other than being a state capital on the Delaware River, it bears little resemblance to the city in this story. This is a work of fiction.
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Chapter Six
A couple of weeks later, things were back to normal with Norman and I'd shaken off my little depression about school. I was looking forward to the gay festival I'd seen advertised on the Internet when I first got to town. Norman had been urging me to get more involved in the local scene, but I didn't know where to start. Well, okay, maybe I was being lazy and dragging my feet a little. Norman was a member of the local gay group and he also volunteered for an AIDS service organization, so he could have pointed me in the right direction if I'd asked. Manny had a fairly active social life but it seemed to revolve around the club on Broad Street. He kept telling me that they allowed underage guys in as long as they didn't try to drink, but I was a little nervous about a scene like that.
The festival was going to be Sunday afternoon in a small park in the middle of the city, just a few blocks from my rooming house. During our workout on Saturday, I asked Manny if he wanted to go with me.
"Sorry, kid. I'm going to New Hope for brunch with a few friends. We're hoping to get back before the festival ends, though."
I'd heard about New Hope from both him and Norman. It was several miles north of Trenton on the Pennsylvania side of the river. It was a small town with lots of art galleries, craft shops and restaurants. And tons of gay people, apparently.
"Why tomorrow? You can go to New Hope anytime." I was really hoping to have someone to go to the festival with. Norman was going to be there but he was volunteering at one of the booths.
"Well, uh... Oh shit, I might as well tell you. I'm gonna be moving away in a couple of weeks. I didn't know how to break it to you."
"Moving away? What do you mean?"
"Well, you know I've been looking for a new job. My friend Gene has a brother who owns a moving and storage company in Houston. He's offered both of us jobs."
"Houston, Texas? That's like thousands of miles away. What about your family?" What about me was what I really meant. Though I didn't see a lot of Manny outside of our daily workouts, he'd become my best friend.
"I only see them a couple of times a year anyway, so that won't change much. This is a great opportunity for me, Jer. The pay is lots more than I'm making cleaning offices and from what I've heard things are cheaper there, so I should be able to afford my own apartment."
"It sounds good, but I'm going to miss you." I tried not to sound as depressed as I felt.
"I'm gonna miss you too, little buddy. Maybe you can come visit me once I get settled."
I just nodded. I knew I'd never be able to afford a trip like that.
"Don't be so down, Jer. We've still got a couple of weeks to hang out."
So I went to the festival alone. I'd never been to anything like it so I was pretty impressed. There were several rows of tables and booths, most with tents over them. There were all kinds of businesses, some selling stuff, some giving stuff away. And lots of gay organizations were represented, though most were from other parts of the state. There was an old bridge in the middle of the park. Down below it was an area with entertainment. You could hear the music all over the park. There were also lots of vendors selling food and I bought a sandwich from one and ate it on a bench in the shade. It was a beautiful day but I couldn't help thinking that it would have been so much better if I had someone to share it with.
I'd seen Norman at the AIDS organization table when I first got there. He made me take some literature on safe sex. They also had baskets full of condoms and packets of lube and when he wasn't looking I slipped some of each in my pockets. I knew they were there to be taken, but I felt awkward in front of Norman. I also knew that there was very little chance I'd get to use them, but I might as well be prepared. I didn't think I'd ever get up the nerve to go into a store and buy stuff like that.
I wandered around the park for a couple of hours, checking out the people as much as the booths. Most of the guys were quite a lot older than me, but not all. Some were really hot and I had to force myself not to stare. A little after three o'clock I noticed two black kids and a white kid standing talking on the bridge. They looked a few years older than me. The white guy and one of the black guys headed down to the entertainment area. The third guy turned back toward the side of the park I was in. He was facing me and even at a hundred feet away, I recognized him. He was the guy from the train, the one who had stolen my wallet.
My first thought was to look around for a cop. I hadn't seen any in the park all afternoon and still didn't see one. The guy turned up one of the aisles and I followed him at a distance. I wasn't sure what I could do but I wasn't going to let him get away. He headed toward a quiet corner of the park and sat down on the ground in the shade of a large tree. He looked around for a minute and then laid back and closed his eyes. I quietly walked over and looked down at him. He looked so sexy and innocent, but I remembered what he had done to my life. Without thinking, I jumped on him, straddling his waist and pinning his arms down with my body. I grabbed his shirt at his neck with my right hand as his eyes flew open.
"Gimme my money!"
"What the fuck?! Get off me!" He looked confused as he struggled to get loose.
"You took my wallet and all of my money. Give it back." I knew I wasn't making any sense; there was very little chance he still had any of the money. I looked around again to try to find a cop. I knew I couldn't hold him down for long; he was much bigger than me.
"Wait a minute, I know you. You're the hot kid from the train this summer."
"You're damn right. I'm sure with what you got that day you remember it well."
"What are you talking about? I kissed you. Big deal. I mean, it was a really nice kiss, but that's all it was."
"Don't act all innocent. You stole my wallet."
"Whoa, hold on there. I may have stolen a kiss, but I'm not a thief. You're making a big mistake here."
"I know what I know. I had my wallet in my back pocket when we were on the train and after you mauled my ass it was gone. You took it."
"I swear I didn't rob you." He thought for a moment and smiled. "I do remember feeling you up as I kissed you. But as I recall, there was nothing but a sweet boybutt in your pants at that time. Are you sure you had it when we got off the train?"
"I remember feeling it when I was sitting on it. So it had to be you."
"I don't know how I can convince you I didn't take it. Maybe it fell out of your pocket when you got up from the seat on the train. Or someone else picked your pocket. Did anyone bump against you when we were getting off the train?"
"Yeah, sure, the guy behind me must have bumped me a dozen times. It was really crowded." I remembered how much fun it was each time the guy behind me pushed me forward into this kid's butt. "And even on the platform when we got off the train there were lots of people bumping against us."
"That must have been it, then. One of them robbed you. I've heard you don't even feel it when a good pickpocket does his job."
I hesitated. I had been so sure it was him. And it probably was, but how could I tell?
"How about letting me up? As much as I love the feel of your ass sitting on my dick, you're heavier than you look."
I looked around and still didn't see a cop. Even if I had, it was my word against his. I had no proof of anything. I'd never thought I'd see my money again anyway so what was the point in holding him down. I raised myself off him, sure he'd jump up and run the second he was free. He just slowly sat up and smiled instead.
"Look, I don't know how I can convince you that it wasn't me, but you've got to believe me. I'm a college student, not a thief. I swear I didn't do it."
I still didn't quite believe him but I wanted to. He looked like he was telling the truth, but maybe that's because I loved looking into his face. He was so hot. Damn, why couldn't I stop thinking that. I didn't want to like him. I'd spent half the summer hating him. He stood up and took my hand, pulling me up alongside him.
"I'm sorry you got robbed, but I didn't do it. I mean that."
"Well, I guess I'll have to take your word for it."
He started walking but didn't let go of my hand. I tagged along, wondering where we were going. He headed back toward the center of the festival.
"I seem to remember that you were going to catch another train when I left you. I had the impression you weren't local."
"Yeah, I was heading for New York but I couldn't go without any money."
"Did you lose a lot?"
"Yeah, every penny I had, almost a thousand dollars."
I had no idea why I told him that. I hadn't told anyone else I'd met. Of course, if he was the thief he already knew how much money I had. He stopped short and I bumped into him.
"Shit! That really sucks."
He put his arms around me and hugged me, squeezing me tight. I started to cry. He pulled me even closer, keeping his right arm around me and stroking the back of my head with his left hand. I felt so foolish, standing in the middle of the crowded park, sobbing like a baby.
"Just let it go, kid, let it go." He kissed me lightly on the cheek a couple of times and held me. I got myself under control after a couple of minutes.
"I'm sorry. I just lost it. You have no idea how that day fucked up my life."
"Yeah, I suppose it would, losing everything like that. Are you getting yourself back together okay now?"
"Well, I'm surviving, so I guess that's good."
We continued walking around the festival. This time he had his arm around my shoulder. I put my arm around his waist. It felt good. I wasn't sure if it was him personally, or just being with someone, but I liked the feel of it.
"So do you go to college around here?"
"No, I live in the 'burbs just east of here but I go to school at Quinnipiac in Connecticut. I guess you're living in town now?"
"Yeah, three blocks that way." I pointed north. "So how come you're not in Connecticut?"
"I took the train down for the day to come here with my friends. I missed it last year and had to listen to everyone talk about it forever."
"Where'd they go? I saw you with a couple of guys before."
"We got here early and hung out for a while. They wanted to check out a lesbian band. I wasn't into that so I thought I'd just chill and enjoy the beautiful day before I had to head back to the train station."
'You're going back to school today, then?"
"Yeah, my parents don't know I came down and I'm sure they'd have a fit. I've got classes tomorrow anyway."
We stopped at the safe sex table. The woman behind the table told me that Norman had gone home. The guy I was with stuffed his pockets with condoms and lube. "You can never have too much of this stuff," he explained.
We stopped at a food vendor's truck and bought some bottled water. He turned to me and held out his hand. "By the way, I'm Marcus." We been wandering around for over a half hour and I hadn't realized that we didn't know each other's names.
"I'm Miah." I stopped short. Why did I say that? I loved that version of my name, but the only people who had ever called me Miah were Mom and Aunt Aggie. But I just knew that I wanted to hear that name in his warm deep voice, coming from those thick sexy lips.
"Miah. That's unusual but nice. So are you, so it fits."
We walked around hand in hand for a little while longer. I thought he'd want to head back to see his friends but he said they had planned on leaving after they'd heard the band. We'd both been through the whole place several times, so after a while we left the park. It was after five o'clock and the whole festival would be packing it in soon anyway. By that time I believed him; he wasn't the one who had stolen my money. As soon as we reached the street he let go of my hand.
"Sorry, but I'm not out to my parents. I hope no one who knows my family sees me in town today in any case, but definitely not if I'm holding hands with another guy. My dad is pretty tolerant for a black Baptist minister, but I don't think he's ready for a gay son. Someday he'll have to be ready, though."
"It was nice holding hands in the park, but I'm not much for public displays either, not that there's anyone I'm hiding anything from. Say, would you like to come back to my room for a while?"
I surprised myself asking him that. I wasn't sure why I said it, maybe I just wanted to spend some time alone with him for a little bit. I didn't know what he'd expect of me and I wasn't sure what I expected either.
"Yeah, that would be nice. Just for a little while, though. I've got to catch a train sooner or later."
We stopped at Burger King for something to eat and then walked over to the house. I led the way up to my room. It felt kind of strange. I knew Lucille didn't mind us having male guests, except overnight, but I'd never had anyone but Manny in my room and he lived in the house. I opened the door and stood aside.
"It's not much but it's home."
"It's cool. About half the size of my dorm room, but then there's only one of you."
I closed the door behind us and pointed to the bed. It was the only place to sit in the room. Marcus stepped toward me instead and leaned in and kissed me. Just lightly at first, pressing his lips against mine, but then more passionately, like that day at the train station, mouths open, tongues wrestling. We were both caught up in the moment and started ripping each other's clothes off. In thirty seconds we were both naked. We stepped back and stared at each other. Marcus was a few inches taller than me and proportionately larger all around. His smooth dark brown skin had just about no hair, except for that little trail down his belly to his dick. His dick was half-hard, and while thick, didn't look as long as mine or Manny's. My eyes were glued to his muscular chest, his two nipples with large nubs standing out. I dove at the right one, taking it in my mouth, sucking it, nibbling it. He gasped as he held my head between his hands. After a minute I switched over to the other nipple. I'd enjoyed playing with Manny's nipples but I hadn't had such a strong urge to suck on them.
When I pulled back I could see my saliva dripping from both nubs. Marcus held me at arms length with a hand on each shoulder and looked me up and down.
"Damn, you sure are a hot little stud." He pulled me into another kiss and we inched our way toward the bed. He lay down and pulled me on top of him. We made out for a while, kissing endlessly and grinding our hips together, with our cocks having a little swordfight.
I slid down his body to work on his nipples again and felt his rock hard dick poking me in the belly. I worked my way past his chest, kissing and licking him all over as I went. I got down to where I was kneeling over his legs and bent over with his cock and balls only inches from my face. His shaft was several shades darker than the rest of his body, almost black. The head was circumcised, and was huge, like a giant mushroom, and was purplish black. All together he was maybe 7 inches long, and nearly as thick as me. His balls were huge and smooth. I hefted them in my right hand while I felt his shaft with my left. I knew what I wanted to do, but I was afraid I'd lose my nerve if I waited too long, so I stuck my tongue out and flicked it at the head. There was a drop of precum at his slit and I licked it up. I ran my tongue all around the head and then opened wide and took it in my mouth. It was so big it just barely fit. I sucked on it a minute, trying to lick it at the same time. I went down on it, taking a little of the shaft into my mouth. I started bobbing up and down, taking a little more each time. When about half of it was in my mouth, the big mushroom head hit the entrance to my throat and I gagged. Marcus pulled me off and I looked up at him.
"Go easy. Everybody has trouble with that big knob. Let me give you something to take your mind off it."
He swiveled around so that his head was now in front of my crotch.
"Damn, this thing is huge. Where did a little white boy like you get such a huge schlong?"
He licked it like a lollipop for a minute and then took it into his mouth. I thought I was going to come the first time his tongue swirled around the edge of the head. I forced myself to calm down and went back to sucking on him. I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold out for more than a minute at most. I'd never felt anything so hot on my dick in my life. I just hoped I could do something for him before I exploded. I was sucking and bobbing while he was doing the same to me. He played with my balls a bit and then ran a finger back behind them. I did the same to him. When his finger brushed my hole, I went nuts.
I pulled his dick out of my mouth. "Oh god, that feels great. Do that again and I'm gonna come."
He stopped sucking me for a second. "Don't let me stop you." We both started sucking again and he touched my hole again. He put a little pressure on my pucker and I knew it was time. I tapped him on the back to let him know to get out of the way. He just started sucking harder. I couldn't concentrate enough to suck very much but my finger was playing with his hole. Just as the first jet of cum exploded from my dick, my finger popped through into him. He began to shoot as well, flooding my mouth with his hot semen. I didn't know what else to do so I started swallowing as fast as I could. It felt like he was shooting a quart of cum into me but it was probably no more than what he was draining from me. I'd thought that first orgasm with Manny had been incredible, but I'd never experienced anything like this.
When it was all over I turned around and cuddled next to Marcus, his arms wrapped around me, my head resting on his shoulder.
'Man, that was incredible."
He laughed. "Yeah, it was pretty amazing."
We must have dozed off because the next thing I knew it was dark. I looked at the clock and it was after eleven. I nudged Marcus who was still asleep.
"Oh shit! I don't think there are any trains this late. What am I going to do?"
"You can spend the night and get a train first thing in the morning." That was breaking Lucille's overnight visitor rule but if we were careful, who would know?
"I guess I don't have a choice. I can think of worse things than staying here with you. Can you check and see if the coast is clear for the bathroom? I've gotta go."
We put on our boxers and I went ahead and stood guard while Marcus used the facility. We got back to the room without being caught. We immediately got naked again and began making out on the bed. I was raring to go for another round. At one point when we came up for air, Marcus looked intently into my eyes. His were so dark, so warm.
"I want to make love to you, Miah. May I?"
I took a deep breath and held it for a few seconds. I'd been afraid this might come up ever since I invited him back to the room. Actually, that was a lie. I'd been hoping it would come up. I'd always said I wanted to wait until I was in love, that I wanted my first time to be special. But ever since he'd walked onto the train that day, there was just something about him that I'd never felt toward anyone else. He was special and I knew that it was right. I wanted my first time to be with him.
"Okay, I think I'd like that. But go easy. I'm really tight."
I didn't want to tell him that I'd never done it. I was afraid he'd think I was the kid that I was. I'd heard Manny talk about guys who were tight so I knew the term and I figured that if anyone was tight, it was me. I was nervous but Marcus wasn't in any hurry. He had me lay on my back and he worked his way down my body, kissing and licking me everywhere. He avoided my dick because he knew how sensitive I was and didn't want it to be over before it started.
When he got down between my legs he lifted and bent them at the knees and pushed them back to my chest. He had me hold them there as he bent down and licked my balls, sucking first one and then the other into his mouth. He pushed them out of the way and licked behind them, lifting my butt a little as he ran his tongue down to my hot pucker. I couldn't believe he was going to lick me there but I remembered how great it had felt when his finger touched me earlier. He not only licked me, but he pressed his tongue at my hole and stabbed it, like he was trying to force his way inside. I practically bit my own tongue trying not to scream. He had me squirming, wiggling my butt in his face while his mouth worked its magic. It felt like he had his whole tongue up inside me but I wanted more and I told him so between gasps.
He pulled away and reached for his jeans on the floor. He came back with a couple of packets of lube and a condom. He squirted some lube on my hole and worked it in with a finger. His tongue had done a really good job loosening me up because I barely felt the finger go in, until all of a sudden I felt a jolt up inside me. My whole body jumped. He smiled.
"Hit your nut on the first try. Just relax and enjoy the prostate massage, baby."
He continued to work his finger in and out of me. After a minute he added a second finger. This time it felt a little uncomfortable, but it didn't hurt. He slipped in a third finger and I felt a twinge of pain but it quickly passed. When he had his fingers as far into me as they would go he stopped and kept them in for a moment, while he fumbled with the other packages. He spread a little lube on his dick, then unrolled the rubber over it, then coated it with a generous amount of lube. He lined his hard pole up with my ass and hesitated.
"It may hurt a bit at first. The head is just so huge. But once you get past that, it will feel better. I'm gonna pop the head through quick, but then I'll stop and wait until you get used to it. Just push out as I push in."
He pulled his fingers out and I pushed out as he quickly pressed his head against my no longer puckered hole. He gave a short quick thrust and I felt a sharp pain as it felt like he'd ripped me apart. I nearly yelled out but, as he'd said, the sharpness of the pain passed quickly and then it slowly faded as he kept still. When I was back to feeling just very, very full, I smiled and nodded up at him.
He slowly pushed all the way in, burying his bone deep inside me. When he hit bottom, he ground his hips around a bit, stretching my hole a little more. Then he pulled out until I felt his head stretching at my hole again, then pushed back in. He began thrusting in a rhythmic pattern gradually picking up speed and force. With each thrust he hit my nut, as he had called it, sending sparks all through my body. I kept my eyes on his face the whole time, fascinated by his expressions, wanting to know exactly what he was feeling. My hardon has wilted when he first entered me but once the pain had gone away and he began thrusting and hitting my magic button I was hard and dripping again in no time. After about ten minutes of pounding he let out a long low moan and thrust even harder into me. Within seconds I could feel his cock throbbing in my hole, his orgasm erupting inside me.
After he collapsed on top of me it took a while before his breathing got back to normal. His gradually softening dick slipped out of me. He pulled off the condom, wrapped it in a tissue and tossed it in the wastebasket. I grabbed my still hard dick and started stroking. He stopped me with his hand.
"Whoa there, not like that. I know you didn't come but I want you to fuck me now."
"Are you sure?" I wasn't expecting that. Somehow, whether because I was smaller or younger, I had expected him to want to fuck me. But I didn't think he'd want me to do him. And I was a little afraid I wouldn't be any good at it.
"Yeah, I really want you inside me. I've only been with a couple of guys that way and none of them were anywhere near as big as you, but I really want it."
I tried my best to do exactly what he had done. I wasn't sure I'd be able to go through with tonguing his ass, but once his legs were pulled back and spread and I saw his hot little pucker, I dove on it without a second thought. I wanted to be inside that hole with any part of me that would fit. His hole opened up for me pretty easily and I really got into working my fingers into him, twisting and turning and pushing into him.
"Okay, Miah, enough of the little stuff. Impale me with that big rod of yours."
I got myself sheathed and lubed up the way he had and pressed my head into his stretched hole. It was tight and he groaned as it went in, but he didn't stop me. I kept pressing into him slowly until I finally hit bottom. I couldn't believe how hot he was inside, how smooth and tight he felt. I pulled almost all the way out and then slid back in.
"Ride me, Miah, fuck me hard."
I began thrusting into him, a little awkwardly at first, but then I got into a regular rhythm. Again I was watching his face, looking for indications of what he was feeling. I discovered which angle hit his button the best and made sure I stuck with that kind of thrust. In no time I felt like I'd been fucking all my life, that this was the most natural motion I'd ever known. And as much as I loved the grip of Manny's hand on my cock and the feel of Marcus sucking it, there was nothing to compare with the feel of a hot tight chute milking my dick. It was the most awesome thing I'd ever felt.
I didn't hold out anywhere near as long as Marcus had. It just felt too good. In no time I was thrusting harder, trying to force myself even deeper with each shot out of my cannon. I collapsed and after I'd recovered a bit I cleaned us both us with a towel. Then I cuddled against his side again like before.
"Man, that was awesome. Everybody talks about fucking all the time but even so I never dreamed it would be so great."
Marcus half sat up and turned toward me. "You mean that was your first time?"
I blushed. "Yeah, it was."
"Damn, why didn't you say so?"
"I was afraid maybe you wouldn't want to do it if you knew."
"So was that the first time for you as top or bottom?"
"Actually, both. Was I okay?"
"Okay doesn't even begin to describe it. You're a natural at both. So how come you never did it before? With your fatal body I'm sure you've had plenty of chances."
"I was waiting for the right guy. I wanted my first time to be with someone special."
"Wow, I'm flattered that you chose me. You're pretty special yourself."
"What did you mean by my fatal body?"
"You know, a dick of death and an ass to die for. You've got it all."
'Well, I think you've got it all, too. Everything about you is beautiful."
"I hope this wasn't just a one-time thing, Miah. I'd really like to get together again next time I'm home."
"Of course. I don't do one-time things. I really like you, Marcus."
"I really like you, too."
I set the alarm and we just lay in each other's arms until we drifted off to sleep.
The alarm woke us up at five the next morning. No one else was up yet and we managed to take a shower together without anyone seeing Marcus. We got dressed and I snuck downstairs to make sure the coast was clear. Marcus came down after me and we left. It was still dark out. I had tons of time before I had to be at work so I walked him to the train station. We talked along the way.
"Damn, I meant to ask you to write down your phone number and address at school before we left the room. When do you think you'll be coming home again?"
"Probably not until Thanksgiving. I'll come see you when I get back."
"I guess we'll have to settle for writing until then. We can make up for lost time when you get back. And you'll be home much longer over Christmas, right? Isn't that semester break?"
"Uh, Miah, slow down. You're a little overexcited about this and I don't think it would be a good thing to try to start up a relationship long distance like this."
"What do you mean? I thought you liked me. Last night you said I was special."
"You are, Miah. And I do like you a lot. I mean, we just met so we don't know each other very well, but I like what I know about you. It's just that we're almost never going to see each other the way things are. We're not going to have much chance to get to know each other."
"We can write to each other and see each other when you're home. I'm not in any hurry. It's okay if it takes time."
"I'm not in a hurry either. But living so far apart and rarely seeing each other just won't work. It wouldn't be fair to either of us. What if you met someone else here while I was away? Or what if I met someone at school?"
"I don't want anyone else. I want you."
"You don't know that, Miah."
"I could move to New Haven and then we could see each other more and give it a chance."
"And if it didn't work then you'd be stuck in New Haven all alone."
"It would work, Marcus, I know it would."
We arrived at the train station. It was getting lighter out and there were commuters coming from all directions. Marcus stopped outside.
"We've just met and we're too young to be talking this way. Maybe if I were done with school and lived here again. Maybe if we were older." I felt like I wanted to cry. He looked into my eyes. "How about this? I'll look you up when I come home at Thanksgiving. We'll spend some time together and get to know one another. We can do that with all my school vacations. We'll see what happens. In the meantime, though, we've both got to keep on with our lives. Maybe something will develop between us. I'd like it if it did. But right now we've known each other less than twelve waking hours. It's too soon to be talking relationship."
I knew he was right but I didn't want him to be. He was special. He could be the one. I just knew it. But I was being immature and rushing things.
"Okay, I'll go along with that and give it time. But I think something's going to happen, something good."
"I hope so, baby. Look, I want to give you a proper goodbye kiss but it's a little public here. Follow me."
He took me by the elbow and led me around the building, back to our dumpster. He smiled at me.
"We seem to be getting stuck in a rut here."
He kissed me and I didn't care if it was a rut. I just wanted it to last forever. It ended all too soon. We went back to the front entrance and he paused before going in.
"Until Thanksgiving, then."
"Yeah, Thanksgiving." I turned and walked away as he went inside. It was only two months. It would pass in no time.