Dream Boy Series

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My last Saturday night with Eddie. It was on me before I knew it. I went over early, as if everything was normal, tossed the ball around with Johnny, waved at Carl the next door neighbor that had heard me and Eddie fucking like bunnies at some point, and waited for Vic and Wendy to leave.

She came to the door and called us in for some lunch, which Johnny didn't seem interested in at all. He was acting as if he wanted to get away from me, which still hurt my feelings. He had started the whole butt sex thing with me. Hell, he had been the first to fuck me in the ass. Why was he being this way?

Sitting at the kitchen table, we were given sandwiches and soda. When Johnny started griping about everything from the bread to the mayonnaise to the kind of chips she had chosen, Wendy told him, "If you're gonna be like that, just go on to your room."

What?

He looked at her for a second before stumping off (taking his lunch with him, of course). She smiled at me, running a hand across the top of my head. To my surprise, she leaned down and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Not a friend-of-the-family peck, but a lingering kiss that warmed the spot. When she stood up, she winked at me with a smile that told me in no uncertain terms that Vic had told her everything. He had obviously told her about the wonderful ass-fucking he had given me.

It was strange. She should have freaked out. She should have screamed and threatened him with divorce or prison or both. But, they were swingers, and had a bit of a weird family. I was glad there wasn't going to be trouble.

I ate the lunch she had made while she and Vic dressed for their night out.

Eddie came in and sat with me, whispering about how he had landed Katie. They were going together now, so this was definitely our last time.

As much as it stung, I was able to nod and smile. I think I really did love him, but I had had a grown-up. When he was out of my life, he was out of my life. I had come to realize that there would be others. One might even make me feel as special as he did, maybe even more so.

As they left, his parents told Eddie to take care of us.

Vic told us, "Don't wreck the whole house." His wink let me know that he knew, and though he might not approve entirely, he wasn't going to say anything. How could he? He had fucked my little ass himself.

I grinned at him as he closed the door.

We spent as much time snuggled on the couch as we did going after each other. Eddie was tender and slow, every time. He was making love to me, not fucking me.

He made a quick dinner for Johnny, taking it to him in his room.

During one of our cuddles, he whispered, "You're a special kid, Little Buddy. I'm glad I got to know you."

"Me, too."

The last coupling took more than an hour. He carried me into his bedroom and loved me slowly and gently, in every position we could think of. At the end, we were face-to-face again, me on my back with my knees all the way up, like his father had taken me. But Eddie wasn't trying to pound me through the bed-springs, he was loving me slowly and tenderly.

The last time he shot inside me, he was kissing me softly, but deeply, like I was his love, not Katie. He kept going afterwards, still sliding in and out, still probing as deep as he could. I didn't have the heart to tell him that there were deeper places inside me that had been reached. I just loved him back with all I had.

We slept that night like spoons in a drawer, cuddling together until we fell asleep.

I awoke first and decided to give him a last, slow blowjob. That morning wood was too much to resist. He woke up with a groan and a smile, let me do what I wanted, and rewarded me with one last mouthful of his salty load.

We had a small breakfast and said Goodbye with a solid half hour of hugs and kisses.

He told me that he would never forget me. I told him the same. I haven't. I hope he hasn't.

The last thing he said to me was, "So long, Little Buddy."

I was heartbroken, but knew it was for the best. We were moving in just over three weeks. They'd be lonely weeks, but I had memories. Good ones.

Of course, I had also become addicted to having a dick to suck and drill me up the ass. By Wednesday the next week, I was riding my bike around the base, just hoping to run into Curly or Joey or Tony. Or better yet, Charlie or Lenny. Anyone that would put a hard dick in either my mouth or my ass, and preferably both.

Instead, at the PX, I ran into Carl. I waved at him with a grin on my face. Vic had told me that he knew about Eddie and me. He'd heard us going at it, maybe even heard the Party. He waved back and blushed.

Aw, I thought. Are you embarrassed, Mister Carl? Does knowing what I do make you nervous? Do these short shorts make you picture it happening?

I walked around the store, not really interested in anything. I was watching the faces around me. I kept hoping that one of the other playmates I had known would happen by.

None of them did, but I did notice Carl two or three times. He seemed to be looking at things with the same disinterest as me. I realized that he had shown up somewhere nearby every time I stood still for more than a minute or so.

To test whether or not I was imagining things, I went to the Boys' Department and flipped through the racks of pants. I watched the store from the corner of my eye.

Well, I'll be. There he was, just across the wide aisle, looking carelessly through the civilian shoes.

What now? I wondered. He knew about me and Eddie. Did he know about me and Vic? What if he did? Was he following me for a reason? Was it a good reason?

I didn't feel creeped out by him. I didn't get the sense that I should try to get away.

So, what now?

An idea brought a smile to my face. It would be innocent enough, but would let me gather clues as to his intentions.

I turned around, checked to see that there were no nosy nellies nearby, and walked right up to him. He looked down with surprise. He, too looked around quickly, but found no one within earshot and no one paying any attention to us.

"Do you know where the bathrooms are?" I asked.

Now, I knew perfectly well where the bathrooms were and I think he knew that. As it was, the sodas I had drunk earlier were nearly done with their trip through my body anyhow. It was a perfectly legitimate question, for all intents and purposes.

"Of course," he said.

"Could you show me?"

He cast another oddly guilty look around and said, "Sure."

I followed him, close behind but not too close. His uniform wasn't tight enough to show his body off, but I had seen him in shorts and a tee shirt. He was younger than Vic, maybe twenty-five, and had well-defined muscles, from what I had seen. He wore what smelled like Aqua Velva, but not so much of it that it was overpowering.

We went to the back of the store and down a cinder block-lined hallway.

At the sign on the wall, he stopped and said, "Here you go."

I gave him one of my lip-biting smiles, looking first in his eyes before casting a quick glance at his crotch. "Thanks."

Stepping into the echoing restroom, I quickly looked around. Good. No one else in there. As I walked across to the wall of urinals, I wondered if he had followed me in. They were the old floor-length ceramic models. There were five of them between the wall and the first enclosed stall. I chose the center one, listening intently for movement behind me. Had he followed me in?

Shuffle-shuffle.

Yes! He had come in behind me. His footsteps went to the sinks. I heard a sheet of paper towel being torn off.

Standing before the white trough, I did something I hadn't done since I was little. Instead of simply pulling my shorts down enough to free myself, I went ahead and dropped them, briefs and all, all the way to my ankles, exposing my peach-fuzzy butt.

I tried to watch in the chrome plumbing to see if he noticed. Hey, Buster! Check out this ass! Look at it! You want it? Do you?

The paper towel was wadded up and thrown away. Then I heard him say, "Shit. Now I gotta piss."

Do you now?

No matter which pisser he chose, he wouldn't be more than two away from me. To my amazement, he chose the one directly to my right. He unzipped and pulled out his dick, trying to get a stream going. With the boldness I had recently found, I turned and gave it a good look. He blinked a couple times, but didn't say anything.

When I went to pull my shorts back up, I turned my back to him and bent, not at the knees, but at the waist, giving him a full-moon look.

Yeah, Buster, check this little ass out. Nice, huh? C'mon, look at it.

At the sinks, I took my time washing my hands and watched him in the mirror. He shook himself, flushed, and turned around. He caught me watching him, but I didn't turn away, I just smiled at him again. He came up to the next sink and turned the water on, washing his own hands as I turned for the paper towels.

I took my time getting out of there. I waited until I heard him tear off one of the rough paper towels before starting for the door, slowly.

He came into the hall right behind me. Turning around I said, "Thanks."

"Yeah," he breathed.

"For showing me... the bathroom."

"Yeah," he repeated.

I grinned at him as we came back out into the showroom. I headed toward the front of the store, shaking my butt a lot more than usual. Was he following? Was he watching?

I couldn't believe the way I was acting, but he was nice-looking, and he knew about me. It made me feel wanted, whether or not he did. I wanted to know whether or not he did.

Another trick I learned from my Dad. As I walked, I looked up at the round, domed mirror in the front of the store.

Oh, shit. He was back there. He was watching me and following at a distance. I slowed down and headed for the door. Back out in the warm sunshine, I went to the bike rack. Trying to see if he had come out behind me, I decided not to go around the bike to reach the lock. I bent over the seat instead, showing my butt once again and hoping that he was there to see.

A footstep. A shuffling footstep. Was it him? Was he looking at me?

Removing the cable, I wound it around the seat, wiggling my butt as I did so. When I pulled the front tire out of the rack, I turned around.

He was just starting across the parking lot. As I watched, he looked back at me. What could I do? I waved and smiled again. He waved back.

I got on the bike and rode quickly through the lot and found him fumbling with the keys to his car. He glanced up and actually dropped them with a jingling crash.

By the time he stood up with them, I was there by the rear of his car.

He looked guiltily around the lot, but there was nobody paying attention to a soldier and a kid.

"You live next door to Eddie and Johnny, don't you?" I asked, as if I didn't know.

"Yeah," he answered. "I didn't think you recognized me."

He was blushing. I had another one blushing.

I was sitting on the bike with one leg on the ground so that he could get a view of the lines of my leg and my butt. "I wasn't sure until I saw your car."

He got his door unlocked, but didn't open it right away. Instead, he looked up at me. "You spend the night over there a lot, don't you?"

"Yeah. I used to anyway."

"Notice it's only when Vic and Wendy are gone."

"We like it that way. We can play alone."

He nodded. "So, you're Johnny's friend?"

"Eddie's more than Johnny's."

"Oh."

He fell silent, thinking.

I was, too. I wasn't sure if I sensed an interest or not. I needed a way to throw out some bait.

"So," he asked, having trouble with his choice of words. "You and Eddie are the friends?"

"Yeah."

Come on, man. Give me something to work with here.

There was a hesitation. "Whadda you two do?"

Without thinking about it, I told him, "Play with each other."

"Whadda you play?"

"With each other," I repeated. When his eyes went wide, I grinned.

He was flabbergasted. Once more, he looked around at the nearly empty lot. I was still grinning when he turned his attention back to me.

"What?" I asked. "Vic told me you heard us. Why are you acting surprised?"

He stammered a second. "Wait. Vic told you that."

"Yeah, we had a talk about it."

"A talk about it."

"Yeah."

"So, he knows what you two are up to when they're gone?"

"Yeah."

"And he still let you come over the other night?"

"Yeah. We're not hurting anyone."

Shaking his head, he said, "I... I dunno..." When he fell silent, I saw things going through his mind. For a brief second, there was a smile, but it faded. He licked his lips and nodded.

Another thought hit me. They were swingers. He was their neighbor, a quite friendly neighbor. He had smiled quickly during his assessment of the situation.

I took a shot. "Is Miss Wendy as cute naked as she is in a bathing suit?"

He grinned, quickly wiping it away.

Busted, fella.

He looked around again and put a finger to his lips. But, he was smiling.

I smiled back. "What's wrong with us young'uns having some fun, too?"

He took a couple steps toward the back of the car (and me), putting his elbow on the roof. "He's a little older than you, isn't he?"

I leaned up, arching my back and accenting my ass again. "I've had older."

His eyes absolutely bugged. "Older?"

"Yeah."

"How old?"

I grinned. Instead of answering, I put a finger to my lips.

He chuckled. Taking another step closer and resting a hand on the trunk of the car, he leaned down and said, "Seriously. How old?"

If he was trying to get me to rat on Vic, he was barking up the wrong tree. "High School guys," I told him.

"High School guys," he repeated. "Really?"

"Yeah." I had no reason to lie. In three weeks I was a memory to this place. In fact, I decided to go further. "There was one grown-up, but there's no way I'll tell you who it was."

His eyes went even wider. "You've let a grown-up..."

"Let him? I practically had to beg him."

Now, he was blown away. He leaned up and shook his head. I just stood there smiling.

I stayed with my back bent and my ass out, shaking it a little.

"You like it that much?"

"Yes."

"Even with grown-ups?"

"Especially with grown-ups." Holy shit! What was I doing? You could never have convinced me a year earlier that I would be standing in the PX parking lot trying to get a man I barely knew to look at me like a sex object, but there I was doing it. I wanted him to want to fuck me. I wanted him to fuck me. Come on, man. Want to fuck me.

He leaned up and stared at me, his face a total blank.

I had done it. I had told him all that needed to be told. The ball was in his court now. What would he do?

He seemed to be thinking the same thing. What was he going to do?

Much like Vic had done, he went to speak a couple times, but nothing came out. I let him sweat with his words a few seconds then told him, "I'm gonna go riding out by the ranges for a while. I go out there a lot."

He was looking at me, lost in thought.

I looked back, my butt still poked out.

"You go out there a lot, huh? Even on... even on Saturdays?"

"Yeah."

"All by yourself?"

"Yeah." Oh, shit. Come on, fella. Two plus two.

He didn't have another question. I think he was afraid to come right out and ask, so I gave him some more bait.

"I'll be out by the old water tower about noon."

He looked white, like he was about to pass out. He swallowed a time or two, said nothing, and nodded weakly.

Finally, I relaxed my posture, put my foot on the pedal and confirmed, "Noon, Saturday. The old water tower."

He looked around the parking lot for what seemed like the hundredth time, looked back at me, and nodded once.

I was off like a shot, keeping my ass up off of the seat so he could see what I had to offer.

Holy fucking shit. Did that really just happen? Did I just make a date with a grown-up? Did I just get another grown-up interested in fucking me? Holy fucking shit.

I went straight on home. I was so excited I didn't even think about going by Charlie's. Mom had no idea what had made me so happy, but she was happy for me. Only later did I allow myself to analyze things. He had two and a half days to change his mind.

No. I knew what time he got home at night and I knew where he lived. I'd simply happen to be riding by when he got there and give him another good look at what he was being offered. He couldn't turn down a cute butt like mine. Not when he realized that it was a legitimate offer.

That's what I'd do. And he'd be there Saturday, and he'd want me. And he would give what I wanted.

I got such a boner thinking about it that I had to jerk off.

My plan was executed as I intended. I saw him both Thursday and Friday afternoon, riding by with my short shorts on and my little butt in the air for him to see. I waved and gave him my All-Yours-Buster smile. He turned red both times, but he saw me both times.

Saturday morning, I headed out a little earlier than I should have. It only took forty-five minutes to make the ride to the wide, bumpy dirt road that cut through the ranges and went back into the heavy woods.

It was barely eleven o'clock when I turned onto the side road that led to the old water tower. Once used for the nearby town, it had fallen into rust and decay, rendered useless except as a landmark.

Leaning my bike against the fence that surrounded the tower, I wandered through the woods nearby, looking for whatever I might come across. There were a thousand finds throughout the woods. Some were as old as the town itself, which dated to the Civil War era, some from the fifties and sixties. You never knew what you might stumble upon.

At the creek, I squatted down and splashed some water on my face and chest. Leaving my shirt off and letting the sun dry me, I went back to the tower. I can't count how many times I checked the little seat bag for that little tube. It was like when you lose your keys and check the same drawer five times. I knew it was there, I just needed to see it to be sure.

I don't remember what I found in the mossy overgrowth, but something had my attention.

It didn't strike me that there was a car coming up the dirt road until I realized that there was a car coming up the dirt road.

My heart leapt. Was it him? I stepped out, keeping myself partially hidden in the trees and watched the road. The car got closer. Closer.

It passed the side road, leaving a cloud of dust as it passed by.

Oh, my God. It was his car.

Beyond view, the car stopped. I heard it backing up slowly and the next thing I knew, there it was. I could see Carl in the driver's seat so I stepped into view, shirtless and wearing those shorts that were barely shorts.

He leaned over and rolled down the passenger window, but he didn't wave me over. With shaking hands, I fetched both my shirt and my tube of slippery stuff. I tried to walk with a swing of my butt as I made my way over to his car.

Leaning against the open window, I looked in at him and smiled.

He was wearing hiking shorts, the kind with extra pockets that had only recently come into any kind of fashion, a black tank top, and buckled, leather sandals. I had been right. He was built solidly and had a fine definition to his muscles. There wasn't a lot of hair on his arms, and only a small tuft sticking out of the top of the tank top.

"Hi," I said, not able to manage anything more right then. My heart was pounding and my whole body was shaking. I noticed that his hands were trembling on the wheel. It made me a little less nervous knowing that he was nervous, too.

He wouldn't look up at me. His eyes seemed to be glued to the seat between him and me. "Hey," he said in a single breath.

I stood there looking him over. My gaze kept returning to the bunched fabric at his crotch. I couldn't distinguish any bulge that indicated his manhood, but I sure knew it was there.

He looked up at me, finally, and quickly said, "Hop in."

I don't remember ever getting into car and closing the door faster. I immediately turned toward him, lifting one leg up onto the bench seat and giving him a view of the shorts that barely hung beneath the leg hole of my briefs. He noticed it right away, gazing at it longer than would have been appropriate at any other time. Right at that moment, however, it was perfect.

I leaned back against both seat and door, arching my back at the same time. I relished in his gaze as it traveled down to my thighs and up my body to my face. Smile suggestively.

He sighed, his hands never releasing their grip on the wheel. "Where to?" he asked in a whisper.

"I don't care," I told him. "Into the woods."

He let his foot off the brake and drove deeper into the forest. He kept his face forward, but I caught him glancing over at me several times. I thought he was going to say something a time or two, but he just kept driving. Looking out the front windshield, I realized how far we had come and told him, "There's a side road up there. On the left. No one'll be able to see us."

He grunted a reply that was more of a half chuckle than a word.

I knew the road in question. It was where the Scouts had parked the trailer for the camp-out we had gone on. They weren't back there that weekend, their monthly camp-out planned for the next week, and the red flags (or Granny's Pants) were not flying. We were the only ones back there and probably would be for the whole afternoon. Anyone that might happen by would most likely be heading for the creek to go fishing and would pass on by without even looking down that particular road, let alone coming down it.

I pointed it out as we got there and Carl slowed down. Oh, God, yes, this was really gonna happen.

After the trail made a sharp bend, it came to a wide cul-de-sac. He turned the car around where it was facing out toward the main road and parked.

With a heavy, shaking sigh, he sat back in the seat. He still kept his hands on the wheel and he still wouldn't look over at me. Gawd, I wanted him to look over at me.

"This is good," I said. "Nobody'll see us."

He nodded.

Look at me, damn it.

With a sigh, I realized that he wasn't going to make the first move. It was going to be up to me. I crawled up onto the seat and toward him. At first, he almost cringed, his hands coming off the wheel and sitting back in the seat. But, I was reaching for the keys.

First things first, mister.

I shut the engine off and sat back, much closer to him on the seat, still with my legs separated and still looking at him with innocent desire.

Finally, he looked at me. He was unsure and nervous. He was trying to come to grips with what he was doing. I smiled at him again, nibbling my lip and letting my eyes drink in his body. I could smell the combination of nervous sweat and Aqua Velva coming off of him.

Shaking his head, he asked, "You do this a lot?"

"Not really," I answered. How was it that I was calmer than him? "Only with people I like."

"Like Eddie?"

"Yeah."

"And... this other guy?"

"Yeah."

Still trembling, he asked, "Didn't it hurt?"

"A little," I told him honestly. "But, it felt good, too."

"What about... afterward?"

To be honest, after Vic had reamed me, there had been some swelling, tiny amounts of blood when I wiped my butt the first time, and some puckering, but I had simply used some of my Dad's Preparation H and they went away. I told him so, having nothing to hide.

He nodded. I didn't know what he wanted to know, but I'd tell him almost anything. (Just not the name of the first man that had had me) I wanted to jump on his lap and get going, but he seemed to want to talk, to take it slow. That was fine, too. I did scoot closer every chance I got, eventually sitting only inches from him. He sat with his hands in his lap, looking as much in my eye as at my legs or crotch.

I told him about my life, about school and my few friends, about how I had discovered my joy of playing with other boys, and about my family and our plan to move off-base at the end of the month.

That seemed to catch him. His head cocked to one side. "So," he said. "You're just looking for a little fun, not a long-term thing?"

"Well," I started. It was a hard question to answer. When I leaned toward him, he didn't withdraw, he let me lean my cheek against his shoulder, even shifting himself down to make it more comfortable. I did want something more long-term. Someone that had time for me. I had a great Dad, but the fact was that his job kept him on the move a lot. He was gone for weeks at times, being needed where the military needed him. He tried so very hard to be there for me (and was, don't get me wrong), but what he did required that he go there, not the other way around.

"I guess," I said after telling him all of that. "I just want another experience. Maybe when I find something longer, I'll be better for them."

"Better?"

"Yeah. Better at-... at doing what they want."

Carl shifted a little. I sat up long enough to realize that he was slipping his arm around my shoulders. Sliding closer, I accepted his embrace, and was at last sitting right up against his side. Flesh on flesh (for the most part, he still had his tank top on). He rubbed my side and kissed me lightly on the top of the head. I reached out and put my own hand across his chest.

It was more natural, more organic. When I looked up, it was not a sexual lusty kiss. He leaned down and put his lips to mine like a boyfriend would. Light and gentle, but with an affection I hadn't felt from anyone except Eddie. Another. I ran my hand up and down from his chest to his abdomen and back. A third kiss. I smiled. He smiled. When he gave me a fourth kiss, I put my hand on his jaw and opened my mouth.

And he gave me a real kiss, a sweet kiss, a loving kiss. A hungrier kiss. Our tongues danced, our embrace tightened. I crawled into his lap, with him picking me up to help me get astride him (the damn steering wheel nearly getting in the way). We sat there lost in each other's lips and tongues. My hands were around his neck, running up the back of his head and along his broad shoulders. His hands felt my bare skin, up and down from my shoulders to my butt.

I ground my boner against his lower belly and felt his growing beneath me.

That blasted steering wheel kept bumping into my back, so I pulled away and told him, "There's no room here."

"No," he whispered. "There isn't."

"Let's get in the back."

"Yeah." But he had some more deep kisses for me first. His hands found my buttocks (finally) and he kneaded them for a few minutes as we made out. I moaned and ground against him. "Yeah," he repeated. "Let's get in the back."

To be continued...