Chapter Seven - Surprise Party
(Eric Tucker, 20, needs to get approved as an assistant supervisor by the end of the week. After a losing a disastrous bet, he's at the mercy of his own team at the grocery where he works, and the other team as well. So far his only sympathizer is Yancy Davis, 18, working at the rival supermarket. Now a freely given blow job from Yancy on Saturday night is about to cause further trouble for Eric as Monday draws to a close).
Getting off duty at the store, I reflected that lately leaving work was the happiest moment of my day. I was so glad my folks were far away in St. Louis where none of this could get back to them. I was concerned about the stag thing Friday that I was being coerced into performing at, and I knew I had to make sure Yancy would join me in it.
But I guess my biggest worry was about how people all seemed to want to take advantage of me or to do things to me. Not only the team at work, but Mr. Bockstrop at the pharmacy and Scott Moss in my apartment complex. To top it off, I would never have believed that Paul Jeffries, who always seemed so mature, would turn out to be part of that stag crowd.
As I drove to Yancy's, I looked around and realized this was the first time I had seen his neighborhood in daylight. It was even more run down than it seemed at night. Everywhere were small matchbox houses and yards with broken appliances lying in them. At least Yancy's relatives kept their yard neat. I pulled up in front of the house. Yancy was already standing outside. He climbed in.
"Where to?"
"He's down by the vacant lot. There's an abandoned kid's clubhouse just behind the shrubs." Yancy seemed excited.
It was easy to find the vacant lot. It was overgrown with tall grasses and big ugly weeds. The shrubs hiding the clubhouse were easily visible from the street. We got out and walked back there.
The kid stood in the doorway of what had once been probably a nice little one room playhouse.
"This is Tyler Tew" Yancy said matter of factly. The guy was short like most 12 year olds. He was towheaded and pale skinned. He wasn't chubby exactly, but he was stockier than most kids his age. He stood belligerently with his legs apart. No shirt but a pair of white shorts. He was barefoot, which gave him more of a little kid appearance. Something about all this made me wonder if his folks had been giving him steroids.
I looked down at him, trying to make sure I was at my full height. "What's up with you, Tyler?" I asked.
"I want a look at that big bone I saw."
"Oh you do, do you?"
"Hell yes." That ticked me off for a little kid to try and talk that tough. "What makes you think I'll ever let you see it?"
"You will because I saw Yancy blow you."
"What makes you so sure that's what you saw?"
"Because I know, that's why. I know dicks. And I know balls. Ask anybody, they'll tell you."
"Well why particularly do you want to see my dick?"
"Not just your dick, I want to see that big bone. Otherwise I'll tell Yancy's mother."
"You haven't got the balls for it" I said.
He became defiant. "Oh yeah? Well take a look!" With that he whipped off his shorts and with no underwear I found myself looking at the biggest pair of balls on a 12 year old that anyone could imagine. They looked like a pair of jawbreakers, snuggled tightly right behind a small penis and no crotch hair.
My eyes bugged. Where had he gotten those things from? My mind whirled with irrelevant questions like did it mean he could shoot a man-sized load at the age of 12? And why would he have big balls when his dick hadn't started to grow yet? For just a second I wondered if somehow he could be a midget.
"Now show me yours" he said.
"No way. Do you know if anybody saw me doing that, I could get charged as a sex offender and be labeled that for the rest of my life?"
He looked me up and down, then with a confident smirk he said, "Well I'm standing here in front of you with my balls hanging out. If anybody saw us they'd agree you're a sex offender, trying to get some 12 year old kid to show you his stuff."
It dawned on me that Tyler was pretty smart for such a young kid. But I knew I was smarter. He stepped out of his white shorts and moved toward me. He was so white and hairless, walking wide legged to show off his balls. I said "No one would believe you. It'd be your word against an adult. No one would believe I bothered you."
There were some flashes and suddenly four older teens appeared behind me. "We would," they said. One of them had a camera. I looked helplessly at Yancy.
"They're Tyler's friends" he said with a sigh.
They were barely a year or so younger than me. Several had hairy arms and packed crotches, wearing low slung jeans and shabby t-shirts. Their arms had tattoos and a couple had facial pricings. They looked like guys who carried weapons, and one had a knife stuck through his belt.
One with really bad teeth sneered, "He wants to play with that bone of yours, and we want Yancy to give us some blow jobs. Right, Yancy?"
"Yeah" another of them said. "Yancy, we never knew you had such talents. Give us a sample."
"Tyler's been giving us the 'blow by blow' details." They all laughed loudly. A fifth guy came from the back. I guess he had been hiding there the whole time. He put a firm hand on my arm. "We couldn't believe it when Tyler told us what happened in your car."
Then he tightened his grip. He was my height and I could take him on, but not all of them. Besides they now had pictures to back them up. "Tyler's already got his shorts off, so let's see you get your stuff down there to. He's anxious to get started." Then in a mocking tone he explained, "His mama will want him home for super soon."
"Funk you, Benson" Tyler said angrily. Benson's fingers were making sore places on my arm and the guy with the camera shook it in my direction. "Get started" he said.
I dropped my pants and jock.
"Well, well! Our jock stud wears a jock strap. That piece of yours sure must need to be controlled" one of the guys said.
"Shirt too" Benson snapped. "Tyler ain't wearing a shirt. You need to be just like Tyler...but maybe with less balls." They all laughed. Two of the others were noisily unzipping their trousers. Yancy looked panicked.
Well one thing I was about to learn in that little clubhouse was that no 12 year old ought to ever be allowed to handle a real guy's equipment. A kid that age can't appreciate how sensitive a guy's meat can be.
Tyler's eyes gleamed. He reached out and grasp my dick. I wasn't hard. But it didn't take much of his playing, even though I absolutely hated it, for my dick to start getting hard. The other guys all looked surprised...except the one who had his dick in Yancy's mouth.
Then Tyler stopped. Reaching through my legs, he took my balls in his hands. He sort of coddled them, smiling and playing with them. Then he grinned up at me.
"Hey, Benson, you got your knife on you?"
Benson pulled out a small knife, probably not more than six inches long if that. It looked sharp.
"Can you cut me some hairs from his balls? I want a souvenir."
Benson grinned in a way that made me uncomfortable. "You're getting ahead of the game, sport, that should come later, but if it's just ball hair, I reckon I can do that."
Leaning down, he poked his head between my legs. "Tyler, hold that bone out of the way. I might cut it off along with the hairs."
This was scary. Tyler held my bone by the head, but his fingers played along it at the same time. Not enough to distract Benson, but enough to distract me. I knew I had to stay still.
"If you feel something warm running down your legs while I'm cutting a couple of hairs here, don't worry. It'll just be blood from where I nicked you."
Just as he said that, I felt a sharp pain.
"Sorry. I'm just having a little trouble getting the space to move the knife. Spread your legs more." Than as an afterthought he added, "You must work out a lot. You've got strong legs."
I wanted to say thanks, but for someone cutting hairs off my balls, I didn't think he needed a thank you. I just grunted and nodded.
"You having fun with that dick, Tyler?" someone asked.
"Damn right I am. This mule of his is some kind of great. He even keeps it wet with some sticky stuff that keeps coming out."
Benson began to pull out. "Wipe it on your fingers really good and I'll show you something really fun, Tyler" he said.
I was relieved when I could see him again. He still held the knife, and he handed three hairs to Tyler.
"Here kid. Are your fingers good and wet now?"
Tyler nodded as he dropped the hairs down onto his shorts. He had tossed them aside when we got started.
Benson turned to me. "Bend over and spread your ass cheeks."
I shook my head. I could guess what was coming. I was willing to put up a fight before I'd let anybody, much less some 12 year old, stick a finger up my butt.
I could hear sucking noises coming from Yancy and I saw this guy who had now dropped his pants to his ankles begin to gyrate. I knew he'd be blowing a load in Yancy's mouth any minute. Maybe after that we could leave.
But Benson had the knife at my cheek, close to my eye. "I see you haven't moved. You don't decline my invitation. Now bend over. You'll end up having to anyway, and it'll go a lot worse if you don't go ahead now."
Tyler held up two fingers, both brightly moist.
"Get your other hand and do two there. That ought to be enough. Any extra you can catch and rub on his butt hole before we start."
"What're we gonna do?" he asked. He seemed too eager. I wished his mother would call him home to supper.
"I'm going to introduce you to the tunnel of wonder." He then hissed in my ear, "BEND OVER!"
I bent down, but that wasn't good enough. "Spread your legs wide, grab your ankles, and spread your cheeks."
I felt the knife so I did the best I could, feeling really stupid. My ass was high and my face was a few inches from the floor. I could hear Yancy begin coughing and sputtering and I heard a guy say "Damn, Yancy, swallow it all! I don't want my good spunk wasted on this dirty floor."
Then Benson took over. "Now rub some of that stuff on his channel. See the hole? Well there's some hair in the way, so wait while I scrape it off."
The pain was really bad as I felt the knife scraping around my hole. Finally he said "That's good enough for now. We can do a better job next time. Anyhow rub the stuff across the hole. That's right. Now take your finger and begin to press against the hole."
Tyler laughed. I could feel the pressure. Fortunately his fingers were comparatively small. I tried to squeeze my butt closed, but he kept pushing. Then unexpectedly someone grabbed my erection and I gasp. That was enough to let the finger in.
"Hey, I got it in his hole!"
"Good, Tyler. Now just push it in a little more, and then bring it back but not all the way out. That's right. Now add a second finger. Put it on top of the first one and begin pushing."
It hurt but he did get it in. Behind me I heard someone say "I don't want you to blow me with your clothes on. I've dropped my pants, now you get out of your stuff."
I knew Yancy was in for a really bad time. Then I heard a guy say, "Damn, Yancy, you should have been born a girl. Look at that smooth skin, almost no hairs."
"Yeah well maybe underneath he really is a girl."
I hated to hear them talk to him like that. And now Benson was telling Tyler to take his other hand and put two fingers in beside the two already in. I gasp. Benson slapped me on the butt nearly knocking me off balance. "Get used to it! There's a whole lot more where that came from. Maybe not this time but soon."
Then he started instructing Tyler, "Push in and then pull back again. Now spread the hole. Spread it wide. Can you see in it? See how red it is? All that pink goodness is just waiting for something to poke deep and get it aroused."
My bone started wobbling from the sensation. Benson saw it and laughed.
"Look, Tyler, see how you get his mule so excited it wants to run away?"
Tyler was delighted and so he did it even more. This was too weird.
Then I guess Benson must have noticed the time. I could tell the sun was getting lower in the sky, and he said "Tyler, you need to go home soon. Why don't we get our jock stud to lie flat on his back and you can sit on his face and let his tongue give your white little ass a treat. Believe me, you'll love it."
"Ok but when can I work this bone again? You didn't let me finish."
"Oh Tyler there'll be lots of times before too long, believe me." I didn't like the tone in Benson's voice.
Tyler pulled out of my butt and looked around for a place to wipe his fingers.
"Wipe them on him" Benson said, pointing to me. I was lying down and Tyler wiped them across my chest. That was better than other places he might have wiped them.
Then Benson called out, "Yancy, we aren't going to let you go until you've given all of us a blow job. Well not Tyler, or course, and not our big jock here, but the rest of us."
"He's trying" one of the guys said. "I think his mouth is just getting tired."
"Well then tell him if he can't speed up, we'll start using his butt instead." They got a big laugh out of that, and one of them said "No problem, look at him go now."
Now that I was lying on the floor, Tyler sat on my face, facing toward my navel. He tried to reach down for my erection, but that pulled him off my face. Benson said, "Stay still, Tyler. Let him get his tongue up in your crack. Let him get to going good. You don't need to reach down for that bone."
Then he kicked me and said "Get to work on Tyler. I can tell when you're faking it." I did the best I could, but when Tyler decided to wiggle around on my face, I twisted and tried to complain. Actually that got me in full contact with his butt, and my lips made him start laughing.
"That tickles" he giggled. "I can reach your dick from here if I pull forward and then sit back." Of course sitting back meant planting his butt again flat on my face.
Finally Benson told him to go home. "We don't want your mother coming here like she did the last time."
Tyler got up slowly. He even sat back down to get one last wipe of my face with his butt.
"Can I pee on him before I go?" Tyler asked.
"Not this time. We sure as hell don't want to be messing with a guy who smells like piss."
"But next time I can?" he asked eagerly.
"Sure. We're going to have good times with both of them and you'll have your chance. We've got ourselves a sex slave and a jock stud. What we can't do to one, we'll do to the other."
As Tyler left, three of the guys gathered closer. Up to now they had been watching Tyler and laughing. "Hold his arms and legs" Benson said gesturing down at me, taking out his knife again.
He crouched down beside me, moving his hand across my chest and abs. I winced.
"Touchy, are we? I figured a jock stud wouldn't be afraid of anything. But maybe that's only when his buddies are around to help him pound on guys like us."
His buddies laughed. One of them said "What are you gonna do with him, Benson?"
"I thought I'd get a little scraping practice with my knife. I want to take off some of the hairs down here. He's got too many and some are even growing on his dick. Look at that."
I felt a sharp pain as he yanked at one from the base of my dick. It hurt and I let out a sound.
"Well, stud, you better hold still. This knife can take some skin along with the shave if you aren't careful."
The first scrape made me go rigid. Benson grinned at that, and patted my chest. "Good jock, good jock. Just behave and stay like that and we're going to get along fine. I'm doing the work, all you have to do is just relax and enjoy it."
I knew it was him and not me that was going to have the fun. He held up a batch of hairs.
"See what a good job I'm doing?"
I didn't say anything. That was a mistake I guess because he glared and then pushed them right in ,my face. "Hey! These hairs are yours. Aren't you glad to see them again? I bet you couldn't see them down there unless you knew how to bend double."
That brought more laughs and one of them suddenly said "Hey remember that guy we got upside down so he shot off in his own mouth?"
Everybody laughed. Then Benson pushed the hairs against my lips.
"Here. Eat these, stud. Do a good job and may be I'll go easy on the pubes."
I twisted my face away. In disgust Benson threw them away.
"You had your chance. Now I have to get more pubes, and I won't scrape that easy any more."
He was right. I knew my skin would look scraped and sore as he went after some more. When he pushed them in my face again, I opened my mouth. He shoved them in.
"Now chew and swallow. I'm going to check your mouth to make sure."
It was disgusting. I just hoped this would get over soon. But first he paused and rubbed my nipples.
"These things look like they've been worked recently. They're nice and perky. You play with your tits, jock?"
He didn't wait for an answer, but began to scrape my armpits while he waited to see if I did swallow the hairs. Then he checked my mouth. I wondered if he was going to put any of those hairs in, but he didn't. This situation was one where if they didn't do something as bad as they might, you felt lucky. That was weird.
Benson grinned after checking my mouth, looking all around and poking with his finger. "I like you, jock-boy. A broad shouldered narrow waisted jock stud who does what he's told. I can see we're going to get along really good."
I doubted that. Still keeping his finger in my mouth, he said "Now suck it, and suck it good."
He held the knife next to my nose, so I sucked.
"Good. You're learning. You'll be as good a cock sucker as Yancy before we're though with you." The others laughed.
Thankfully time was passing. Now others were finished with Yancy and it was getting dark. They let me up and I saw Yancy trying to get up too.
"Now you two, get the hell out of here. When we want you again, we'll let you know. Yancy can give you any messages for us, right Yancy?"
Yancy got to his feet, his face a mess. His lips were swollen and his face seemed almost bruised. He rubbed his throat and moved his jaw to relieve the obvious soreness.
Benson snarled, "Hey I'm talking to you, boy" The way he said 'boy' was like a whiplash. Yancy looked startled; he seemed to be coming out of a dream.
"Huh? Oh. Yes." His voice was a croak. They must have rammed his throat something terrible. I winced.
But Benson wasn't through humiliating him. "Yes, what?"
"Yes I'll give Eric any messages."
"NOOO!!! It's yes SIR. Do you understand?"
Yancy still was dazed. "Yes, I understand."
"NOOOO!!!"
"Oh. Right. Yes sir."
One of the others pushed Yancy's clothes with his foot, forcing them over the spilled cum on the floor. The guy's shoe rubbed the clothes in it while he grinned at the others.
"Reckon he'll have to do some laundry tonight."
"Well, grab your stuff and go!" Benson was in a hurry.
I picked up my stuff and Yancy got his, although he held his clothes away from his body as if they would contaminate him. But actually he stayed together pretty well emotionally until we got in the car.
I had just started the engine when he turned into a basket case. Suddenly he was crying and shaking and trying to curl up in a knot. I eased the car out and started down the street.
"I can't go home" he said, tears flowing. "I can't let them see me this way."
Actually up to then I had been prepared to ask him how the hell he got me involved with those guys. But now I realized that whatever the facts, Yancy really didn't want this to happen, but somehow couldn't prevent it.
I reached over and tried to pat him on the shoulder. He immediately tried to crawl up in my lap like a little kid. He was in a really bad way. Then his shaking got worse. I wondered if he was going into shock or something.
"You're not going to get sick, are you?" I asked. I didn't want vomit all over my car. "Hold you head out the window if you do."
He seemed to gag a little, but then swallowed hard. "No. I'm ok."
"I'm taking you home with me. We can put your clothes in the washing machine and I'll fix us something to eat and you can call your mom and tell her you'll be home later. You'll have to make up your own story on why."
That seemed to calm him a little. I pulled him close and drove with one hand on the wheel and the other patting and rubbing his back which was closest to me. His face was in my crotch, but I don't think either of us would have thought of doing anything.
When we were almost home he raised up and looked at me red-eyed. "Eric, they said they would send for us. This isn't over."
"We'll come up with something" I told him confidently. Trying to take his mind off what he had just been through, I asked him "How did you meet them, anyway?
"We moved here in the spring after my father left us. My aunt is my mother's sister and we had to move in with them because my father emptied the bank account before he left. We haven't been able to locate him. Anyway they were in the neighborhood and I didn't know anybody, so I met Benson one day on the way to the bus stop. Then it got so he was always there when I went by. After that Tyler Tew started hanging around me. My aunt and uncle seem to want me out of the house, and when I'm not at work there aren't many places to go. I didn't know the guys with Benson very well at first. They seemed to get into trouble and like you saw, they have knives."
"Know any names?"
"One is Suarez, and Kovich is the burly one. I probably have heard the others' names, but I can't think now." After a minute he said "Nuncio. That's the one with pimples who looks like he's getting bald."
At least he had quit shaking. We were home at my place now. Fortunately it was after dark and Scott Moss, my psycho soldier, wasn't jogging at the moment. We got inside and I quickly locked the door. I closed the curtains and put his clothes in the washing machine while he called his mom. We both stayed nude.
I got a funny feeling watching him with no clothes on while he talked to his mom. He still had that teenaged way of slouching and twisting while he talked, like he wished he could get off the phone or like he had to pee. Maybe both things were true. But something stirred inside me.
I put some lip balm out for him to use to take down the swelling on his lips, and I gave him something to gargle with.
I had a frozen pizza in the fridge, so that's what we had. While it was cooking I tried to work on my pubes and my scraped places. I could trim my pubes some, but it still looked the way a little kid's hair looked when he got bubble gum in it and his mother had to cut it out. Very uneven, but better than trying to shave it all off. In light of things that happened later, though, it would probably have been better if I had gone ahead and shaved it.
I used hydrogen peroxide on my crotch area, and I asked Yancy to look at my butt. He seemed happy to be able to do something for me, and he cheerfully crouched behind me while I again grabbed my ankles. I could feel his fingers. They were soft and gentle, and it felt good.
"How does it look, Yancy?"
"Oh you look great back here." He seemed happy about that. "Want me to rub anything?"
I had some suntan lotion in a tube, and I figured it would soothe the hurt area back there.
"Did Benson scrape anything with his knife? It felt like it."
"Yeah, a little bit. Here I'll rub some on."
It felt good to have his fingers back there. He worked slowly around my hole. Then suddenly I felt him touching my nuts.
"Whoa. What's that for, Yancy?"
"You said he cut some hairs off them, and I was just checking."
"Well ok, but be careful."
I heard him giggle.
"What's so funny?"
"They're so big. I never thought about that before. Your dick hangs so long I guess people never see your balls until you bend over."
I looked back at him. He giggled and touched them again.
"Yancy, what are you up to?
He looked so happy. "I just like being with you, I guess."
I decided the time had come to really ask him how he knew so much about sex. "Yancy, did you ever blow a guy before Friday night with me?"
He crawled up beside me. "Yes. But only once. It was before we moved here. When I was 15 I had a good friend named Patrick Murphy. He was a red headed Irish Catholic who believed everything his church ever taught him. He told me he wasn't supposed to masturbate and his girl told him to wait until marriage. He said if I would blow him, it wouldn't be a sin and he could get off. If I swallowed that would avoid spilling his seed on the ground which he said the Bible forbade."
"And you believed him?"
"He was my friend. He wouldn't have made that stuff up. Besides I had already heard it elsewhere too."
I wished the pizza would get done soon. Yancy's story was getting me hard.
"So did he return the favor?"
"No, but that was ok. I just enjoyed being with him."
"And you didn't think that was gay?"
"Not when it's a favor for a friend. I mean it might be gay to do it, but it doesn't mean you're gay." He paused a moment, still touching me intimately. "Last year a teacher told us somebody long ago said 'Just as one swallow does not make a summer, so one good deed does not make a virtuous man.' I think that applies to being gay too. Just because you do something gay, that doesn't mean you are gay."
"Oh. And how often did you help out Patrick?"
I was lying on my stomach. Yancy snuggled up close and put his arm across my back. "Well he was kind of needy." He dissolved in giggles and buried his face in the sheet. "Besides I didn't mind. That's why I was glad to do it to you last Saturday night. I had learned how to do that stuff. Patrick was a great teacher."
His hand roamed down to my butt and he began rubbing it gently. Now I knew I was getting boned.
"I couldn't do it to you tonight though, because my lips are too sore."
"That's ok, Yancy."
"I could jack you off."
"Let's wait for the pizza. Tell me more about Patrick."
He rolled around a little and then settled in close to me. He was getting boned himself. For some reason it made me feel good to see that.
"Well Patrick sure shot a lot of spunk when he came. But that might be because I would take my time. Plus some days I made him wait for it."
I was surprised that quiet little Yancy would show that much control. "Can you tell me about it?"
Now he was really boned. "Well when I was doing it, I'd lick the head like it was a sucker. That would really get him going. If he tried to rush me, I'd stop and say 'My way or no way, Patrick' and he'd settle down." He paused, remembering. Then he moved slightly, and I saw he was totally boned and dripping. "That was always fun to see, to know he had to let me be in charge. I mean if you could have seen the look on his face at times like that..."
I waited for him to go on. He was back to stroking my butt again.
"Some days when he'd phone, I could tell by his voice what he wanted. But I'd pretend I didn't know what he was after and then try to put him off. If I strung him out long enough on the phone, he'd actually beg. I mean really beg." He stopped, lost in memory, and his eyes shone. "I knew that meant when I went to blow him his nuts would feel so hot like they were on fire. Having to beg and having to wait got to him bad. There were times when he literally had to get off. And I was his only way."
He rolled onto his back and started at the ceiling. His erection pointed straight up. I reached over and touched it. He looked over and smiled.
"You like me, right? I mean me talking about Patrick doesn't change anything, does it? He was the only one...until now."
I figured he was propositioning me. "Sure, Yancy, that's fine." I wrapped my hand around his erection and felt him quiver. Then I took it off. "Tell me more."
"Well one of the most fun things I'd do when he was like that, is I'd go over - it was always when nobody else was home there - and he'd already be undressed and waiting on his bed. He liked to sit on the edge and have me kneel when I did it. He told that before he found out that masturbation was a sin, he would jerk off sitting there. That's why he liked that position.
"Anyway, to make him wait the first thing I'd do was make him stand up and I'd check his butt. Then I'd ask if his butt was clean. He'd start complaining right away because from the first time I did it, I told him he would always have to have a clean butt. I told him I'd be checking it. He resented how I made him clean his butt and every time I'd sort of poke around in it before we started. He'd say he didn't know why he had to do that, and I'd act like I needed to take my time making an inspection. That's when he'd get desperate. Not only was he anxious to get off, he was afraid time would run out and his folks would get home before he got relief.
"I'd walk him into his folks bathroom and make him give himself an enema. Sometimes more than one if I wanted to delay things. Anyhow finally when that was over, I'd make him kneel at the side of the bed, then spread himself across it and I'd finger his butt. What I liked was it would make his bone get really rigid. Then I'd have him stand and go to the window and look out. That always killed him because even on the second floor front bedroom people might be walking past and look up. Then after a few minutes of that, I'd give him the blow job he was desperate for."
At that moment the over dinged, and the pizza was ready.
We sat around the kitchen table (actually it was my only table) and ate the whole thing. I looked across at him and realized I had begun to change. I had feelings I couldn't quite figure out. But I knew I wanted to see more of him.
When we were finished, I said "I guess we better get dressed." Our stuff was waiting for us in the dryer, ready to put on.
But Yancy stopped me before we got our clothes out. "Can we lie down on the bed again for a little?"
"Sure" I said. The moment I lay down he was all over me: touching, feeling, licking, massaging. His mouth might have been too sore to want to suck, but he went after my nipples anyway. I tried to return the favor, but he kept brushing me away.
"This is me for you" he said. He had me so fired up I could hardly contain myself. Then when I was about to have an orgasm, he said "Now you do stuff for me."
When Rita and I made out in the back of my car, it always seemed like she was in charge. She decided what I could and couldn't do. I realized now that I liked that. Maybe I'm not too good at thinking of stuff. But now I had my chance. Carefully I leaned over him, kissed him quietly on the mouth (no tongue, this was too soon until I figured out what was happening). and then I got him on his back. I put his legs on my shoulders, and with one hand I massaged his dick while with the other, slick by now with my own precum, I inserted it in his butt. It was a nice feeling, and he wiggled wildly.
"You're trying to make me think of Patrick" he said.
That almost killed it for me. I don't know why, but it was like a third person suddenly got in the room with us. I stopped and looked down. Obviously Yancy didn't know what was wrong.
"What? What, Eric? Why did you stop? That was great. I haven't ever had anybody do that to me."
"I was just playing with you, Yancy" I said bitterly. "Just having some fun. Then you had to go and talk about your old boyfriend."
"Boyfriend? What do you mean.? Patrick and I were just friends, like you and I are. I don't understand."
I got my brain back into gear and realized I had goofed up. "Sorry, Yancy. I'm just dead tired I guess. Let's get dressed and I'll take you home, and we can really have fun together the next time, ok?"
It was awkward, but we got dressed. I took him home in silence.
When we were almost there, he said "Eric, I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault, Yancy. Nothing's wrong. I just have a bunch of stuff pressuring me, and sometimes I snap when I shouldn't. I promise I'll make it up to you next time."
We parked in front of his house. Just before he got out, he leaned over close and kissed me. Full on the mouth, with tongue. I was surprised but it was great.
He got out and headed up the walk. That was when I saw a woman standing in the darkness on the front porch. Her arms were folded across the front of her dress. She was looking this way.
(End of Chapter Seven)
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