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Hawthorne Awakening
by
Ritch Christopher
Part Four
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Since he was expecting no one to join him, Steve sat at the lunch counter at Katie's. His mind was on instant playback, reliving the night before at Motel 6. Though he had seldom felt anything about anyone's feelings but his own, suddenly he hoped he hadn't hurt Noah. He realized how disappointed Noah must have been from his failed seduction, but Steve considered the alternative, the one that Johnny had so vividly painted during their phone conversation. Had he given in to Noah's desires, would he still feel like a man? Would Noah have been just another "notch" as Johnny had suggested?
Granted, the lights had been turned out when he held Noah, but was his raging hard on brought about by Noah, or the just idea of being in bed with another human being, preferably a woman? DEFINITELY a woman! he told himself. He vowed he would never find himself in a similar situation with his best friend's brother. No more "dates"! No more being alone with Noah! Only with another person or group of guys.
Randy entered Katie's, but he was not accompanied by Ty, as usual. He saw Steve at the counter and sat in the elevated swinging stool beside him.
"Hey, bro," Randy said.
"Hey! Where's your Siamese twin?"
"Aw, his mom pitched a fit, claimin' that Ty never did anything around the house to help her. So, he's payin' for his guilt by paintin' the shutters on their house."
"And you're not helpin' him?"
"Fuck, no!" Randy exclaimed. "If my mom found out that I was helping Ty's mom, she'd have me paintin' our whole house. I ain't ready to do that, so Ty can paint his own fuckin' shutters."
"Where's Wade?"
"Who knows?"
"Randy, can I ask you somethin'?"
"Why not?"
"Do you think Wade might be queer?"
"You mean sexually?"
"How else would I mean it?"
"Oh, Wade's queer all right, but I don't think he likes guys. Why do you ask?"
"He's never dated a girl, or at least I've never even seen him look at one."
"If Wade's mother was your mother, you think you'd date girls?"
"You know, every time you, Ty, Hal, and me used to jerk off when we went skinny-dippin', Wade was never around."
"Oh, he was around a couple of times."
"When?"
"A couple of times when we were floggin' our logs, just off the creek bed, I seen him hidin' around a tree, lookin' at us. He didn't let on and I didn't neither the next time I saw him."
"He was watchin' us?"
"Yep!"
"Well, for Christ's sake, why didn't he join us? We weren't doin' anything queer. Hell, everyone touched his own meat!"
"I dunno. He's just shy about it."
"You ever seen Wade naked?"
"A few times at school in the locker room after gym. Why?"
"Was his peter small?"
"Hell, I don't know. Why do you ask?"
"Well, the four of us ain't ashamed of the size of our boners, I just thought if he was tiny, he might not want to show us what he hides."
"Steve, JUST FOR YOU, the next time I see Wade naked, I'll run up to him and measure him with a dollar bill. You know a dollar bill's six inches long and if he's longer than that, I'll give you a full report."
"Shit, I don't care how big his peter is and I don't WANT to know. I was just curious why he stays to himself all the time. You know as well as me, he pops a boner on Sunday mornin's, every time we talk about our dates from the night before."
"Well, maybe he don't have any girlie magazines at home to help him get off. Our stories may be as close as he comes to porno. God knows, if his mother found a "Playboy" under his bed, she'd have him down by the creek being RE-baptized to wash away his sins in the Blood of the Lamb."
"I guess you're right."
"You know damn well I am."
Katie came to the counter and took Randy's order--a double-cheese burger, fries, and banana shake.
"What did you do last night," Steve asked.
"I picked up Minnie Frost and asked her out for 'seconds'."
"Jesus! You gittin' serious over Minnie?"
"Nope, I just liked what she done to me the first time."
"Damn, what did she do? She didn't do nothin' special for me."
"You've fucked her, too?"
"Randy, how long have you and I been friends?"
"Years and years."
"How many girls can you name that I HAVEN'T fucked?"
Randy thought for a few seconds. "None, least none that I can think of."
"Well, there you go!" Steve bragged. "Now what did Minnie do that was so special."
"Since you've already tested her waters, I'll tell you." Katie brought a glass of water, a napkin, and a set of silverware and set it down in front of Randy. He took the water, turned up the glass and drank the entire contents. "Well, I took her out about a month ago, and we drove up to Pine Hill and parked. We started kissin' and I started feelin' her titties. One thing led to another, like always, and she took off her sweater and brassiere and I went to workin' on her titties left and right. Then I stuck my hand under her dress and started a little finger fuckin' and I had this hangnail on my middle finger. I was hopin' it wouldn't scratch her or somethin'. She got all wet and I pulled my finger out, only my hangnail was like a fishhook, and I thought it had caught on a bunch of her pubic hairs inside her. I tried to pry my finger free and it wouldn't budge. I knew it was gonna hurt her, but I yanked my finger and it was caught on this string attached to her tampon."
"My God!" Steve laughed. "What did you do?"
"When I pulled it up to take a look, it was danglin' and drippin' blood all over my jeans and my car seat. I didn't know who was the most embarrassed, me or Minnie. One thing for sure, I knew I wasn't gonna fuck her that night! So I rolled down my window and flung it off to the ground." Randy realized his water glass was empty and he reached for Steve's glass and downed it, as well.
"What happened next?"
"Both of us just sat there, lookin' at one another and then she broke out in a big laugh...So I laughed, too. Then she looked at me and said somethin' strange."
"What? Don't keep me in suspense."
"She reared back on the seat, faced me and said, 'If you're worried about that one, I have another hole or two you can fuck!'"
"What did she mean?"
"She was talkin' about her asshole, stupid!"
"AW, NO!" Steve said, pounding his head on the counter. "YOU DIDN'T?"
"Like hell I didn't. I sure as shit did."
"IN HER ASS?"
"You mean with all the girls you've fucked, you've never fucked an asshole?"
"NEVER! I SWEAR!"
"Well, you've been missin' a lot then."
"Damn, Randy! Wasn't it messy?"
"Not as messy as goin' inside a bleedin' pussy!"
"I mean, didn't you get shit and stuff on your dick?"
"I couldn't see. It was dark."
"What was it like, dude?"
"You, the stud of Hawthorne, are askin' me how a fuck feels?"
"A fuck in the ass, yes!"
"Man, it was tight...so tight, I didn't think I'd ever get inside her. But once I did, it was like puttin' my dick in the finger of a tight kid glove. I realized that I'd been goin' in the wrong holes all my life."
Steve laughed with amazement. Sure, he was the stud of Hawthorne, but Randy had gone into unexplored territory. Steve also knew that Hal must not have tried this adventure or he would have heard about it long ago.
"Did you take her back to Pine Hill?"
"Oh, no! I wanted to make a full night of it, so I took her to Motel 6, over in Greenport!"
Steve's face turned white and he faked a cough, reaching for his now-empty water glass which Randy had drained. Randy watched him carefully.
"I thought that would get a rise out of you," Randy added.
"What do you mean?"
"You know how Motel 6 is built like a 'U'?"
"I...yeah, I guess."
"Well, me and Minnie were up on the second floor and our window looked out over the courtyard."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah, and as I stared to close the curtain, I seen Noah, goin' into the room on the other side."
"Noah?" Steve asked, trying to sound innocent. "Are you sure?"
"Of course. That's when I looked down and seen his mom's car in the parking lot."
"Damn! Wonder what he was doin' there? You don't think he was meetin' somebody there?"
"You tell me, Steve."
"What the fuck is THAT supposed to mean."
"Hell, I didn't close the curtains. I just turned the lights out and watched to see if he was meetin' anyone."
"What about Minnie?"
"Oh, I fucked her in the ass, all right, but I made her get up on all fours so I could get to her ass better...and the whole time, I kept an eye peeled on Noah's door."
"Did you ever see anyone go into his room?"
"About two hours later when I was on my third fuck, I saw someone standin' outside Noah's door. The person knocked and Noah opened the door."
"My God! Who was she?"
"Quit the bullshit, Steve, you know who it was...and it wasn't a SHE!"
Steve was stunned and sat silently, peering into this empty glass. He didn't know how to respond to Randy. Fortunately, Katie broke the silence when she brought Randy's food to him.
"Anything else, Randy?" Katie asked.
"Some extra mustard and ketchup, please."
"I'll get your mustard, but there's a bottle of ketchup on the counter, right in front of you!"
"Oh, sorry, I didn't see it. Steve, would you hand me the ketchup?"
"Huh? Yeah, oh sure."
Steve handed the bottle of Heinz to Randy and neither of them said another word until Katie brought the mustard and left them.
"So," Randy began again, "you wanna tell me why you met Noah at Motel 6?"
"Not really, but it was very innocent, I assure you."
"Does Hal know that you met his brother?"
"God, no! And I don't want him to know until I'm ready to tell him! So keep your fuckin' mouth shut!"
"Oh, I ain't sayin' nothin'. I just wondered if you'd tell me the truth."
"What truth?"
"Well, shortly after you went inside, the lights went off in Noah's room."
"You could see that?"
"Hell, man, that's Motel 6. The curtains are thinner than pair of panties."
"Did Minnie see me go in?"
"Hell, no! She had her face and mouth buried in a pillow so no one could hear her screamin'."
"Did you tell her?"
"What for? She's a cunt. She's not a buddy like you, Hal, and Ty. I'd never rat on one of you guys."
"Thank God for somethin', I guess." Steve said.
"So--? You gonna tell me or what?"
"Aw, the kid had some trouble with his folks and I...I don't know whether they threw him out of the house or if he just got mad and left."
"And then? He called you, huh?"
"Yeah, he called me."
"And you hurried like the Lone Ranger to his rescue."
"Well, not exactly."
"And that explains why he was driving his mom's car and why he turned the lights out in the motel room after you got there. Huh?"
Steve realized he had lied himself into a corner...Mrs. Carson's car AND the lights. He face flushed and he squirmed, sitting on the counter stool.
"Okay, Randy, you got me! What can I say that'll satisfy you?"
"The truth."
"I told you the truth but you won't believe me."
"Ah, no! You told me half the truth. Now I wanna hear all of it!"
"Or what?"
"Maybe if Hal knew as much as I do, he might be able to get the whole story."
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Oh, wouldn't I?"
"Randy, I'll take you outside and beat the shit out of you if you say one word to Hal."
"Then you ARE hidin' somethin'! Somethin' DID happen."
"No, nothin' happened. Somethin' ALMOST happened, but it didn't!"
"Explain...!"
"You know I've been spendin' quite a lot of time with Noah since he got home."
"As if none of us noticed, huh?"
"The kid is havin' a hard time sortin' out his...his sexuality, I guess you'd call it."
"And he asked YOU to help him?"
"Yes, he did."
"Why not ask Hal, his brother?"
"There were things he didn't want Hal to know about."
"But he didn't mind talkin' to you about them?"
"That's about the size of it."
"So what happened? Why did the lights go out?"
"OK, this is between you and me. I don't want Hal to know nothin' about this."
"I'm listenin'..."
"Randy, Noah's got this schoolboy crush on me. He thinks he's gay."
"Oh, and what happened after the lights went out? Did you straighten his sexuality out for him?"
"NO! For the last time, Noah and me did NOT have sex."
"I wouldn't blame you if you did."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I mean, he's got the cutest butt I've ever seen on a guy."
"When did you start lookin' at guys' asses?"
"I look a lot. So does Ty."
"My God! Do you know what you're sayin'?"
"Sure."
"Are you tryin' to say if YOU had been in my shoes, and Noah had called you instead of me to come to the motel, you'd've had sex with him?"
"If he was willin'."
"Jesus! I'm sittin' and talkin' to you and I suddenly think I don't even know you."
"I'm Randy, one of your closest friends."
"Are you sayin' you've had sex with a guy?"
"Only Ty."
"Now I know you're bullshittin' me."
"Wanna ask him?"
"You're serious?"
"Yep!"
"For how long?"
"Since we were around fifteen or so...and every time one of us got horny and couldn't find a piece of pussy handy!"
"Does Hal know about this?"
"Shit, no! Ty and I always thought you and Hal were gettin' it on, the same as us, and neither of you said anything about it, so we didn't either!"
"NEVER! NOT ONE TIME!"
"Yeah, sure."
"Do you mean if I HAD had sex with Noah, it wouldn't have bothered you? I mean, you wouldn't have thought me queer?"
"No more than I'd expect you to call me queer."
"Shit! Randy! I don't know what to say."
"Well, did you or DIDN'T you get it on with Noah?"
"I told you 'no', and that was the truth."
"And the lights?"
"Noah was confused and lonely. He wanted me to hold him."
"Uh oh."
"Why 'uh oh'?"
"Hell, all the time Ty and I have been foolin' around, we never just HELD one another. That's when the queer part sets in...you know, with the huggin', kissin', and lovin'. Sounds to me like Noah loves you."
"He said he did."
"And what about you? Do you love him?"
"Damn, Randy, I ain't no fruitcake. You know I'd never tell Noah or ANY guy that I loved him."
"I seem to recall you've never said that to a girl either."
"That's different."
"Why? Noah and your harem all have assholes to fuck, don't they?"
"Fuckin' assholes seems to be YOUR specialty. I've never done it, remember?"
"If ALL he wants is for you to fuck him, then go ahead. I won't say a word to Hal about it."
"I don' WANT to fuck him."
"Just HOLD him, huh?"
"I only did it ONCE for a very short time."
"Noah didn't kiss you, did he?"
"NO!...Well, yes, when I first entered the door."
"Did you smack the shit out of him?"
"No, of course not!"
"Then you must've liked it!"
"No, I didn't."
"You told me that you didn't tell him you loved him, but inside... deep inside, do you feel love for him?"
"I...I'm not sure, Randy."
"Double, 'uh oh'. You LOVE him."
"I didn't say that!"
"Not out loud to me, you didn't. But if you could see the expression on your face right now, you'd know that you do."
"God, I can't let Hal see it, if it's that obvious."
"Whaccha gonna do about it, Steve?"
"Well, first of all, I'm NOT gonna see him alone any more. I won't let myself be trapped. I'll just ignore him the rest of the summer if I have to until he goes back to military school."
"You think you can do that?"
"I've got to."
"Okay, but I have a feelin' your dick's gonna be gettin' a lot of solo action at night when you go to bed."
"You don't know no such thing!"
"Just wait and see! If I see you hobblin', comin' into Smiley's, I know that either you've got blue balls or your dick is too sore to rub up against your jeans when you try to walk!"
"Shut up and finish your fuckin' cheeseburger."
"I still say you're missin' out on a great tinge of excitement. Just think of it! Think how tight Noah's ass will feel the first time you go inside him."
Randy's last remark caused some reaction in his jeans that Steve could feel suddenly. He got up and stormed out of Katie's before Randy could see the rising bulge.
"I gotta go, Randy, and remember...keep your fuckin' mouth shut. Don't say anything to Hal, to Ty, to Wade, to NOBODY!"
"I was just thinkin' how funny it would be to see Wade's jeans swell up if you told him you'd fucked Noah. It might open a few doors for him."
"Well, Wade'll never hear that from me...or YOU EITHER!"
Steve left in a huff. Randy dipped his last fry into the catsup and smiled as he watched Steve drive away.
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