The next couple of evenings I spent in my bedroom next to my window. I was certain that Gordo would quickly return to it after all we'd meant to each other.
He didn't.
School started that Tuesday and I found myself among aliens, hordes of them. They talked different, acted different, and I was invisible to all but the bullies who made time for me. I was small enough to intimidate while not big enough to be able to kick their asses while they ran in their packs. It was only taunts right now and I didn't need to fight anyone yet. I hoped it wouldn't come to that and even with all I had discovered about my new world, I still found myself longing for my old friends.
I recognized several guys from the mall but they didn't know me and that's how it was when you were a new kid. Even the teachers ignored me. I had a routine back in Phoenix and I knew half the kids and never thought of what it was like for the new guy. I'd never been a new guy until now. I wandered the halls and found all my classes without too much trouble.
At lunch I went out on the quad with my brown paper bag and munched on a meatloaf sandwich and crunched the ruffled potato chips my mom had put in my lunch. There was a large slice of Bavarian Chocolate cake that I was crazy about. It was my mother's way of wishing me good luck on my first day. It did make me forget my difficulties and smile for a second and then someone sat across from me.
"Hey, dude. Ain't seen you in a while. So you're going here? Welcome to nowhre kid."
"Yeah, I'm going here."
I recognized the face but didn't have a name to put with it. I did remember, he was at the tube the night Bruce was servicing the troops. He'd caught me man handling Dart in fact.
"He's here, you know," he said, reading my thoughts as I thought them.
"He who?"
"The little cocksucker we messed with the night you fooled with Dart," he said, looking around like he didn't want anyone to hear. "You still getting with him at all?"
"Dart? We went surfing," I bragged, sincing his interest.
"He don't know I'm alive. I'd go off with him. You guys have fun or what?"
"What's your name. I can't remember," I said.
"Yeah, me either. I'm Kenny Cooper."
"Z," I said.
"Oh yeah, the neat kid with the letter for a name."
"It's actually Z-E-E-, but Z works."
"It's all the same," he said, still looking around to see who was within earshot.
"When's the last time you saw him?"
"Him who?" I asked.
"Dart! Who are we talking about?"
"I don't know. I wasn't talking about anyone. I was eating lunch."
"Yeah, I didn't bring anything and I forgot my money. I don't eat that much anyway. You seen him around? Dart?"
"He go to school here?"
"Who?" he asked.
"Who are we talking about?"
"Dart? I don't think he goes to school any more. We were in sixth grade together once. He didn't know I was alive then either. He should be a senior too. I haven't seen him at the high school ever."
"You're his age?"
"Yeah! We're the same age. I think he likes younger."
"You look way young. He looks way older," I explained with my best reasoning.
"He was always more mature. Had a big dick before he was twelve. The rest of us didn't have anything back then."
"You did all right," I said, remembering him coming out of the tube naked below the waist.
"Oh, you were looking. I'll remember that. Yeah, I hold my own. Just not often enough if you know what I mean."
"You like Dart all this time?"
"He never hung with us. He was chasing girls when he was in the sixth grade. We all liked him because he didn't try to hide what he had. You know, when he pissed or got a bone. He didn't care who saw. He was proud of it. He liked that we were all jealous of him."
"Did he catch any?"
"Dart? What do you think? I here tell anyway. He hung with high school guys. Everyone thought he was old."
"Yeah, lot of that going around," I said.
"He was totally cool even back then, you know. Well, nice chattin' you up. Maybe we'll get together one time," he said, looking down at my eyes, waiting to see if I would look back up into his.
"Maybe two," I said, taking the bait from him.
Coop was gone like he just remembered he forgot something that was somewhere that I wasn't. There were other kids and other conversations but they were all part of something else that first day. At least I wasn't totally alone. Someone had taken the time to talk, even if it was only to find out about Dart.
I wasn't sure how much Coop had seen that night, but I remembered that he thought he saw plenty and said so at the time.
I ditched my books at the house and headed for the mall after school. I wasn't sure I'd run into Gordo but I wanted to see him. I wanted more than that but I'd settle for a sighting. When I came around the corner of the mall, I saw two guys spread out on the lawn. I recognized the green Spandex and raced toward them. It didn't take long to recognize Dart's hair too. It did slow me down and as soon as they heard my board, Gordo rolled onto his back, leaning the back of his head against Dart's thigh to watch my arrival.
"Say, Z. What's up?" Gordo asked.
"Not much. Hi Dart."
I was torn between the two of them. I wasn't sure which I liked more.
"Hi, where you been?"
"Oh, here and there. School. Don't you guys go at all?"
"Nah, I sleep until it's time to get out," Gordo said. "That way the pigs don't hassle me."
"The cops think I'm twenty-five," Dart said in an unusually husky voice. "They'd bust my ass for molest if they saw me around a schoolyard."
I watched Gordo's hand move up beside his head and onto Dart's dick. He did it casually like it was nothing out of the ordinary. There was a big circular wet spot where I could see the impression of his dick head. It was obvious what Gordo had been doing before I showed up. It was no wonder they were both squirming.
I started to tingle and feel dizzy while watching Gordo's hand feeling on the torpedo. What I wouldn't have given to get my hands on it just then. I looked around to see if anyone was near our little piece of paradise but no one was. It was just us. Me with the two boys I adored. I sat down on the curb so I couldn't see Gordo's hand or Dart's dick, even though I wanted to keep staring. I was afraid I'd do something stupid and I didn't want them mad at me. I should have turned around and skated off, but I wasn't that strong. I needed to be near them.
"I got to get moving. Carla is expecting me," Gordo said. "She'll be needing her bath."
He laughed.
"She still only give it up in the tub," Dart asked, laughing at the words.
"Yeah," Gordo said. "That's the only place. Gives new meaning to clean sex."
"My dick shriveled up after every time. I remember that first time I went with you, I thought my dick might be permanently wrinkled after an hour in the tub with you two. I like being clean as much as the next guy, but there's something weird about fucking in your bath water."
"Yeah, well, I got to go get me some of that," Gordo said, kicking his board down on the asphalt.
"What?" Dart said. "You're not leaving me like this? You started it. You always start it, Gordo. No one will be around for hours. It's a school day."
I remembered the day in the car when there was a similar argument, only then it was because Gordo wouldn't leave it alone.
Gordo leaned over to my ear.
"Don't say I never gave you nothin' and he's more horny an usual dude. He's fighting with his old lady and she cut him off. Got to run. Don't do anything I wouldn't."
He leaned away from my ear and skated away. He was gone in a minute. Dart laid on his back and looked toward the sky. I looked up between his legs to see the impression he made.
"I'm here," I said, sitting between his knees in a bold move to get where I wanted to go.
"He loves jerking people around, you know."
"Is that what he was doing to you?" I asked, looking back at him. "Looks like it was a little more involved considering the size of that thing.
"Very funny, Z. You know how he is. He likes getting someone all worked up and leave them hanging."
"Is that what it's doing," I said.
He tugged on his dick but he didn't move it far. The wet stain was still obvious and he was still stiff as stone. He held on to it until he was sure I was watching him.
"No, it's doing a lot more than that. He's such a tease."
"He's totally cool," I said.
"Yeah, that he is."
"You're totally cool," I said, putting my hand right on it before the words were done.
He spread his legs and let me feel it. He made some pleasant sounds and shifted his hips until I had wrapped my fingers around it.
"He's like I am, Z. You can't get attached. It's okay to visit down there. Don't be getting attached to me."
"How are you?" I asked, squeezing so I could feel his steel.
"I'm not someone that can be pinned down and I know that's what you're after."
"How do you know what I'm after?"
"You get all worked up every time you see me. I mean it's cool to a point. I don't mind some times."
"What about your girlfriend?" I asked. "She doesn't pin you down?"
"She's convenient when need her. A place to stay. She likes what I do and how I do it. It's easy. She doesn't pin me down. No one does."
"What do you do?"
"Screw like a crazy man. She has trouble finding someone that satisfied her. Both her husbands failed miserably."
"Both her husbands! How old is she?"
"She says twenty-six but I think closer to thirty. Doesn't really matter."
"So you aren't getting married or anything?"
"Her? No. It's a roof and food. Gets me out from under my bridge."
"You live where Gordo lives? Under your bridge, I mean?"
"Nah, that wouldn't work. He'd never leave it alone and then I'd never get any pussy. You want to go somewhere? You got my undivided attention."
"Somewhere?" I asked, playing stupid. "Gordo didn't need anywhere."
"You're nuts. You want me to take it out here? What if someone comes?" He said in a daring way. "You into exhibition, Z?"
"I'm only sucking you no matter who comes," I said, glancing around to make sure of privacy. "I'm not like that kid they all got with that night but I do like you, Dart."
"Yeah, too much. You want to finish what the little gremlin started right here? That make you happy?"
"What's it like going with chicks and dudes?"
"It's not like anything."
"You don't think it upsets people?"
"How so? I don't do it for people. I do it with them."
"I don't know. I thought there were rules about that sort of thing. How'd you end up knowing you liked both anyway."
"It's sex, Z. Sex is sex. I just knew is all."
"Coop said you were chasing girls back in sixth grade?"
"Coop? The little preppie. He's so phony."
"Why's that? Seems nice to me. I kinda like him."
"Oh, he's nice. All collegiates are phony, Z. Nice but phony."
"Why's that?'
"They buy the crap that's fed them is all. They sell their souls for a line of crap."
"He likes you," I said.
"Yeah, he wants what he can't have."
"So how old were you when you first started?"
"Started what?" He asked, lying flat on his back as I leaned back on one of his knees.
He pushed his dick up at my hand so I would squeeze and then he sighed.
"With this," I said, squeezing it again and feeling it jerk.
"I don't know. I got a chance to use it and I did is all. You ask a lot of questions, you know. Some question don't got no answers. Not like you think."
"What about abstinence only?"
"It's a little hard being abstinent when a guy's got his hand thrust up on your crotch and he's feeling on your hard dick, you know. Why aren't you abstinent?"
"I met you," I said. "...And Gordo. I was before that."
"You sure know how to pick 'em. I was good at it, Z. Chicks liked my dick right off. Guys liked my dick and it stayed hard all the time so there were opportunities.
"Opportunities?"
"I liked getting done. I found one wasn't all that much better than the other. Guys are easier to be around because they're low maintenance. You give them a little something and they're happy. Girls are never happy no matter what you give them."
"Some people make a big deal out of it."
"You mean the people what want to tell you what to do? I do what I want. They can do what they want. I don't mind. Why should I have to be happy the way they tell me to be happy? Fuck that shit. I get mine. They can get their own, you know. I don't tell no one what to do."
"I guess," I said. "Why do people think there is only one way to do things?"
"Shit if I know. They do is all. They been doing it forever. I just don't play that game."
"I guess that's why I don't abstain. You're why I don't abstain. I might never meet anyone like you again," I said, feeling him firmly and watching his face as he squirmed to my touch.
I felt wonderfully wicked.
"Best thing that ever happened to you, Z. I'm no good for a guy like you. You need some nice cleancut preppie to keep house with. You'll be faithful to each other and play by the rules. Fall in love. I'll never get enough and I'll never just eat one. I believe rules are made to be broken."
"Why Dart? You're perfect. You're hot, horny, and a handful."
"My old man use to tell me what to do. You know, do this, don't do that sort of thing. I had soccer, basketball, and baseball. I played the violin and I even had to learn ballroom dancing. Not to mention church twice a week and Sunday dinners at Me Maws, his mother's. My entire day was programmed from sun up until midnight and then I had to find time to do homework before school or get beat for getting lousy grades.
"It's the only way you'll get anywhere," he told me. I hated every minute of it."
"What happened?" I asked, losing track of his dick and becoming involved in his life.
"I liked baseball a lot. I was a bit awkward for soccer and I hated the violin."
"What happened?"
"I discovered fucking. I liked it and not only that, I was good at it. I quit that other shit so I could practice."
"What did your old man say?"
"He couldn't say anything. He introduced me to fucking."
"Your old man?"
"Quite by accident, you understand. I forgot my lunch money. I went beboppin' over to the house and I looked in from the deck as I was going up the stairs. My old man is on his knees and he's got his face shoved up some ladies behind. She's lying on the dinning room table, so I can't see who it is. Her panties are around her ankles and he's just muchin' away. Well, we did eat dinner there. He stood up and unzipped his pants and laid the wood to her. My jaw dropped. My dick got hard and I forgot the rest."
"He didn't see you?"
"Nah, I was on the stairs outside the sliding glass doors. They never knew I was there. Not then anyway."
"Did you know the girl?"
"Oh yeah, I knew her. It was his secretary's daughter. She was a little older than me."
"How old was she?"
"Not nearly old enough," he emphasized. "He had always taken her to doctors appointments and after school stuff so his secretary got the work done. No one else knew there was a payoff for dad, and so I quit everything and devoted my life to sex.
"I remembered how he use to tell me that for a guy to be successful he's got to be celibate and then find a good woman to marry and be monogamous, just like he was. Only he wasn't. He was a fraud. They got divorced and I started hanging out. Neither of my parents was a prize."
"You told your mother?"
"No! They were always fighting even before that. They got there on there own. Maybe after dad knew I knew about girlfriend."
"He knew you knew?"
"Oh yeah. He broke bad on me one day about me being a total loser because I didn't do what he said any more. I just mentioned Brenda's name and asked him how it was. He knew I knew. He was scared shitless I'd bust him and he'd lose everything. I didn't care."
"That's bogus," I said.
"Like father like son. The genes don't fall far from the tree, Z. I knew I wanted some of that action from that day on. I couldn't wait for a chance to try out what I saw him doing."
"When did you first have sex?" I asked, not expecting an answer.
"A few days later. There was this girl doming the guys in the back of my bus. I'd watched her doing it before. I always sat back with the older kids. Once the bus started to clear out we were the only ones in the back, so it wasn't like anyone could see us.
"She's down on one guy and the other guy is feeling her up. She says, if he ate it she'd let him slip it in for a minute. He was horrified at the thought of putting his mouth where he wanted to get his dick. I wasn't. I had remembered my old man and Brenda. I wanted to try it. I had even thought about blackmailing Brenda into doing it with me. Even I'm not that bad."
"You did it in a school bus full of kids."
"Maybe a quarter full. Why not? It's what she wanted. So, I did my duty as I saw it. Then she let both the other guys have a minute of indoor activity. They were beside themselves with gratitude. One guy said it was his first pussy. He couldn't stop talking about it once we got off the bus."
"You watched?" I asked, wondering what it might look like up close.
"I was the warm up act, remember? They weren't going to wait for her to cool off. She just sat down on one and then the other. Needless to say they all had a certain appreciation for my contribution to their little bus orgy. One of the guys had a couple of girls he wanted to introduce me to. The only thing between him and success was a little oral persuasion, which I was brought along to provide. Of course none them knew I was twelve and supposed to be riding the junior high bus. I was as big as half of them were in all respects except I only fired blanks back then.
"I became their prep guy at parties. Get it warmed up, you know. I saw enough to know where everything went."
"Wow!" I said. "You really like that?"
"What's not to like. They squeal and squirm and beg for more. It was all too cool. A guys got to be good at something or other."
"Man your dick is hard," I said, feeling it expanding in my hand as I squeezed, embolden by the confession and the sex talk, not to mention my own condition.
"We ought to go somewhere," he said as it throbbed in my fist. "I might blow a load right now if you keep pulling on it."
"I bet you'd pop if I put my mouth on it. Like Gordo did in the car. How ever you want. I'm ready to cum right now," I said, feeling myself getting hotter as we talked.
"What can I say? I'm a stud and what I really want to do is fuck you, Z. Like over in the woods where we could have privacy. We can't do that out here. Once I get started I don't stop for passing cars."
I felt the size of him. I wasn't sure I wanted him fucking me. Putting my mouth on it was one thing but sitting on it was another deal. I thought I might need to start with something smaller and work up to his.
"You got a rubber?" I asked, stalling for time.
"I'm Catholic. I don't do rubbers," he said.
"What about AIDS?"
"Lord looks after that. Holy Father says no rubbers. He's the law."
"He also says dude's fucking dude's is wrong," I said, remembering my bible as translated by all those old timey dudes.
"What does he know?" Dart answered. "He hasn't fucked a little boy since seminary. He's forgot about how good that was. The memory is the first thing to go."
"You pick the rules you like?" I asked.
"Look, rubbers interfere with pleasure. I am religiously opposed to anything what might detracts from anyone's pleasure. I'm not only thinking about myself, you see. Go ahead and blow me then," he said, sounding exasperated by my holy logic but yielding to my concern. "Do something before I decide jacking off is what I want to do."
"Hey," the big blond boy said, walking up with his board in his hand. "Long time no see Dart. Do what you say?"
It was obvious he'd seen more than either one of us was comfortable with but I was still hot for Dart.
"Lucky me," Dart said, pushing my hand off his crotch in a casual move. "Haven't seen you in a while, Paul. Your brother is still hanging out."
"I go up to SDSU now."
"Finally hit the big time," Dart said. "How's the pussy up that way?"
"Can't say," Paul said. "I'm going for the education."
I moved out from between his legs but hated giving up his dick.
"Go where?" I asked. "You said we could go somewhere. Let's go before something comes up."
"I'd say you're a bit late. It's come up if you haven't noticed. I'd say by the size of the wet spot, it had some help," Paul said, chuckling as he looked at me like he was sure I was guilty.
"I'm Paul," he said, sticking his hand down toward me and smiling widely.
"We going?" I asked, ignoring the hand and the guy attached.
He wasn't much taller than me but he was way wide. Not in a fat way wide though. I could tell by the size of his neck that he was strongly built. The white sweatshirt was cut off at the elbows and his beefy smooth forearms showed but everything else was covered, except for his thighs absolutely bulging under the faded Spandex, and that wasn't all that was bulging.
There had to be something in the water out here or all their dicks were on steroids. Had it not been for Dart, I'd have gone for Paul because I liked muscles, but he was merely a roadblock that was keeping me from getting what I wanted from Dart.
"Now I got to piss," Dart said, sounding angry about it.
"Me too," Paul said, following close behind Dart.
"Wait a minute," I said, not wanting to loose out after getting my hopes up.
I caught them down by the tube and Dart peeled his Spandex down so I could see most of his ass. The power of his legs showed up in his ass and the idea of fucking him once again came to mind, along with the phrase, fat chance.
Dart's dick was as hard as ever and it was way swollen, like it might burst or something. He stood with it thrust out and nothing happening. Paul had dropped his Spandex under his hairless nuts and his fat white dick was only half-hard in spite of its size. The skin all but covered the head and it was a dick I had seen before. I'd never seen two a like but suddenly I was staring at a dick I recognized. I just couldn't remember who had it last.
As I looked at Paul he was staring at the torpedo. Dart was trying to ignore him but even I couldn't ignore him. I wanted to punch him out but I felt that might not be such a smart idea. Even fighting over Dart's dick might have been a losing proposition with someone Paul's size. Maybe I could get seconds if I was nice to him, but Dart had his own ideas.
"You want to go down on it," Dart finally said to him, still sounding angry.
Maybe he was just angry for the same reason I was angry. Paul was slowing down progress, and we'd almost gotten down to the main event before he arrived.
"Sorry!" Paul said softly, even sounding sorry, and moving his eyes off it, but they came right back, like metal to a magnet.
"Jesus! Can't even take a piss without someone's eyes working overtime. Come on, Z. I'll piss in the woods and we'll do what we said."
"You're, Z," Paul said, looking me over like he knew the name, only I had been smart enough to keep my dick in my pants.
"What's it to you?" I said, following Dart and leaving Paul behind.
"I heard about you," Paul said after me but I didn't look back.
We went down by the trolley and behind the last building in a line. The woods led up hill on a dirt path that started at the rear of a parking garage. When we got to a flat area, Dart sat on some leaves and peeled down his Spandex far enough for me to get at him. I didn't wait for an engraved invitation.
He leaned back on his elbows and watched me as I performed far more successful than ever before. A bright red trolley passed about thirty yards away from where we were positioned. I wondered if anyone could see through the trees to where we were. I didn't look because I didn't care. I wanted what Dart had more than I wanted to worry about the consequences should we get caught out there doing it.
When his hips started to rise I knew I had him where I wanted him and it was no time at all before blessed relief had found him. He moaned and grunted until he had finished and then he lay flat on his back, sucking big air and sounding spent.
"I'm going to regroup a minute," he said. "You can go on."
"I'll stay."
I licked and sucked his softness, nibbling on the skin while making sure it was completely clean. His chest heaved and he lie totally still for several long minutes while I did what I wanted.
"Go on, Z. Just leave it alone and go on."
I might have felt bad at another time but I felt too good to feel bad. I got what I wanted and it was always better than I remembered, but I almost fell on my ass getting back down the hill, and there, much to my surprise, I came face to face with someone else on the path.
Fuck! What had he seen? It was then I started to worry.
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