Invited

Chapter 7

Next Big Step

I'm outside my house Tuesday morning waiting for George. He's volunteered to drive me to and from work, and here he comes now, right on time. When I get in the car, he goes, "It's fun seeing you first thing in the morning, Gary!"

Grinning, he reaches over to rub my hair, saying, "Oh, good, no goop, can you be any more perfect?" I'm like, "You compliment me too much."

He pulls away from the curb, muttering, "I couldn't possibly compliment you too much," and he glances over, grinning again. I'm looking in the side-view mirror to see if he messed up my hair.

Satisfied my hair is okay, I tell him, "I'm getting a haircut while you're at your guitar lesson this afternoon." He grins again, "Then you'll be even more perfect." I mutter, "Oh, sure."

At work, I don't see John until eleven o'clock, when he smiles, saying, "Looking good, Gary," as he pats my shoulder on his way to a managers' meeting. Huh, I didn't feel anything special from his pat on my shoulder. I guess my crush on him is over. Seeing him last night holding hands with his oversized girlfriend took care of that. That's a shame, though; fantasizing about John was fun while it lasted.

An hour later, George and I meet outside at the picnic table. He lights two Winston cigarettes, passes one to me, takes a drag off his, and says, "Well, it doesn't get much better than yesterday at your house, Gary."

Nodding, I mutter, "That was premium messing around." He chuckles, "You call that messing around, huh? Haha, okay." I glance over at the dumpster hoping George will invite me to join him over there so we can do a little noontime messing around.

He doesn't suggest that, though; instead, he says, "That reminds me, I'll be missing our, as you call it, messing around this weekend. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, I'll be with my parents in Cape May. We're hooking up with close friends there."

I'm like, "Oh, damn, I..." and he goes, "They're long-time neighbors who moved to Connecticut a year ago. Their son, Jackie Blake, was my best friend for a few years, and his parents are tight with my parents."

His best friend? I feel a stab of jealousy. Jeez, that's the second time in my life that's happened. The first time was at that pool party when Billy was with that girl, Rebecca. I felt jealous then too.

I mutter, "Best friend, huh?" He makes a face, "Not like that. We never were gay best friends. He's straight, and he knew I was gay but didn't care."

It hits me, "Hey, you'll be away three of our six days off work." He goes, "Yeah, the trip was planned around my work schedule." I'm like, "That's a bummer 'cause I thought we'd hang out, and maybe I could teach you to golf."."

He grins, "I'll miss you too."

Gee, yeah, I'm more disappointed he'll be away than I would have thought. George says, "I hope you'll teach me to golf on the other three off days." Nodding, I mumble, "Yeah, of course. Not that I'm all that great at golf myself."

His being away is not all bad, though. Billy gets home Saturday, and maybe he'll call me.

After work, George drives me home. When he pulls over to the curb in front of my house, without thinking, I lean over for a kiss goodbye as if we were on a date. He laughs, "You're so funny, Gary." Catching myself, I grin and mumble, "Just kidding. Yeah, Jesus, we can't be seen kissing in broad daylight right in front of my house. Thanks for the ride, George. See you tomorrow morning."

He's going to his guitar lesson now, and right up to the last second, I was hoping for an invitation to do something with him later tonight. Disappointed that's not happening, I go up to my bedroom and whack off, thinking about sucking Billy's cock, not George's. Well, Billy's still number one, and that reminds me, he told me to buy condoms.

First, though, I'm getting a haircut, and it's hard for me to believe I'm doing this without my dad hounding me about it. After washing up in the bathroom, I ride my bike to Tony's Family Barbershop. His eyes open wide when I walk in. He goes, "Hello, Nephew. You're here for a haircut already?"

He's cutting a man's hair who is baldheaded on top. Grinning at my uncle, I say, "Well, of course, I am, Uncle Tony. Why wouldn't I be?" He chuckles, "Why indeed."

George Harkins, a friend of Billy's, is in one of the waiting chairs. He goes, "Hey, Wallingford, whassup?" We bump fists as I sit next to him and mutter, "Not much. Have you heard anything from Billy?"

He shrugs, "Yeah, I talked with that hot shit last week at the Jersey Shore" He glances around and lowers his voice, "We smoked some awesome dope. That boy gets his hands on a lot of grass."

I say real low, "Yeah, Billy and I got high a few times. He gets some good shit; you're right about that."

Tony finishes the bald man's haircut, then George Hawkins gets in the chair, saying, "Please! Not so short this time, Tony."

Good luck with that. George rocks a regular nondescript haircut like Billy's. Near the end of George's haircut, a businessman comes in wearing a suit, and Uncle Tony says, "Hi, Gene."

Uncle Tony knows all his customers by name. Gene mutters, "Tony," Then it's my turn in the barber chair. As I walk over, I can't help grinning as George leaves the shop, shaking his head. Heh heh, his haircut looked awfully 'effing short to me. Then I smile because 'effing is Billy's favorite word.

Tony puts the cape around me, saying, "You want to keep this short haircut looking sharp, huh?" I'm like, "Yeah, I do. You'll be seeing a lot more of me. This short hairstyle looks a little ragged after three weeks."

He gets the clippers buzzing away, saying, "After all these years, I've finally satisfied my favorite customer." I mutter, "Yeah, well..."

After the ten-minute haircut, Tony goes for that Tiger glop he used last time, and I'm like, "No, Uncle Tony! Um, I don't need that anymore. My hair is trained now."

Then I look in the mirror and see the hair at the crown sticking straight up. I'll be Goddammed; he cut it even shorter than last time! Keeping my temper in check, I go, "On second thought, you know best." He nods and uses the Tiger glop stuff to flatten the too-short hairs, then unnecessarily rubs it on the rest of my hair.

Shit! I snickered at George Hawkins' too-short haircut, and now I get the same treatment. On the plus side, Uncle Tony won't accept money from me again, so I thank him and go outside with my Mom's twenty-dollar bill in my pocket. Even so, I am kinda pissed off because I had my hair trained not to need the glop. Life often disappoints and blows sometimes too.

Coasting on my bike down the block to the CVS, I lock the bike and go into the store to buy condoms. I will not be unprepared when Billy wants me to put out for him. I've never purchased condoms before, so I look at the many choices and, what the hell? I recognized a famous brand name and picked up a box of 48 Trojan ultra-lubricated, ultra-thin, ultra-ribbed condoms with reservoir tips. These babies got it all for $18.98.

After paying for the box of condoms, I'm riding my bike back home, thinking of a good hiding place for these rubbers. I do not want to freak my Mom out, so I need a secure hiding place.

Unlocking the front door, I go up to my room and open the box to check out one of the individually wrapped condom packets. Hmm, pulling on my dick a little, I rip open a condom packet and try rolling the condom on my limp dick, getting lubricant all over my fingers.

Hmm, it would have been a lot easier putting it on when my dick is boned up. Well, it'd be too messy jerking off with this thing on. I flush the packet and the condom into the toilet, then wash my hands.

Back in my room, I slide a condom packet into my wallet's hiding place for when Billy wants me to put out for him, and then put the box in my closet behind a lot of shit on the top shelf.

It's exciting to imagine Billy's boner up my ass. Aroused, I get my laptop fired up and watch my favorite two gay models fucking. They do it standing up with the girl/guy getting a hard boner as the cute top/guy steadily fucks him. The best part is when the top/guy is at the tipping point of blowing his load, and he gives an extra hard upward final thrust, groans, and climaxes.

Oh, man, how hot was that? The girl/guy went up on his toes when the top guy did that last upward thrust. Oh, fuck, I can hardly wait to be the girl/guy moaning and stroking my hard boner the way the model did it in the video.

Then, my eyes open wide when the top guy pulls out his cock and cum drools out the girl/guy's ass. Christ, that's super hot!

Back on the bed, I jerk off thinking about being the girl/guy for Billy, and soon I'm going, "Ah, ahh, ahh!" shooting my load, sizzling sensations spreading out from my nuts.

Whew, that was good. But, wait a second here! What am I thinking? Shit, they didn't use a condom, and I just bought 48 of them. Yeah, I'd rather have Billy's naked boner inside me. Well, Billy will decide that; he's my top guy. I can't wait!

Now I'm back, looking in the mirror, fiddling with my hair. It blows that I've got this gooey product in my hair again. Dammit, George was running his fingers in my hair this morning, liking how it felt without the glop, and now I'm right back to a gloppy hair situation. The only hairs that weren't doing what they were trained to do were at the back top of my head, at the crown.

Hmm, fuck this! I shampoo my hair at the bathroom sink. Then, bending over the sink, I use the toothbrush cup to pour cup after cup of water on my head, rinsing out the shampoo. Wiping the sink down, I comb my hair, go back to my bedroom, and look at more videos, letting my hair dry on its own.

I'm just now noticing that the girl/guy in my favorite video has a similar haircut to mine. It's a longer version, his hair is twice as long, but he still combs it forward on top and up in front. What an 'effing coincidence that is!

I'm stupidly grinning and, for some reason, feeling good about that. I must have watched this six-minute video twenty times and just now noticed the girl/guy's hair. Both guys look younger than eighteen, but the site is called barely legal, and I know they wouldn't take the chance of getting the law on their asses for using an underage model. The models, which is what the site calls the gay guys, need to be at least eighteen years old.

Oh, Jesus, I wonder how one goes about applying for a model job with that porn site? I wouldn't qualify to do it for eight months, but that's something to keep in the back of my mind as a career opportunity. Hmm, I wonder, though, if my dick is too small to be a porn model?

Reaching up, I feel my hair. Yep, it's dry now. Looking in the mirror over the bureau, I see all the hairs are in place, lying flat on top and standing up in front the way they're supposed to. Except, that is, for the too-short hairs at the crown.

Hmm, damn, but so what? It doesn't look bad at all. If anything, it seems even preppier with that small group of hairs sticking up. That's what George likes, preppy. Yep, clean, soft, natural hair without glop, that's what I'm gonna go with. And Billy liked this haircut too. He liked it enough that he thought about getting his haircut like this.

Later, my mom makes a face when she sees I got the same haircut as last time. Shaking her head, she mumbled, "Hi, Gary," and kept walking. No tears this time, though, and by next time, she probably won't even make a face when she sees I got this same haircut again. Then, later, I'm disappointed when Dad doesn't even mention my latest 'effing haircut. During dinner, he was mainly bitching about work.

Yeah, but it's good he didn't say anything. I'm looking forward to everyone I know getting so used to my hair they don't feel the need to mention it, except for Billy and George, whose approval I want for my hair and everything else.

Wednesday after work, George and I have a good old time messing around in my bedroom, and then, Thursday, our last workday before six days off, George drives me to work, saying, "It's getting so I can hardly wait for our afternoons together." I mutter, "Same here. George."

Damn, when he said that, I almost got a boner picturing having his cock in my mouth. Well, yep, I've got a crush on George now too.

Maybe I switched the passion I thought I had for John to George. Whatever, I'm back to two crushes again. For the hell of it, I reach over and squeeze the back of George's neck, murmuring, "Yeah, now I've got a crush on you too, George."

He shivers, saying, "It's about time." I squeeze the back of his neck again. He glances at me with a grin, mumbling, "You're giving me shivers, Gary."

I go, "Really?"

It's good to know I'm not the only one who gets shivers when someone you have a crush on squeezes the back of your 'effing neck. Then, all morning I'm looking forward to seeing George during our fifteen-minute break.

Finally, we light up his Winston cigarettes at the picnic table as I'm glancing at the dumpster; then, taking a drag, I mumble, "Remember when we had our first kiss at the dumpster?"

He's like, "Christ, of course I do. You'll never know how nervous I was or how thrilled I got when you went along with my idea." He's missing that I'm trying to get him to invite me to do the dumpster kissing again.

He grins at me, exhaling smoke, "Gary, you've brightened my life, bro. I get excited picking you up and driving to work with you every day."

Blowing smoke from my nose and mouth, I mumble, "You say the nicest things, George."

He grins, "It must be love," and he reaches over to hold my hand. Pulling my hand away, I say, "I like holding hands with you, and I like when you put your arm around my waist, but not here, please. Someone will notice and gossip to my Mom."

He mumbles, "Oh, right, sorry." I mutter, "Yeah, not here, but most of the time, I like that stuff."

It's funny how George always says 'sorry' to me the way I'm always saying 'sorry' to Billy. I guess it means that George is always trying to please me, and I'm always trying to please Billy. Well, damn, I hope I haven't hurt George's feelings.

Glancing at the dumpster again, I mumble, "Um, George, ah, I didn't mind our touching at the dumpster that time. No one can see us there."

He looks over, "Yes, that was special. Um, do you want to do a little making out over there?" I'm like, "Well, since you've invited me, sure, why not?"

George smiles, "Great, let's go."

I'm trying not to smile, but I smile anyway as we get up smoking our cigarettes, casually sauntering around the area, and end up behind the dumpster. We drop our cigarette butts and get into a mad embrace kissing and hugging like crazy. We're snickering as we do it, aware we're overdoing it.

It's cool getting a boner making out, and George is a good guy to make out with. His lips are very kissable, plus I can feel his desire for me. It's great and all that, but I wish he could be more of a take-charge aggressive type top/guy. Billy has a way of making me feel I'm the girl/guy, and he's the top/guy, and I mean even when we're making out.

I'm not sure how he does that, but there's no doubt in my mind everything we do together is done that way; Billy is the guy/guy. On the other hand, George seems concerned that I'm happy with whatever we're doing together.

And, sure, that's considerate of him, and I'm not saying I don't like making out with him. I mean, come on, I like it tremendously. I'm just saying it would be even better if he had that mysterious something that Billy has. And, yes, it's also fantastic that George wants to return the favor and blow me, which is something Billy probably wouldn't consider doing in a million years.

Nope, Billy is always going to be the top guy, which is somehow extra sexually arousing to me. I like blowing both of them. I probably like sucking their dicks as much as I enjoy George sucking mine. Who knows why that is, but it is what it is.

There's plenty of sexual arousal in my bedroom after work, and I mean for both George and me. Yeah, we're trying something new. We're making out naked, which adds significant sexual arousal.

When we took off our shirts, I was like, "I guess some guys probably make out naked, huh?" George was like, "That would be so fucking sexy. Do you want to get naked?" I was like, "If that's what you want us to do, I'll go along with it."

That was sort of him suggesting it, so, grinning and a little self-conscious, we both take our clothes off. Neither of our bodies is special, but neither is terrible either. We're both equally slim, but George has broader shoulders, making his hips look narrower than mine even though we both have thirty-inch waists. Also, his dick is longer than mine, there's more heft to it as well, and it has a bigger head than mine. It's a damn good dick to suck, quite a mouthful when it gets hard.

For something to say, I mutter, "Well, obviously, you've got better equipment than me," and we both nervously laugh at that unfunny comment.

He says, "Yeah, but I like your equipment a lot." We snicker at that unfunny remark, too, then get on the bed and immediately begin making out and rolling around in each other's arms.

This is what I dreamed of doing with Billy, but the closest we've come to it was when Billy got me to join him and Chicky on his bed, all three of us naked. Chicky ruined it, of course, but I was so high and drunk I don't remember much about it anyway. I know Billy and I were not rolling around in each other's arms; I remember that much.

Shortly, George and I are moaning with arousal, our dicks hard as wood with precum smeared on our bellies and thighs. Then, I somehow get into sucking George's boner and almost blow my load doing it.

He grunts and groans, rubbing my head as I suck his dick and then go down on it. After going down on it only seven or eight times, he blows a damn good load of creamy cum in my mouth. I'm swallowing George's cum, still holding his cock as he goes, "Holy shit, you're the prize, Gary. Thank you."

Taking a deep breath, I mumble, "Goddamn, though, I liked doing that."

We lie together, not saying much, then decide we'll have a smoke. We put only our jeans on and then have a soda and a cigarette sitting on the backyard steps. George wants to blow me, but I want to do him again.

Well, he always lets me do what I want, so a half-hour later, I'm blowing him for the second time dragging it out because, as I've said repeatedly, I like sucking his dick. George tries holding off climaxing, but when I start going down on him again, he gets too aroused and climaxes too fast.

So fast, I didn't get a chance to climax this time either. I sometimes climax while blowing Billy, but he holds off longer before losing his load than George.

I've got blue balls by now, so I need to get off. As I said, George is eager to blow me, and he does an excellent job. Actually, he's much better at it than me, and what a fabulous climax I have. My orgasmic climax was an extreme pleasure to the degree that it was almost painful. Still, I was already geared up to have a hot orgasm after blowing George twice, and, wow, it was a significant explosion of pleasure!

We hug and cuddle, make out some more, and lie together naked. Being naked adds so much to the sexy messing around fun. We agree this afternoon was our best time ever. Yeah, being naked takes everything up a couple of levels. The feel of his body is something I'm looking forward to feeling again.

Ironically, when Billy and I had our best messing around, he went off to the Jersey shore the next day. And now, this afternoon, George and I have our best messing around day ever, and he's off to the Jersey shore for a long weekend. What's up with that?

We finally get dressed, and at the front door, George gives me a long, what I can only call a lover's kiss. I sprung half a boner before he was done with this kiss goodbye. He murmurs, "I love you, Gary," and quickly walks to his car without looking back. Gee, that was sweet of him. I'm sure going to miss him the next three days.

After staying in my room Thursday night, I slept late Friday morning. When I eventually get out of bed, I feel great because this is the first of six days off. After doing my morning bathroom routine, I fuck around with my hair and nod to myself in the mirror. My hair looks good, and I even like the shorter hair at the crown now. My hair was the biggest pain in the ass all those years, and now it's no problem at all.

Mom and Dad are at work, so I eat breakfast in my underpants. I make a fried egg and American cheese sandwich on toast and eat it with a cup of coffee. Later, I'm dressed, riding my bike the four miles to the high school, hoping some neighborhood guys are on the basketball court. There are guys there, but I don't recognize them, so I ride on by.

It is hot and humid today, so I'm sweating bullets as I ride by Dave Summerset's house, thinking he might be washing his car or cutting the grass, although he's not doing either.

Okay, the hell with doing anymore riding around today. I go home and crank up the air conditioner, then watch some gay porn as I cool off. It's hard to cool off, though, watching this hot sex.

Rubbing my crotch, I click on my favorite video, watch it and then lie on my bed, jerking off with my eyes closed, pretending I'm blowing Billy and, "Ah, ahh, ahh! I shoot a long stream of cum almost to the bureau. Panting, I lie here shivering at the after-effects, lazily pulling on my quickly softening dick while planning on what I'll do tomorrow.

Cleaning up my cum shot and then cleaning myself up in the bathroom, I've decided Saturday I'm going to be riding my bike back and forth on Billy's block, so it'll appear a coincidence that I happen to be riding by when he gets back from vacation. Seeing me will give Billy an easy way to invite me to do something with him. He won't even need to use his phone.

Yes, I have this burning desire for him that's getting more intense by the minute. I want to be with Billy naked like George and me yesterday. Yeah, my infatuation with Billy is becoming overwhelming to the degree I might even invite him to do some messing around.

And, no, I can't put my finger on the one thing about Billy that makes me crush on him like mad. It's not one thing; it's everything about him. Hmm, maybe an essential factor is that Billy's been my teacher schooling me on the wonders of gay messing around. He rejects the idea of the gay part, but I'm more of a realist and figure Billy's at least bisexual and probably gay. Not that I'd ever consider mentioning that to him.

Anyhow, no one else before Billy bothered to school me about anything. Yes, and as I was thinking earlier, with Billy, there's no doubt who's doing the guy part. Plus, Billy's wicked nice about it at the same time.

Oh man, I want to do the whole girl/guy part of taking it up the ass with him. It's eating me up inside. I'm sure he'll get around to it because he's the one who mentioned I need to buy condoms, but being patient is getting harder and harder. And the other thing is, I only want to take it up my ass from Billy. I feel super close to him, and I trust him.

And then, after Billy schools me on that, I'll think about having George do it. After all, I'm crushing on him now too.

Thinking back on it, I'm almost positive that the time Chicky joined us wasn't Billy's fault. Chicky probably tricked Billy into somehow getting him to invite him to join us. Yeah, then Billy stood up for me all night, keeping that asshole away from me as much as possible. That's one more reason I've got this ginormous thing for him; he looks out for me. He's also older and has a ton of experience with gay messing around, and he's bringing me along slowly, which is kinda sweet of him. Actually, I'm all for moving it along a bit faster.

His face is in my head too. I can see his face; his cute profile is as clear as day in my mind, and, um, the same for his dick. Oh, God, I'm driving myself crazy here, but it's not like I'm some foolish schoolgirl in puppy love with the star quarterback. I'm simply nuts for Billy and would love to spend an afternoon naked in my bed with him. That's about it, but, oh fuck, now I've gotta jerk off again.

This time I jerk off standing up, imitating my two favorite porn teen models who fuck standing. When I picture Billie as the guy shoving it up my ass, my boner gets so hard it sticks straight out like the girl/guy's cock in the video. I moan, "Um, um, ah, ahh, ahh!" and shoot off a cum shot straight at my desk and then fall backward on the bed, squeezing my dick. Omigod, that felt good.

I'm sweating again, so after calming down, I wander into the bathroom and take a shower. After dinner, I lie on my bed watching a Phillies game on TV but can't get the picture out of my head of Billy and me standing as he fucks me. Pressure builds until I need to jerk off between the fifth and sixth innings. It's another nice climax too!

Saturday morning, I'm antsy as hell waiting for noon to get here. According to my Googling, noon is when rental units change hands at the Jersey Shore. Yes, I know that Billy's at his grandparent's place, not a rental unit, but I assume another relative will be coming to take over the house. My best guess is that Billy and his parents will start driving home at noon. It's about a two-hour drive, so I'll start riding by his house at one o'clock in case they leave a little early. Yeah, this is another one of my long-shot shaky plans, but it's all I've got.

Impatient, I leave the house at quarter-to-one, riding my bike the six blocks to Billy's house. It's not a pleasant thought that I could be riding around for two to three hours, not that I have anything better to do. As I turn onto his block, three houses down, I see Billy picking up a trash can from the curb. What the fuck? How'd he get home so fast?

Coasting up to the driveway, I go, "Yo, Billy?" With his signature smile on his face, he says, "Gary, dude, whatcha doing around here, bro?"

He's so cool! Getting off my bike, I stupidly stammer, "You're back too soon." He puts the trash can down, "Too soon? I came back with my brother last night. He had to do something with his girlfriend this morning."

I'm walking towards him as he's looking quizzically at me, asking, "Is everything alright? How do you like my..." I grab him and hug him, cutting him off in mid-sentence. I try kissing him, but he pushes me away, yelling, "What the fuck's wrong with you? Don't you know nothing, Wallingford? We're in front of my house, the neighbors, dude!"

Oh, Christ, I let go of him, mumbling, "Sorry, um, I didn't expect you'd be here." He says, "I just told you, I came home last 'effing night. And what's that have to do with you attacking me?"

I again mumble, "I'm sorry," and now I'm staring at his hair. He sees that and smiles, "Yeah, whaddya think about my hair?"

He got a haircut like mine. Well, he was thinking about me.

I go, "Holy shit, Billy, um, why or, yeah, your haircut is awesome. It looks great."

He smirks, "Haha, the look on your face when you noticed it! Yeah, I got it cut yesterday at the A Cut Above barbershop in Sea Isle City. You know, I almost got it cut like this at Supercuts that time, remember?"

Nodding, I go, "Yeah, but I didn't think you were serious." He smiles, "Heh-heh, I figured it would blow your mind."

Feeling good about that, I go, "That is so cool of you, Billy." He shrugs, "Yeah, well, grab ahold of the handle on this trash can."

I do that, and he mumbles, "I'm not sure this haircut was my most brilliant idea of all time." He grabs the handle on the other side, and we walk the trash can to their one-car garage as he says, "Now I feel kinda bad I got it cut like yours."

I'm like, "Why's that?" He shrugs, "Ah, because my haircut looks so much, um, well, it looks better than yours."

We drop the trash can in front of the garage as I ask, "Why do you say that?" He shrugs, "Better barber probably, plus my hair's straight, and your hair is, well, forget I mentioned it, okay? Come on up on the porch with me. Have a cigarette and chill out."

We sit on the swinging loveseat together, me sitting tightly against him. As he gets his box of Marlboro reds from his shorts pocket, I say, "I saw your friend George Harkins at the barbershop, and he mentioned that you guys were smoking some good shit at the shore."

He nods, "Yeah, but it wasn't as good as the dope I can score up here."

I mutter, "No, I guess not." He looks at me with a smile, "Um, Gary, you're almost on my lap, bro."

I nod, "Sorry, but do you remember when you told me to sit on your lap? That was, you know, pretty cool."

Still smiling, he puts his arm around me, saying, "The day before I left on vacation, I promised you some buddying up, didn't I? You want me to do a little buddying up with you, doncha?"

Blushing and grinning and I mumble, "What? No! I mean, if you want to, I guess, sure."

He squeezes an arm around me, then moves his hand to the side of my head, pulls it around, then kisses me on my lips. He goes, "There, that's a down payment."

I'm so stunned that when he offers me a cigarette, I take it. Considering he was insistent, we couldn't kiss it in front of his house; then he does it back here.

Billy lights my cigarette and then his, "Look, Gary, I know how you feel about me, so I got a haircut like yours to let you know I like you too. And, ya know, I didn't mean to yell at you for that overly exuberant hug in the driveway. Just so you know for the future, in that situation, a regular quick guy hug is the right thing to do."

Nodding, "Oh yeah, you're right, Billy." He smiles and goes, "Christ, I thought you were going to try blowing me right there in the driveway."

I mumble, "Sorry, I, um..." He goes, "You don't know how to act sometimes, and I know that, so I shouldn't have yelled at you. Okay, we're friends again, right?"

I'm like, "Fuck yeah! And, your hair does look much better than mine." He snickers, "Not much better. A little better. Hey, to make up for yelling at you, I'll let you blow me."

I nod and start to stand, but he pulls on my arm, saying, "Sit down and finish your cigarette, you nut case. I didn't mean right this second. Fuck, you're anxious, huh?"

I can't help myself as I lean against him, muttering, "A little anxious, yeah. I missed you." He exhales some smoke and goes, "Well, I understand; it has been two weeks. Haha, you're horny as a polecat to do some messing around with me, ain'tcha?"

I'm like, "Horny? No, I'm not horny. Well, yeah, I am for you, I guess. I mean, just for messing around. I thought you meant, um, you know, that you might want me to do it now."

He exhales another long stream of cigarette smoke, ignoring my babbling, and says, "Oh, get this. Before the wide usage of electricity, barbers used manual clippers invented sometime after 1850 by a Serbian barber. Can you imagine getting haircuts like ours with the barber using manual clippers?"

Exhaling smoke, I mutter, "Oh, I guess not." He goes, "Hey, I just remembered, you don't smoke! When the hell did you start smoking cigarettes?"

It's hard to keep up with his topic changes. Sitting here, he seems to be vibrating with energy.

I go, "Smoking? Well, a guy at work got me into it. Heh-heh, I've always thought you looked cool smoking, so I thought I'd try it."

Smiling, he says, "Shit, I gotta tell you I never expected to be idolized the way you idolize me, but it's kind of cool. That's one of the reasons I took you under my wing; it's the way you look up to me for guidance and all. Ya know, it made me want to help you get past the awkward phrases, the early days of messing around with guys. You're a good student too."

Taking a significant drag off my cigarette, I go, "Thanks, and I think you're, um, you're a fabulous mentor."

He flicks his cigarette butt toward the trash can, muttering, "Yeah, I'm well aware of how much you like me. Here's the thing I worry about with you, though. You have to realize that our messing around can't turn you into a for-real fag. I'm starting to think you might tend to do that, and if so, we'd need to part company. I only mess around with straight dudes."

Wow, what an incredibly twisted rationalization of his gay behavior that was. I go, "Oh, absolutely, Billy. I wouldn't mess around with anyone who's a gay motherfucker."

He laughs, takes the cigarette butt from my fingers and flicks it near his, mumbling, "Good, we're on the same page. Okay, what the hell? You can blow me now."

I go, "You mean here?" Smiling, he rubs my head, saying, "Not here, Gary. Jesus, bro, get a clue! Inside, but what's with the bristly hairs on your head?"

I'm like, "At the crown, you mean?" I touch my head, adding, "Um, I thought it looked okay." He gets up, "Well, in the end, I guess that's all that matters. C'mon inside. We'll go to my bedroom."

Getting up, I'm like, "Is your brother home?" Touchy/feely Billy rubs my back, mumbling, "No, I told you he's helping his girlfriend do something. He's probably fucking her, haha."

He takes my arm and pulls me to the backdoor as I go, "Oh, he's fucking her, huh? Do you ever do that?"

Inside the kitchen, he smiles mischievously, "Are you asking if I've ever fucked my brother's girlfriend? Haha... no, I haven't."

In his bedroom, I go, "No, I mean, have you ever fucked when messing around?"

Billy says, "Take your shirt off, Gary. And, yes, I already told you about me fucking Chicky a couple of times, and before that, my messing around buddies in high school, but that was when we were pretty young. Especially the messing around buddies in high school."

Pulling my T-shirt over my head, I ask, "Did you like doing the fucking messing around?" Smiling brightly, he goes, "Okay, I get what you're hinting at. You want me to stick it up your ass, doncha?"

I'm like, "No! Um, well, if you're suggesting it, I'll try it. Um, I have the condoms you told me to buy."

Laughing again, he goes, "Holy shit, you're moving fast. Chicky and I didn't try fucking for months after we started messing around sucking each other's dicks."

Nodding, I mutter, "Months, huh?" He goes, "Yeah, but you're starting at a much older age than I did, so we might as well take all our clothes off and give it a try." Not wanting to seem overly anxious, I mutter, "Um, if you think it's okay."

He takes off his uncool shorts with the elastic waistband and short-short legs. His shorts are the only uncool thing about Billy. He says, "You'll need to give me a condom, and, as I already told you, you need to get undressed."

Now, all of a sudden, I'm shaky. My fingers are trembling as I pull the condom from the secret hiding place in my wallet.

Already naked, Billy looks at the condom packet I hand to him and goes, "Good brand ya got here. Ribbed for extra stimulation and lubed too. Well, they're all lubricated."

My shorts get caught on my sneakers, which I usually would have taken off first, but I'm nervous now. Earlier I was almost creaming in my jeans thinking about Billy doing this, but now I'm not so sure.

I'm stressed while Billy appears as relaxed as can be. Smiling, he points at my dick and says, "Ain't it funny our haircuts and dicks are the same?"

I'm untying my sneakers, nodding, mumbling, "Yours are better looking." He goes, "How could mine be better looking when they're the same?"

Kneeling, getting my sneaks off, I mutter, "I don't know." Billy rubs my head, saying, "Don't pout; I wasn't yelling at you. I know how sensitive you are."

I've got my sneakers off, and now my shorts and underpants come off as I'm mumbling, "I'm not sensitive. I'm a little apprehensive, that's all. This is a big deal." Billy gestures with his fingers for me to stand as he says, "You'll be okay after a little buddying up with me."

His body is smaller than mine, but it has a more notable muscle definition than George's or my body. Billy's an inch or two inches shorter and probably fifteen pounds lighter than me, but he's definitely the top/guy, and I'm the girl/guy in any intimate situations we find ourselves in. He smiles as I stand, and now I'm not sure if I should put my arms around him or what I should do.

His smile shows off his very white sort of narrow top teeth with small spaces between them. He has bow-shaped rosy-red lips and a dimple on each cheek when he's smiling, which is often. He has a nice tan from his two weeks at the shore too, and, with his light brown hair cut like mine, I think he's beautiful.

Yep, I have a major, major thing for Billy Underwood. He claims he doesn't want to mess around with a buddy who's gay, while I can't imagine how I could have more intensely gay feelings for him than I have right now.

He says, "Turn around," and when I do, he gets his arms around my chest, pulling me against him. His chest is against my back, the side of his head against mine. He says, "How does my dick feel against your butt cheek?"

Omigod, he's going to do me the way my favorite teen gay models fuck; standing up. Gasping, "It feels good."

Billy humps his limp cock against my ass, mumbling, "I'm not gonna fuck you like this, but I want you to get used to the feel of my dick against your ass."

His dick is limp, but mine is getting hard. I gulp, murmuring, "Uh-huh." He does some harder humps, then grinds his dick against my ass as my cock starts to lift, continuing to tighten. Dammit, if I spring a boner from this simple contact with him, he will know I'm gay!

Plus, I'm beginning to detect Billy's scent. The scent I noticed in my bedroom before he went on vacation, and I like it a lot. The side of Billy's face is now rubbing against the side of mine, and that, plus his dick against my ass and his arms around me, feeling so wonderfully sexy it's giving me a boner that won't quit.

My dick, with a mind of its own, has firmed up ridiculously hard, sticking straight out from my groin like a flagpole. I lie, "Billy, I've got a roaringly hard boner, but I'm NOT gay. I swear I'm not; it's just that I'm..."

He interrupts, "It's alright, Gary, but please don't whine. Listen, no matter how much the straightest guy in the world tries not to get a boner, he'd get one even if a flaming queer strokes his penis."

Huh? I mutter, "Oh," and Billy says, "Yeah, and you've got to deal with not only the newness of something you've wanted to try like forever but in addition to that, you've got a wicked big crush on me, so that's further complicating matters for you. Springing a boner as I'm intimately messing around with you is no surprise. I expected you'd get a boner. I'm even feeling a boner coming on, so don't worry about it."

See how fucking friendly and considerate he is? And, yes, I do feel his dick getting hard against my buttocks. Mine has begun throbbing in its hardness. I grunt and mutter, "I feel like I'm going to cum."

He laughs and lets go of me, then says, "Bring your boner with you, and we'll lie on my bed until you calm down. Boners are a natural occurrence and one of many reasons it's so much better being a guy than a girl." His dick is very firm, bobbing up and down as we step to his twin-size bed.

Billy says, "This is awfully soon for you to want to take it up the ass, but I'm proud that you do. I take it as a compliment for how I'm guiding you to have fun with our messing around." We get on his twin bed, both of us on our back, my boner sticking straight up and not retreating at all.

With his semi-boner in his fist, Billy snickers, "I'll bet you've got a humongous urge to stroke that five-inch iron pipe of yours, don't you?"

Shaking my head, I go, "No, I never jerk off," and we laugh at that just like we laughed the other three or four times I've said it.

He goes, "In all seriousness, Gary, my cock in your ass will cause you some pain, so expect that it'll hurt at first. The thing is, I'm not into hurting you or anybody, so if you scream or carry on, well, I'll stop. We'll try it again some other time... maybe."

Jeez, I don't know about that. He must be preparing me for a worst-case scenario because the gay models aren't in pain taking it up the ass--just the opposite.

I'm like, "Okay, I won't scream. I've missed our cool guy messing around." He says, "I missed you too and, ah, what I said earlier about you being queer. Just so we're clear, I don't think you are yet. It's just something for you to be alert about, you know?"

I mutter, "Oh, okay," and he says, "Messing around is fun, but it also serves the important purpose of getting used to sex for when we're expected to perform for our girlfriends and eventual wives. Don't panic, though, heh heh, that's in the future."

Goddamn, though, Billy's good at rationalizing, excellent at it. He's almost genius-level at rationalizing his gayness as being something else. I ask, "Um, that girl, Rebecca. She has a crush on you, but you don't mess around with her doing the stuff you've been practicing with Chicky and the high school guys, plus schooling me on, right?"

He goes, "Frankly, I haven't taken the first step of dating girls yet. That's for my college adult years. And here's another thing I need to mention to you. And I've mentioned this to you before, so don't get your feelings hurt, but you ask too many 'effing questions, Gary. You're like a little kid with that 'effing shit. Why this, why that, why, why, why? It could get on other people's nerves, not just mine."

I mumble, "Sorry," and he says, "Hey, here's something on a happier note. Did I ever mention that I think you're cute for a guy?"

"Um, ah, hmm, maybe, but If you did, I forget." He laughs, muttering, "Well, it didn't make much of an impression on you if I did. Anyway, I wanted to say something positive to you after lecturing you about all the questions you ask."

My dick has lost its wooden condition; both of our dicks are almost flaccid now as Billy, still holding the condom packet, goes up on his elbow, smiling at me, saying, "The oldest condom ever discovered was in..."

I interrupt, "You already told me about that. They used animal intestines."

He goes, "Oh, I told you about that, huh?" Grinning, he lowers his head until our lips meet. I was ready for it and kissed him back, my arms around his neck. He pushes his tongue in my mouth as my cock gets hard again. I can't resist Billy; he's almost perfect.

He's grinning, smiling even as we're kissing. I pull him onto my chest, moaning with desire, but he lifts his head and mutters, "I'm not being critical, but you're getting ahead of yourself. How about letting me decide what we're doing, Gary? I'm the teacher."

"Sorry. Yeah, sure, I like that best anyway, but I have a thing for you and got carried away hugging you."

He's still partially on my chest smiling as he murmurs, "You're such a good student; you pick up stuff so quickly," and kiss with my hands lightly on his shoulders now, my boner sticking straight up again, almost touching his side.

Billy licks across my lips and then deliberately does another slower wet sloppy lick across my mouth. Holy shit, this is what George and I were doing.

I don't move, so Billy deliberately licks up the front of my nose. Lifting his head, he smiles, "Good, you didn't flinch," He licks across my chin, under my chin, then another sloppy wet lick up the front of my nose. Snickering, he goes, "You're ten times more fun to mess around with than Chicky ever was. Of course, I'm ten times nicer mentoring you than he ever was with me."

I'm in a trance, totally mesmerized by Billy. This is probably an overreaction, but I think I'm in love with him now.

He flops over on his back, saying, "You can blow me now, but stop when you notice precum. Then I'll gently fuck you, and we'll see how that goes, okay?"

I nod, "Yes, that'll be, um, wonderful." He laughs at that, muttering, "Yeah, well, I hope so, but, um, well, we'll see how far into it we can get."

Scooting down on the unmade bed, I get tangled up in the sheet and bedspread. Extracting myself from the bedding, I pick up Billy's dick, that's still quite firm; some might call it a boner.

Yeah, he got it from our making out and licking my face. I wonder how he rationalizes away the undeniable fact he got a boner doing that with me? I mean, I don't think a straight hetero guy would be getting a boner doing what we're doing. And a straight guy wouldn't be doing what we're doing in the first place.

Well, never mind that. What I'm really worried about is climaxing while sucking Billy's dick. I get mightily aroused messing around with him, so it's almost a guarantee I'll blow my load sucking his dick. I better keep my left hand ready to catch my jism. I don't want to shoot cum off all over Billy.

Holding his dick to the side, I slowly lick around his scrotum, under it, and then do long licks up the insides of his thigh. I can feel his dick getting even harder in my fingers. Omigod, Billy's scent is stronger than ever down here; he smells like a top guy should smell. Pressing my nose between his balls and thigh, I inhale his musky scent as my boner drools pre-cum.

Carefully moving the head of his penis to my mouth, then sliding it around on my warm wet tongue gets Billy squirming on the bed and rubbing my head. Closing my eyes, I stroke his hard cock and suck on the rosy head. Oh, God, my climax is already about to blow.

Covering my teeth, I go down on his dick two times, then stop 'cause I'm getting dizzy from the sexual arousal swarming all over me. I mean, come on, it's Billy's penis!

Omigod, I make a moaning sound going down on it again and again, and now I'm lost. With his dick still in my mouth, I moan around it, "Um, um, oh, oh! Ah, ahh... Eeeiii!" as I blow my load, catching most of it in my hand. Streams of pleasure get me shaking and shuddering.

Billy goes, "Did you just climax? Well, I know you did because I felt the spray on my legs."

Catching my breath, I mutter, "Sorry." He says, "You don't need to say you're sorry every two minutes. Here, can you roll this condom on my dick?"

He holds it out to me, and with trembling fingers, I try not to keep cum from drooling off my hand, ripping the condom packet open, then take out the lubed condom.

Billy's still lying on his back, his boner listing to the side. It's very hard, which makes it easy to roll the condom on. Still thinking about that climax I just had, my shoulders shuddering at the last of the after-effects.

Billy sits up, saying, "Okay, it's time to see how far I can get my dick up your ass. Um, why don't you bend over at the foot of the bed." Then, "Here, for Christ's sake, take these tissues and wipe the cum off your hand."

Nodding, I do that, and he says, "Just drop it on the floor and put your hands on the mattress for support."

He hops off the bed, his condom-covered boner so hard it hardly bounces. I'm nervous, but my deep feelings for Billy overwhelm my nervousness. I desperately wanted to be his girl/guy.

When I'm at the foot of the bed, leaning over with my hands on the mattress, Billy chuckles and gooses both my ass cheeks, then mumbles, "Spread your legs a little and remember to relax."

I do that as he adds, "Hey, I'm getting super psyched to do this; it's been months since the last time I fucked Chicky and, ha-ha, let me tell you, your ass is ten times cuter than his hairy ass."

Gee, Billy's complimenting me about things today. He has a hand holding either side of my hips when I feel the tip of the lubricated condom, the nipple at the end slide across my right butt cheek. He goes, "I'm going to do this slowly. It's going to hurt some at first. If it hurts too much, though, don't be a hero, tell me, and I'll stop."

Now the little nipple hits my asshole, and I jerk, but only for an instant, then the head pushes against my asshole. Excitement and anticipation are high as I feel my asshole spread open the littlest bit, then there's some more spreading, and it starts to hurt.

Jesus, it will need to open way more than this to allow Billy's swollen boner inside. He and I have slightly below-average-sized penises, but I've had Billy's in my mouth often enough to know the circumference of his boner is over three inches. From zero to three inches is how much my asshole needs to stretch, and if I hadn't seen it work in videos, I wouldn't have thought it possible.

Billy grunts and says, "Just the tip is in, so how ya doing so far?"

Just the tip? Fuck!

I say, "It hurts a little, but not much." Then it hurts a lot more, and I start feeling like my asshole is ripping. I grit my teeth; my cock is flaccid now as the pain gets intense, and, to make matters even worse, I feel as if I need to shit. It's like I'm incredibly filled up back there.

I do a breathy grunt as Billy goes, "You're unreal, bro. The way you're tolerating this for your first time is unbelievable." Then, "Bro, the whole head is inside and, hee hee, it feels fantastic to me."

Just the head?

I'm blowing tiny breaths out, "Foo, foo, foo," as the initial pain begins quickly fading. Billy's like, "Oh, c'mon! You gotta be kidding me, Gary. Are you saying that didn't hurt?"

I'm like, "Hell yeah, it hurt, but as I said, not that much, and now it's fading." He mutters, "You're sure? Hmm, um, well, here goes."

Oh God, I feel it going inside me further now, and then I moan, "Ahh, ooh, that feels good, Billy. What did you do?" And I sigh, "Ah, ahh."

He says, "That's your prostate getting stimulated. Feel's fucking unbelievable, doesn't it?" My back is arching as I go, "Ooh, my God, yeah! Ummm, yeah. I didn't know I had a prostate?"

He ignores that and says, "This is insane, though. Nobody ever has taken a cock up their ass for the first time as well as you. I can't believe this!"

I'm not listening because my cock is back to a roaring hard boner, my fist around it... this feels better than anything.

He says, "You've been bullshitting me, haven't you, Gary? How many guys have fucked you... fifty?"

I'm moving my shoulders and head, squirming and enjoying all the excellent vibrations in my rectum. I mutter, "I swear to God, just you, Billy."

He says, "Well, I believe you, but I'm telling you this is a miracle. Okay, here comes the rest of it," and I feel his boner going further inside me. I know it's not as big as an eggplant, but that's what it feels like.

His boner is all the way in, and he humps his crotch against my butt cheeks, making a moaning sound, then he murmurs, "You have no idea how good this feels on my dick."

I'm licking my lips, making humming sounds as pleasure sizzles in my rectum, his boner pressed against my prostate. I go, "Oooh," at that never stationary fabulous eggplant boner rubbing my pleasure bump. Billy's hands squeeze my hips as he begins pulling his boner back, and I make a long hissing sound to keep from squealing at how good that feels.

My cock throbs and stands out straight from my groin as Billy pushes in his boner again, and now I feel as if I'm going to cum. How can that be when I just had an orgasm sucking Billy's dick ten minutes ago?

Moaning, "Mmmm," Billy pulls his eggplant boner back and immediately pushes it in, grunting, "Oh, fuck, yeah." Then he does three-inch fast thrusting, his crotch slapping against my ass, "Slap, slap, slap," and then even quicker, "Slapslapslap," and I squeal, "EEEiiii!" blowing a short burst of cum against the bedspread that's hanging over the foot of the bed.

Bells are going off in my head as I hump my hips trying for another spurt of cum, to no avail. I'm in a cloud of pleasure, though, intense sexual pleasure as the slapping against my ass continues.

After a few delicious minutes of that, like in the videos, Billy humps extra hard, making a growling sound as if he's in pain climaxing. Leaving his cock in my ass, he lies on my back, taking deep breaths, his heart hammering against my spine. He gasps and mutters, "Un-fucking-believable."

Then, sighing, Billy lifts off my back, pulling his dick from my ass, and we both moan, "Ooh, umm," as I stand and turn around, my hands tentatively touching my ass that feels as wide open as the Grand Canyon.

Billy has a massive smile on his face as he pats my shoulder, saying, "That was, um, ah, well, it was unbelievable, as I've already said six times. I mean, the way you handled losing your cherry. That blows my mind, and I'd forgotten how incredible it feels messing around with anal sex."

I'm thinking he's overdoing it, just pumping me up, but I like the praise,

He gets his arms around my waist, hugging me as I mumble, "I'll, um, I'll bet that some guys even do it standing up."

He laughs, "Yeah, I suppose they do, Gary. You know, I was such a pussy the first time Richard Burns did me, and then, um, Christ, you were fabulous!"

Richard Burns? Who's he?

Holy crap, though, this is a bonus! All this praise from Billy is icing on this fabulous messing-around cake. Billy must be the rare exception having a problem taking it up his ass. That's a shame, but I'm like the gay porn models and, like most guys, I assume, have no problem with it. Quite the opposite, me and the gay models love taking it up the ass.

Billy seems as thrilled about this excellent messing around as I am. He's hugging me and then kissing me, mumbling, "You're my A+ student, Gary!"

I go, "Your only student as well." Letting go of me, he says, "That's correct. As I've told you, Chicky and I haven't messed around in six months, except for that one night with you, so this felt great. And you, Gary, are the reason I started messing around again. Well, I told you that before, didn't I?"

I nod, and he takes hold of my arm, "C'mon, get back on the bed, and let's talk about this."

We get on his small bed, and I lean against him, which makes him smile; then says, "Okay, I'll buddy up with you since you obviously want me to," and he gets his arm behind my neck, pulling me partially on him and then I get a good, a perfect, five-second sloppy kiss on my mouth. This is easily the best time I've ever had messing around. It'd be even better if my ass would close up and didn't feel full of lubricant from the condom.

More importantly, I'm sensing Billy's liking me now. He looks at me, smiling and saying, "You liked me licking your face like a dog, didn't you?"

I nod, "Sure, I like just about everything you do with me, um, even though I'm not the slightest bit gay."

He wraps the condom in tissues, laughs, and says, "You're a little gay for me; that's obvious, but that's okay. Just don't start thinking we're boyfriends. I warned you about that before, remember?" I nod, "Yeah, of course. We'd need to be gay to be boyfriends."

He smiles, gives me a funny look, then says, "Okay, here goes," and he does a sloppy lick across my mouth again, then up the front of my nose, and, looking severe all of a sudden, he gives me a long kiss, and I go, "Umm," and begin kissing back. His tongue goes in my mouth, and my arms hug him tightly as we kiss again.

Huh, he doesn't mention my tight hugging this time. My dick is hard as a boulder again, heavily lying against his thigh. I moan and snuggle in closer as he keeps my face against his; our noses, side by side, squished against each other's cheek.

After fifteen seconds or so, he loosens his arm around my neck and murmurs, "Lay your head on my shoulder, Gary. Calm down; you were getting too excited."

I was too excited, how about him? Ha! I do what he said, though, and he adds, "I don't want you to get the wrong idea. Just now, I wanted to give you some extra buddying up 'cause you deserve it."

I murmur, "Thanks, Billy, it was great." He runs his fingers in my short hair, then says, "And these spiking hairs at the crown of your head. Um, you were right; they look cool."

I love him so much!

After a while, I almost fall asleep on his shoulder. That's how contented, and relaxed Billy's made me feel. He seems contented and comfortable too and in no hurry to have me move from this position with my arm across his stomach. I'm not sure how long we stay like this, but it's long enough that perspiration forms between us.

I'd be perfectly happy to stay like this until next week, but Billy finally says, "Hey, Gary, are you up for more buddying up?" and he kisses my mouth. Of course, I'm up for it.

We make out while groping each other's bodies, rubbing each other's heads, grinning, smiling, and snickering a little to prove we're just messing around. This is what I wanted, and it's hotter and sexier than doing it with George. Oh sure, Billy and I are just messing around, um, with both our penises so hard we could drive nails with them.

As I've mentioned before, Billy is slightly smaller than me but pretty strong, and he wrestles me onto my back with him on top of me, the hard head of his boner bumping my buttocks, my boner flattened between our bellies.

He gets his legs between mine and lifts his head, saying, "Pull your legs back, Gary." I do that, and he smiles, then humps his boner into my ass. I scrunch my face at the initial pain, but it fades quickly because my asshole seems not to have closed up entirely yet.

The leftover lubricant helped the head slide in fairly easily. Billy gasps, then says, "This is called bareback riding, um, that's according to Chicky," He pushes up onto his hands and thrusts his hips, sending his boner into my rectum maybe four inches. I go, "Ahhh, ooh, Billy. Umm, that felt good."

He shakes his head, murmuring, "Amazing," then I feel him pushing the rest of his eggplant inside me. My head goes back and forth on the pillow as sensations soar, making me moan, "Mmmm, ooh, yeah, feels good."

He begins doing long, slower thrusts using most of his five-inch boner, or it could be a little longer than that as boned-up as it is. He closes his eyes and bites his bottom lip continuing the steady, unhurried thrusting.

The intense pleasure I feel makes me close my eyes to better concentrate on the sensations of pleasure. I squirm on the bed, almost delirious, trying to absorb and recognize all the pleasure inside me. Billy's making low sounds of pleasure with each thrust, "Um, um, um," he goes, like a mantra, over and over, "Um, um, um."

The ecstasy goes on long enough for me to lose track of time. I don't know how long it was before the unmistakable feeling of impending climax had me in its grip again. It rushes on me fast once it starts, and I'm trying to hump off the bed squealing as my climax erupts, shooting a small liquor substance up my stomach to my breastbone. As I shudder in pleasure beyond imagination, Billy groans, humps against me extra hard, and, I assume, climaxes.

I assume that because he stops thrusting, moans then lies on me, shuddering the way I did. I hug him with both arms but resist kissing him because, after all, that would be gay, right?"

Ten seconds later, Billy snickers, lifts his head smiling, and says, "That was some cool messing around. Primo messing around; my best messing around ever."

I go, "Mine too." He laughs, sits up, and pulls his dick out as I go, "Ahh!" He smiles for the fiftieth time today, saying, "Your amazing Tungston-strong rectum is responsible for this incredible level of messing around."

Nodding, I go, "And your steel boner."

He laughs, then gets off the bed, "C'mon, Gary, bareback riding requires an extra clean-up afterward."

When I sit up, I feel his cum drooling out of my ass the same way cum drooled out of the girl/guy model's ass. Well, duh. What else could it do except drool out? Then I see the shiny remnants of his cum on Billy's now flaccid dick. Getting off the bed, leaving a wet spot on the sheet, I follow Billy down the hall to the bathroom.

He wipes his dick with a soapy washcloth, mumbling, "There are ass juices and feces on my dick from your ass. An excellent reason for me always to wear a condom."

I'm wiping at my buttocks and asshole with toilet paper, "Sorry, Billy." On his toes, holding his dick over the sink, he's cupping water in his hand, rinsing off the soap, mumbling, "Why are you sorry? It was my idea to do bareback riding, and I liked it too. It's worth the extra trouble."

It couldn't have been a lot of cum in Billy's climax as it's already stopped drooling out of my ass. Flushing the toilet paper, I say, "I liked it too."

We hear a car door slam, and Billy looks at me smiling, "They're home; let's get out of here." Omigod, I forgot about his parents driving back from the shore. We hustle back to the bedroom and quickly get dressed.

We're in the kitchen when his mother walks in the back door, "William, help your father unload the car," then, "Hello, Gary, um," and she chuckles, adding, "Well, would you look at that, you two have the same silly haircut." Billy goes, "They're not silly! Why would you say that?"

His father comes in carrying two soft-sided suitcases, "Bill, get the rest of the stuff from the back of the SUV," then to me, he mutters, "Hello, there, um," and Billy says; "You know Gary."

His mother goes down the hall to the bathroom as his father mumbles, "Well, Gary, you can help unload the car." To me, Billy nods his head at the door, and I follow him outside.

We get the ratty-looking beach chairs, a cooler, and a sandy bag of stuff from the SUV and put the bag and chairs on the porch. Billy takes the cooler inside; then we sit on the loveseat swing with Billy passing me a cigarette.

Smiling, he says, "That was some top-notch messing around, Gary. It doesn't get much better than that." I quietly say, "I can't imagine how it could."

Taking a drag off his cigarette, he says, "Ya know, things started heating up with our messing around when you got the brush-up haircut. Then things got hotter when I got the same haircut." He laughs, adding, "We should keep getting these haircuts."

I'm like, "Brush-up, huh? Is that what this haircut is called?"

He nods, "Yeah, brush-up with tapered sides, to be exact. There was a picture of a guy with it in the barbershop along with a dozen other men's hairstyles. The guy in the picture had this style, but it was a longer version. I got mine like your short version, though."

Huh, the longer version is what my favorite girl/guy in the video has.

After finishing our cigarettes, Billy goes, "I haven't eaten since breakfast, and it is five-of-two. How about if we have lunch at McDonald's?" Oh, good, he wants to hang out some more. I go, "Great idea."

Billy borrows his mom's SUV and drives us to McDonald's. Walking into the restaurant, I go, "This is embarrassing, but my ass is itching like mad."

I'm pulling at the back of my shorts and underpants. He says, "Could you stop doing that, please? We're getting lunch, bro."

He orders a quarter pounder with cheese, French fries, and a Hi-C orange drink. Enamored with him, I order the same thing.

Sounding exasperated, he mutters, "Please, Gary, don't copy everything I do."

I lie, "No, this is what I always order." He goes, "Really? Jeez, that's a coincidence."

We sit at a table inside, and as we eat, he tells me about waterskiing with his cousin, who he doesn't like very much. I listened, nodding my head even though he already told me about the waterskiing and the cousin he didn't like the day before he went on vacation.

I like to watch his mouth when he's talking or eating--very, very sexy mouth. Done with lunch, we dump our trash and head outside with me again picking at my itchy ass. There's always a price to pay, and as great as that messing around was, this itching is driving me nuts.

In the SUV, I squirm my ass on the seat, and he goes, "It's my leftover cum plus some lubricant from the rubber in your rectum that's itchy. Plus, I didn't want to tell you in the restaurant, but you have a wet-looking greasy spot at your asshole that's leaked through your cargo shorts."

Frowning, I'm like, "Do you think your parents saw it?" He snickers, "No, it hadn't made its way through yet, but the girl at the McDonald's counter made a face at the girl next to her, nodding at your ass as you were walking away. That's when I noticed it. It's only like an inch around, but it looks like maybe you had a nasty wet fart or something."

I'm like, "That's gross!" He starts the SUV, asking, "Well, was the messing around worth a little itchiness and a suspicious spot on your shorts?"

"Yeah, it was," and he says, "Then stop your whining."

Back at his house, "C'mon to the back yard with me, Gary, and we'll have another smoke," He pats my shoulder, adding, "I didn't mean to get snippy with you about your whining. Think of it as constructive criticism."

I'm like, "That's okay. Um, well, thanks."

When we sit down, his mom sticks her head out the door and says, "William, your dad and I are going grocery shopping. If you go somewhere, lock the door before you leave."

He goes, "Of course, I will. When have I ever not locked the door?" From the kitchen, his dad calls out, "Two nights last week," and Billy mutters, "Oh, that; you mean at the shore."

They come out three minutes later, get in the car parked in the driveway, and, as they pull away, Billy lights two Marlboro cigarettes, passes one to me, and says, "Do you have another condom on you?"

Shaking my head, I'm like, "No, but you could do the bareback riding again." He nods, "Yeah, that might also help your itching problem."

Oh, Christ, yeah! The thought of his hard cock scratching that itch makes me grope myself. Billy sees me do it and laughs out loud, then hugs my shoulders, mumbling, "Oh, fuck man, I'm glad we walked home together that time. You're one in a million."

Wow, I love these compliments. Exhaling smoke, I mumble, "I think it's you who is one in a million."

He's trying to blow a smoke ring, saying, "Thanks. Just so you know, Gary, I thought you'd reactivate the buddy messing around desire in me, and you did. I'd been recently missing it, and, well, you've exceeded anything I was hoping for. Hell, I was bragging to Chicky about you and me messing around, and he wanted to see for himself. That's why he was there that time."

I go, "You bragged about me?" He snorts out a laugh and goes, "Well, I was more or less bragging about me getting you into the messing around. Then, though, as it turned out, he thought you were a, um, well, he thought you were a pussy."

Giving him a look, I go, "I couldn't stand him. But, um, didn't you stick up for me when he said that? I'm not a pussy."

He flicks his cigarette butt in the vicinity of the trash can, saying, "Hell, actually, I agreed with him, but here's why. After Chicky's bad behavior that night, I didn't want him to join us again, so I agreed that you weren't much fun. I lied, in other words. I'd forgotten what a prick he can be."

I flick my cigarette butt, and it goes into the empty trash can. Billy and I go, "YES!" and high five. Then I'm like, "Oh, so you were looking out for me by discouraging him."

He shrugs, "Yeah, I guess I was looking out for you in a roundabout way."

He burps exaggeratedly, snickers at that, then says, "I wish you had another condom. I'm worried there's not enough lube left in your ass for it to work a third time."

Poking at my shorts, I mutter, "It's still itchy." He takes hold of my arm pulling me up, saying, "Come with me to the bathroom. We'll see if I can help with that."

He puts the toilet seat lid down in the bathroom and mutters, "Pull your pants down and lean over with your hands on the toilet's lid."

I hesitate, "Why, are you gonna..." and he goes, "I'm going to push some hand lotion up your ass as a lube so we can mess around again, and maybe it'll stop the itching too."

Shrugging, I pull my shorts and underpants down to my knees and lean over as he said. Taking a pump bottle of Vaseline Intensive Care lotion from a shelf, he mumbles, "There isn't another person on this planet I'd do this for, just so you know."

He holds the bottle at the top of my ass crack and pumps the plunger three times, getting lotion drooling down to my asshole, then he tries pushing lotion into my asshole with his finger.

Snickering, he goes, "Christ, your hole is tight. I can't believe it closed up this tightly so quickly. That's quite an amazing asshole."

His finger goes in, pushing lotion inside me three times before it's slippery enough for his finger to go in all the way to his hand. I go, "Ahh. Ummm!" He pulls his finger out, then pumps more lotion from the bottle and pushes what he can into my ass. Now his finger is going in and out easily.

I squirm, mumbling, "Did you ever see that kid at school with the inch and a half long dick?"

Billy snickers and goes, "Yeah, Brian Delvecchio. Holy shit, an inch-and-a-half skinny penis."

I go, "Yeah, but he could fuck with it. Your finger is rubbing the prostate thing you told me about, and it feels good. So, Brian's little dick would feel good too."

He mutters, "No, shit," and he rubs right on that particular spot in my ass as I go, "Ah, no, Billy, it feels like I'll cum if, ah ah, stop, please."

Chuckling, he pulls his finger out, "Okay, use toilet paper to wipe the excess lotion off your buttocks, and we'll try it in my bedroom. Um, how's the itch?"

I stand, roll off some toilet papers, and say, "You've cured it, doctor."

He mutters as I wipe my buttocks, "That's good, but I've got to sterilize my 'effing finger now."

Putting the bottle of lotion back on the shelf, he gets lots of disinfectant soap on his finger and scrubs it as I mumble, "I can't believe the itch is gone."

Billy says, "Have more condoms with you next time because I'm not doing that again." Pulling up my shorts and underwear, I say, "Well, thank you very much for doing it this time."

I'm acting cool about everything, but I'm super excited that we're going to do it again. Drying his hands, Billy smiles, mumbling, "What an 'effing trip that was, huh?"

Nodding, I go, "I'll say. I think you would have made me cum if you rubbed that spot a few more times." Putting his arm around the back of my neck, he smilingly goes, "Yeah, I guess, but that wouldn't have been much fun for me."

In his bedroom, without mentioning it, we both automatically get undressed. Billy goes, "You saw me wash my dick after I fucked you the second time, so it's okay for you to suck me another boner."

Getting right down on my knees, I pick up his limp dick, lick around the head, and then lick up and down the five-inch shaft. Billy rubs my head, muttering, "That feels good, Gary." It's taking longer this time to get him hard; I guess because this is the third time we're doing this in the past two hours.

I like that it's taking longer, though, and his dick and mine both firm up after a couple of minutes. I push his firm penis against his belly and lick all around his balls and the inside of his thigh. His dick firms up tighter in my fingers, but I've got at least two pubic hairs in my mouth by now. I'm not stopping, though, until he tells me to.

I'm back licking up and down what is now a reasonably hard boner; then, covering my teeth, I go up and down on it. The fourth time, he pushes my head away, mumbling, "That's good. Great job, Gary."

Standing, I put my fingers in my mouth to get the pubic hairs out. Billy goes, "Let me help you with that," and I open my mouth wide; he looks in and then uses his thumb and forefinger to pull out three pubic hairs. Snickering, he drops them, then says, "Go ahead, Gary, lean over at the foot of the bed."

I mumbled, "Thanks for getting those 'effing hairs."

Murmuring, "Uh-huh," he squeezes both my butt cheeks, then says, "We're partners, Gary. We help each other out."

Jeez, I like the sound of that... partners. Right away, I feel his boner pressing against my asshole, and my asshole spreading open to let it in. I grunt, "Oh, ow," as the head slides inside me. It hurts a little as he pushes it all the way in, but I felt that zap of pleasure in the background.

Billy goes, "Oh fuck, that felt good." His crotch is against my butt cheeks, then he humps a few times, murmuring, "Ahh, umm, nice."

Rubbing his hands up my sides, he says, "This is how I've dreamed about doing it. Push it right in without my partner making a big deal. It's never gone that way with Chicky and me, nor with my high school buddies, no matter who was the bottom."

For me, it's starting to be all pleasure already. I go, "It didn't hurt much at all, and, as your girl/guy, this is how I expected it to be."

He goes, "Girl/guy? What's that? You mean the bottom?" I go, "Uh-huh." He snickers, then mumbles, "We'll you're one helluva girl/guy, Gary, I can't imagine a better one."

The compliments just keep on coming. I'm not about to tell him that many male models are even better than me at being the girl/guy.

He rubs his hands on my back, up and down, then grabs hold of my hips and mutters, "Here we go."

He does two delicious long pullbacks and thrusts, pushing his boner right back in both times, and then it's fast, "Slap, slap, slap," sounds with pleasure soaring from my rectum again.

It's hard keeping my moans of sexual pleasure under control. I'm moaning, "Oh, oh, oh," as quietly as I can when it feels so good I could scream. How can anything feel this good? Why isn't everyone in the world screwing five times a day? Only six weeks ago, I thought jerking off was awesome but compared to this, it's hardly worth the effort.

Billy's moaning grunts of, "Um, um, um," with each fast thrust and my, "Oh, oh, oh," go on for maybe nine or ten minutes of pure pleasure. Then my climax is at the doorstep, and now it's, "Ahh, ahh, ahh, oh, Billy, ahh..."

Billy, his hands sweaty on my hips, is sounding desperately near his climax, too, as he grunts, "Omigod, umm, umm," and with a loud squeal, I blow my load.

It's a small load of cum but feels vast, hitting the bedspread still hanging over the end of the bed. It's a wave of startling pleasure moving out from my groin, so powerful I need to hold my breath, then shudder and gasp in a deep breath. A swarm of after-effects has me shivering as Billy's pressed tightly against my buttocks, firing off his climax and making a breathy wheezy noise, then, "Omigod!" and he steps back, pulling his slimy dick out.

Standing, I feel his deposit of semen drooling from my ass and can't help but smile, picturing that happening to my favorite girl/guy on the porn video.

Billy says, "That went on for an awesomely long time, didn't it?"

Nodding, I'm like, "You're getting better each time." He's like, "We're getting better. It's not just me. Oh man, I can hardly believe how well this is going. We're both rocking hot fuckers."

I step toward him to maybe get a hug and a kiss, but he steps back, "Whoa there, Gary. We're not fags, dude. The messing around has been spectacular, so don't ruin it."

Shit, I hope the fucking doesn't eliminate the making-out part of messing around. I say, "I wasn't going to ruin anything."

Nodding, he mumbles, "Oh, alright then. Um, let's clean up. Don't get your feelings hurt, okay?"

Walking naked down the hall, I'm like, "My feelings aren't hurt. Why do you keep saying things like that?"

Washing his dick using a fresh washcloth, he says, "Chicky and I always ended up arguing, and my high school messing around buddies; we didn't even like each other. I don't want it to be like that with you, so I won't mention how sensitive you are."

Wiping my ass, I go, "I'm not sensitive."

He smiles, "Of course, you're not."

With a final wipe at my ass, I lie, muttering, "I was just going to hug you, that's all. A guy's hug."

Drying his dick, he smiles and hugs me; the damp hand towel he's holding flaps against my back as he mumbles, "You're the one who deserves a hug," then he kisses me quickly, and lets go of me. I go, "That was very nice."

Walking back to his bedroom, he grins, muttering, "You're a little bit gay, ain'tcha?"

I go, "No, I'm not the least bit gay."

Smiling, he says, "Just a little maybe."

I can't help but grin, "Maybe just a little for you, but no one else." I didn't realize it was a lie when I said that, but right after saying it, I remembered George.

We get dressed, saying no more about me being a little gay. We smoke another cigarette while sharing the last can of Coke in his refrigerator. When his parents pull in the driveway from grocery shopping at Weis Market, I get up and say, "I better be going, Billy. You're awesome."

He smiles, "Yeah, I know, haha. I'll call you later." He helps carry grocery bags in the house as I pedal away from the best time of my life.

To be continued... donnymumford@outlook.com.

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