This is a work of pure fiction, but based on the author's feelings, beliefs, and in some cases, experience. Come to think of it -- it might not be very pure either! There may be graphic sexual encounters at times between men, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat. If you are too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kind if story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here. If not, - - ENJOY!
Cast of characters:
Jack Smith -- uh -- that would be me
Billy -- Jack's closest brother, 3 yrs older.
Will Smith -- My dad
Vivian Smith My mom
Art -- Jack's oldest brother, 9 yrs older.
Ralph Gilmore -- a new friend - deceased
Stacy Whitworth -- a catalyst/friend
George Toliver -- old grade school buddy
George Toliver, Sr, -- (duh!)
Cynthia Toliver -- (Mrs. Duh!)
Jim -- George's cousin
Uncle Jake Smith-- Will's Brother
Aunt Lindy -- Uncle Jake's wife
Seth Gary -- One of Jake and Lindy's other nephews
Etta -- The Jacob Smith's housekeeper.
Jake Smith Jr. Jack's cousin
Colin -- Jake's partner
Carrie Smith -- Another of the Smith cousins
Al -- Carrie's Partner
From Chapter 16:
I told Mom not to wake us in the morning, and we went straight to bed -- no shower -- no teeth brushing! He wore his pajamas and I, my sleep pants. When we got under the covers, he spooned me. "Jim?"
"Yeah?"
"I think with both of us in here, it'll be too hot for that shirt." He pulled it over his head and threw it on the floor, then repositioned himself behind me. He kissed my neck and I turned my head enough to kiss his lips.
Then I snuggled deeper in the covers and - - deeper into his embrace. I was asleep within minutes. My dreams were good -- and neither Ralph nor George made an appearance. No, not even Web!
Only Jim.
Chapter 17
When I woke up, the sun was streaming into the window, washing us with bright light. Jim was completely on the other side of the bed, under the covers, lying on his back, his arm across his eyes and his boner making a considerable tent in the blankets. I rolled over next to him and said, "Hi, new best friend!"
He opened his eyes, looked over at me and smiled. He had a darker shadow of beard than I had remembered. That made my insides tighten. "You sleep okay?" He asked.
"Yeah. When did you move away?"
"I dunno. When did you move over here?" He asked.
"Just a moment ago -- I wanted to get into your tent!"
"Wha-at -- oh! Hee hee! Ah don' care who y'are, that there's funny!" He quoted the Cable Guy. "Yew kin git in mah tent any time, pard'ner!" I snuggled up close beside him, my own boner pressing into his hip. "So -- you have your own lodge pole goin'!"
"Yeah, guess I should get up and pee. But it's way warm in here, and you feel too good to leave."
"Are we still on our date?"
"If you wanna be!" I said.
He turned to kiss me. I braced for the worst. His breath was sweet! "Ew!" I cried. "My breath must be atrocious."
"It's not that bad." He kissed me deeply. "Man, who taught you how to kiss?" He asked.
"I guess your cousin." I said. "He had lots of practice -- with girls."
"Ew! Gross!" We both laughed.
We were both idly humping each other, but didn't do anything else. I got up and went toward the bathroom. "Mom!?" I called. "Dad? -- "Anyone?"
"I'm here!" Said Jim.
"I guess we're alone. I need a shower. Wanna join me?"
"SURE!"
He followed me into the bathroom and into the shower, both of us still sporting morning wood. I adjusted the water temp, and he came up behind me and hugged me from behind. I turned my head and kissed him. I would have turned my body too, but I had just started to relieve my bladder. He kissed me deeper and the combination of relieving myself and kissing Jim gave me a thrill I didn't expect!
"You gotta try THAT!" I said.
"What?"
"Peeing while kissing!"
I turned around and kissed him. "Go ahead -- let it go!" I encouraged.
"No! I can't pee on you!" He complained.
"We're in the shower, silly, it'll wash right off! I don't care."
"I can't do that! It's gross!" he laughed.
"It's not gross!" I said.
"Okay, maybe not gross, but -- I have trouble even peeing while someone is watching -- let alone peeing on someone else!"
"Well -- I'm tellin' you -- it's awesome!" I laughed.
"I'll take your word for it!" He giggled.
"You boys are finally up, huh? Good! I'll fix you some breakfast!" Came Mom's voice through the bathroom door. Guess she was just outside or something.
We both froze. Then Jim started giggling so hard he couldn't hold his pee any longer. I got in front of him and kissed him deeply. He stopped laughing. When he was done, he said, "Omigod, I love you! That was incredible!"
I was stopped cold by that remark. I couldn't even comment back to him -- anything -- certainly not, "I love you" in any variety. I quickly soaped myself and got out of the shower, leaving him to do the same.
I handed him a clean towel and went into my bedroom and dressed before he got back.
"Wow, you disappeared fast. Did that creep you out when your mom hollered to us?" He said upon entering the room.
"Kind of." I said, non-committal. Nothing more was said about it.
"By the way," he said, "I loved our first date!" My body shuddered a little at "the word", and I was relieved when I realized he was talking about the date this time.
We spent the day together, doing nothing in particular, except watching a football game and we played some blackjack and poker. Before we knew it, it was time for his "date" with his co-worker. It was very awkward when he left.
"I -- uh -- better go -- um -- home and -- uh -- get ready for -- um -- tonight."
"Yeah," I countered, "um -- well, - um -- have fun."
"I'm sure it won't be as fun as my first date."
"Oh? When was that?" I asked.
"Last night."
"Oh! OHHH!! You mean OUR first date!" I smiled.
"That was also MY first date!"
It felt like a bolt of lightning shot through me. I took a deep breath, and the thought stuck me: Geez! Tonight will be his second date! I grabbed him and kissed him hard. "I meant what I said - - have fun!"
"I won't have TOO much fun -- not on a first date!" he laughed, and pecked me on the nose -- and then he went out the patio door. I stood and watched him as he walked across our back yard, out the gate into the park. I watched for a good thirty seconds after he disappeared behind the fence.
I headed for my bedroom, as mom said, "Ah -- young love comes and goes so easily!" She teased.
"STOP USING THAT WORD" I yelled at her.
"Aren't we touchy this morning, I was only - " I didn't hear the rest, for slamming my door behind me. A fell onto my bed and buried my face, and cried. I fell into a fitful sleep. In my clothes, I was too warm, and I dreamed erratically -- mostly about - - GEORGE! What's wrong with me?! Sometimes I feel so out of control!
I woke up to, "You okay, Jacky?" My dad didn't call me Jacky very often any more. He was rubbing my back. "Your mom said you were pretty upset earlier."
I sat up rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. "I dunno! Sometimes I feel like I'm still twelve --years-old! I'm 18, Dad!"
"Yeah -- ONLY 18!" he said chuckling a little. "I remember 18! It was scary. Everyone expected me to be a man -- or at least that was my perception. And I didn't FEEL much like a man most of the time. And what's even scarier is - - I was married two years later!"
"I can't even imagine!" I said. "Did you grow up that much in two years?"
"Not really. Your mother and I grew up together. I wouldn't recommend it to everyone, but -- both our parents were committed to their marriages -- so we had that example. But I do remember wondering what I got myself into at times."
"Did you ever want to get out of it?"
"DEFINITELY! But being married meant more back then."
"Dad -- he told me he loved me! I'm not ready for that!"
"Maybe not -- probably not! When did he tell you it?"
"This morning."
"I meant -- what were you doing?"
"Dad!"
"All I'm saying is -- often people say `I love you' in a moment of passion. Could that have been it?"
My face was beet red, but I felt a wave of recognition -- and relief come over me. I hugged my dad. "Thanks, dad!" I kissed him -- on the lips -- and he said,
"Wow! Thanks!" and left my room. All I have to do now is wonder what Jim is doing with what's-his-face. Then, out of the blue, I thought about Mario.
Mario was in my art class in 11th grade. He lived not too far away, and we went to school together from the 4th grade on -- when I moved away from George's neighborhood. We were never friends, but in 11th grade we became friend-LY, but only in art class. I got the idea that he wanted to be better friends, but I avoided him outside class.
You see -- everyone thought Mario was gay. If I associated with him, then they may make some assumptions about me -- that I wasn't willing to deal with yet. I don't know what made me think of him, but I suddenly felt a tremendous wave of guilt come over me. I hesitated only a moment, when the thought came into my head: Call Mario.
No way! Wait! I'm doing it again. The sad thing is -- no one really knew if he WAS gay. He is smallish, lightweight to be sure, and is a Filipino. Oh, did I mention he is extremely cute? His features are so beautiful that he appears fem. That's why most thought he was gay -- maybe. He didn't actually act swishy, but I don't think many took the effort to find that out.
I got out my old class roster. I keyed his number in. "Hello?"
"Mario?" I said excitedly.
"No -- this is his father. Who's calling?"
"I'm Jack Smith. I used to go to school with him. We - "
"I know who you are. He spoke very highly of you. You were one of the few who were nice to him in high school."
"Oh." I said, not quite knowing how to respond, and feeling another wave of extreme guilt. "Well, is Mario there?"
"No, he doesn't live here now."
"Oh." I said, obviously disappointed.
"Would you like his number? He's up in L.A. -- UCLA to be exact."
"Is he an art major?"
"Oh no. He only does that for recreation. He's an accounting major."
"Oh! Well, yeah, I'd like to call him!"
"I'm sure he'd like the diversion. He studies too hard -- for my money! He should be enjoying Christmas Vacation!" Said Mario's dad.
He told me Mario's number and I called it. "Hello?"
"You sound exactly like your dad!" I said.
"I've been told that! Who's this?"
"Oh! Heh. Can you guess?"
"Well -- um -- your voice DOES sound familiar. Give me a hint."
"11th grade art class."
"Jack! Jack Smith!"
"You got it!" I wondered if he could hear my smile -- as I could, his.
"Omigod, I was getting so drowsy -- bored more than anything else. I'm so tired of studying!"
"Really? Yikes! Well, you got 3 ½ years to go!"
"I know!" he moaned. "My dad expects me to get all A's. And he's paying for this."
I wondered if I should tell him what his dad said. I decided to hold it in reserve.
"What's up, Mister Smith?"
Mr. Remple -- the ancient art teacher, called us all by our last names. I decided to tell him after all! "Your dad told me you study too much -- and need a break!"
"Uh-huh! And what parallel universe did you meet him in. That's not any dad I know of!"
"He really did, Mario. What are you doing tonight?"
"Tonight? It's already 7:30 -- kinda late to be going out, isn't it?"
"Man, you have led a sheltered life. Hollywood doesn't start waking up until at least nine!" I laughed.
"You wanna go to Hollywood? Any idea where?"
"Uh -- well, we could just go see the freaks on Hollywood boulevard -- then maybe go to -- uh - the Normandie Room!"
"Oh. Um -- did you know that's mostly a gay bar?"
I swallowed hard before I said, "That's okay - I'm gay!"
After a longish pause, Mario said, "Oh. Well, I guess I could go once -- to see what it's like -- in a gay bar."
Now I really felt like a fool. "So -- you're not gay -- huh?" I said, lamely.
"Uh, me? Haha! Not! But you have me intrigued now. Where do you want to meet?"
"Um -- I'm driving an oldish Dodge Caravan. What about you?"
"Miata. I wanted a sports car and that's all my parents could afford."
"What's wrong with a Miata?"
"Nothing. So -- do you want to drive up here and leave your car in the dorm parking? It would be safer than anywhere else. And of course, we're practically already in Hollywood here."
"Yeah -- that's why I suggested it. I can be there in a half hour. Where is your dorm?"
He gave me directions and I got dressed quickly. I wore stretch jeans and a purple muscle tee -- and a fur lined black leather jacket. When I got to his room, he invited me in for a minute. It was a mess. "Sorry for the mess. I really wasn't expecting anyone. My roommate is home to Chicago. I really AM sorry, but -- I had to finish some studies -- well, okay -- wanted to -- before going out. I just have to pull on something else.
He looked me up and down -- I assume to decide what to wear. He put on Levis, a white tee and a denim jacket -- also lined -- with a large American flag painted on the back. (He was a tighty-whitey boy!) "Lesbian our way!" He quipped. "Oh! Sorry -- that may not be what you want to hear."
Was he playing with me? I laughed. I went out the door first and he said, "Nice butt, Smith!"
He IS trying to play with me! I could play back. "Thanks! Your ass isn't too bad either. It looks as purty as when we were in 11th grade. I feel like a damned pedophile!"
"Yeah, Filipinos seem to look young!" he said, as if he didn't hear the rest of my comment.
We both enjoyed the freak show, then we drove to the Normandie Room. It was mostly men with a few fag hags, and maybe two lezzie couples -- I assumed. Getting through the crowd outside the door was like parting the Red Sea.
When inside I offered to buy him a soda, and we watched the guys (mostly) dancing. I know it wasn't the drinks, because we weren't drinking alcohol., but he suddenly turned to me and said, "Uh -- did you wanna dance -- or something?"
"What? You want to dance?" I said.
"NO! I meant do you want to -- if there's someone you see that you'd like to dance with don't let me hold you back."
I looked at him with a sidelong glance. "No, I don't know anyone." I said.
"Oh, all right! I'll dance with you!" he said.
"Oh -- no! I don't think you want to - "
"Jack! I lied! I'm gay!" He said, his eyes sparkling like expensive chanpaign.
I stepped back. "Really? I thought you were playing with me before, now I'm really wondering."
"Well, Wonder no more. You know the funny thing was -- I never even wondered if you were gay. I just saw you as this nice guy who didn't care if I was gay -- even if everyone else did!" When you called, I was being careful -- even after you said you were gay -- in case you were trying to fool me for some reason. It's happened before. I've never been seriously hurt -- except for my feelings and ego -- but I didn't want it to happen again -- with you -- tonight. He pulled me out into the dance area. There was a never-ending disco beat playing with various songs replacing one another.
"Don't they even play slow music here?" I asked.
"Dunno! But we can dance slow! He said, and he lay his head on my chest and we danced quarter-time to a disco song by Cher.
After dreamily holding each other to 4 disco songs, Mario said to me, "So, may I assume that you are not dating anyone?"
"No." I answered.
"No -- you're NOT dating anyone?"
"No. No, you may not assume that."
"But - ?"
"But I'm not dating anyone exclusively."
"Oh, cool! Do you have plans for New Years?"
I grimaced. "Yes."
"Okay! Well, only a loser wouldn't, I guess. -- Like me!"
"Just because you don't hop into the sack with every guy you meet doesn't mean you're a loser!" I said.
"Are you -- um -- sexually active?"
"Wow!" I was taken by surprise by that question!
"See?" He cried. "That's why I don't have any plans for New Years. I don't keep my mouth shut when it's good for me!"
"Yeah, well, I want to see you again. Does that help?"
"Yes, but it doesn't relieve me of my foot-in-mouth syndrome!"
"The answer is - - somewhat."
"No, it's not even somewhat removed! I feel it, I can taste my dirty toe-jam!"
"No, I meant, the answer to your question. I've been somewhat sexually active."
"Oh. Okaaaaay." He said. "Are you ready to go home -- It's really pretty late -- past MY bedtime, that's for sure!"
"You don't want to ask HOW sexually active I have been?" I pressed him.
"I'm still trying to remove my foot from the last question!"
"Mario, I've only dated 2 guys. And only that since the beginning of this term."
"Oh. Well, it's more than me." He said. "I tried to hide it in high school -- what a laugh -- but I never played with anyone. Old Mr. Remple came on to me once, but - <<SHUDDER!>> no thanks!"
"Ugh! What a pervert! Well, anyway, looks like we're both pretty new to all this. I haven't gone all the way with anyone."
"Good -- I guess. Shall we go?"
"Yeah. I'm kinda tired myself." I said, smiling.
We walked back to his car and he drove us back to his dorm.
"Jack! We're here!"
"Huh?" I had fallen asleep. "Oh my gosh! I'm sorry! Talk about lame!"
"No -- it's okay. It was all I could do to stay awake myself!" He said.
"All the more reason that I should have stayed awake! I guess I was more tired than I thought."
"Jack - - I know this sounds lame and like a come-on, but -- maybe you should stay at my place tonight."
"Oh! No! It's okay. I'll be fine driving home!" I said, getting out of the Miata. "It's only a half hour." And I yawned.
"No, I insist! You're too tired."
I didn't resist any further. Once in his room, he removed all his clothes and then caught me gawking. "Thanks! That's the nicest compliment I've ever had! Hee hee!"
"Dang! You look like a junior high schooler!" I said. He pouted. I continued, "No! It's not a bad thing! It's -- cool -- um -- sorry, but -- it's cute!" I chuckled. He got the cutest grin!
"You can sleep in my bed." He said. "I'll take Rey's."
"Ray?"
"My roommie. He's Japanese. And it's spelled `R-E-Y'. It's a Japanese name."
"Okay. Thanks. I usually sleep in sleep shorts, but -- I guess I'll sleep in my boxers -- since I didn't come prepared."
"I was prepared."
"Huh?"
"You can sleep commando if you want. Everything's clean."
"Huh? You didn't have time to wash and dry sheets after we talked!"
"No, it was just a coincidence. And I have more than one set of bedding anyway."
"and your roomie? Is his bedding -- clean."
"He's a neat freak. He changed his before he left."
I looked around the room. "ahhhh -- so You're the slob!"
" `Fraid so! Sorry."
"Um -- Mario?"
"Yeah?"
"Um -- well -- I mean -- uh -- well, you asked me -- sort of -- on another date. I mean for New Year's."
"Yeah?"
"So -- you must -- um -- like me -- huh?"
"I told you that! Way back in high school I liked you!"
"But I mean -- you like me like -- maybe for a date - - ? More than just a buddy?"
"What are you trying to say, Jack?"
"I don't want to freak you out is all, but -- why don't you sleep in your own bed -- tonight?"
"Oh. I just thought you'd be more comfortable sleeping in someone's bed that you know. I don't care -- if you'd rather sleep in Rey's."
"Now I KNOW you're playing with me! No one is THAT dense! I'm asking you to sleep with me!"
"I'm afraid I'm JUST that dense, Jack! Sorry."
"So -- is that a no?" I asked feeling frustrated and somewhat defeated. "I only thought -- Mario, I like you and -- er -- you like me. We don't have to do anything -- but it's nice to sleep together." I said, turning redder than a beet!
"Ohhhh! I wasn't turning you down! I dunno if I CAN sleep with someone else -- I've never done it. But I wouldn't mind trying it."
I got into the twin bed -- "commando" and held the cover for him. He flipped out the light and climbed in with me. He stayed at his edge of the bed, and pulled the sheet and covers over him. I turned onto my back. I was almost instantly asleep. The last thing I thought was, "It feels weird being this close to another guy and not touching."
"I wouldn't know," he said, sleepily. "I've never done it." (My eyes popped open! I didn't think I said that aloud!!) He continued, "How's it supposed to be done?"
I turned to my side. "C'mere." I said. He turned to face me and moved closer.
"Turn around." I said.
"Oh!" Mario said. "I figured you wanted a hug."
"That'd be okay. Then you can back into me -- spooning it's called."
So he came closer and hugged me from the front. Of course both of us had wood! His matched his diminutive size -- small and compact. I pulled him -- by the butt -- close into me.
"Omigod, omigod!" he whispered.
"Are you okay? Is this too much all at once?" I said, loosening my grip.
"Nooo! I'm fine. I've never been this fine! I've dreamt of this moment millions of times -- both sleeping and awake -- and it never felt this -- awesome." He crooned and he gripped me and pulled us closer again. "And you say, you can sleep like this? I don't think I could."
"Well, not like this. But -- would you mind if I kissed you?"
I felt his little woody flex. "Sorry!" he said. "Does that answer your question?"
I kissed him on his lips -- his hard, pursed, closed lips. "Relax your mouth, Mario, and -- open it a little."
He grinned first then took a few short breaths and then did as he was told. I gently slipped him some tongue and licked at the roof of his mouth. He clutched me even closer, saying, "Oh my heavenly god! Oh -- oh!" And his hips just involuntarily started to thrust. "Omigod!" he repeated.
"I guess that means you like this?" I giggled.
"Jack!" he said breathlessly, "What comes next?"
"Wow! You're like putty in my hands." I said. "In which case, I will opt for - - nothing -- except for you to turn around and back into me."
"YOU'RE GONNA FUCK ME?"
"No!" I said. "Just do it!"
He backed in to me and I pulled him close and kissed his neck. "G'night, Mario!" I said.
"That's all?" He asked.
"I already feel almost like a pedophile. Yeah, that's all -- for now. I TOLD you we wouldn't do anything tonight. G'night."
My hand was over his torso and lay on his totally smooth chest. He put his hand over it and hugged it, then dreamily said, "G'night, Jack." I was almost asleep when I felt him drag my hand and put it on his wood. I squeezed and the last thing I felt was my hand getting wet.
Notes: I debated whether to have a dialog about Mr. Remple's coming on to Mario and decided it was not congruous to my story. But if Mario was MY son, or I was giving him advice, I would definitely advise him to tell someone, so it would at least be on the teacher's record. Teachers have a sacred trust to only teach young students subject matter. And - - I DEFINITELY DO NOT support NAMBLA. These are not negotiable issues with me, but - Any comments regarding the story are welcome, as always. Thanks and love, Steve