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
Chris Gary -- Seth's older brother.
Craig -- Chris's partner
Mario -- Old high school friend
From Chapter 17:
"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. I forgot all about Jim -- for the moment!
Chapter 18
I woke to my phone ringing. I found my pants and looked at the missed call. HOME! I forgot to call home! I pressed send.
"Jack?" My dad answered the phone.
"Sorry Dad. I was -- tired. I'm staying here at Mario's dorm room tonight."
"Well, thanks for keeping us awake! You know - "
"Dad, I am sorry. I know you worry about me if I don't come in."
"All you need to do is call, Jack! Is that so hard?"
"I'm sorry Dad -- I really am. You can go to sleep now!" I hung up. I looked at the clock. 4:30 AM. Crap! I pushed send again.
"Yesss?" Dad answered.
"I'm sorry Dad. I didn't mean to yell at you.. I just was so tired when we got back to the dorm and Mario insisted I stay here."
"Okay. Well, thanks for calling back - - I guess. Have fun -- oh! You probably already did that."
"Dad -- we didn't do anything -- I mean hardly -- we only - "
"I'll take your word for it, son! No need for any detail. G'night Jack."
"Night Dad."
"That's why I stay down here. I don't like to put up with that kind of crap!" Said Mario.
"Sorry to wake you." I said to Mario. "What crap?"
"We're 18 now! We don't have to be treated as kids now!"
"I don't see it that way."
"Oh." He said, I thought to mean -- subject closed. I went on.
"Mario, if you WERE living at home -- or even visiting -- and your parents went out for the evening -- maybe to a dinner and a show -- and if they didn't return -- would you be concerned?"
"My parents wouldn't do that, they - - oh!"
"Yeah. Even if you're just a guest, it's polite to let someone know if you won't be home -- or you'll be late. And -- it's so easy now --with cell phones. It's the same if you live there, isn't it?"
"I suppose."
"Um -- earlier -- did you - - ?"
"I'm sorry! I thought you were asleep. I couldn't help it!"
"It's okay -- really. I just remembered my hand getting wet is all."
"Oh holy mother of god!"
"You're Catholic, aren't you?"
"Yes. How did you know?"
"I know a few Catholics, and - "
"Oh! It was the Mother of God remark!"
"Not so much that as -- you all seem to be not much worried about the 3rd commandment."
"Which is - ?"
"Thou shalt not take the name of thy God in vain."
"What are you?"
"I don't go to church."
"Me neither, but you must have gone somewhere to know which commandment that was!"
"Haha! Yeah, my parents took me to Sunday school when I was little. We learned the commandments. It's one of the few things I do remember."
"Does it bother you -- my language?"
"A little."
"I can control it. Sorry to offend you."
"Really -- you didn't. But I WOULD be more comfortable if you did control it some."
"Thanks for telling me. That means a lot to me, Jack."
"Why?"
"You could have just never said anything and let it bug you."
"Oh. I see that. Well, shall we get some more sleep?"
"Yeah -- night."
He then snuggled back into me again as earlier. I put my hand over him on his smooth chest again. He started to drag it down again. "I love your smooth chest, Mario!" I said, and pulled it back, pulling him a little closer.
"Jack?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I feel yours?"
"My chest isn't as smooth as yours."
"Not your chest."
"Oh! Sure."
I went to half on my back, half on my side and he lay his head on my chest, and grabbed my soft dick. It was hard within seconds. "Omigod," he whispered again -- "Oops! Sorry! It's just so big!"
"It's not that - "
"It is compared to my little dink!"
"I like your little dink!"
"That's because you're a pedophile!"
"I don't know how, but I'm gonna make you pay for that remark -- sometime when you least expect it!" I joked.
"Oh please, daddy, make me pay now -- make me pay now!"
"I really think we should go to sleep now." I said. I finally remembered Jim, and wondered how his date went. I was betting he didn't end up in bed with the guy! I closed my eyes and started to drift off again. They popped open again! Mario was stroking me! I stopped him. "You're like a kid with a new toy!"
"It feels so good!" He said. "It actually fills my hand!"
"G'night, Little boy!" I said, sternly.
"Jack, can I climb on top of you?"
"What?" I said.
"I wanna lay on top of you."
"I don't think I could sleep that way."
"Just for a moment then?" he pleaded.
I rolled all the way to my back and he crawled on top. I was wood by that time and of course he was! He lay his head on my chest and I heard him take about three sighing deep breaths. He was out like a light. I smiled and put one hand behind my neck and the other -- where else -- on his butt -- and I feel asleep.
"Sweet!"
I woke up and looked at a tallish Asian-looking guy, standing with his hands on his hips. Mario looked over too, and Rey was shaking his head back and forth.
"Dude!" he said, sounding not in the least Japanese. He had a California San Fernando Valley accent , which made it come out more like "Dewd!" Interesting he could pick it up so fast, coming from Chicago!
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't expect you back until after the first!" Said Mario, almost shattering my nuts as he clamored to get off me.
"Ohh -- uff!" I cried.
"Dewd! You tryin' ta kill yer -- uh -- boyfriend? That's hella gnarly! I didn't EVEN know you were gay!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't tell!" Mario pleaded.
"What?" Rey said. "I don't care if your gay, Dewd. But -- geez, what's all this mess?" he said, looking all around the room.
"Oh! Well, like I said, I didn't expect you back so soon, and - " Mario was talking a mile a minute, not even noticing that he was standing in front of his roomie, stark naked.
"Dewd! Stop pointing that thing at me, and get something on, for crap sakes!" Mario ran to the bathroom and slammed the door.
I could feel my ears and face burning red. "Um -- I'm Jack." I said, half rising as I was extending my hand.
"No -- don't get up!" He said and stepped away. When I sat back down and pulled the covers up to my chest he approached carefully. He shot his fist forward for me to buss. I let the covers go and they fell to my waist. He eyed me from head to belly button.
"You gay too, or you just letting Mario have a thrill?"
"Huh?" I said.
"Oh, I know! No one sucks like a gay guy!"
"Well, I can't vouch for that. We didn't do any of that. All we did was sleep."
"Dewd, I SAW you when I came in. What could be sweeter?"
"You know what? It WAS sweet. But we still didn't do anything -- but kiss."
"I could never kiss a guy!"
"Well, I doubt there are many guys who would want to kiss you." I said.
"Maybe not," he countered, "but there are plenty that want to suck my dick!"
"That's probably because they can get it all in their mouth at once!" I teased.
"It's because they want to suck a straight guy!" He said.
"I'm still not convinced of that."
"Oh, belive me, there are plenty who --
"No -- I mean I'm not convinced that you're straight."
"What the fu - " He started.
Mario walked out of the bathroom, just as stark naked as he went in. Rey stared at him, then looking back to me, he continued, "I'm not gay!"
"Good to know. So why is it that your cargo pants are all tented up in front?" Said Mario. I looked and he was right.
"I was just -- I mean -- Fuck you!" He ran to the bathroom. Mario and I looked at each other and shrugged, both of us rather bewildered what we could have done. . Then we heard it: Barfing, then sobbing coming from the bathroom.
Mario and I got dressed, I in the same that I wore the night before. I was about to leave when the bathroom door opened. Rey stood there red eyed. "Please don't tell anyone! If my parents ever found out, I'd be disowned!"
"Why would I tell anyone? I'm in the same boat as you."
"I think you don't give your dad enough credit, Mario." I said.
"Well, that's not the case with me!" Rey said. He started to blubber like a baby. He fell onto Mario's bed, which was the closest to him.
Mario sat next to Rey and put his hand on his shoulder. Rey flinched, then relaxed a little.
"Rey, no one understands better than I do what you're feeling. I don't want anyone to know either -- not now -- not yet." All the while Mario was rubbing Rey's shoulders, back and neck. Ey lay down all the way on his tummy and Mario started to massage his back with both hands. "That's it. Just relax." He said. Rey let out a big shuddering sigh.
"Well, I better be getting home guys."
Rey turned and extended his hand. I shook it and he said, "Maybe we'll see each other again -- under better conditions."
"These conditions were just fine. Great to know you, Rey." I said. "Great to see you again too, Mario. See yah!" I said and left the room.
On the way home my thoughts turned again to Jim -- and his date. I didn't dwell on it, but wondered.
When I got home, Mom and Dad were having lunch. They invited me to have some, but I declined. I went to my room and did some research on the computer. I was glad for the diversion. I was emotionally tired.
Late afternoon I put my coat on told Mom and Dad I was going to the park -- to think. I went out the back gate into the park. It was cold, but the sun was shining brightly. I walked slowly, thinking about George, feeling sorry for him and ... for myself, I suppose. I reached the little league backstop and the wood below the fencing was warmed from the sun, so I sat down with my back against the warm wood.
I was deep in thought when I heard, "Hi."
I looked up and Jim was standing there.
"Oh. It's you!" I said. I wanted to ask about his date, but didn't.
"What did you do last night?" He asked, as if he were reading my mind.
"Huh?"
"I stopped by -- late. I tapped on your window and you either were too sleepy to wake up or -- not there." He said.
"I thought you had a date with that dude you work with." I said.
Jim sat down -- close enough that our arms were touching. He blew into his hands, and steam came out. "We had fun. We went miniature golfing. And when we finished, we went home."
"Whose home?" I said.
"Jack -- it wasn't exactly a date. We just had dinner and had one game and parted. I went home and he -- I assume -- did the same. I was disappointed you weren't there when I came over."
"Did you expect me to just sit and think about you?" I said, too snappishly.
"Of course not! What's wrong, Jack?" He said, sounding a little hurt.
"Nothing!" I said, obviously not telling the truth. I repented. "Jim, I called an old friend from high school. He is up at UCLA. I went up there. We went out to Hollywood and to a gay bar and then I stayed up at his dorm last night."
"Oh!"
"No, it wasn't like that. We didn't do anything. He's gay, but -- not exactly my type."
"Oh. So -- what were you doing just now?" Jim said.
"Just thinking."
"About - - ?"
"You're pretty nosy!"
"Oh -- I know! Sorry!" he laughed. He took a deep breath and let it out. "Um -- what would you do if George walked back into your life -- today?"
I was stunned by the question. "How did you know I was thinking of him? Um - I -- I would be surprised -- I guess, and - - "
"And?" He prodded.
"I'd try to be his friend -- I guess - . If he'd let me."
"His friend?"
"Sure. But -- I think - "
"Jack -- that's what he wants to do." Said Jim.
"Huh?" I said, looking at Jim's face.
"His wife has decided she wants out. She left and is getting it annulled."
"WHAT!!??" I was appalled.
Notes: As always, Comments welcome, to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com. Thanks and ... love, Steve