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 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!)
From Chapter 3:
"I have to tell you", said George, "I'm extremely jealous of your experience. I will have to let you set the pace, because all I want to do is catch up with you! Don't be pissed if I am more impatient than you are."
"Okay. That's fair -- and wow! You're as honest as I -- as I -- expect, I guess."
"As honest as you ARE."
"Okay." I pulled him back down to me. He was in white boxer briefs. I opened the covers. My tighty-whiteys were still on. I pulled him next to me and kissed his as we were doing last night.
Chapter 4
"Georgy! We're home!" Came a squeaky voice I vaguely recognized. She popped up in the doorway to George's room.
My eyes widened! By the time she got to the door, George and I were far enough apart that it was not a problem -- well, except that the sheet no longer covered us. I quickly looked to make sure that nothing important was protruding from my tighty-whities. "Mrs. Toliver!" I said, willing her to look my directly in the eyes, to draw her attention away form the area I was worried about. "Gosh, you haven't changed a bit!" I said. And she hadn't! She was the same ditsy looking woman I remembered as a 9 year old, bleach platinum blonde hair piled high and deep on top of her head. She looked pleased.
"My God, Mrs. Toliver, it's early morning -- and you look like you just stepped out of the beauty parlor!" I marveled.
"Georgy, dear, did you bring Eddie Haskell home with you? Wait -- did you say I have not changed? Do I know you?" She came closer and looked into my face. "Oh my God! George! Come in here and see who I have found in Georgy's bed!" George's dad was also George. A voice from the other room said, "Is she someone we know? Is that her van in our driveway, then?"
Then HIS face graced the doorway.
I tried as best I could to unobtrusively cover my already shrunken bulge, as I said, Oh! Mr. Toliver! Nice to see you too." I felt like my voice was shaking horribly and all of a sudden I had to take a crap so bad I was starting to cramp.
"George! This is little Jacky Smith -- from around the corner -- remember?"
"Jacky Smith? No, can't say I do. Well, nice to meet you Jacky Smith. Sorry my wife thinks you're little -- you don't look very little to me!" I quickly glanced down at my loose fly. We all laughed at that, and I was afraid if I laughed again I'd shit my pants!
"Well, actually, we always thought that the first person we found in George's bed would be a girl, but George is always full of surprises!" Both the elder Tolivers roared at that, and George laughed too.
I excused myself to go see if I had actually done any damage to my panties. As I was in the toilet attached to George's room, I could hear through the door, "You made some bacon last night?"
"No, I made it this morning, Mom."
"And then went back to bed? That's odd." She said.
"Well -- ummm -- Jack sleeps pretty deeply, and -- ummm -- I just couldn't sleep earlier and so -- ummm -- when I couldn't wake him, I just came back to bed -- after turning off the bacon, of course." George said faster than I knew how to talk.
"Well, you boys get dressed ... or not -- and I'll finish breakfast. NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN Jack!" she hollered. I couldn't decide whether it was proper to holler back from sitting on the toilet! So I didn't. I did however finish what I went in there for!
When I came out, George's bedroom door was closed, and he was lying on the bed in hysterics. "OH! MY! GOD!" He said. They are soooo stupid! Jack, they think I am king of the world. No matter what I do, they think it's funny or smart - - or not my fault!"
"Well, I have to admit, you handled that better than I!" I said. "Have they ever surprised you like that before?"
"Hell no! I've never had another guy spend the night!"
"Well it's not as if we did anything." I said.
"I know!" he said glumly.
"George -- or is it Georgy?"
"Call me that again, and I'll personally rip your balls off! It's George!" he laughed.
"Well, anyway, for what it's worth, as I already told you, I've never kissed another guy, but I've kissed a few girls. It was never - - NEVER - - like that! Man, if you parents hadn't come home when they did -- you may have gotten your wish!"
"Only MY wish?"
"I'm in no hurry -- sorry! George, you were my first crush -- ever -- and I want to cherish every moment -- savor it, so to speak. And if after we really get acquainted we want to do a few things -- and see where else it might go -- then why not?"
My whole body was telling me I was a fool. Go for it, it was saying to me. But there was something -- stopping -- me.
"Breakfast's ready!" Came a knock at the door - - after the handle was wiggled. George had locked it this time.
"We'll be right out!" Said George.
We got dressed. I only had my semi-formal suit from last night, so I donned it. When we appeared, me in my suit and George in his shorts and tee, Mrs. Toliver whistled. "Boy, you look a lot better standing up and in that suit! You really turned out as beautiful as little Jacky showed promise!"
"Thanks!" I said, and I really did blush.
"You're embarrassing the boy, Cynthia!" Said Mr. Toliver. "So, Jack, how did you and George get back together -- after all these years?"
"We met a Cerritos, sir." I replied.
"Oh yeah." He almost spat out. "So -- are you going there just to get out of the way some of the more mundane classes too? I know what's going on! You guys know that the junior college courses are easier, so you take a year or two to ease your way in to the university."
"Uh -- yeah -- something like that." I said.
The truth was I couldn't afford to go straight to university. And was hoping something would present itself before the time came when I needed to go further than Cerritos could take me.
"I wanted George to go to my alma mater, Yale." Said Mr. Toliver. "But he saw fit to do differently. That's the trouble with an only child -- spoiled rotten!" At least it was said with a smile on his face -- even of he was shaking his head.
"Awww, Dad! You know you couldn't stand to have me gone from home that long!"
"We DO love you being here, Georgy!" Mrs. Toliver purred. "And it's so nice to have Jacky back!"
"Mom! It's bad enough that you still call me Georgy ... don't do that to my friends!"
"I don't mind, really!" I said. "All my parents friends still call me Jacky."
"Suit yourself," said George, derisively, "Jacky!" I kept to myself that I liked it when he called me that!
"Well, I just hope we will see a lot more of you, Jacky!" She said.
"For God's sake, Cynthia, of COURSE we will. He is, after all, sleeping with our son!" All the Tolivers guffawed. I couldn't see my face, but It was burning, so - -
"Oh, leave the poor boy alone, George! Can't you see you're embarrassing him?" she giggled.
"Cynthia - - it's a joke. If I thought our son was gay, would I be joking about it?"
George choked, and ran for the bathroom. It took every fiber of self control to remain seated and not follow him -- and his mom! When they reappeared, he excused both of us.
"We're going for a run down at Bolsa Chica." He told them.
"Tin can beach? Well, at least loan Jack something to run in boy!" Mr. Toliver said.
"We'll be stopping by his house on the way." He almost dragged me out of the house.
"Meet you at your house -- okay?" He said.
"Uhhh -- yeah." I said.
"I'll drive down to the beach."
"What? You don't like my car?" I joked. For late September, it was a great day for the beach. The sun was shining and it was already up to at least 75 degrees. He came in and met my dad and, again, Mom.
"So, did you boys have a good time reminiscing? I bet you didn't get much sleep!"
Actually we did, Mom. It's amazing what a little sex can do for you! Did I say that? NO! I did not! "Actually we did, Mom. We're going down to the beach to wake up."
"Have you had breakfast?"
"Yes, George's mom - "
"I'll fix you some lunch!"
"It's okay -- I got it!"
"Oh! You already have one packed! Okay."
I pulled George down the hall, into my room. When we went in, he closed the door. Then he started to laugh hysterically again -- although very quietly. He grabbed me and kissed me deep. I kissed him back more passionately than I had planned. I stepped back.
"Man, I could get used to that!" I said.
"Me too!" he said.
I started to change my clothes. When I got to my tighty-whities, I got suddenly self conscious. "You don't have a swim suit. You can borrow one of mine, if you like."
"Okay, but I want to watch you change into yours first." He said, smiling slightly. That made my package jump. He saw it and giggled. I pulled them down and my piece was not at full attention, but it was well filled out -- though still soft. He stepped up to me and kissed me again. Immediate erection! He felt it with his hand. "OOOOOH! I've wanted to do that like -- forever!" he breathed.
I walked over and locked my door. I walked over to dresser and pulled out two swim suits and gave him his choice. Both were unexciting. He chose one and then shed his shorts. But he was not wearing his boxers. He was going commando under his shorts.
We stood there for a moment, admiring each other's nakedness. In slow motion we approached each other, by this time, our eyes locked, and when he was close enough, he gently touched, then put his hand around my shaft again. I was dumbfounded. He then reached for my hand and placed it on his.
A bolt of electricity made its way down to my package and a little something milky looking presented itself out the top. He looked down and then touched it. It stuck to his finger. He smelled it then tasted it.
"Hmm -- not bad. You ever tasted any of this stuff?"
"No." I said.
"I have! I like it!"
I didn't get it. I stepped back. "I thought you said you have not ever touched another - "
"Who said it was someone else?" he said. "It's my own."
"Well, that isn't!" I said, pointing to what was on his finger.
"I KNOW! Isn't that cool?" He Licked it off and stepped back to me and pushed me down on my bed. He crawled on top of my naked body and we kissed again. I was embarrassed and also more turned on than I thought was possible. I wanted "it" so bad, but - - I still wanted to wait - - for a more special time -- or place -- or something.
"Don't you want it, Jacky?"
"I -- well -- yes -- but -- not here. Not now -- with my parents right on the other side of the door. George, my parents are NOT stupid -- like you think yours are."
"Okay, Jacky -- okay. Let's get dressed." He said. "And -- my parents aren't stupid except when it comes to me. Just for an experiment I went all Goth and stuff when I was a junior -- acted like those dudes in Littleton. Colorado."
"Geez! What did they do?"
"They thought it was cute -- and a phase."
"Guess they were right."
"Huh?" He said. "Oh! Ha-ha-ha! Good one, Jacky!" Then he added, "You really don't mind being called Jacky, do you?"
"Actually when you call me it, I like it a lot!" I admitted.
"Oh! Well, that's good news! Now I'll call you nothing else. But that doesn't change my promise about you not calling me that other name!"
"You can't even say it, Huh?"
"I hate it!"
"Well, I was actually gonna try it to see how it might feel to have you try to rip my balls off!"
"Well -- maybe that was a little too strong, but I'd get even!"
"I still might like it." I said. And unlocked the door and went out.
"You boys have fun -- and drive carefully!"
"We will, Mrs. Smith." We got into his Porsche. He put the top down, and we were on out way. "This is hella cool. Did you get it for graduation or something?" I asked.
"Naw! Dad got tired of it and bought his Lexus. He just didn't want a small car any more. I sort of inherited it in 11th grade -- when I got my license."
"Die-yam!" I said. "And what's the significance to the "Jordy IV" license plates?"
"That's me! My dad is the third. I'm the fourth."
"Okay, Jordy!" I said, grinning and looking straight ahead, but trying to see his reaction in my peripheral vision.
"Oh that's okay. I don't mind that name. You ever heard of Jordy Lemoine? He's a cutey!"
"So I can call you Jordy? Cool! I think that's a hella cool name."
"Thanks -- me too."
"I still want you to try to rip off my balls!"
"What's with this death wish of yours?"
"Oh, I wouldn't let you get that far."
"I went to Griffiths Middle school. Back in 1954, it was North Junior High. It was then that a bunch of idiots poled a kid -- killed him."
"Huh? What's poled?"
"They grabbed him and pulled his legs apart and ran -- I mean RAN his balls into a pole."
"Ohhh! That hurts to think about! It killed him?"
"Yeah, so let's not think any more about ripping your balls off! That's a story my dad told me -- a little known history of my school."
He parked. "My dad always calls this Tin Can Beach."
"I heard him say that. Why?" I asked.
I guess years ago it was just an abandoned beach between Seal Beach and Huntington. No one bothered to ever clean it up. It literally had trash all over it."
"Who would do that?" I asked.
"I guess everyone back in the 50's. There weren't so many people and it was not much of a problem -- I guess -- until it got to be too disgusting. You like to run?"
"I hate running!"
"Well, run with me anyway -- okay?" I wasn't exactly excited about that, but I did it. We talked about a lot of people that we both knew. When I moved I later went to East Middle school, then Downey High, whereas he went to Earl Warren High School, and so did a lot of the other kids I left behind. He filled me in.
" - - yeah, they really think I was the most popular boy on campus. My parents never picked up on the fact that I never dated -- at all! I had Stacy, but we didn't exactly date!"
"I did! I don't know how you avoided it."
"Well looking at you today -- or back when you did that Viking Variety thing -- I am not surprised that you dated -- a lot. You had to easily be the best looking guy on campus!"
"My mom always told me I was!" I laughed. "But what do mothers really know?"
"Apparently yours knew a lot!"
"Okay -- enough with the roast Jacky contest!" I said. "So -- how far did you want to run, anyway?" I asked already out of breath after the first 100 meters.
"I was hoping to run to the Huntington pier and back."
I squinted and could barely see it in the distance. "So -- you won't try to rip my balls off but you want to kill me off running, huh?"
"Okay, you can stop. But I'll keep on running -- and you can just walk -- or whatever -- until I get back -- k?"
"Okay -- don't kill yourself!" I said. I had already decided I'd take the "whatever". He picked up his pace without me dragging him down, and I collapsed on the sand.
I took off my shirt and laid it out on the sand to lie on. I lay face up to try to extend my summer tan a bit. I was thinking -- or dreaming -- I don't know which when I heard, "Hi."
I looked up and was blinded by the sun. I shaded my eyes with my hand. There was a skinny boy looking down on me. I sat up.
"I met you last night." I stared at him. "In the parking lot. Stacy got us all - "
"Oh! You were one of Stacy's friends! Have a seat." I sure wasn't gonna get up! When he came down my level, I did kind of recognize him. "You look different with your clothes off!" I quipped. He blushed and laughed.
You too -- better!" He answered. Down at my level, I could see that he was dark brown haired, with dark bronze skin. I extended my hand.
"Jack. Jack smith." I said. He laughed. I gave him a querulous look.
"Bond -- James Bond!" He laughed.
"You -- You're name is -- oh! Haha! I get it. What IS your name?"
"It really is James Bond. But most call me Jim -- or Jimmy."
Jimmy was skinny to the max. His eyes were a color of blue that I had never seen. Very pale blue, with white bands around the outside. Haunting looking, really. But he also was striking looking. It was hard to take my eyes off his face.
"You -- you looked like you were sleeping." He said. Aren't you afraid you might get burnt?"
"My pal is running down to the pier. He'll be back."
"Huntington or seal?"
"Huntington."
"Why didn't you ever come in to the dance last night?"
"I was waiting for my friend. He was late."
"Was that George?"
"Yeah! You know him?"
"Yeah. He's my cousin. Don't wait too long here. He's kind of a flake. He may not come back."
"He'll come back. His car is parked over there."
"I'll wait here with you -- just in case."
"No need -- unless you want to -- it's okay. He'll be back."
After a half hour, I was wondering if maybe Jimmy was right. Then, when I had almost decided to go with Jimmy,
"Hey Cuz! What're you doing down here?"
"Hello George." Jim said coldly.
"Great to see you Jimmy! Hella cool coincidence they you are down here too! Guess you already know my old partner, Jack!"
"Partner?" I asked myself.
"Wha -- aaat?" Said Jimmy. He looked closer at me. "Ofercrapsakes! You're the kid who lived around the corner from George, aren't you?"
"Wait a minute!" I said. Are you -- you ARE. You're the cousin that used to come to George's during vacation times. But - - good grief! Weren't you -- um - "
"Fat! I believe you were looking for the word fat. Yeah I'm the little fat kid!"
"I wasn't gonaa say that. I was going to say - - aren't you from -- oh geez -- let me think -- uuummm -- Reno -- or something?"
"Nothing that neat. Fallon! Ugly, dry and salty, Fallon Nevada. But if that wasn't bad enough, we weren't even from Fallon. Telling people we were from Fallon gave us some respectability. We were from Austin."
"Austin wasn't so bad! I loved coming up to your place. Jimmy!" Said George.
"The only motel in Austin back then was three mobile homes with single beds in them!
"Oh yeah! Oooo - Sorry I had to remember that!!" Said George.
"That's right! You had to share one of those beds with your daddy once didn't you?"
"Now that really was wonderful!" Laughed George. "I ended up between the bed and the wall. That was the weekend after grandpa died. We usually stayed at your house."
"Don't I know it! I was kicked out of my bedroom every time you came."
"I never knew you hated that so much. We got to hang out -- even sleep -- with the sheep."
"They weren't sheep. Grandpa called them sheep. But they were goats. And they stunk!"
"Wow. Well, I know they smelled pretty ripe, but it was only for a weekend when we came."
"Yeah, it was a weekend for me, whoever came!"
"Well, anyway, you moved -- to Lynwood."
"Yeah -- some move! Well, it was better than Austin - - OR Fallon."
"I was very excited when you moved. I loved it when we stayed together -- in that tent in my back yard, See -- it wasn't only in Austin. We did that at my house too!"
"We did it at your house because we CHOSE to."
That's right -- we did. Wasn't that fun?"
"I guess." He finally gave up some ground.
"Probably not as much fun as you and your friend Marty had in your tent, huh, Jack?"
Notes: I wonder where this is going. Would you believe - - I don't know? Well, we'll pick it up in Chapter 5 and see. Letters to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com. Please put Jack on the subject line. Thanks and ... love, Steve