"Plaquemines Parish" Part 3
Pronounced: pla keminz By: Pee Jay peejay@mi.rr.com
Work went just fine and Charlie hired the black kid to wash dishes. It turns out his name was Robert and everyone was calling him Rob. I kept my distance from him. After our initial encounter, I thought it best to leave him alone so I did.
Dave was in for dinner with his parents and Charlie gave them a window seat in my section. After he seated them, he gave me a wink and a smile. I couldn't resist grinning at his gesture. When I served them, Dave introduced me to his parents Don and Barbara but I called them Mr. and Mrs. Guidry out of respect. It seemed too forward calling adults by their first names.
Dave stroked my thigh again while I was standing next to him and I politely excused myself and went to the bathroom again to 'freshen up'. I swear to God that guy found my on-off switch and I loved it. I couldn't wait to get off work to see him again.
Mike and Steve came in to eat early in the evening and I said hello to them briefly and told them I wasn't supposed to be talking to the customers. They understood and I thanked them and left; Charlie was busy and didn't notice.
I ran into Kris in the kitchen once and he knocked me off balance with his elbow calling me white faggot trash, I flipped him the bird. He's a first class asshole as far as I'm concerned. The guy that was jealous of my quick promotion, I found out his name was Bud; was quick with a loud, affected laugh. Charlie saw it and I was glad that he could witness firsthand what Kris and Bud were like.
When I finished and went outside, Dave was waiting for me on the deck.
"Hi, how did work go?"
"Good. I'm glad it's over though. Your parents seem nice and your mother is pretty."
"Thanks, yeah Mom is always getting looks wherever we go."
"I'd rather look at you."
"Come on; let's go sit on the bench down on the pier, away from these lights."
As soon as we were far enough away from the restaurant lights, I took his hand and wrapped my fingers between his. He leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. I pressed my lips hard against his. He tasted good but then I already knew what to expect and it was every bit as good as I remembered.
As we walked, I pulled my bow tie off and put it in my pocket. I drew my shirt out of my pants and unbuttoned it; there was a fishy, salt air breeze coming off the gulf, it was a warm evening. We sat on the bench at the far end of the pier and it proved to be a good suggestion. It was dark and there were no boats moored nearby.
We sat down and began to kiss and feel each other. Dave pulled his shirt off and then helped me the rest of the way out of mine. He pushed me gently back so I was lying on my back on the bench. He lowered himself on top of me and we began to make out and rub our crotches against each other.
After a few minutes he propped himself up on one elbow and looked at me.
"I want to have sex with you."
I hesitated, "I've never had sex with anyone", I was somewhat embarrassed at my lack of experience.
"I've only had sex twice. How old are you?"
"I'm sixteen. I'll be seventeen this fall. And you?"
"I just turned seventeen this month."
I scooted out from underneath him forcing him to sit up. I brought my legs up on the bench and folded them in front of me facing him. Dave folded one leg on the bench and lowered one to the pier facing me.
"I have to tell you something", I began.
"What is it?" he said and placed his hand on my thigh and began stroking it.
"Well, it's about where I live. It's not so nice."
He leaned forward and put his arms around me.
"Sssh. It doesn't matter where you live. I already know."
"How do you know?"
I was freaked by his revelation. How the hell could he know that?
He told me how Kris ran into him one night after work on the deck outside the restaurant. He left ahead of me and met Dave as he was leaving that night. Apparently, Kris told him how squalid and sordid our shack was trying to make me look bad so Dave would take a liking to him instead of some poor white trash as he referred to me.
I was glad to hear Dave wasn't interested, he was turned off by the ploy. I got depressed and turned away from him; I could feel the moistness in my eyes. How would I ever manage to escape this place? I lowered myself to the pier and rested my back against the bench. I didn't want him to see my wet eyes. Dave put a leg on each side of me and bent over to kiss me on the cheek.
"It's okay. I didn't believe him."
"It is a shack, you know", I said low then lowered my head.
"It's not that bad Val. I've been there. I think it would be cool to live there."
He ran his fingers through my hair and rubbed my chest. I was mortified. He knew the whole story now. I didn't know if I could look him in the eye again. It was so demeaning. I put my arms across my knees and lowered my head onto my arms. Cool huh? Cool for how long? A Day? A weekend?
"When did you go there?" I said softly.
"One night while you were at work, I saw your mother too. She's very attractive. I can see where you get your good looks, sexy."
I wrapped my arms around his legs and ran my hands up and down feeling the dark hair. I got turned on and rock hard in my pants.
"You're just saying that so I'll have sex with you."
"Well yeah, but it's true. You're the best looking guy I've ever seen. I can't stand to be away from you; you make me feel like I've never felt before." He paused for a minute. "We don't have to have sex if you don't want to, okay?"
"Okay" I said. "I better get going home now. It's getting late."
I wasn't feeling very romantic after our exchange. I just had my nose rubbed in the reality of my situation and I wanted to go home.
"I'll walk you okay?"
I stood up and turned to face him. He stood up and kissed me. I put my arms around his waist and buried my face in the small of his neck. After a few moments I kissed the side of his neck and said,
"I'll be okay. I'd rather walk alone so I can think. See you in morning okay? I'll be here early. Maybe we can do something."
With that he put his hand behind my head and pulled us together for another kiss. Damn his lips were soft and firm all at the same time. I wanted to crawl into his skin and be one with him. Why do things have to be so difficult?
We said good night and parted. As I walked away, I didn't turn around to look at him. If I did I would probably go running back into his arms and I didn't want to do that, not now. I had too much to digest; I had to think things through.
I started down the road from the marina. It was a very dark evening; the clouds were hiding the moon and the woods looked like the Black Forest or something. It was kind of eerie but I liked the solitude, the feeling of being alone with no one watching.
I put my arms behind my head and looked up at the sky. There were light spots where the cloud cover wasn't so thick. I thought about where I was. I didn't know how I was going to do it but I was getting out of here somehow, someday; or I was going to die trying. I swear to God, I'll die before I give up.
I was half way home when I heard a voice say, "Hey faggot, did you suck your boyfriend's dick tonight?"
I looked over my shoulder at the woods in the direction of the voice. I couldn't see shit; it was black in there.
"Hey faggot, you want to suck some cock?" a different voice said. I turned around and started walking backward so I could look in the direction of the voice. Those weren't terms of endearment. I backed into someone and they shoved me forward. I stumbled and fell in the dirt.
There were three silhouettes against the sky. Someone kicked me in the stomach and another one landed in my groin. I grabbed my crotch in pain. Then a knee landed in my stomach and stayed there. The person started slapping me in the face and shouting taunts at me like, "You're going to take this big cock in your mouth fag" and "I'm gonna fuck you good" and he went on as the kicks kept coming.
I tried to coil up into a ball but the guy on my stomach was too heavy. He started punching my face and I raised my arms in defense while the kicks continued anywhere they could land them. I yelled out, "Fuck you."
I took my knee and drew it up hard, hitting the guy on top of me in the back. He fell forward and caught himself with his hands in the dirt either side of my head. He started punching my face and I rolled over facing the dirt with my arms around my head. Someone took a stick and started shoving it hard into my ass and shouting that I was going to get fucked real good tonight. I felt a solid blow land on the side of my head and it rolled me over on my side. One of them was jamming the stick into my ass as hard as they could and it hurt while kicks landed on my stomach and face.
Then someone shouted, "There's a car coming". And as quick as they appeared they were gone. I heard branches snapping and brush moving as they ran through the woods. I was left alone to wallow in the dirt.
My legs folded a couple times before I was able to make it to my feet. I was aching all over and my shirt was bloodied up pretty good. My nose was leaking blood and mucus while saliva, mixed with blood, was dripping from my mouth; I coughed and spat a few times. I felt awful, hurting and dripping blood all over the place with dirt clinging to the bloody spots. I thought about dying and how it couldn't possibly hurt as much. All I could think was that Hell must feel better than this.
I made my way to the side of the road and turned in the direction of home. The car slowed down and beeped it's horn. I didn't look, I was pretty sure it was Charlie and waved as best I could. I saw his hand up in the air as he passed and I was glad he didn't stop. I didn't want him to see me in this condition and I hadn't figured out an explanation.
I staggered and stumbled my way home and sat in the swing on the front porch. I broke down sobbing. The salty tears stung on their way down but it didn't stop me. I started to get loud and stifled my sobs, I didn't want to wake Mom and have her see me like this. I cried until I was exhausted and it seemed pointless to keep it up. I had to get out of this god-forsaken, redneck infestation that was home one-way or the other, but how? No one should have to live like this, no matter how poor or queer they are. Maybe if I saved my money I could live with Jim and his family back in Wisconsin. Christ, Hell or Outer Mongolia would be better than this.
If it had been a fair fight, I might have stood a reasonable chance. But three against one, there was no way I could overcome those odds. I credited myself with being tough enough to survive a beating! A beating? Why would someone want to beat me? They kept calling me faggot this and faggot that so that had to be it.
I exhaled into the warm dark night then went inside to go to bed, being careful not to step on any squeaky boards. All I wanted was to escape the ugly reality that surrounded me.
As I whimpered quietly into my pillow, I resolved to go to work and hold my head high. I may be a faggot but I have my pride. I'll be a proud faggot, fuck 'em, fuck 'em all.
The next morning, Mom asked if I wanted breakfast. I told her I was going to stay in bed for a while. I lied and said it was a late night at the restaurant and I was still tired. I was hoping she would leave without wanting to talk.
God if she saw me like this I would have to quit my job and I'm not quitting anything. I'm going to work today and they'll have to look at me regardless of what they think. I may be a fag, but a quitter I am not! They can fucking kill me but I'll be god damned if I'll quit. Yeah, I took the Lord's name in vain, so what. Ya wanna fight?
Mom eventually readied herself and came into my room to wish me a good day. I pretended to be asleep so I wouldn't have to look at her; I had my face buried in the pillow and the sheet pulled up to my neck. She bent over and kissed me on the head. I wanted so bad to hug her but I knew it wasn't a good idea so I lie there feigning sleep.
I heard her car pull away from the house and rolled over on my back. I let a drawn out exhale go and sat up. I was a few inches off the mattress when the pain hit me and I collapsed back down. I raised my legs to see if that hurt, they were bruised and sore but seemed to work. I kicked the sheet down to my feet and looked myself over. There were the beginnings of bruises all over the place. I rolled onto my stomach and swung my feet over the side of the bed. I knelt on the wooden planks and straightened up, pushing with my arms against the mattress.
I raised myself triumphantly; you can't keep a good fag down for long! I smiled at the thought. I went to the bathroom to have a look at myself in the daylight. Geez, my face was puffy and cut all over the place but no black eye! Thank God for that.
I went to the kitchen and poured a coffee. I eased into a chair and pulled Mom's crossword puzzle book over for something to look at. I likely wouldn't go swimming today, not with the way my body was talking to me.
I thought about my uniform and went into the bedroom to look at it. I stashed it under the bed so Mom wouldn't see it. I pulled it out and it was a dirty, bloody torn-up mess. I wondered if Charlie was going to charge me for it. It was definitely beyond mending.
There was a knock at the front door and it startled me. No one ever comes here; who could it be?
"I'll be right there", I yelled.
I pulled some shorts out of my dresser and slipped into them, painfully I might add. From the hallway outside my bedroom, I could see the front door. It was Dave! What the hell is he doing here? I went to the front door, it wasn't a long trip in our little shack.
He was standing with his back to the house looking out toward the road.
"Hey", I said through the screen door.
He turned around smiling, "Good morning good looking, how are you? I couldn't wait to see you so I came over. I hope you don't mind."
I pushed the door open to let him in, "Come on in, you may as well see our shack for yourself".
Creaky floorboards and all, I thought to myself.
He took a couple of steps and was about to kiss me when he stopped cold. He looked at my cut-up puffy face and bruised body in disbelief.
"What happened to you?"
"Come on in, I'll tell you all about it."
He followed me into the kitchen and I asked him if he wanted a coffee. He did so I poured him a cup and filled mine. I sat down and told him the whole story as best I could remember it. When I finished I sat there quietly looking at the table. He was lost for words. He was shaking his head and looked like he was about to cry.
"This wouldn't have happened if you let me walk you home."
"It could have been you on the way back. Did you think of that?"
He got up and walked around to my side of the table. He wrapped my head with both his arms and pulled me against his chest. I put my arms around his waist and started crying. I hated myself for doing that but I couldn't stop, I was out of control; and honestly, it felt good to tell someone and get it out.
He stroked my hair, shoulders and anything that was reachable and comforting. He kissed my head a couple times as he held me. It made me feel good; I felt safe in his arms.
"Do you know who they are?"
"Not exactly" I said as I pulled away and wiped my eyes. "I'm sure it's someone from work. I don't know anyone else around here except for you."
I couldn't withhold the next thought and said, "And you're going to leave sooner or later."
That made me start in again with the sinking, stinking truth of what I had said. I didn't want him to go but I knew it was inevitable. This isn't his home. The day would come when he would leave just as I thought and I would be alone again. And he wants me to have sex with him? Ha! No way. I'm not his whore or the subject of his fall essay "What I Did Last Summer", fuck him. I put my arms on the table and lowered my head onto them as I tried to muffle my sobs.
"Maybe you should go."
"Are you asking me to leave?"
"Yeah, it would be better for you to find someone that you can be with at home."
"That's crazy. I want to be with you. I thought we had an understanding."
"Yeah maybe, but you're going to leave sooner or later and where does that leave me? Besides, I'm going to get out of here. There's no way I'm going to live here under these circumstances. No effing way."
"But Val..."
"Just go okay?"
I kept my head down on my arms. I couldn't look at him with wet eyes and watch him go.
He wavered for a moment then headed for the door pushing the screen door open as he passed through it. It banged shut and I raised my head from the table. He left! I pushed him away and he went! Now what?
I rose slowly to my feet, aching as I stood, and went to the front door. He was walking fast toward the road. He walked in a determined sort of way; I could tell he was upset.
"DAVE" I yelled from the front porch.
He turned around and looked back.
"Please don't go."
He stood there mute looking at me. I wished I knew what he was thinking. He was, more than likely, trying to decide if he should come back. I had to do something to get him to come back; God I love that guy. Oh my God, did I just think that?
"Dave?" I said again hoping he would change his mind.
He started across the yard to the house, okay shack, but he was coming back and that was the big thing. I walked toward him and met him half way. I put my arms around his shoulders and my head against his and hugged him.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and squeezed. I sucked my breath in quick because of the hurt and he loosened up.
"Don't go Dave. I'm sorry. I want you to stay please."
I didn't care how much it hurt, I held on to him like he was my life line and I think that he was. I had it bad for him and I knew it. I wanted to be with him more than anything in the world. He was warm and nice and sincere and caring; God how many people in this world cared about me? Not many.
I laid my head on his shoulder and wrapped him in my arms. God it was so good and so great and so perfect to hold him. I think I might love him! Whatever that means, I have it for him big time, and it's not going away; even if he does. This guy that I met has a hold on me; has me in his grips, in his palm. God help me, he feels so good. I really do want him, all of him.
"Come back to my bedroom."
Dave looked at me in an inquisitive way. I put my arm around him and leaned my head against his as we walked toward our shack. I know I like Dave, I like him a lot. He's good looking, sexy and he's so self confident. He goes out of his way to be nice to me. How could I not like him?
He followed me to the bedroom; I was first to sit on the bed. I lie down and swung my feet onto the mattress. He eased himself down at my side and lie half on the mattress and me. I yelped in pain and he jumped off me.
I looked at him and we both started laughing.
"You're beautiful," he whispered.
"I want to have sex with you."
He straddled me on all fours and started kissing me. I ran my hands over his chest and stomach and boned up instantly. God he felt good and strong and oh so sexy. I tried to sit up and the pain pierced my side again, I winced and let myself back down. Damn it, just when I need to be ready I'm all but immobile.
"Just lay there I'll do everything", he said.
I was a little tense with those words; I didn't know what the hell he was going to do. I more or less figured out how two guys screw and it worried me. Did he want to do it to me? Would I like it or would it hurt? That stick at my threshold last night was a painful memory. Would it be different with Dave? I tried not to think about it.
He pulled my shorts off then my underwear. My hard-on was pointing at my face as it stood fast and strong. I didn't think it would budge one iota if it were prodded.
Dave took his shorts and underwear off, kicked them aside and pulled his T-shirt over his head. He was fully erect and the head of his penis was pointing up at a forty-five degree angle. His tanned, olive skin and dark hair was controlling my dick. I thought I might be able to hammer nails with it, it was that hard. He was magnificent, stunning in every way and I trembled at the sight of him.
"My God you're a sight to behold. You're so hot Dave. I...come here before I go crazy."
"You're beautiful" he said and lowered himself just enough so our stiff dicks were touching.
It was a feeling I never had and not sure if I ever would again. I shuddered under him with the excitement and thrill of feeling his hardness against me. I was ready for all of him, whatever he wanted; there was no limit. I would give myself to him anyway I could; as much and as often as he would have me.
We kissed with our tongues probing the depths of each other's mouth. He took my wrists and pinned them above my head. I loved the exposed feeling and pushed my crotch into his as hard as I could. It was wild and wildly exciting. I began to thrust my hard-on against his and rubbed it into the dark bush around his crotch. It felt great. I couldn't stand it any longer and arched my back, squirting cum all over his hard dick and dark bushy pubes. I moaned as I pumped it all over him.
He grabbed his hard dick with his right hand leaving the left one next to my head for support. He started jacking himself off and I licked the hair in his armpit. It was so stimulating I began to chomp into his pit with my lips and tongue licking and tasting his dark hair, it kept me hard and in a heightened state of elation. He arched his head back and released his hot cum onto my chest and stomach. When his body finished jerking, he looked down at me intently. He scooped some of his cum off my chest with his still rigid dick and wiped it on my mouth. I took his shaft in my mouth and cleansed it with my tongue, loving and savoring every bit of it.
When he began to go soft, he pulled it out of my mouth and kissed me, tasting his cum with his tongue. He rolled off to the side and propped himself up on his elbow. He placed his free hand behind my head and we kissed between looking each other in the eye and exploring with our hands.
Finally I had to say something. I put my hand in his and said, "That was fantastic", then I raised his hand and kissed it.
"I hope that's just the beginning of things to come. I want to be with you so bad my pretty."
"What's with the pretty thing?" I was shaking my head.
I had my arms behind my head and Dave's leg moving between my thighs as he spoke. I was feeling the aura of Dave and his nearness.
He didn't say anything and we both grinned at each other. I thought it was rather dumb but I also kind of liked it.
I started feeling his soft dick and dark bushy pubes with my hand and loved the feel of it. I cupped his crotch and said, "Mmmm".
We both had a good laugh and he kissed me again. I swear I don't think I could ever get tired of his kisses. He's delicious, delectable and delightful; I want more of him. I don't know what's going to happen if and when he leaves. For now, I'll take him anyway I can have him. I feel like he's mine, like he belongs to me. It feels wonderful.
Dave said we were going to know each other for a long time and I liked the sound of that. He stroked my naked crotch then went to the bathroom.
That sounded real nice but it didn't sit quite right with me. I couldn't get rid of the nagging issue of him leaving at some point. I wanted to be with him, bad. I honestly don't know if I lust after him or love him. I don't know the difference. All I know is that he makes me feel like I never thought I could. Hell, I've never been with another guy or anyone for that matter. How the heck is this going to work? Would I have to give him up when I finally get out of here? I was sure that was the way it would go. I rolled over and buried my face in the pillow unwilling to complete the scenario in my mind.
Dave was all buoyant and bubbly when he came back from the bathroom.
"Did you figure out how to flush?"
"Yeah, it's no big deal. Why do you ask?"
"I had to ask my mother how it worked. I've never seen one like that. Help me up will ya?" I said and extended my hand.
He pulled me up.
"Let's take a shower and get cleaned up" Dave suggested.
"Sounds like fun to me. It has to be a quickie 'cause the water heater is a small one."
He was wearing a broad grin and I knew what he was thinking. I had to smile too; it was going to be fun.
The hot water ran out just as I thought and that put an abrupt end to things. We dried off and dressed. I tucked my T-shirt into the back of my shorts and slipped my sandals on. I readied my pack for work and we left for the marina.
The road was long, straight and well suited to fooling around. You could see a car or bike coming from a good distance. Half way there, I stopped dead in my tracks. The stick that they used on me the night before was lying on the road. I had a dizzy spell as I stood there looking at it.
Dave noticed and threw it into the ditch.
"Come on", he said. "It's over."
He motioned for me to follow and we continued to the marina. I leaned on him a few times for support, it seemed hot and humid. I noticed Charlie's car wasn't there yet as we walked to the slip where Dave's family moored their boat. His father was on deck sipping iced tea with his feet elevated as he read the newspaper.
"Hi guys. What have you been up to? Oh Jesus Val, what happened to you?"
"I was in a fight last night."
"What does the other guy look like?"
"I'm not sure. It was pretty dark and hard to see."
Christ I didn't want to go any further into it if I could help it. One lie was enough for now.
Dave came to the rescue, "Come on Val, I wanna show you around the boat."
We went below and his mother was in the galley. "Good Lord" she said looking at my face. "What happened to you?"
She gave me the once over with her eyes and her expression spoke volumes.
Dave came to the rescue again, "He was in a fight Mom. Don't push it. He would just as soon forget about it okay."
She resumed here work and let it go.
"Are you guys hungry?"
Dave looked at me and I raised my eyebrows meaning to say yes.
"Yeah, neither one of us has eaten yet."
"Okay, I'll have something in a few minutes. Go sit with your father."
"I'm going to show Val around the boat. It'll only take a couple minutes."
He showed me his parent's room aft of the cabin and it looked very luxurious. I wondered what their house looked like if this was the boat. We went to the fore stateroom and Dave said it was his room.
"Make your bed while you're in there," his mother yelled.
I laughed. It was a familiar request; well, order would be more like it. Mothers must have some kind of secret handbook they use to torment their kids.
Dave kicked the door closed and said, "Take your clothes off".
"Sssh. She's just on the other side of the door. She'll hear you."
"It's okay she knows I'm gay."
"No shit! She doesn't care?"
"If she does she hasn't said anything."
"When did you tell her?"
"My sister told her. She caught me fooling around with a guy in my bedroom. It really pissed me off. It wasn't her place to say anything. I'm not sure if Mom has mentioned it to Dad. I'm afraid to bring it up to him."
He pulled me to him, gave me a quick kiss and rubbed my crotch. It was great and I slid my arms under his and wrapped them up to the back of his shoulders. I pulled him as tight as I dared and rubbed my crotch against his with my eyes closed. Damn if he didn't make the world stand still!
He stroked my back with one hand and ran his fingers through my hair with the other. Then he said, "I could stay like this all day".
"Dave?"
"Yeah?"
"When are you leaving?"
"Never."
"Come on, I want to know so I can be ready for it. I don't want you to go but It's pretty clear you will."
He was quiet. He stopped moving and I sensed he was having trouble formulating his response. I didn't like it one bit either. It only confirmed my suspicions; this wasn't going to last. I had to start thinking in terms of a passing fancy, a good memory at best; refocus on getting out of here. It wasn't a pleasant thought.
"Come on, let's make your bed", I said and released him.
We made the bed up in a few minutes. When we finished he avoided eye contact and said, "Mom will be happy, thanks for helping. Let's go eat, I'm starved."
"Me too."
The meal was delicious and I ate his father's leftover portions. I could have eaten more but I didn't want to look like a poor, starved wretch. For someone that works in a restaurant, you would think I'd be well fed.
Dave was staring at me. I knew what he was thinking. He was wondering how I felt about his leaving. That should be obvious to him, I feel like shit. Why else would I ask if I didn't want him to go? The hell with it, I have no say in the matter, fuck it, fuck life, fuck this place, fuck me, life sucks. Take it like a man fag this is your life.
"Let's go for a swim," Dave said.
"I can't today. It hurts too much. I think I'm going home to lay down for a while. I don't feel so good."
"I'll walk you home."
"It's okay, I can make it, I'll be fine. I really don't feel good. I'm dizzy. I need to lie down."
I rose and gathered my pack. The only thing on my mind was my bed and the warmth and security it afforded me. I had to lie down and sleep, I was fading fast.
"Thanks for breakfast Mrs. Guidry" I said.
"I can walk you."
"I'm fine. I just want to go home and lie down for a while."
I smiled at Dave and his father and got up to go.
I made my way to the gangplank and up toward the pier. I was feeling dizzy and I thought it must be the heat. I wanted to go home in the worst way; I don't care if it's a shack, it's my home. I walked down the spur from their boat. Before I reached the main pier, I got sick to my stomach. I knelt down on all fours and heaved into the water. When it was over, I spat trying to get rid of the foul taste in my mouth.
Damn it! What the hell is wrong? I have to lie down, I don't think I can make it home. I felt weak and tired so I sat down to wait for my head to stop spinning. I couldn't stay where I was, it was too pedestrian; I had to get somewhere out of the way so I could relax. I made it to the bench at the end of the pier and lie down on it.
God it felt so good to stretch out in repose, in the warmth of the sun. I nodded off.
Sometime later, I awoke to unfamiliar surroundings. I could have been anywhere but my mother's face was staring at me. I looked around a little confused.
"Where are we Mom?"
"We're on the Guidry's boat honey. How do you feel?"
She stroked the side of my face and it felt better than I ever thought it could. I tried to sit up and I collapsed back down on the bed. After a few moments, I recognized the surroundings as Dave's bedroom on their boat. Oh yeah, that's what Mom said a minute ago.
"How did we get here?"
"Dave tried to wake you up on the bench so you wouldn't get sunburned. When you wouldn't wake up he got his father and they carried you back here."
"Can we go home now Mom. I want my own bed."
"Sure, do you feel well enough to walk?"
"Yeah, I can make it. Let's go home."
I tried to sit up again and I felt dizzy so I eased myself back down.
Damn it. Why can't I get up? I want to get out of here and go home. Dave heard our voices and came into the room to see how I was doing. His parents were standing in the doorway watching. Damn, what's all the fuss?
"Hi," he said. "Are you feeling better?"
"Yeah, I feel good. I just can't seem to get up though. Will you please tell Charlie that I won't be in tonight?"
"I already did. I told him what happened and he said to take all the time you need. Your job is safe."
I wondered who else he told but I didn't ask. I really didn't want to know.
"Thanks, will you help me to Mom's car?"
"Dad says he thinks you have a mild concussion. You should stay in bed."
"Well, tell Dr. Dad that I'm fine. I can go home if you'll help me to Mom's car."
"He's a doctor Val. He's a surgeon. I think he knows best."
Oh great. That's all we need is a bill from Dave's father for services rendered. I have to get out of here. I sat up and felt dizzy. The room was spinning and I blinked a few times trying to make it stop.
"Let's go Mom," I said as I swung my feet out of bed.
She hugged me and her breasts were pressed against my chest. I loved it when she did that. Not because it was a sexual thing but because she was my mother and it made me feel good and safe, her bosom was soft and warm and comforting.
"Sit still for a minute honey. Don is it okay to take him home?"
"He really shouldn't be moving around. It looks like he's determined to go home though. I'll help you get him to the car and Dave can ride home with you and help you get him in the house."
Mom smiled, "My little man is struggling to be independent".
I heard her words as the lights went out, "Mom..." my voice trailed off.
The next day I was up at the first ray of sunlight. As I mentioned, TV sucks here and we can't afford cable; in fact, I don't even know if they have it in this cesspool of the south. Come to think of it, they do have it; the bar attached to the restaurant has cable, or is it satellite? Who cares, the point is we can't afford it whatever it is.
I cleaned myself up and made breakfast for Mom. Yeah, her little man made breakfast. That noxious comment of hers was still stuck in my mind. I wonder how she would like to be called 'the little lady'. I had to smile at that one...and remember to use it on her!
I had her plate and coffee ready so I went to wake her up.
"Mom? You awake?" I said from the hall. "Rise and shine."
She rolled over and stretched her arms. She exhaled and said, "Yeah, I'm up."
"Come on. Breakfast is getting cold."
Boy, that was a real role reversal.
I couldn't resist the temptation, "Is the little lady sleepy this morning?"
Yeah, score one for the little man! Hehe. Two can play at this game.
I fed her and sent the 'little lady' off to work with a pat on the rear, and then I cleaned the kitchen. I made my bed and grabbed my pack; with one last check in the mirror, I headed for the marina. Now, to get Dave out of bed and heated up enough to want to fool around. That shouldn't be too hard to do! Yeah, the little man is on a roll. I laughed to myself.
When I got to the marina, their boat was gone. I sat on the bench at the end of the pier staring at the empty slip. Man I'm a sucker. I dropped my pack on the pier and lie on the bench; it was going to be a long day. I closed my eyes but I wasn't tired. I slept so much in the last couple of days that I was wide-awake and ready for action, wanting and taunting it even. Yeah, I'm looking of Dave and God help him when I see him!
I decided to wait until there was some sign of life from Mike and Steve's boat. Maybe I could earn another fifty dollars for washing it again. It looked rather shiny from here though; I sighed. If that doesn't work then I'll ask Charlie if he needs something done inside. Geez, the last thing I need is more sunshine. I'm so dark now I won't lose my tan until next year and my hair is bleached golden from the sun, oh well.
I started to pace the pier; I was bored to death. I decided to go for a swim even though it wasn't hot yet. I dropped my shorts and T-shirt and dove in. I swam to the back of Mike and Steve's boat. I was half way up the ladder when Steve came over to investigate the splashing noise.
"Val, what are you doing here?"
"I was bored 'cause Dave's gone. I wondered if you guys have a little job you want done."
I was at the top of the ladder now but Steve wasn't moving out of the way so I stood on the back of the boat. My crotch was about even with his eyes and he was staring at it. Yup, that confirms it; the guys are definitely gay.
"So?" I said.
"Ah, come aboard. Let's see if Mike has anything he wants done."
He stepped away and yelled Mike's name as he turned to face the stairs leading to the cabin. Mike walked over to the stairs and looked up. He smiled when he saw us standing next to each other and came up on deck.
"Well, what have we here? A sopping mermaid?"
"Merman", I corrected him.
They both had a laugh.
"So Mike" I said. "Do you guys have any jobs you need done today?"
"Let me think. Sit down and I'll be right back."
Steve and I sat at the little table on deck and Mike returned with a coffee pot and three cups. He told me I could take their laundry to the marina and they would pay me to do it. If I still wanted something to do after that, I could get in the water and wash the water line of the hull and sides of the boat. I agreed and Mike told me to strip the bed below and he would separate the laundry into different trash bags.
I went below to strip the bed. When I got there, I saw a large plastic penis on the floor next to the bed. I stopped and stared at it. It was captivating; I couldn't take my eyes off it. I wanted to hold it in my hands and feel it. Mike came in the bedroom and saw me fixating on it. He picked it up and slapped it in his hand a couple times. It made a loud clapping noise and I started laughing.
"You know what this is used for?"
"Ah no, I've never seen one before."
He took it and jabbed it at my ass a couple times.
"That's what it's used for. Wanna try it?"
I started getting hard at the thought of it. I guess Dave isn't the only one in charge my on-off switch.
He pushed me down on the bed gently and I let him do it. He pushed on my chest forcing me onto my back. He began to undo the string to my bathing suit and I could feel my dick become stiff as hell. He pulled my suit off and said, "Oh my god, you're huge for such a young kid".
I was proud of myself and my dick, which was fully erect and inflated. It was so hard it was throbbing. He knelt on the floor in front of the bed and spread my legs out and up. He started licking my hole and I began to moan as the sensations ran through me.
Something tells me I'm going to learn a thing or two here and it's going to be a lot more fun than going to school.
His tongue was massaging my hole and I was moaning with pleasure. Steve came into the room and started watching. He pulled his bathing suit down and started stroking his dick. The sight of his hairy crotch and hard dick was a turn on. I loved that he was watching me and liking it.
Mike was putting a finger in my asshole and I thought I was going to cream myself, it was wet and slippery. It was the best thing I ever felt and I spread my legs as wide as I could. Mike held his hard dick in his hand and started stroking himself. I was on the verge of cumming and Mike backed off. I protested and he told me to be patient.
He stood up and parked his hard dick at my hole and started to push. I loved the feeling of it against me and pushed back. It popped in and I let out a loud cry. I was looking Mike in the eyes and feeling him inside of me.
It was like nothing I had ever known. Mike was so strong and muscular and his hard dick was inside me! I loved it.
He started moving in and out of me slowly and I moaned as his huge tool plied my orifice.
"Do it harder Mike. Put it all the way in."
"You want me to fuck you good?"
That scared me but I loved the feeling of him moving inside of me. God there really was such a thing as heaven on earth after all!
"Yeah, do it Mike."
He started thrusting his big hard dick in and out of my ass and I rolled my head back and forth moaning and twisting with pleasure.
"That's it Mike. Fuck me."
I was spread eagle in front of him and loving the sight of another guy fucking me. He began to jam me real hard and I was about to enter the next realm when my dick exploded shooting my first load over my head. I started shouting as my dick emptied all over me and the bed. Mike stopped fucking me and stood rigid while he filled me up with his juice. God it was good and I pushed my ass hard into his shaft wanting to feel all of it. I think I was made for this.
"God you're a real pro at this."
I was embarrassed, "That was my first time Mike".
"Really? I popped your cherry?"
"Yeah, Steve you want to fuck me too?"
Steve came over to the bed and started kissing me. He was more romantic than Mike and I liked it a lot. I started feeling his body and I got hard again. He was softer and more sensuous than Mike. Mike had raw sex appeal; at least that's how I saw him.
Steve was getting turned on and put the head of his dick at my hole. He pushed lightly and it slid inside me. His dick was longer than Mike's and he took his time burying it inside me. I loved the feeling of him sliding in and I spread my legs one hundred eighty degrees from my body so he could get it all the way in. When it was buried deep in my guts he started to pump.
"Fuck me good and hard Steve. I mean ram it in there."
He didn't need any encouragement. He went for it. He pounded my boy pussy so hard and long I thought I died and went to heaven. He pushed my legs back so my knees were touching the bed on either side of my head. God his cock was going in further with each push and I loved it, every inch of it.
"Fuck me stud."
"I'll fuck that boy pussy of yours good and hard."
He stopped and shot his load for so long I thought he was going to pass out. He leaned over and French kissed me when he was done. I liked the romantic touch. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist and held his hard cock in my ass. I didn't want to let it go, it felt too good and warm lodged inside me.
Finally, he deflated and popped out. He kissed me again and I thanked him for a job well done.
"Now I'm going to show you what this is for", Mike said holding the dildo, as he called it.
Steve climbed onto the bed and straddled my head with his knees. He took my ankles and held them over my head. Mike took the dildo and started moving it around my hole. I was moaning with anticipation. He eased it inside me and Steve pushed his half-hard dick in my mouth. Oh my god, it was wonderful. A dick in my mouth and the biggest dildo I had ever seen in my ass. It was heavenly.
The dildo was much larger than Mike or Steve's cock so Mike took it slow. I don't think he had to; it felt like it found it's home.
"Yeah, fuck me with that big cock."
"You want this big dildo up your ass?" Mike said.
"Oh yeah, fuck me good and hard with that big cock."
"You asked for it."
He shoved it all the way in with a good hard push and I gasped for air. He started twisting it in my ass as he pushed it in and out and I went nuts. I sucked on Steve's hard cock while Mike worked my ass over with the dildo. I thought I was in gay heaven. Every push of that huge cock into me made me harder and Mike knew it. It was going deeper every time he drove it home.
Steve's cock started to erupt in my mouth and it sent me over the edge. I emptied my cock onto my stomach as he pumped my mouth full of his load. It was the sweetest thing I ever experienced.
When it was over I told Mike to leave the dildo in my ass for a while and he smiled. The three of us lay on the bed kissing and feeling each other's body. I had my legs spread and my ass filled, it was nice.
"Now I understand why Dave stays so close to you."
I was feeling guilty as hell. I wasn't sure I would be worthy of Dave anymore. Just then, Dave walked in the bedroom and saw me lying there; freshly fucked with a big dildo stuck in my ass and basking in the arms of two hot guys. I was holding their cocks, one in each hand. The thought of it made me start crying and thrashing about in bed. I beat the mattress with my arms and kicked with my legs, my limbs were flailing in all directions.
I bolted upright in bed and looked around. I was sweaty and disoriented. I was in my room and the sun was shining in the window. I put my hands to my face and rubbed my eyes. What the hell was that? It wasn't a dream it was more like Fantasia in porno minor. I dried the sweat off my face with the sheet and noticed it was wet with cum. Man, the last thing I remember was lying on Dave's bed in the boat. How did I get home?
Man, I have to do what those Catholics do. I think they call it confession; but how could I tell anyone about my demented dream? Geez, it seemed so real. I had an idea I was a sicko but that was something else, good God.
How could I imagine something so perverted? Was that, in fact, what I really wanted? It was too disgusting to think about so I got up to take a leak. If I changed my venue then I could pretend it never happened, I could forget it, block it out.
"Val is that you?"
"Yeah Mom."
Sheesh, as real as that dream was it's nice to be back to real reality. Her voice was reassuring.
To Be Continued.
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