Chapter 7
I left Ross my beeper number, and was halfway to Mesa and a motel with a hot shower by the time he got home found it and got out of the canyon to call me. I knew it had to be him from the time of the call, and the prefix. I called him back on my car phone, and he answered on the first ring.
"Gerry, I was hoping you would still be here when I got home." His voice was a little sad.
"Sorry Ross. I really have got to stick to some sort of schedule, or my whole life will fall apart. The extra sleep was wonderful, and I'm eternally grateful..."
"But." He interrupted me. "It was fun while it lasted..."
"Hey. That's not fair. I left my beeper number didn't I?"
"Yeah. You're right. I'm sorry. It's just that I really like you and..."
"And you expect me to stay in your Shangra la for ever and ever."
"Well no, but."
"Look, I come through your area at least once a month, and sometimes more often than that. Believe me, you'll see me again sooner or later."
"Sooner I hope."
"Well listen, I've been thinking about something. Have you got any time off in the next week or two?"
"I could get it. What do you have in mind?"
"I've got to talk to a friend in Tucson to see if he's willing to let me use his place for what I have in mind. I'm thinking of throwing a special kind of party if you're interested in coming."
"I'm always interested in cuming." He chuckled.
"Ouch. I laid myself open for that one. Didn't I."
"Couldn't resist it."
"In any case, when I work out the details, I'll call you with the date and place."
"Sounds great buddy."
"Great, talk to you later bud." I stopped the call, and drove into the lot of my Mesa job. They had a minor problem mostly caused by an inexperienced kid inputting bad data. It took me twenty minutes to get the system back up in working order. It would have been ten minutes if the little fag who had fouled up the system hadn't been drooling all over every move I made. I hadn't taken the time to clean up before reporting to the job. He kept sniffing the smell of mansex on me and licking his lips.
After I finished the job, I stopped in the men's room to clean up a little. He followed me in and locked the door.
"Don't you think they'll notice the door's locked?"
"Oh who cares. Nothing but bitches here anyway. Nobody ever uses this toilet but me. All the executive guys have their own up stairs, and I'm the only guy down here in data entry."
"So what did you have in mind?"
"You smell so wicked, makes me hard as a rock. Can I blow you?"
"Buddy, you couldn't get my dick down your throat if you used vasaline."
"Oooo. Is it that big?" He stepped closer and put a hand on my basket.
"Look, I'm sorry, you may not care, but I do." I pushed his hand away. "Now get the hell away from me so I can get cleaned up." He backed away and shielded his face as if he thought I was going to hit him. I put a hand on his shoulder, and he winced.
"Say kid, cut the act. I'm not going to hurt you. I just don't like your style of approach." He opened his eyes and looked at me. "How old are you anyway?"
"I'm old enough."
"What? eighteen?"
"Yeah, I'm eighteen. So what?"
"So take it easy. You've got your whole life in front of you. You don't need to try to blow every man you run into in a toilet."
"I don't get any other chances. I've answered some ads in papers and magazines, but mostly it's real old guys that can't get it up anymore. Most of them just want to play with me, and won't even suck me off they're so afraid."
"Yeah, I know the type. I've always thought they were so fucking deep in the closet they're really straight." I was beginning to feel sorry for the kid. I looked him over. except for a few pimples, he wasn't hard on the eyes. A bit thin for my taste, and totally too fruity to suit me, but he was so earnest, he was getting to me.
"What time are you off work?" His eyes widened as he looked at me.
"I can leave any time. Because the computer was down, they didn't assign me anything to do except read the software documentation. Tre boring, nes pa?"
"Stick to English you're fruity enough with out adding French."
"Ooo. Do you like French?"
"And Greek. What about you?"
"Oh I'm a slut for everything."
"And you haven't found any men to take care of you?"
"Well, my mother's boyfriend fucks me when she's not around, but he's not my type. I used to have a friend my age that used to jerk off with me, but he wouldn't let me touch him at all, and after his mother caught us whacking off in her panty drawer, she won't let him see me anymore."
"Sounds like you've got problems."
"I do. Are you going to help me out?" He reached for my cock again.
"Not here I'm not." I told him to close up his shop and meet me around the corner. I had to finalize the job with the office manager before I could leave. I didn't want that nosy woman noticing he and I were leaving together.
He was gone out the door in a flash, and I finished washing up and strolled out to the office manager's desk. The kid was already gone. She signed off on my work order, and I told her the kid needed to get some intensive training, or they would have the same kind of problems again. She promised to make him hit the books, and I left the building.
The kid was being cute on the corner. when he saw me pull out of the parking lot, he stuck out his thumb and posed like Betty Grable with a hand on his nelly hip. I muttered under my breath, and pulled to the curb to let him get into the car.
"Where are we going?" He slid a hand into my lap and started feeling my cock through my pants.
"Cut it out. You want to get me busted?" He pulled his hand away and looked hurt. "I'm sorry kid. I don't even know your name, I pick you up on the corner, with you camping it up for everybody watching, and the first thing you do is grab my dick."
"Joe." He scrunched down in his seat, and shoved his hands in his pockets.
"I'm Gerry. I shouldn't be doing this, but I happen to like chicken." He looked at me with interest, forgetting his sulk.
"I like chicken too. Are you hungry?" I chuckled at his naivete. The kid didn't know much about his scene, only that he wanted it bad.
"Yeah, I am. You know a good place to eat?" He sat up in the seat and looked at me eagerly.
"What do you like? I'm starved."
"I like Mexican."
"I know a good place over on University it's cheap, but the food is good."
"Great, point the way." The place he took us to was a former fast food chain shop. I recognized the old style drive-in from its fading golden arches. The new owners had built an awning to break the sun, and had placed half a dozen picnic tables under the shade. We were the only customers, and sat at the cleanest table away from road noise, and ate our burritos and tacos. He'd ordered a giant soft drink that was too big for him to pick up with one hand. I had my usual black coffee. The kid was right, the woman I could see in the kitchen through the dusty glass wall, knew her stuff. I popped a jalapeno chili into my mouth, and chewed. Joe picked one up by it's stem and looked at it.
"Are they really hot?" I shrugged, and took another one off the foil and chewed it. He took a deep breath, and popped the whole pepper into his mouth like I had done. He chewed, and the color of his cheeks began to change. Sweat broke out on his forehead, but he continued to chew. He took it for as long as he could, before he swallowed. He tried to be nonchalant about picking up the big drink with both hands.
"Is it burning?" Tears were forming in his eyes and I stopped him from drinking. "Here." I picked up a packet of sugar from the little basket on the table. I tore it open and poured it into his hand. "Lick this, and hold it on your tongue until it dissolves." He did as he was told, and after a moment, his breathing began to return to normal.
"Thanks," he wiped his forehead with a napkin, and picked up his drink.
"Sugar neutralizes the oils. Liquid only spreads them."
"How do you eat them whole without dying?"
"I never thought about it much. I've always liked hot spicy things. It doesn't bother me."
"Well it bothers me."
"So don't make a fool of yourself. Learn what you can tolerate and don't go beyond that point."
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
"So tell me Joe, what's your story?"
"My story?"
"How did you get to be such a raving fag?" He looked at me with surprise on his face.
"You think I'm raving?"
"If you're not, you're not far from it kid. So what brought you out?"
"I don't know exactly. I think I've always been this way. I can't remember ever being interested in girls."
"When did you get started with gay sex?"
"Umm, I was thirteen or fourteen the first time."
"Did you initiate it, or did the guy?"
"I guess I did. I sat next to this older guy in the movie theater one Saturday, and noticed he was playing with himself under his coat which was folded in his lap. He kept looking at me, and I got the idea he wanted me to touch his dick, so I did. It felt so big it scared me. My little pecker was tiny compared to his. I don't think I'd ever seen a man's erection before. It excited me, and even though I was afraid, I wanted to touch it.'
`He raised his coat and showed it to me, and I reached over and took it with my hand. He moaned and grabbed my wrist. Before I knew what was happening, he'd cum all over himself and my hand. I was excited by feeling his cock shoot off while I was holding it so tight. I had only recently started to cum, and was still a little confused by it all. Anyway, he asked me to go down to the john in the basement and help him clean up.'
`When we got down stairs, he went into a stall and told me to come in and shut the door. I was afraid someone would come in and catch us, but he said that nobody but fags ever came down to the basement toilet.'
`He asked me to lick the cum off his pants and cock. I'd already licked it off my hand. While I was licking his cock clean, it started to get hard again, and before long I had it in my mouth sucking my first cock ever. He was so horny, he came again this time in my mouth. When I finished him, he pulled me up and undid my pants and gobbled my little dick. I don't think he had me in his mouth for more than twenty seconds before I creamed his tonsils. It was so fucking hot, I couldn't get it to go down.'
Finally the guy told me he had to get back to work. I told him I was still horny and I wanted him to suck me some more. He asked me to come to his apartment later that evening. When I got there, it turned out he had a friend visiting, and I thought nothing was going to happen because of this other guy. They were drinking Martinis, and offered me one. I'd never had hard liquor before, and it made me feel grown up. It wasn't long before they started talking about sex, and I could see their cocks were getting stiff in their pants, just like mine.'
Ralph, the guy who's apartment it was got up and put on a porn video. It showed these two kids about my age sucking each other off. I was watching the film, and noticed Ralph and the other guy who's name was Tom I think, had pulled their dicks out and were stroking them. I pulled mine out too and all three of us were sitting around choking our dicks and watching the video. The martini was making me drunk, but I didn't know it at the time. I was just feeling super sexy.'
Tom started asking me if I'd ever fucked anybody. He didn't just come out and say: have you ever fucked anybody,' he asked me if I knew what it felt like to have my dick inside a man's butt. Did I know what it felt like to shoot a load inside a guy; things like that. Well that only made me hotter. Finally, I asked him if I could fuck him. I was nervous, but he seemed willing to let me try out on his butt.'
`Both guys stood up and started to strip. I was a little unsteady from the Martini, but I shed my clothes too. We were all standing around naked, I didn't know what to do next, so Tom got down on his hands and knees in front of the TV screen. Ralph got some lube and a condom. He showed me how to to put the rubber on, and then showed me how to properly lube a guy's hole for fucking. I couldn't wait to try. I got into position, and Ralph helped put my dickhead into Tom's ass, and told me to push it all the way into him. I did as I was told, and felt Ralph behind me spreading my ass crack with his hands.'
`Ralph told me to go ahead and start fucking Tom's butt. He told me he was going to rim me while I fucked Tom. I didn't know what that was, but he soon had his tongue up my asshole, and I couldn't believe the sensations. I blew off real quick, but I was having so much fun, my dick wouldn't go down. I just kept fucking Tom just like I hadn't cum at all. Ralph was going to town on my asshole, and finally he decided he wanted to fuck me. He asked me if he could try, and I told him to go ahead, but it was the first time so he had to stop if it hurt.'
`He lubed me with a finger for a few minutes, while I was fucking Tom. He told me he was going to put a second finger into me to stretch my ass ring a little. The second one hurt a little, but he started to lick and suck my earlobe. It wasn't long before I forgot about the pain in my ass. He slipped a third finger into me without telling me, but it didn't cause as much pain as the two fingers had. He told me I was loose enough to take his cock. He put a rubber on with his free hand, and I felt his fingers slide out of me, and something bigger force its way in. I started to breathe harder, having a hard time catching my breath. He stayed where he was until I calmed down, and then slid his dick all the way into me with one hump. I think I screamed, because he clamped a hand over my mouth and started fucking me like a piston.'
`Tom wanted to see the action of me getting fucked by Ralph, and pulled my dick out of his butt. He took his dick and stuck it into my mouth and told me to start sucking. I was dizzy from the Martini, and my head just wobbled all over the place, but I sucked him the best I could. It must have been good enough, because he shot his wad in my mouth and and then got on his back and scooted under me and took my dick in his mouth. I must have been ready, because I creamed his tonsils right away, and then felt Ralph start to shoot off in my butt.'
`I saw those guys for a long time, maybe two years or so, at least once a week and sometimes more. They made some hot videos of me fucking them sucking them and getting done by both of them at the same time. I guess I miss them. We had lots of good times."
"What happened? Why don't you still see them?"
"Well, Tom got busted for enticing a kid to get into his car at a school yard. Some teacher saw it happen, and called the cops. He didn't get two blocks away before they stopped him. The poor sucker already had his hard dick out, and was trying to get the kid to touch him when the cops got him. Well they busted Ralph too when they searched the apartment and found all those videos of both of them having sex with at least a dozen kids from around town. The cops said they were selling the videos to other men around the country. Maybe so, but they treated me nice. Better than my mom's butt fucking boyfriend."
"What's the story about him?" He took a long pull from his soda and looked across the street where a woman was walking a tiny dust mop of a dog.
"Hey, look at that funny little dog." I glanced at the dog, and then back to his face. What I saw was just possibly the purest form of hate a man is capable of.
"Does he hurt you Joe?" I put a hand over his and looked into his eyes. He was still watching the dog, but I could see moisture rising, and his chin was trembling. Finally, he got control of himself, and with a loud sniff, turned his head and looked into my eyes.
"The bastard rapes me all the time." He wiped his nose with the back of his hand.
"Did you tell anybody?"
"Nah, nobody would do anything. My mom's planning to marry him in a few months. She doesn't want to hear her lover rapes her son on a regular basis."
"We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." I patted his hand.
"Actually I want to talk about it. No one knows about it but me and him. He's threatened to take me out in the desert and kill me if I tell anyone. But I want to tell you."
"O.K. so tell me then." I took a sip of my coffee, and put my elbows on the table.
"The first time, he came over to fix something that was broken in the house; plumbing or something. My mom was at work, and I didn't know he was coming over. I'd been home from school,about thirty minutes and was laying on my bed naked jerking off with a magazine Tom and Ralph had given me. The cover had a picture of two guys fucking, and the guy being fucked was jerking a monster cock, and he was just shooting his wad. I was so into what I was doing, I didn't hear him come in, and with wall to wall carpeting, I don't know how long he'd been standing in the hall watching me.'
He had his boner out and was stroking it when I noticed him. I threw the magazine off the bed, hoping he hadn't seen the cover, and asked him what he wanted. He came into my room and climbed onto my bed and swallowed my dick. He sucked me for a minute, then made me get into a sixty-nine with him. He shoved his cock down my throat until I was gaging, and told me to get it good and wet because he was going to fuck me with it. I started to get scared. I had been mad, but the way he was treating me was scary.
`He flipped me over, and put his dick head in my ass, and grabbed my hips and pulled my butt onto his hardon. I started screaming from the pain, but he put his hands on my neck and said if I didn't shut up he'd choke me to death. He fucked me until he came and didn't even use a rubber. He told me if I ever told anyone about it he'd dump my body where the only ones to find it would be the buzzards.'
`He does me when ever he catches me alone, but someday I'll get even. I plan on killing the mutherfucker."
"Don't do that Joe, you'll just pay the rest of your life for something that's easily handled."
"How? My mom won't believe me if I tell her. She knows I don't like him, so she'll just think I'm trying to queer her relationship."
"I think I have an idea for a plan might put a stop to him raping you. Take my beeper number, and I want you to gather some information for me." I took a napkin from the holder on the table, and wrote out a list of things I would need from him. He read it over and said it was easy. In the car with him again, I asked him where I could drop him. He set up a protest so loud, I finally agreed to let him come to my room.
I dropped him off around the corner from the motel I usually stayed in, and told him to watch what room they gave me and to come up quietly after I was inside for five minutes. I checked in and parked my car. I gathered my travel necessities from the trunk, and climbed the stairs to my room. He didn't wait the five minutes before tapping on my door.
I let him in and he went straight to the bed and started stripping his clothes off. I watched him go about this until he was down to his Marky Mark shorts which were tented by what must have been at least eight inches of dick. I couldn't resist his brashness, and I felt my own third leg begin to thicken between my legs.
He stood up and pushed his boxers off his nonexistent hips and let his boner flip up against his super flat stomach. The head came up all the way to his belly button. He stepped over to where I was standing watching his strip, and began tugging at my t shirt. I leaned down and kissed him on the lips. He pulled back and looked at me.
"Wow, he said, nobody's ever kissed me before." He then proceeded to clean my tonsils with his tongue for several minutes. By the time we broke it off, he was trembling in my arms. He finished pulling my shirt over my head, and spent some time sucking and nibbling on my nipples. I must admit the kid was into his scene. This was no act, he was hungry in more ways than one.
I unbuckled my belt, and pulled my jeans down. My rampant dick came flopping out into his hand. I hobbled to the edge of the bed, and asked him to pull my boots off. He had me naked as he was in a few seconds.
"Ooo man, what a body. He was rolling on me like a puppy playing with a new toy. First he'd nip a tit, then suck a nut, then pull the hair on my chest with his lips. It didn't take him long to end up in a sixty-nine with me on the bottom being fed his hefty cock an inch at a time while he was doing the same to mine. The kid was good at his chosen lifestyle. Once he got to be of age, he'd make out all right. He'd have to beat fags off with a stick.
He wanted me to fuck him, so we prepared him with lube, and I had him sit on me while I was stretched out under him. I could see his face that way, and we could play with each other's tits. He loved it, I could barely keep my cock inside him he was so wild humping my dick. After about fifteen minutes, he grabbed my nipples in his fists and squeezed hard. His balls pulled up against his cock, and I was drenched by shot after shot of his steamy cum. When he tightened up his ass ring, it brought me to the edge, and I filled my rubber with a healthy load as well.
We gradually subsided into normal breathing, and he leaned down and kissed me gently on the eyes. When he did, my softening cock oozed out of his well fucked butt.
"Thank you Gerry." His earnestness was touching.
"I should be thanking you Joe."
"For what?" He nuzzled my ear, and slid around on the cum slick he'd deposited on my chest.
"For one of the best fucks I've ever had." It was not far from the truth. The kid had put everything he had into it.
"Really?" He seemed very happy that I thought he was a good fuck.
"Really. I wouldn't shit you about something like that."
"Gosh, Nobody ever told me I was a good fuck before."
"Not even Tom or Ralph?"
"No. They just told me what to do to them so they could get off. I guess I owe them a lot for my training."
"I guess you do. But I suspect you bring alot of your own enthusiasm to the game, which is what makes it so good for your partner."
"Well, I sure liked having your big dong in my butt. It felt like heaven. Hey, listen, I've got to go. Some of my friends want to go out for pizza. You want to come?"
"I don't think so, I'd be out of place. An adult in a crowd of teens. Thanks any way."
"The guys would really dig you. They'd look up to you Gerry. Most of them are from broken homes like me. Why don't you come?"
"I've got a lot of business to catch up on Joe. I don't have a permanent place to live, so I do my living on the phone. I've gotta lot of calls to make before I sleep tonight." My beeper had registered thirty-four calls when I had last checked it just before he'd knocked on my door.
"So get dressed now, shower if you want, but I've got work to do." He bent and kissed me again, and started pulling his Boxers on over his semi-erect cock.
"You know, I like kissing you. And I like having the smell of our sex on my body. I don't think I'll shower for a week." I laughed at him.
"What will your friends think when they smell mansex all over you?"
"They'll think I've been fucked again. They smell it on me all the time. I think some of them are getting horny enough to ask me to do it with them."
"They know you're gay?"
"Of course, you think I can hide my queerness from my friends?" I laughed again, and he camped around the room, trying to pull his pants on. He came back and stood in front of me and took my face in his hands. He looked into my eyes and I into his.
"Call my beeper tomorrow, Saturday, and be at a phone where we can talk. I'll need all the information I asked you to get by then. Can you do it?"
"Do I get bare and swish in the woods?"
"Oh Puleeze. Just get out of here." He kissed me on the cheek and laughed. He finished tying his shoe laces, and skipped over to the door. He looked back and smiled at me then was gone closing the door behind him.
I stood up and stretched my body, scratched my nuts, and headed for the bathroom. A shower was in order, then I had to start in on the pile of calls on the beeper. I picked it up and glanced at it again. Thirty-eight now. Well, it was Friday night, the natives were restless, but then weren't they always.