The Athletic Supporter

The Athletic Supporter CH 7

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~The Athletic Supporter~
Chapter 7

by: Kewl Dad

 Every beginning comes from some other ending

The days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and soon Ricky and I had been together a year. On the anniversary of our meeting, we celebrated by going out to dinner and a movie. Of course we couldn't tell anyone except Mikey about our special day, but he thought it was very sweet. He and Tony continued to mess around, but Mikey confessed that the relationship was really more about sex than love.

Since it was a school night, Ricky couldn't sleepover, but we managed to find time between dinner and the movie to do some loving. It was a quickie, but it wasn't like we didn't have lots of opportunities to get naked together. 

The next day at work when Ricky showed up, I was waiting for him in the office. Leroy and Joan were already gone for the day, and I was alone there.

"Hey, how was your day at school?" I asked giving Ricky an affectionate but clandestine pat on the rear.

"Okay I guess, man I wish I had a car though," he groused.

"Maybe for your birthday," I offered, but I knew more than I was saying. In fact his dad had approached me recently to discuss just this subject. My job was to find out what kind of car Ricky wanted.

"Ugh...I need it now," he moaned, "having to depend on other people for a ride is a bitch."

"I know, I know. Let me ask you this though. If you could go out right now and buy any car, what would it be?"

"That's easy, a Mustang, preferably a convertible, a '64 or '65." he said getting a dreamy look in his eyes.

"Color?" I laughed.

"Huh, red or blue, I don't really care," he said giving me a strange look, "Why? You gonna go buy me one?"

"Yeah, sure...I'm so rich," I said rolling my eyes, "I can barely afford the payments on my own car."

"Aww, really...I could give you some of my pay," he offered sincerely, "or start paying sometimes when we go out."

"Oh babe, I was kidding. I'm fine, but thanks for offering. I guess I'm old fashioned, but I believe the older guy should do the paying."

"Hmm," he said bumping hips with me and causing a tingle, "I guess I better get to the Post Office."

I'd already entered the two packages in the mailing book, and when Ricky gathered them up I walked him to the back door. Once we were in the back room and away from prying eyes, I grabbed Ricky and kissed him deeply.

"Whew, what was that for?" he said when I pulled away.

"Cause I wuv you," I said grinning.

"I love you too, but I need to go," he laughed.

"So go, who's holding you back?" I said pushing him toward the door, my hands on his firm soft butt.

"Okay, okay, I'm gone."

When he'd gone, I returned to the office and sat down, content to do nothing for a change. When he came back he began his regular chores and I didn't see much of him for the next hour or so. When he came in to sweep the office I got up and rolled my chair out of the way so he could sweep under the desk and we talked a little.

"Last night was nice," I said smiling, "it's hard to believe it's been a whole year."

"Yeah, who knew it would last that long," he teased.

"Oh, were you predicting we wouldn't last?" I teased back. No way was I worried  he was serious.

"No silly...I'm hoping we last forever...but, there is one thing that has me worried."

"Oh yeah, is it something we need to talk about?"

"Yeah, but not now, after work, okay?"

"Sure," I said, and then he was gone, leaving me to wonder what was on his mind.

I couldn't help but wonder what Ricky wanted to talk to me about, but I soon got busy and forgot about it. At closing time we headed to my apartment as usual, but I didn't bring up the subject till we were inside.

I offered him a soda, but he said he was okay, though I did get one for myself. I took a drink and offered him one, and even though he'd said he wasn't thirsty, he accepted the bottle and took a big gulp of Mt. Dew.

"So, what's on  your mind babe?" I said putting my arm around him as we sat on the couch.

"Well, you know...my folks are really planning on me going to college, I'll be 17 soon...and there will only be one more year of school."

"Yeah, so?" I said, still not getting his point.

He looked at me like I was simple, and frowned, "If I got away to college, what happens to us then?"

"Oh, okay...I get it now," I said taking another swig of pop, "well, do you know where you'll be going yet?"

"No, but the schools I'm considering are kinda far away...like over a  hundred miles, but they're all in the state....so far."

"Well, I can't say I haven't thought about this a few times, but you know what? That's a long way off and lots can happen before that time comes. I've considered a few possibilities, like changing jobs and moving to wherever you wind up, but it all really depends on how things are with us at that time."

Ricky started to protest, but I stopped him by placing my hand over his sweet lips, "Hold on, let me explain. He nodded and I removed my hand and went on, "I know how you feel right now, and I know how I feel, but trust me as you get older your feelings may change. It doesn't mean that what you feel right now is wrong our that it isn't real, but you're only 17 years old. I can tell you that when I was your age, I was nowhere as mature as you are. That's one of the first things I noticed about you when we started dating, that, and how sweet natured you are, but things change, people change. So, what I'm saying is...let's not worry about the future right now, let's just concentrate on now...okay?"

"I'll always love you," he insisted, "but okay...I won't worry about it...for now."

"Good, now then, how about we get naked and have a little fun before I take you home?"

************

In March Ricky and his family surprised me with a birthday party again, and this time Max took us all to a nice restaurant. The waiter even came out with a cake, and he and the other staff sang happy birthday along with Ricky and his family.

Back at Ricky's house, there were gifts to open and we sat around and talked till it was time for me to go home. Mikey and Ricky walked me to my car that night, and after giving me a big hug, Mikey looked at us and grinned.

"It's okay if you wanna kiss him," he said to Ricky, "it's his birthday after all."

So we kissed right there in the drive, but fortunately it was dark and no one else was around. When I broke the kiss I grabbed Mikey and kissed him on the cheek and he giggled and ran off, but I think he liked it. He was a sweet little guy, and though I wasn't sure if he was like his big brother  yet, he certainly seemed to be headed that way.

Ricky didn't bring up the college thing again, but now that he'd thrown that out there, it was hard not to dwell on it sometimes, especially when I was alone. I loved my job, but I loved Ricky more, and if it meant giving up my job and moving on, so be it. After all, as long as Leroy was around there was no room to move up in this store, and all the other stores were in little podunk towns smaller than my own. No, if and when the time came, I was pretty sure I could pull up roots and move on if that's what it meant to be with Ricky.

Of course there was the other side of the coin that I couldn't ignore. What if we didn't last? What if for some reason Ricky decided to move on without me, our met someone else? It hurt to think about, but I knew it was a real possibility. I tried not to dwell on it, but it was ever present in my mind.

In April Ricky's dad Max approached me about the car he was planning on buying for Ricky. He'd found a very nice '65 Mustang convertible,  and wanted me to go with him to check it out. The hard part was getting away from Ricky long enough to do that, but fortunately I came up with a plan.

One afternoon at work, a few days before Ricky's birthday, I managed to slip away while he was doing his chores. Max had the car parked on the side street as planned and he was sitting in the passenger's seat waiting for me. I hopped in and took it for a short drive and I fell in love with the sweet little red convertible.

"Oh man, Max, I wish it was my birthday," I teased, "Ricky is gonna love this baby. It's perfect. Where did you find one in such good shape?"

"A friend of mine owns a car dealership and he took it in as trade. He was going to buy it himself, but when I told him it was for Ricky he agreed to sell it to me at book value."

"It's perfect," I said, "but how are you gonna hide it till his party?"

"My friend is going to hold it till then, but I'm gonna need your help. I want you to come late to the party and pick up the car, drive up out front and honk."

"Oh man, that will be perfect," I said grinning, "just let me know where to pick it up."

"We'll talk again before then, right now you need to get inside, and I need to get the car back before the dealership closes."

I hopped out and gave the car a good looking over before moving to the sidewalk, "Not a scratch on it," I said beaming, "let's hope he can keep it that way."

Max laughed, "I'm sure he will. He hasn't wrecked your car or mine, so that's encouraging."

"Okay, well...I'll talk to you soon then," I said, "thanks for including me in the surprise."

"Are you kidding? We wouldn't have it any other way. I'll call you tomorrow night and we'll finalized the plan, okay?"

"Yeah, see ya later Max."

"Bye Rob, and thanks."

I waved as he drove off, and I went back in the back door, and fortunately no one seemed to have missed me. I finished up my work and sat in the office till closing time, then did the book work and we headed out. 

At my apartment, Ricky and I sat on the sofa and necked, but that was the extent of it. I'm not saying the thrill of sex had worn off, but we weren't nearly as needy as we were in the early stages of our love affair. Sometimes we just enjoyed spending time alone together, and it didn't always end up with us between the sheets.

We talked about his birthday and he tried to get me to tell him what his folks were getting him, but I just laughed and shook my head.

"You'll see. I'm pretty sure you'll like, but who knows," I teased.

"What are you getting me?"

"Nothing, I'm broke," I joked.

"Oh, that's fine. I don't kneed anything..."

"I'm teasing, I've had your gift bought for a couple of weeks now. In fact, I bought it the day after my birthday party."

"When, where was I?"

I laughed, "You're not always with me you know, like when I take a crap. You're in school a lot too mister. I do come and go when you're cracking the books."

"Oh, yeah...and you're right there downtown so you can go shopping any time."

"I think you'll like it, and that's all I can tell you for now."

"Okay, I won't nag. I just wish I knew if mom and dad were getting me a car?"

"A car?" I said acting surprised, "that's a pretty big gift, don't you think?"

"Yeah, but they promised me one...when I got my license."

"Well, we'll see I guess. Rich people," I huffed, "I had to buy my own car."

"Aww...we're not rich," he pouted, "but dad does okay."

"I know, I'm teasing. You ready to head home?"

"I guess, but...will you stay for dinner?"

"I can't tonight, got things to do buddy. How about tomorrow?"

"Okay, I guess that's okay."

I tossed him the keys and we went downstairs and climbed in my car, and soon we were on our way. He took the long way, as usual, but eventually we wound up in his driveway. For once Mikey didn't run out to greet us, and after moving to the driver's seat I waved goodbye and returned to my apartment.

Around 9, Max called me and we worked out the details with the car and we talked for a bit, then I took a shower and headed to bed. I was horny after my shower, and since Ricky and I hadn't had sex that day I had to settle for jerking off. Actually, it felt pretty good and I came very hard, filling my sweat sock with my pent up cum, and after cleaning up a bit I fell asleep quickly.

************

That Saturday evening I took Ricky home right after work, then despite his protests, I drove back home. I changed quickly and grabbed Ricky's gift then drove to the car dealership. Fortunately, there was off site parking nearby so I'd be able to pick up my car later, and after parking I walked over to the main building and asked for Max's friend by name.

His name was Fred Myers and he looked to be about Max's age, but that was all they had in common. Where Max was handsome and well built, Fred had a fat red face and was carrying about 50 extra pounds. The sport coat he wore barely buttoned, and his legs filled his pants out to the point that the seams looked ready to burst.

He seemed nice though, and took me to the car immediately. "We detailed it, inside and out, and even put a coat of wax on it. Ricky is gonna love this little car," he said as if he knew Ricky personally, and maybe he did.

"I know," I enthused, "I hope he lets me drive it once in a while."

"Oh, I'm sure he will. Ricky is a good kid. I've known his folks forever, and they have great kids, both of em."

"Yeah, I agree. Well, I really should get going. I'm already late for the party, but that's the way we planned it."

"Yeah, Max told me the plan. Well, here's both sets of keys, enjoy. I'm sure it will be awhile before Ricky gives up the wheel to anyone," he laughed.

I got in and started the car and it purred like a kitten. I noticed the gas guage was on full, and I thanked Fred then drove off. This was one sweet ride, and I decided to take the long way to Ricky's house and pulled out onto the highway. At Main Street I turned right, drove through town and circled the Sonic, getting all kinds of interested looks, then finally headed to Ricky's house near the park.

There were a couple of other cars there, but Max had managed to keep a spot clear in the double drive, and I parked there and tooted the horn as planned. After a couple of minutes of honking, the door finally pushed open, but it was Mikey who was in the lead, followed closely by Ricky and a gush of people.

Mikey screeched to a halt, then Ricky arrived and he was speechless at first.

"Happy Birthday Son," Max said upon arrival, "I hope it's the right color, if not blame Rob," he teased.

"It, it's perfect," he gushed, then to me, "you knew all along, didn't you?" 

"Well, shucks...yeah...I knew, but wasn't it worth the wait? And you were surprised, right?"

"I knew something was up when you didn't stay earlier. I was sorta upset at first, but dad said you had something you had to do, now I see what it was," he laughed.

"Well, let me out and you can take it for a spin," I said reaching for the door handle.

I helped Mikey into the small back seat, then walked to the passenger's side and climbed in, and by then Ricky was raring to go. Then suddenly he threw open the door, jumped out of the car and ran to his folks to hug them tight and thank them. 

He returned quickly and backed out carefully, then drove through the park. At the corner, he turned right and drove up Park Street till we reached the highway, turned South and took us out of town so he could give it the gun.

He was all smiles as he drove his shiny new car, and I felt almost as happy as if it were mine. I had wondered if his having his own car would effect our relationship, but I reasoned that the main change would be that now he'd want to use his car when we went places. 

I finally convinced him we should head back to his house and he reluctantly agreed. All the while Mikey had been whooping and hollering in the back seat and asking Ricky to go faster as the wind whistled through his hair. 

Back at Ricky's house, we joined the others for the party, but unlike last year it was more subdued.  I guess 17 year old kids weren't as keen on games, and were content to just hang out and visit. When it came time to open the presents, I did as I had done the year before and held mine back till last. 

Ricky got a lot of  nice gifts, but nothing of course could compare to the one sitting in the driveway. I finally handed Ricky my neatly wrapped gift and he looked up at me and smiled. It was risky, giving a gift like this, but by now I was sure Ricky's folks knew that Ricky and I were more than just friends, and as for the others there, let them guess.

He tore into the package and opened the box with shaky hands, then just sat there staring at what was inside. At first I thought maybe he didn't like it, or thought it was inappropriate for me to give it in front of everyone, then he picked up the silver necklace and just held it for everyone to see.

"You remembered," he said for everyone else's benefits, "I told Rob I'd been wanting one of these," he added, and I mentally applauded him on his quick thinking, "Thanks Rob, thanks a lot. Mom, can you help me put it on.

Next, we had cake and ice cream and when Ricky blew out the candles and made his wish I hoped it was a good one. Soon we were all busy shoveling down cake and ice cream, but somehow Ricky and I managed to steal a moment away from everyone.

"I love it," Ricky said touching the necklace with his hand, "I wish I had thought of giving you one on your birthday."

"It's okay, I love the watch you gave me. I've never had a watch this nice before," I said holding up my wrist to display the Seiko he'd bought me, with his own money."

"I wish it was just you and me right now," he said giving me a lustful look.

"Later," I chuckled, "we have the whole night, if I can keep you out of your new car long enough."

"Aww...we'll only drive around for a while. Hey, where's your car anyway?"

"At the dealer on Mill Street. You can drive me there to pick it up later."

Some of Ricky's school chums caught up with us then, and I managed to slip away to talk to Ricky's folks. They thanked me again for helping them pull off the surprise, and assured them I wouldn't have missed that look on his face for anything in the world.

"That necklace must've been pretty expensive," Ricky's mom said, "I know jewelry, and that's sterling silver."

"I have a friend in the business," I said quickly, "so if you ever need a deal, just let me know."

"You hear that dear," she said to Max, "our anniversary is coming up..."

"Oh, when?" I asked then, and we were off on another tangent.

The party was a huge success, and when we finally left around 9 everyone had gone. Mikey walked us to the car and grumbled about how he wished he could go with us, but I told him we'd make it up to him tomorrow and he seemed satisfied.

Ricky dropped me off to pick up my car, then we met back at my apartment and I got in his car, and we drove around till around 10:30 or so. Every eye on the strip was on Ricky's shiny new ride, and I bet more than one girl was wishing she was riding with him that night. If he'd been straight, that car would have been a real pussy magnet, but as it was, the front seat was already filled with his 20 year old boyfriend. 

That night at my apartment was pure Heaven. As soon as we were in the door we started stripping off, then jumped in the shower and washed each other before drying off and heading to my bed. We fell into bed kissing and pressing together in all the right places as our heat built. 

Eventually, I pushed Ricky on his back and worked my way down his body to his feet. I licked his ankle as I held his ankle bracelet, the symbol of our love, then began licking and sucking his foot, ending with his toes. I worshiped both feet for a long time, then had this devilish idea.

Why this particular perversion had never occurred to me I didn't know, but that night when the idea entered my head, my cock throbbed in anticipation. Grabbing a bottle of lotion (our new preferred lube), I began greasing up the bottom of Ricky's feet. He looked down at me and purred, enjoying the attention, but he was still oblivious to my true intention.

Without a word, I stood and grabbed Ricky's feet in my hands, and moving closer I placed them around my wet leaking cock and began using them to masturbate with.

"What are you doing?" he laughed, then looking down he gasped, "Oh, that looks hot, how does it feel?"

"Wonderful," I gasped, "better than jacking off, almost as good as fucking. A foot job," I added laughing.

"Oh man, I gotta try it when you're done."

"Okay," I moaned, "I'm not gonna last long, your feet are so soft and sexy."

I was right, I didn't last long, and when I came I made sure to coat his feet with my sticky goo. After wiping my dick clean on his feet, I pulled back, then began licking the cum off his feet.

"Oh shit," he gasped as he reached for his own cock.

"No, don't...save it," I scolded, "I'm almost done."

"I know, I know," he said moving his hand away.

I finished licking Ricky's feet clean, then crawled up on the bed and kissed him deeply, sharing a little of my tasty cum with him. 

"That was rad," Ricky said, "what made you think of that?"

"I don't know, I just got a look at your sexy feet and it came to me suddenly. Frankly, I can't believe I've never thought of it before. Now that I know how good it feels, you can count on it happening again."

"Okay, my turn," Ricky said sliding down till he was standing at the end of the bed.

He picked up one of my feet and sniffed it playfully, then began gnawing on my heel, causing me to giggle and jerk my foot back.

"No biting rover," I scolded, "play nice or I won't let you fuck my piggies."

"Okay," he said as he began massaging my other foot and eventually licking the sole and sucking my toes.

After a few minutes of this, he grabbed the lotion and began greasing up my feet as I had his, and I could see the excitement building in his face. I raised up and watched as he positioned himself, and when I saw him slide his pecker between my feet, my own pecker began to rise again.

He looked so damned sexy standing there, sliding his hot hard dick between my feet, and I couldn't help but feel a little emotional. It felt so good to know I was bringing him such pleasure with such a simple act as this, that I wanted to cry.

He held a foot in each hand, but instead of moving my feet to masturbate him as I had, he held my feet still and began fucking the soles. It looked so hot, seeing his dick appear, then disappear and I couldn't keep my hands off my own leaking dick.

Suddenly he threw his head back and really began to move fast, his dick rubbing against my feet so fast I could feel the  heat building up. But fortunately before my foot or his pecker burst into flames, he began to shoot his hot teenage cum onto my feet, legs, and thighs.

"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he groaned, "Oh...My...God...that felt soooo good."

"Rapist," I joked, "my poor feet are not virgins anymore."

"Uh, you started it," he said, then bent down to lick my foot as clean as he could. Then grabbing a towel from the stash by the bed, he began to clean up the rest of the mess. 

Afterwards, he lay down beside me and snuggled into my side, "You know, I  used to think there was only one way to have sex, but you just keep showing me other ways to have fun."

"Yeah, you'll be very experienced when you go off to college," I said before thinking.

"What do you mean? Have you changed your mind about us staying together?"

"No, of course not, I was teasing. Calm down Ricky, I'm yours for as long as you want me."

"Then forever," he said stubbornly, then leaning in, he kissed me wetly and began to make his way down my body till he got to my aching pecker.

As his lips surrounded my hardness I relaxed into his care and closed my eyes. What a great way to end a perfect day.

"Happy Birthday baby," I sighed.

************

Summer finally came and Ricky worked more or less full time at the store, and we were together almost every waking hour now. When we weren't working, we were at my apartment or his house, or driving around in his shiny red Mustang convertible. He loved the car almost as much as me, and we seldom took my car anywhere these days.

When school started back up in September, we went back to the old routine, and though we weren't together quite as much, we didn't feel deprived. The Holidays were approaching fast, and we were both looking forward to spending them together.

Thanksgiving I went to my mom's house, but I couldn't wait to get out of there and over to Ricky's to visit with my other family. I was always greeted with open arms by Ricky's family, including Mikey, and of course Ricky lived and breathed to see me.

I  had  Thanksgiving leftovers with the Williams family and I stayed quite late. We felt it was too much to ask for Ricky to spend the night, and anyway I had to be at work bright and early the next morning. We were opening an hour earlier, 8 am, for the official first day of Christmas shopping, and I wasn't looking forward to it. Ricky however didn't have to be in till noon, so he would be able to sleep late.

At the car as we said our good nights, Ricky leaned in and kissed me quickly and took my hand in his, "Thanks for coming over. I missed you today."

"I had to show up at my mom's or they'd never forgive me."

"I know, and I don't want to ever keep you from your family. This was nice. Have you given any thought to what we'll do at Christmas."

"Yep, but we'll need to work it out with your folks. I was thinking maybe you could spend Christmas Eve with me like you did last  year. Then Christmas day I'll go to my folks, and swing by your place afterwards."

"I like that, but I was hoping maybe..." he said blushing a little, "that I could finally meet your mom and grandparents."

"Oh, well..." I said, completely taken off guard, "are you sure you want to?" 

"Yeah, why wouldn't I? They must be great people if they raised a nice boy like you."

I laughed, "Well, of course they don't know exactly what they raised. They still think I just haven't met the right girl yet."

"Oh, yeah...I think that's what my folks think too." 

The tone of his voice changed and I wondered if this was another issue we needed to deal with.

"So, have you considered dating...just to throw them off the trail?'

"Nah, not really, but Russell is always bugging me about going on a double date or hanging out with this group of boys and girls he knows."

"I think you should," I said sincerely, "look, I promise I won't be jealous, and if it makes things easier at home and with your friends, it might be worth it."

"I dunno, I don't want to lead some girl on or cause her to fall in love with me or something."

I chuckled, "Well, you are pretty irresistible, but you don't have to date the same girl more than once. Cute guy like you could probably have his choice of girls...and boys," I chuckled, "if you just know who they were."

"There's only one boy for me," he said kissing me again.

"You better stop, or I'll shove you in the car and kidnap you," I teased.

"I could ask..."

"Nah, you're already coming over tomorrow, let's not stretch our luck."

"Okay," he sighed.

"And give what I said some thought. If we're going to pull this thing off much longer we may need some camouflage," I laughed.

"Okay, I'll think about it, but I don't have to like it."

We said our good nights, and he lingered in the drive till I was out of sight. I missed him before I was half a block away, and I was counting the minutes till I saw him again.

***********

Christmas that year was the best ever, and while Ricky was on break I managed to get a few days off from work and we took a road trip to Tulsa and stayed in a motel two nights. We shopped, and checked out the museums (who knew there were so many), and at night we'd have dinner, then retire to our motel room and make love till way into the morning.

I was surprised at how easily Ricky's folks accepted our plans, but I guess I really shouldn't have been. After all, they'd shown me time and time again that they trusted me, and treated me like a third son. Sometimes I felt a little guilty considering I was having sex with their oldest son, and had even encouraged their younger son to commit sex acts with Tony, but then I thought about the love Ricky and I shared, and it all seemed justified.

I did finally introduce Ricky to my folks, and their reaction was nothing like I expected. I guess it just goes to show how sweet and lovable Ricky is, because everyone took to him right away. Even my mom, who could be very catty when it came to my friends, treated him like a long lost son, and I wondered if she was finally mellowing out, or if it was just Ricky's effect on people.

New Year's Eve we spent at Ricky's house, and his folks even let the younger boys have a small glass of Champagne to toast in the New Year. We watched the ball drop, and the Williams kissed, and Ricky, Mikey and I did a three way hug. Of course I really wanted to kiss Ricky, but I knew there'd be time for that later, because Ricky was coming home with me. 

Looking back at all the times Ricky spent the night at my apartment, I have to wonder, were his folks really that naive, or did they see and approve of the true nature of our relationship? I think that's why it was so easy to get past any guilt I felt. I had convinced myself that they were hip to our scene and gave it their blessing.

Mikey was growing up fast and he looked more like his older brother every day. He had the same sweet personality as well, and had tons of friends, but he still hung out a lot with Tony. I assumed it was the friends with benefits thing, but it was really much more than that, they were kindred souls in so many ways.

Speaking of Tony, he had come out of his cocoon and was a real fox now. His body had filled out and he'd started wearing his hair longer. His dark eyes were mesmerizing and his pouty looked kissable and it didn't take much imagination to think of other things they'd be good at.

1973 debuted without much fanfare in our little world, but it would be a year of change, and though we didn't know it then, the beginning of the end for us.

Aerosmith released their first album, Elvis' concert in Hawaii was broadcast around the world and drew in more viewers than the moon landing. The Vietnam war was winding down, and in May the protesters at Wounded knee surrendered. Sky lab was launched, and in June the famous Watergate scandal went down.

Little changed for guys like me though. Being gay was still considered a disease, and in our state sodomy was actually a criminal offense that could lead to jail time. It was that year however, that I discovered there was a whole other world of guys like me, only a short drive away. That was the year I discovered gay culture in the big city.

I'd been to Tulsa many times, including several times with Ricky, but that day my perception of the city and the world changed. I was actually delivering some goods to our store in Broken Arrow, a suburb of Tulsa, and afterwards I decided to drive around and explore some before heading home.

I'd been to Mohawk Park before, once with Ricky to the zoo there, but until that day I never knew what else went on there. As it turned out I would get a real education that day. 

Back then there were several roads winding around the park, and I noticed there was a steady stream of traffic along them. There was a large covered picnic shelter with bathrooms along the way, and after driving around a while I decided I'd stop and take a pee.

I noticed there was another car parked along the circular drive next to the shelter, but I couldn't see anyone from my car. I parked behind the car and walked up to the shelter, and once I was there I saw a man standing against the wall looking out at the road. 

The covered shelter was large, with a built in fireplace, picnic tables, and was surrounded by a three foot high rock wall with an opening in front and in back. At first I didn't see the guy, but he must've heard me approach and turned to look my way, and when I caught a glimpse of his movement I saw him. 

He was maybe 30 or so, slender, but not skinny, wearing jeans and a light weight jacket. He had shoulder length hair, which was the fashion back then, and appeared to be handsome from where I stood. I nodded at him and he smiled, but neither of us spoke. 

The men's bathroom was on the back side of the shelter and I pushed open the green metal door and stepped inside. I was assaulted by the usual odors, but it was fairly clean for such a rustic location. There were two stalls, a urinal and a sink, and at that moment the only light came in from windows set high in the wall  to my right.

I chose one of the stalls and latched the door, and the first thing I noticed was all the graffiti on the painted wooden walls. Things like, Suck or Fuck...leave time and date, drawings of penises, phone numbers, and all manner of sexual invitations and references.

"Wow," I muttered to myself, finally remembering why I was there and unzipping my jeans.

It was about then that I heard the door open and footsteps. Then I heard the door to the stall next door close with a bang and the unmistakable sound of the latch being thrown. I'd finally managed to get a stream started and was more or less staring straight ahead when movement to my right caught my eye.

It took me a moment to realize what I was seeing, then I was completely flabbergasted. Through a hole I hadn't noticed before, a finger was poking out and wiggling around to get my attention. A hole in the wall, a finger, what did it mean?

Then I read the words above the hole, and I finally understood. The Words Glory Hole were written in thick black letters, and below instructions: Stick dick in hole get sucked.

Was this for real? I wondered, I was gay, but I was naive in some ways. I had no idea what a Glory Hole was till that day, and the concept of there being other guys like me that enjoyed sucking dick was...well, almost unthinkable. Of course I'd found Ricky, and he wasn't the first, but most of the boys I'd been with that way were just experimenting and soon moved on to girls. Now I was confronted by what was apparently someone who wasn't just experimenting, someone who was genuinely into guys and guy sex.

I finished peeing an shook off the last few drops, and by then my dick had thickened and was well on it's way to full tumescence. I was torn, was this safe, was it for real, and most of all...if I did this was I cheating on Ricky?

"Come on," the guy next door growled, "I'll suck ya good, and I swallow."

Well, of course you do. Who doesn't? I thought, But do I want to shove my dick through a hole and trust you won't chop it off or something?

"Let me see it at least," the guy said sounding desperate, "I need some dick real bad man."

I was on automatic now as I swiveled to hold my dick just outside the hole and shake it a few times.

"Oh man, it's uncut...please let me suck it. I love uncut cock so much," he moaned, "and I bet you taste really good."

Well, I couldn't disagree with that, but I was still unsure. Then he said the magic word, "Please... man, I promise it will be the best head you ever had."

The best head ever, wasn't that what Ricky gave me? But still, this seemed so exciting, so dirty, so risky, and my dick was throbbing in anticipation. What could it hurt? I'd tell Ricky and we'd laugh about it...I hoped. Yes, I was going to do it. I was so close, then the damn door opened and someone else came in. Son of a bitch, I muttered in my head.

I zipped up and casually walked out to see a nice looking white dude with a tye-dyed shirt and bell bottoms on. He nodded and said hi, and I washed my hands then split.

Instead of going back to my car though I hung around, going over where I'd first seen the dude standing and I realized why he'd been there. From there you could see any cars pulling in, but they couldn't see you. It also afforded a view to anyone going to the bathroom. 

I was tempted to go back in several times, to see if the guy in the bell bottoms was getting that great head, but I was still nervous and, yes, a little afraid. It seemed like hours, but I'm sure it was only a few minutes before the first guy came out, but instead of lingering, he headed off to his car, and a few minutes later I saw him drive off.

That meant Mr. Bell Bottoms was still in there, but again I was too nervous to check. Instead I just stood there gazing out at the scenery and occasionally looking back to see if the guy ever came out. Maybe he was waiting for me, I thought, maybe I should go check. He was younger and cuter than the first guy, but was he as eager to play?

Then suddenly my heart nearly leapt out of my chest as I was aware that the guy had emerged from the bathroom and was headed my way. I turned to face him, my palms sweaty and my heart doing flip flops as I watched him approach, and then he spoke.

"Hey man, I'm Tim," the guy said offering a bro shake.

"Rob," I said, "nice to meet ya."

"You cruise here much?" he asked then.

Cruise, what was that? Did he mean driving around?

"Uh, actually this is my first time here," I said truthfully, at least in this respect.

"Ah, you from here?"

"Nah," I said, explaining a little about myself and how I wound up there.

"Ah, that explains the clothes," he laughed, "all you need is a tie."

"It's in the car," I laughed. God, he was so easy to talk to, and that's what we did for the next half hour or so.

He explained about the park, how the cruising worked, and then admitted that the other guy had blown him in the bathroom after I left. He said he kept hoping I'd come back, and when I didn't he decided to leave, and then when he saw me he said he hoped I was looking to play.

"We can do it right here, if you want," he said, and I realized he was right. No one could see us because of the wall, and if any cars drove up we could see them long before they see us.

"I don't know," I said, still a little unsure.

"Can I at least see it? I'll show you mine," he said not waiting for an answer as he hauled out a nice cut cock that looked to be about 7" long.

So, what could I do. It only seemed polite to show him mine, so I did.

"Oh, nice," he said, then reaching over to touch my cock, he gave it a few strokes.

I didn't pull away, and in fact I reached over and felt his, and for a few minutes we just stood there checking each other out. Then without even asking, Tim sunk to his knees and swallowed my dick in one gulp.

"Oh my God!!!" I cried out. Ricky's blow jobs were Heaven, but Tim's blow job was on a whole new level.

"Mmm...I love uncut, you taste so good," he said, coming off my dick and attacking my balls., "Mmm...nice nuts too."

"Thanks," I gasped as he went back to my cock, swallowing it to the pubes.

"Ah..ah...ah," I gasped, "I'm close."

Instead of replying, he sped up his actions, using lips, mouth and tongue to bring me to a knee buckling orgasm.

"Oh God...." I cried out as I began to fill his mouth with my hot sticky cum.

"Mmm..." he moaned, then after pulling off he began to lick me clean, "you taste so good."

"Thanks," I said. I was spent and felt a little guilty now, but I was willing to return the favor if Tim wanted.

"Want me to..."

"Oh, no man, I'm good. But I love sucking dick, and getting fucked. You've got a nice dick, maybe next time you can fuck me."

I didn't tell him that there probably wouldn't be a next time, or about Ricky, instead we just talked. He told me all about the gay scene in Tulsa, the best cruising spots, the bars, which ones allowed Chickens (underage boys), and which restaurants were gay friendly and what not. It was a real eye opener for a small town boy like me, and I filed all the information away for later use.

About an hour later, a car pulled up and I excused myself, but on my way out I passed a nice looking black guy headed to the shelter. I was tempted to stay, after all, I'd never seen a black cock before, but it was getting late and I wanted to get home before dark. 

************

Down a rabbit hole

We'd talked about it before, about Ricky dating girls to throw his folks off, but when it finally happened I wasn't quite prepared for it. In fact, it was the very next day after my eye opening trip to Tulsa that he announced his intention to go on a double date with a girl named Heidi. Apparently Russell had a date with her cousin Becky, and part of the deal was that he find a date for Heidi, who was visiting from out of town. Being the nice guy and good friend that Ricky was, he reluctantly agreed.

I tried not to act hurt, but I guess it showed on my face, and Ricky spent a good long time assuring me that it was just a one time thing and that with Russell and the other girl along there was nothing to worry about.

"Oh, so if it was just you and this girl, I would need to worry?" I half way joked...or not.

"No, no, that's not what I meant. I love you, I want to be with you. I've never been attracted to girls that way. If you want me to I'll call it off. Russell will just have to find someone else."

"No, I was teasing baby. You go ahead and have fun. We've talked about this before, and I think it's a good thing. It will throw your folks off the scent," I added chuckling.

"The scent, oh...like jizz and butt?" he laughed.

"That's why I make you shower," I said, "but I always fear that they will figure things out. Maybe I'm just paranoid."

"I don't think they think about it much, but I think you're right about my dating a girl. It will throw them off and keep them satisfied for a while."

"Yeah, it's fine...really, and who knows, it might even be fun. I mean, girls can be fun to be with. Even I've dated a few, but of course they were good girls and didn't expect me to get in their panties."

"I don't know much about girls, except from school, but I think I can handle this. Russell said Heidi is really nice, and pretty, not that that's important, the being pretty I mean, so it might be okay."

"I'm sure it will. So when is this big date?"

"Saturday," he said grimacing, "I know Saturday is usually our night, but it's just this one time."

"No, it's fine, I'll figure out something to do," I said, but I already knew what I'd do. I'd go to Tulsa and check out some of the places Tim told me about. 

I hadn't told Ricky about my experience in the park yet, but now that he was going off to be with some bimbo, I didn't feel like I needed to. I wasn't sure why I felt that way, but suddenly I felt like things between us were changing for the worse, and keeping a secret from him was just the beginning.

Saturday, Ricky called in just before he was scheduled in, and I took the call. He said he was glad it was me who answered cause I'd understand. The date that was supposed to begin at 6, had been moved up to 2 because they were going skating then. He said he was sorry for such short notice and he asked if he thought he'd lose his job because of it.

"Hell no," I chuckled, "I'm the boss right now, and it's fine. You've never called in before, and this is a special occasion for you, so it's fine. Enjoy yourself, and if you get a chance call me later and let me know how it went."

"Are you sure?" he said sounding relieved, "I could tell them I can't make the skating..."

"No, you go and have fun buddy. It's not busy here, and I can do your chores like I used to. It will be fine...don't worry. Your job will be here waiting for you on Monday."

"Well, if you're sure. Thanks, thanks a lot," he said, then in a whisper he added, "I love you."

"I love you too," I was alone in the office and no one was nearby, so I didn't have to whisper.

We said goodbye, and I waited till he hung up, then I went to the bathroom and had a good cry. Was I losing him already? No, that was silly. It was just one date with a girl he'd probably never see again. It would be fine, it would get his folks off his case, if they were on it, and help him with peer pressure at school, and he was doing Russell a favor. 

I wiped my eyes and tried to forget what was going to happen later, then threw myself into my work. The ladies all asked about Ricky and I cheerfully joked that he had a date with a cute girl named Heidi, and you know how women are? They thought it was very romantic that a cute boy like Ricky had finally found a girl. I didn't bother to explain that it was just a one time thing, and I let them believe what they wanted. It was enough that I knew....or did I?

We'd just gotten in some new denim bell bottoms with rope trim, and when it was slow I tried on a pair and then picked out a shirt to go with them, an embroidered pullover with a Henley collar. The ladies said I looked very handsome in them, and asked if I had a date too. 

"You never know," I said mysteriously, "I thought I'd drive to Tulsa tonight and see what kind of trouble I can get into."

That shut them up fast, and I'm sure they were speculating all day long about what I was really up to. The day dragged on, but eventually it was closing time and I hurriedly finished up and made it home just before 5:30. I showered and put on my new duds, and by 6:15 I was on the road. 

The drive to Tulsa took about 45 minutes but by the time I got there it was getting dark. I'd decided to hit the park first and was surprised to see that it was actually busier at night than it had been during the day.

I staked out the shelter first, which was now lit with electric lights, and it didn't take long before someone else showed up. I watched a car pull into the circle drive and disappear, then waited till the occupant made it to the shelter. Because of the way the shelter was built you couldn't see the cars once they moved to the back of the circle drive, but when the car didn't reappear I knew the driver must've parked.

A few minutes later a skinny guy who looked to be in his early 20s appeared and he stopped for a moment as we looked each other over. He nodded then motioned toward the bathroom with his head and walked that way. I waited till I heard the door slam shut, then started that way, my heart beating in my ears as my cock throbbed with anticipation. 

What was it about this promise of anonymous sex that made it so exciting? Whatever it was, I was  hooked and couldn't wait to get inside that bathroom.

As I pushed open the door, I noticed the guy was in one of the stalls, but the door was open and he was facing outwards. That wasn't all I noticed however, his pants were open and he was fondling a hard uncut cock that looked average in size. I noticed he had a lot of pubes and that his balls hung low, and there was some  hair on them too. 

"Hey," he said, "Wanna play?"

I nodded and walked his way, taking over the fondling of his cock as he rubbed mine through the front of my pants. Eventually, he unbuttoned my pants and pulled out my hard leaking cock and began working the foreskin slowly, almost lovingly.

We stood like that for quite some time, just fondling each other's cock, then suddenly the door opened and in walked a short chubby teenage boy. I jumped like I'd been shot, but the other dude never stopped what he was doing.

The newcomer took a good look at us then walked over and unzipped, and the other dude began fondling his cock as well as mine. So, when in Rome...I began to rub the chubby guy's butt, and eventually took over working his cock.

"Do either of you fuck?" the teenage boy asked, and the other dude answered quickly, "Yeah, you wanna get fucked or fuck?"

"Get fucked mostly, " the teen said, "you can both fuck me if you want."

"Want to?" the other guy asked me.

"Nah, I...really need to go," I said, suddenly feeling very weird about the whole thing.

"Aww...really. I can blow you while he fucks me," the teen boy said.

"Nah, you guys go ahead. I have to be somewhere, but thanks."

I pulled up my pants and hightailed it out of there and didn't stop till I was in my car. I drove away slowly, trying to figure out what had gone wrong, and why my excitement had turned to embarrassment and disgust.

Was it because of the teen boy getting involved, or was it the fucking? Maybe I was old fashioned, but I thought of fucking (or love making as Ricky and I called it) to be something special and best done with someone you loved. Maybe a blow job or a hand job was not a big deal, but I felt like fucking another guy would be cheating on Ricky.

I was tempted to go on home, but I really wanted to check out the beer bar Tim had told me about. I was only 20, so probably couldn't get into the regular bars downtown, but I was told anyone could get into The Friends' Lounge. 

The bar was easy enough to find, but I was still nervous about going in and drove around the block several times before mustering up the courage to park in the small lot. Even then I sat in my car for a long time before I finally got out, and when I did the first person I encountered was a kid who was no older than Ricky had been when we first met.

"Hey mister, you got access to drugs?" he said moving up so close I could smell his sharp teen aroma.

"Uh, no...sorry," I said frozen there with him blocking my way.

"Oh...okay," he said wandering away.

I was tempted to hop in my car and get the hell out of there, but I'd come this far...and I finally decided to do what I'd come for. Steeling myself for whatever lay ahead, I pushed opened the door and stepped into a whole new world, a world I never knew existed until that day.

***********

That was not my last trip to Tulsa, though I wasn't as anxious to hook up as one might think I'd be. I had Ricky, and I loved him with all my heart, but this new and exciting life I'd found in the shadows of the city intrigued me. 

Perhaps I never would have done more than look and talk if not for what happened between Ricky and me. After his first date with a girl, we went back to the old routine and things were fine. Sometimes Ricky would beg off coming over on Saturday nights however, saying he wanted to spend time with his family, or go with Russell and his gang, and like a dummy I believed him. 

Truthfully, I don't think I questioned it because those instances gave me an opportunity to drive to Tulsa and immerse myself in the gay culture there. Though still only 20, I had no trouble getting into any of the bars there, and soon discovered a new joy, dancing.

In 1973 Disco was king, and every time I got a chance I danced my butt off. It was easy to find partners, and though some wanted more than a dance, a polite turn down was seldom protested. Tiffany's was my favorite bar, although The Taj Mahal was nice too, because they featured male go go dancers who would sometimes go all the way.

I loved the music, the lights, and most of all being with my people. I felt like these people were family, although I still wasn't too sure about the drag queens. I got used to the Queens though and even occasionally danced  with one if they asked. In fact, I never turned anyone down who took the time to ask  me to dance. 

One Saturday night, I left the bar about 1am, dreading the long drive home, and wishing I had somewhere to spend the night. I thought about a couple of the offers I'd gotten from guys in the bars, but I'd stayed true to Ricky so far, and hadn't given in. In fact, that blow job from Tim in the park was the only sex I'd had outside our relationship. I hadn't told Ricky about that either, or in fact about Tulsa and the gay life for that matter, but I didn't feel like I was cheating.

That night when I got home I found a note taped to my front door. Of course it was from Ricky, and I was terrified at what it might say.

Rob

I need to talk to you. I came by but you weren't home. I will come by tomorrow if it's okay. If not call me.

Ricky

"Hmm," I said to myself, "I wonder what that's all about?"

Fortunately, I was tired and didn't have much time to think about it, but it was on my mind when I awoke the next morning.

I lingered in bed till way after 10 am, and suddenly I heard the door open and Ricky soon entered my bedroom. He looked upset or sad, I couldn't quite figure out which, and at first I worried that maybe something was wrong at home.

"Hey," I said throwing back the covers, "climb in."

"Uh, not right now," he said, surprising me with his reticence

"Uh, okay...is something wrong?"

He sighed, "Yeah, and I'm afraid to tell you what it is."

"Uh oh," I said, "well, it can't be that bad. At least sit down, " I said patting the bed beside me."

He walked over and sat down, but at first he didn't look at me. My heart sank as I thought of all the possible things that might be wrong, but none of them were even close.

"I....I don't know where to begin. I feel like shit," he said holding his head in his hands.

"You're scaring me," I said sitting up and rubbing his shoulders. 

At first he tensed up, then he relaxed a little and turned to face me, and I saw tears in his eyes.

"Oh shit," I said looking away, "you're breaking up with me, aren't you?"

"No...no, it's not that, but you may want to break up with me when I tell you the truth," he said in a shaky voice.

I sighed with relief, "Thank God. Come on, it can't be that bad. Just tell me, it can't be worse than what I'm imagining."

He dropped his head and just sat there for a moment, then he began to speak in a low voice choked with emotion. "I...I lied to you. About what I've been doing all those Saturday nights that I didn't stay over."

"Oh," I said, finally feeling the sting of the situation.

"I mean, sometimes I was with Russell, but not just him..."

"Ah, a girl then," I guessed.

"How...how did you know?" he said looking at me.

"Well, I guess I could have said you were with another boy, but I just can't see you cheating on me with another guy. Not that this is cheating. If this is what you want, I'd be a horrible person to try to keep holding on to you," I said in a shaky voice.

"It's just that mom and dad..." he took a deep breath, "after I dated that one girl, they couldn't stop talking about how I needed to find a girlfriend and quit spending so much time with my guy friends, but I knew they were mostly talking about you. I didn't want to get you in trouble, so I thought, why not date a few girls and make them happy?"

"Sounds like a good idea, so why are you so upset?"

"Because...I found a girl I really like."

"Ah, I see, so you are dumping me," I said, trying not to sound as devastated as I felt.

"No, no...not unless you don't want me anymore."

"Wait, you want to have a girlfriend and a boyfriend?" I said shaking my head to clear it.

"No, no...I broke up with her already," he said, "but I felt bad cause I'd been lying to you."

"You broke up with her, but why if you liked her?"

"Because I didn't love her, I love you."

"Don't you see what this means?" I said sadly, "you like girls. What we have is probably just a phase you're going through."

"I'm 17, I'm old enough to know what I like and what I want," he said sounding irritated.

"An in a year you'll be 18 and headed off to college, what then?"

"I thought..." he said looking down again, "oh, you've changed your mind about moving?"

"No, I haven't changed my mind about anything. I'm just trying to make sense of all this. I'm sort of to blame myself. I mean, I should've seen what was happening, but I was too busy using the time you were doing other stuff to do...other stuff myself."

"What do you mean," he said turning to show to look into my eyes.

"It's not that bad, and I should have told you right away, but I swear...there's no one else..."

"I'm confused, what do you mean?"

So, I explained. He sat quietly and listened as I told him about my first encounter at Mohawk Park, and how Tim had told me all about the gay lifestyle in Tulsa. I told him how I'd first tried the gay beer bar, then graduated to the drink bars and how I'd fallen in love with the bright lights and the music and dancing. I told him how I'd been propositioned many times, but always turned the proposals down, and that except for the blow job, I had not given in to any of them.

"Wow," he said when I was finished, "there are really guys who dress like girls?" he said, picking up on that above all the rest.

"Yeah, but most guys are just like you and me, well...a few of them swish a little," I chuckled, "but most of them are really nice."

"I'm kinda jealous of this guy who gave you a blow job, but..."

"But what?"

"Well, the girl I was dating, she...uh, gave me a hand job, and I fingered her pussy."

Ever been slapped with a wet towel in the face? That's how I suddenly felt. I got the shivers then, and had to clutch at the covers. A girl? My Ricky let a girl touch his beautiful dick, and he used his finger to.... no, I couldn't even make myself repeat that in my head.

"Well, how was it?" I finally said.

"What?" he said, completely thrown off guard.

"Was it as good as my hand jobs?"

"No, I mean...I don't know, it was okay," he said sounding flustered.

"And did you enjoy porking her?"

"Rob..."

"What, I'm just curious. I've never been with a girl that way, so I just want to know how it was."

"I don't want to talk about it, I just wanted you to know, since you told me about that guy."

"Oh, so now we're even," I said, more abruptly than I'd intended.

"Rob, don't get mad...please."

"I'm not mad," I lied, "I don't know what I am."

"You are mad, I can tell."

"Don't tell me what I am," I barked, regretting my tone immediately.

"I should go," he said sadly.

"Sure, just run off," I whined.

"Okay, I won't go. What can I do? What do you want me to do? I'm sorry," he said, bursting into tears.

Uh, the secret weapon of women, children, and lovers in general. I'm not a monster, I couldn't just sit there and let him hurt. I reached over and pulled him into a hug and whispered, "Shh...I'm sorry. We'll figure it out."

He cried for a long time, and when he was finally cried out, he excused himself to the bathroom to wash his face. When he returned, his eyes were dry, but red ,and he looked like a sad puppy. 

"So, what do we do now?" he said sitting back down.

"What do you want to do?"

"Huh, what do you mean?"

"What did you have in mind when you came here today? You said you broke up with this girl, so does that mean you want me, or are you still looking for the right girl?"

"I broke up with her because I felt bad about lying to you and cheating on you."

"Ah, so you still have feelings for this girl, but your guilty conscience caused you to dump her?"

"No, not exactly. You're confusing me," he said, sounding distressed.

"We have a year before you go off to college, I guess whether I go with you or not will depend on what happens in the meantime."

"I...I promise I won't see her again..."

"That's not fair to her, or to you...is it?"

"Huh, what do you mean. It's not fair to you if I do see her..."

"Ricky, don't you see? I don't want to be second choice. I told you in the beginning that if you met someone your own age that I'd step aside, I just didn't know it would be a girl," I laughed bitterly.

"You don't want me any more?" he said sounding hurt.

"Ricky, that's not what I'm saying. I love you...more than I've ever loved anyone in my whole life. But I love you enough to want you to be happy," I said sniffing back tears, "and if it means letting you go, then that's what I'm prepared to do."

"I...love you too, but it's so hard..."

I laughed sadly at the double entendre, "Hard to keep up the image of a stud if you don't date girls? Hard to explain to your folks why you spend all your time with a guy 3 years older than you? Hard to explain why that guy would want to move to the college town with you? I get it"

"I...I mean...yeah, sort of, but mom and dad really like you. They just don't understand why I haven't shown any interest in girls..."

"I get it, well...you know what? I think you need to continue to date girls then."

"What, are you serious?"

"Yes, absolutely. Just don't fall in love with any of them, and come to me for sex, okay?" I teased.

"You're serious?"

"Yes, we discussed this before, we will create for you an image of a big stud who is a ladies man, but behind close doors you will be my sex puppy."

He laughed then, "You'd let me go with girls and not get mad?"

"Yup, and everyone will be happy. Your folks will ease up on you, your pals at school will think you're a big stud, and we'll still have our fun every chance we get."

"What about...um, Tulsa? Will you go back there?"

"Do you want me to stop going?"

"No, that wouldn't be fair, but will you promise me one thing?"

"Yes, whatever you ask."

"Don't fall in love with another guy or...you know...fuck anyone but me."

I laughed, "I think I can keep that promise, but what about blow jobs?" I teased.

"Uh, well...I guess blow jobs are okay," he said grinning.

"I promise if that happens I'll let you know though, okay?"

"Is it okay if you don't?"

"Huh, what do you mean?"

"I mean, if I don't know about it I won't worry about it, and you've already promised not to do the other thing."

"Okay, whatever you want, but if you change your mind, let me know, and if anything did happen I'll tell you."

"Okay, now...can we make love please. I am so horny."

"Thinking about your girlfriend?" I teased.

"Nope, thinking about my boyfriend and how much I want him to make love to me."

"Well, let me go pee and wash up a bit and I will make that dream come true."

************

That set the stage for what came next, namely Ricky dating girls and me delving into the gay subculture in a city 45 miles away. We made sure to keep an open line of communication through it all, so we always knew what the other was up to, and that helped to keep any feelings of jealousy in check.

Most times if I was home, Ricky would swing by after his date to tell me how things went, and often we'd wind up giving each other a hand job or blow job to relieve our tension. However, sometimes I would stay in Tulsa till the bars closed at 2 am and not be  home till much later.

One such night as that, when I got home, there was a note from Ricky tacked to my apartment door. I pulled it off and went inside and peed before I sat down on the couch to read it.

Rob,

I guess you must be in Tulsa. I need to talk to you, but it can wait till tomorrow.  I'll come by around noon if that's okay. If not, call me.

Love, Ricky

Great, I thought, now how am I gonna sleep knowing something is up with Ricky? However, I must've been more tired than I thought, because after a quick shower I hopped into bed and fell asleep almost instantly.

I awoke to the sound of the front door opening, and minutes later Ricky piled down beside me in bed.

"Good morning baby," I mumbled, "what's going on? I got your note, is something wrong?"

"No, not really. How was your trip to Tulsa?"

"Fine, I wish you could come with me...to the disco. I'd love to dance with you."

"Well, I can't do that, but I guess I could come with you to the other places."

"Hey, I said sitting up, that's a great idea. I could at least show you all the places. Would you like that?"

"Sure, I'm free today, why don't we drive over in my car? We can have lunch and you can show me around."

"Sounds great. Uh, but what was it that you wanted to talk to me about?'

"We can talk on the way, okay?"

"Sure, I had a shower last night, so just let me pee and brush my teeth, and I'll get dressed and we can go."

Fifteen minutes later we were on the road, and Ricky was wasting no time. He was a good driver, but he tended to go a little fast when he thought it was safe. I cautioned him a few times, but I didn't want to sound like his dad, so I pretty much just left it up to him. If he got a ticket, I was sure that would change his way of thinking.

"So...what's on your mind?"

"Huh? Oh, the note," he said frowning, "well, it's about Brenda."

"Debbie, yeah...what about her?" Debbie was the girl Ricky had been dating for a few weeks now, but as far as I knew there wasn't anything serious going on between them.

"Well, she asked me to go to the lake with her and a bunch of kids next weekend."

"Okay, that sounds fun..."

"Yeah, but the problem is: I don't think my folks will let me go. It's an overnight, and no adults will be there."

"Oh, so...what are you thinking?" I asked, but I was pretty sure I already knew the answer.

"Well, I know it's a lot to ask, but what if I told them I was spending the night at your place?"

"Lie to them, you mean?"

"Yeah, a little lie, but if you don't want to..."

"I don't know, it's not like I haven't lied to them before...like every time I tell them I'll watch out for you, and then I fuck you."

He laughed, "But you do it with love. So, what do you think?"

"I think, I need to think about it, is that okay."

"Sure, whatever you decide is fine. If you say no, I'll try the truth, but I'm sure they'll say no."

"What if you told them you were staying with Russell?"

"I thought of that, but Russell and his whole family are going to be out of town this weekend and my folks know that already."

"Ah, okay...I'll give it some thought. I'll let you know before you go home today, okay?"

"Yeah, thanks," he said giving me a smile that melted any resolve I might have. I still loved him, and wanted him to be happy, and I had the power to make that happen, just by being his alibi.

We ate at a place called Crystal's pizza for lunch, and I swear their Canadian bacon pizza was the best I'd ever eaten. Afterwards, I drove us to Mohawk Park and I explained to Ricky how the cruising worked. 

"It isn't just about the shelter or the bathrooms. Sometimes guys just park in the parking lots and hang out, or walk into the woods along the trails and hook up. One time I was walking on a trail and came upon two guys on a blanket fucking. It was so fucking hot."

"Wow, really? What did you do?"

"Just watched. They offered for me to join, but I turned them down."

"Aww, cause of me?"

"That, and the fact that I'm not sticking my dick in a strange ass," I laughed.

"Yeah, I get that."

"So, do you want to check out the trails or the shelter, or have you seen enough?"

"Show me the shelter and the bathrooms."

"Okay, up here, turn around and head back to the shelter."

I had him park behind another car and we got out and walked to the shelter, but no one was in sight. Assuming they were in the bathroom, I motioned for Ricky to follow me and I led him through the green metal door.

Surprisingly, there was no one there. I showed Ricky the graffiti and the glory hole, and we were just about to leave when the door opened and a young Asian guy walked in.

"Hi," he said with a slight accent, as he looked us over almost hungrily.

"Hi," I said, unsure what to do.

"Hello," Ricky said, looking at me for guidance.

"You guys looking?" the Asian guy said then.

"Oh, I don't know..." I said looking at Ricky. We hadn't talked about what would happen if we met someone, and I had no idea what to say.

"Rob, can we talk outside?" Ricky said softly.

"Yeah," I said to Ricky, "excuse us a minute, okay?" I said to the Asian guy.

Outside, under the shelter, I led Ricky to the cozy spot where I'd received that blow job from Tim, and turned to him, "What are you thinking?"

"He's hot," Ricky said, "I've never been with an Oriental guy before."

I laughed, I think they're called Asians, but neither have I. If you want to...um, do something with him I'll wait here, or we can both do something..."

"Oh, you have to be there too. I'd be so scared to be alone with anyone else, but...I don't want this to mess up what we have."

I laughed, "Ricky, we have the weirdest relationship ever. You date girls, and I go to gay bars and cruise the parks. How could this possibly mess things up?"

"Yeah," he laughed, "so, it's just for fun, right? No one gets jealous?"

"Absolutely tiger, let's go get that hunk in the bathroom."

We coaxed the guy out to the shelter so we could keep watch for anyone coming along, and once we all three had our pants down, we admired each other's peckers before finally getting down to business. I let Ricky lead the way, and when Paul, the Asian guy, went down on Ricky I watched with mixed feelings. It was hot watching my boyfriend get blown, but deep inside I wished it was me with his dick in my mouth. 

When he had swallowed all of Ricky's teenage cum, I dropped to my knees and took Paul's average size uncut cock into my mouth and gave him my best blow job. The guy was very verbal, crying out and laughing, then literally shedding tears when he came. I thought I had hurt him at first, but I would learn later that most Asian guys were very emotional during sex.

Afterwards, Ricky and Paul took turns blowing me, but I came in Ricky's sweet mouth and that was the perfect ending to our play time in the park. We said our goodbyes and left Paul there, perhaps to score with someone else, and we drove downtown.

We talked about the experience of having sex with a third person, and decided we were okay with what had happened. In fact, the three way with Paul actually bothered me a lot less than knowing Ricky was going to be spending the night at the lake, unchaperoned with girls..specifically Debbie.

I showed Ricky The Friend's Lounge, Tiffany's and The Taj as we called it, and then drove us to the River Parks and showed him the cruising areas there. 

"Wow, who knew there were such places. I wonder if there are other cities like this?"

"Oh, sure, lots of em. Some even more active. I've read about San Francisco and the gay scene there, and it sounds so amazing. I'd love to go there some day and see all those places in person and check out all the bars."

"Maybe someday we will," Ricky said grinning.

"Yeah, let's do it," I said smiling, "someday."

We parked and walked across the pedestrian bridge, which had once been an old train bridge, and  spanned the river from East to West. Halfway across, we stopped to gaze out at the river and the city scape beyond, and I was so tempted to lean in and kiss Ricky. But this was 1973, and public displays of affection by gay couples were still frowned on, so instead I reached over and took his hand, hoping no one could see.

"I had a great day," I said then, "and I've decided...I'll be your alibi for Saturday night if that's what you really want. If it goes bad I will be there to back you up, but I have a feeling your folks will never know."

"Yeah, they trust you. They won't even bother to check up on me," he said excitedly.

"All I ask is: don't get anyone pregnant, okay?" I teased.

"I won't, I promise. Will you buy me some rubbers?" he laughed.

"Yes, if it will keep you or any of your buddies from becoming teenage fathers."

We stayed late enough to get hungry again, and ate at the famous Pennington's Drive-In on Peoria. The food was good, and the dessert, their famous Black-bottomed pie was a delicious treat. We were stuffed by the time we left for home, and I dozed off for a while as Ricky drove along.

************

Saturday came at last, and though I was fully committed to my lie, I still felt nervous and anxious as the appointed time came for Ricky to make the trip to the lake. He came by the apartment to say goodbye before leaving town, and I told him to have a good time. I'd made good on my promise to provide him with condoms, though he scoffed at the idea he'd need them, he said he'd make sure any of the other guys who did would be taken care of. We hugged and kissed goodbye, and I walked him to his car and watched as he drove away with a sinking feeling in my stomach.

I was tempted to go to Tulsa and do more than dance, but I soon talked myself out of it. What if Ricky got into trouble he couldn't  handle and needed me? No, I decided I'd hang around the apartment in case he tried to call.

I fixed myself a sandwich and had chips and Mt. Dew, then listened to music and read one of the books I'd recently bought at Tumble Inn, a discount store in town. It was called Hours, and was about the lives of several gay men in New York City. It was arousing, yet disturbing, and sad at times, and I could relate to many of the feelings put forth in the book.

Being gay in the 70s, especially in a small town was hard, and I'd found that world not so far away in the big city to be liberating and promising. There in the bars and in the park, I'd found my own kind of people, people who didn't judge me, or shame me for being who I was, and I suddenly didn't feel so alone.

I tired of reading after a while and tried the TV, tuning in Mazzepa Pompazoidi's Uncanny Film Festival and Camp Meeting, a local show that featured Gallard Sartain as host. The show hosted B type films as well as having live skits performed by Sartain and other local talent, including Gary Busey. Both Sartain and Busey would go on to become stars in their own right, but for the time being, Mazzepa was our local celebrity, and the most fun you could have on TV on a Saturday night.

That night, I sat and watched and laughed, and forgot about my worries concerning Ricky. I forgot about missing dancing at the discos, the flirting, the atmosphere that said, you're Queer, who cares? Come have fun.

I must've fallen asleep watching some stupid Godzilla movie or something that night, and it was the incessant ringing of the phone which woke me. I glanced at my watch, saw it was just after midnight, then stumbled to the phone.

"Hello?"

"Rob? This is Max."

Oh shit, I thought, the cat is out of the bag.

"Oh, is something wrong?" I said, trying to remain calm.

"Yes, there is. I just got a call from Ricky, my son who is supposed to be with you...at your apartment. Do you know where he called from?" he said sounding really pissed.

I sighed, "Someone's  house on the lake?"

"Close, from the police station, but at least you're not denying the he didn't spend the night with you.  Rob, I don't know what to say, I'm disappointed, but I don't want to form any judgments till we can talk about this. I'll call you tomorrow, but right now I have to go get my son at the police station. Do you have any idea how I feel right now?"

"Kind of. I'm sure you must be very upset with me, and I'm sorry. I have no excuse for what I did, other than I care about Ricky and wanted to make him happy. I know that's a lousy excuse, and I don't blame you for being mad or upset with me. It was irresponsible of me, and I am truly sorry. Please, don't be too hard on him though. He is okay isn't he?"

"He's fine, but he may not be when I get him home," he said stiffly.

"Please, sir, don't be too hard on him," I repeated,  "He's having a hard time right now..."

"I was joking, and it's still Max, for the time being," he said, "I will call you tomorrow and see when you can come by and talk about your part in this."

"Yes sir, uh..Max...anytime after work is fine. And, Max, tell him...tell him I'm sorry that I let him down."

"Let him down? What do you mean?"

"I should have done what was right, and not what was easiest, and for that I'm sorry. I was the adult here, not Ricky, and I should've acted like one. I'm sorry."

"Well, I'm glad you understand that now, but too little too late. We'll discuss this tomorrow, for now I'll say goodnight, or is it good morning?"

"Yes sir, uh Max, goodnight. I'll be expecting your call tomorrow."

He hung up then, and I stared at the phone for a long time before returning the handset to the cradle. I could only see one conclusion to this major fuck up, I was about to lose Ricky.

Well, it was a good thing I caught that cap nap earlier, because there wasn't much sleep going on that night. I tossed and turned, shed a few tears, and finally came to the conclusion that I had lost everything and there was no way to fix it. All I could do was face up to the truth and take my punishment. The punishment I was sure would deprive me of not only Ricky, but his family as well. I think the thought of losing his family was almost as painful as losing Ricky. His dad had been like, well...like a dad to me, and his mom, what can I say, she always had a smile and a kind word for me. And Mikey, I'd come to love Mikey almost as much as Ricky. Oh, maybe not in the same way, but Mikey was very dear to me and I would miss his hugs and warm smiles.

Morning finally came and I was awakened by the ringing of the phone. I hopped out of bed and padded to the living room and picked up on the third ring. It was Max, and he wanted me to come over as soon as possible.

"I'll hop in the shower and be there in a half hour or less," I told him, and he thanked me and hung up.

I literally puked when I tried to brush my teeth, then swished some mouthwash around to hide the smell and finally managed to get dressed. I felt like a condemned man going off to the gallows, but I was determined to face my fate like a man.

The drive over as nerve wracking and I was trembling as I climbed out of my car and walked toward the door. Usually Mikey or Ricky would have burst through the door to greet me, and their absence only added to my dread.

In times past I would have just breezed in, but that day I rang the door bell and waited to be admitted. Ricky's mom answered the door after a few moments and I was surprised to see a smile on her face.

"Come in Rob," she said giving me a kiss on the cheek, "the boys are in the family room."

Well, at least mom doesn't hate me, I thought, as I followed her to my doom.

"Hi," I said to Ricky and his dad, Max, noticing that Mikey was nowhere in sight.

"Hi Rob," Ricky said giving me a weak smile.

"Sit down Rob," Max said, dispensing with formalities.

Ricky motioned for me to sit by him on the couch and I did so, as Max watched from his perch in his recliner. Mrs. Williams took a place beside me on the couch, and I felt some better with her by my side. If anyone would have mercy on us, it would be her.

"Are you okay?" I asked Ricky softly.

"Yeah, fine," he said giving me a weak smile, "Sorry I got you into this."

"It's okay, it was my choice and I messed up."

"Okay, first off," Mr. Williams began, "let's start with what happened last night at the lake, "Ricky would you like to start?"

"Yes sir," he said, "it was going fine, and no one was doing anything wrong till this one guy named Brent got into a fight with a guy named Mark. They were fighting over some girl or something, I'm not even sure what it was all about. Some of the other guys pulled them apart and we thought it was all good, then Brent goes to his car and comes back with a rifle. I didn't see what happened after that, but I guess someone went inside and called the cops, and the next thing I knew we were surrounded by the police. Brent threw down the gun and they took him away, then they started questioning everyone, and anyone who was under 18 got hauled into the police station. I told us to call our folks and if they picked us up they wouldn't file any charges. So, I called dad...and that's about it."

"I'm sorry," I said, "I could have saved you all this by just saying no. I'm afraid I wasn't a very good friend this time," I lamented.

"About that," Max said then, "I can't help but wonder Rob, was this the first time you've lied to us?"

Oh, that wasn't a question I was expecting, and for a moment I didn't know how to answer. I guess I was pretty good at lying, you have to be to be gay and survive, but cornered like this, I could feel my resolve crumbling.

"If you mean have I ever covered for Ricky before, then the answer is no. Every time we've said he was with me, he was."

"That's not exactly what I asked, but I'll accept that. The point is: you lied to us this time."

"Technically dear, he didn't lie to us. He never told us Ricky was staying with him, it was Ricky who told us that."

"But he knew that Ricky was going to this party..." Max said stubbornly, "whether he told us that or it was implied makes no difference. The question now is: can we trust you in the future, either of you?"

"I'm sorry, " Ricky said, "but I've learned my lesson. Rick tried to talk me out of it, but he could see I really wanted to do this and I sort of took advantage of him. So, if you want to blame someone, blame me. I'm 17, and I'm old enough to make decisions on my own, right or wrong. Please don't blame Rob. He's been a good friend...to all of us," he said stopping to wipe a few tears from his eyes, "and I don't want to lose him."

"No one is talking about that," Max said softly, "but trust is something that's earned, and once it's violated it takes time to rebuild that trust."

"Yes sir," I agree, and as far as blame, I accept it all. I was the adult, and Ricky was willing to accept my decision either way, but I chose the easy way out. I guess I wanted to please Ricky more than I wanted to do the right thing,"  I said lowering my head. If possible I was going to save Ricky from being severely punished, even if it meant paying a higher price myself.

"That's very noble of you," Max said, "but as Ricky said, he is old enough to make decisions on his own, right or wrong, and old enough to face the consequences. I think you both share the blame equally."

"Dear..." Mrs. Williams said, touching his arm, "may I say something."

"Of course dear," he said patting her hand.

"I'm not happy about what our son has done, and I certainly don't want to ever get a call like that again. I can't tell you how terrified I was to hear that you'd been arrested, but it could have been much worse. What if that boy had started shooting people, even accidentally? I assume there was alcohol there as well, and of course I worry that you might have driven while intoxicated..."

"No ma'am, I never would. Rob has warned me about that himself and has told me if I am ever too drunk to drive to call him and he will come get me, not that the situation has ever come up, but I know it's serious stuff."

"Thank you Rob, for that. I want to make you the same offer," Max said.

"Yes, thank you Rob," Mrs. Williams went on, "I know you are disappointed in how Rob handled this situation dear, but think of all the good Rob has done for Ricky, and for all of us. He's a part of our family now, and families makes mistakes, but they learn from them. I think both Ricky and Rob have learned a valuable lesson here. I'm not saying there shouldn't be consequences, but I think we need to consider the big picture there. Obviously Rob's influence on Ricky is more positive than negative, and I think we need to consider that. As for Ricky, I think we need to talk alone about what his punishment should be, but I don't think keeping him from Rob is the answer."

"I never said that," Max mumbled, "but Ricky isn't going to be going anywhere for a while. Rob you are still welcome to visit us, but Ricky will be grounded for a while, except for work and school."

"I understand," I said, thank you for not shutting me out, "I feel like I've become a part of this family and I'd hate to lose that," I said choking up a little. Ricky laid a hand on my arm and patted me gently, his comforting touch much appreciated.

"And we feel the same," Max said, "which is why I guess we were especially upset to learn what happened. But, there are always two sides to every story, and I think we've heard both of them."

"Thank you," I said, "I'm sorry things turned out this way, but I'm just relieved that Ricky is safe, and no one got hurt."

"Yes, it could have been much worse, but we won't dwell on that. Rob, since you're here, why don't you stay for dinner? I don't want you to think you're not welcome here anymore, because that's the furthest from the truth. Why don't you two boys visit while my wife and  I have a little pow wow and decide our oldest son's fate," he said giving Ricky the stink eye.

"Thank you sir, I'd love to stay. I haven't eaten today so that would be great."

"Oh, you poor dear," Mrs. Williams said, "Ricky honey, take Rob into the kitchen and find him something to snack on to hold him over till dinner time."

When they were gone, Ricky hopped up and took my hand and led me to the kitchen, and once we were alone he pulled me into a kiss and hugged me tight.

"Thank you for being so noble, but if they take all the anger out on me, it will be better for us."

"I just had to tell them how I felt. I really am sorry I chose the wrong way to go on this. I guess I was just thinking about how happy it would make you, and not looking at the risks. So, I want to apologize to you too. You may not like what I'm going to say, but in the future I'm going to make better decisions when it comes to stuff like this, even if it's not what you want to hear."

"I can live with that. Besides, I'll probably be grounded till I'm 18 anyway," he sighed.

Ricky fixed me a ham sandwich and poured me a glass of tea and we sat down at the table and talked as I put something in my stomach. He said that Debbie's dad was so mad he doubted she ever be able to date again, but he didn't sound too upset. I think this was more traumatic for him than he was letting on, and he wasn't really thinking about the future at the moment. 

I reassured him that no matter what happened that I'd be there for him and he took my hand and held it for a moment. Suddenly Mikey came screeching into the room and stopped beside my chair and gave me a side hug.

"Hi Rob, boy am I glad to see you. I was afraid dad would never let you come over again."

"Thanks buddy, I'm glad to see you too. Where you been hiding?" I teased.

"They made me wait in my room while they talked to you guys. Boy, it was murder not knowing what was going on, then they forgot to tell me I could come out. I had to go ask em when I heard em in their room."

"Don't worry," Ricky said, "they're only going to punish me, not Rob. He's even staying for dinner."

"Oh cool, can we play some board games later?"

"Sure, if we have time. Tomorrow is a school day for you, and I have work."

"Yeah, maybe one game," he said hopefully.

Dinner was pleasant even if the conversation was a little subdued. Mikey managed to keep us laughing at his antics and jokes though, and I silently thanked him for his contribution. His personality was evolving, and though he and Ricky looked more and more alike, they were growing apart in other ways.

Oh, not that Mikey wasn't just as sweet and caring as Ricky, but each was their own unique person. They got along well despite their differences and I loved them both, and celebrated those differences.

After dinner we did manage a game of Sorry, then Mr. and Mrs. Williams called us all into the family room and we sat down and waited for what was next.

"Okay, we've discussed the situation and came up with what we feel is a fair and fitting punishment for you," Max said to Ricky, "first of all, you will only be allowed to use your car to go to school and then to work, and you will come straight home afterwards. You will not go to Rob's or on dates, or to the malt shop or whatever. You are grounded for two weeks, starting Monday and once you've done your homework each day you will be given extra chores to do. You will of course see Rob at work, and he is welcome to come here for dinner as always and you can see him here as well. We have no intention of trying to keep you two apart, if that's what you were thinking."

"That sounds fair," Ricky said shaking his head and looking serious, "thank you for being so understanding."

"As I said yesterday, trust is something that's earned, and it may take a while before the two of you have our full trust again, but we're not going to dwell on that. People make mistakes. It doesn't make them bad or evil, it just makes them human. I like to think that you've learned a valuable lesson here, am I right?"

"Yes sir, I should have just asked your permission to go and accepted your decision. Lying was a mistake, and one I hope I don't make again."

"I hope so too. Well, that's all I have, mom...anything to add," he said patting his wife's leg.

"Yes, shame on you Ricky, but thank God you're safe. And Rob, don't beat yourself up over this thing. We still love you and consider you a part of our family.  Now, as Jesus said, Go forth and sin no more," she laughed, and we all joined in.

***********

Ricky's grounding gave us both a chance to catch our breath and reevaluate our relationship. I still loved Ricky, but there just wasn't that same fire that had burned so brightly in the beginning. I think part of it was because I now knew that I wasn't alone, that there were others like me, and Ricky wasn't my only chance at love.

The age thing had bothered me a little, at least at first, but now that Ricky was 17, the age difference wasn't an issue for me anymore. It had never bothered Ricky, as far as I could tell, and in fact I think he actually liked the idea that he was being courted by someone older and more experienced.

During Ricky's two weeks of grounding, I went to Tulsa both weekends, and that second Saturday I met someone who would further complicate things. His name was Gene, and he was the most beautiful boy I had ever laid eyes on. I know, I know, I said that about Ricky too, and there is no doubt that Ricky was beautiful, but Gene was on a whole other level. First of all, he was blond, blue eyed, and had a body like the Michelangelo statue David, only better hung, secondly, he exuded sexuality like a porn star.

I found out just how well hung Gene was that night as he danced on a little stage at The Taj. As far as dancers went, he wasn't all that polished, but it really didn't matter. Just seeing his beautiful body undulating on the stage was enough to cause a healthy red-blooded boy like me to pop a boner.

As it turned out, I knew his brother from Tiffany's and we'd danced together many times. His brother's name was Jim, but he was nothing like Gene. In fact, it was hard to believe they were brothers at all. Jim was dark haired and a little chubby, with a five o'clock shadow most times, and not all that handsome, but damn could that boy dance. And he was fun, a really nice person, and not once did he ever hit on me. We were dance buddies and nothing more.

That night, I saw Jim sitting at a table with two other guys watching the blond dancer and I made my way over to say hi. He insisted that I sit with him and his friends, Tom and Peter, and at some point I commented on the new dancer, and that was when Jim told me his name and that he was  his brother. As I watched Gene dance around the stage, his massive boner pressing into his g-string, I felt my cock throbbing between my legs. I was overcome with such lust that I knew without a doubt that if the opportunity arose, I'd worship every inch of that God like body.

"I'll introduce you," Jim said when Gene finally finished his set and came down off stage. Jim stood and waved him over and he slid into the seat next to me. He'd slipped on a pair of jeans, but was still topless, his chest glistening with sweat. I watched a drop run down his chest as Jim introduced us, and I swear to God I was tempted to lean in an lick it off.

My head swam as I offered my hand to shake, but Gene ignored it and leaned in and kissed me on the cheek instead as he hugged me from the side. Jim laughed, and gave me a wink and I gave him a goofy grin.

"I think Rob is in love with you, brother," Jim said then, causing me to blush brightly.

"I...I just think you're an amazing dancer and...and you're so...so, beautiful," I stammered.

"Take him home and fuck him," Jim laughed. I wasn't sure who he was talking to, me or Gene, but it sounded good either way.

"Where do you live?" Gene said then, sounding interested.

I told him, and he frowned, "Ah too bad. I still live at home so I don't have a place to go..."

"Come over to our apartment," Peter said then, "you guys can fuck in the living room," he laughed.

"Good idea, we can all go over there and have an orgy," Jim suggested.

"Hell, why not?" Tommy said, "it's been a while since I've been with anyone except dull boring Peter," he laughed, causing Peter to shove him playfully.

I assumed the two were a couple, but I would find out later that they were just roommates, and though they did have sex, they weren't exclusive.

So, long story short, Gene and Jim piled into my car, and we followed Tommy and Peter to a nice apartment building on the South side of the city. It was a two bedroom, one for Tommy and one for Peter, and though they often got together in one bed or another for fun, they weren't lovers.

Peter offered everyone a beer or drink and Jim lit a joint. This was my first time being around any kind of drug, and I was a bit apprehensive, but when they offered me a hit and I declined they didn't make a big deal out of it. They passed the joint back and forth between the three, but Gene also declined, causing me to like him even better. 

The whole time they were smoking, Gene and I made out, and I discovered that that boy really knew how to kiss. I was so hard it hurt, and when he started pawing at my clothing I returned the favor. Soon we were shirtless, then down to our underwear, oblivious to the others.

I was vaguely aware of the others removing their clothing as well, and soon we were all down to our underwear and some serious making out and fondling began. Jim, Peter, and Tommy seemed to be comfortable with their three-way, and I wondered it this was something they did often.

The three seemed satisfied to let me and Gene explore each other's body without joining in, and I was glad, although I had to admit I was curious about the orgy idea. However, I was totally into Gene now, and any disappointment I felt about missing out on the orgy, was soon pushed aside by the touch, feel, and scent of this God-like boy.

I'd learned that Gene was 18, but that he had a fake ID that he used to gain access to the clubs. Back then no one bothered to check such things, and the cops seldom ever came into the bars, and when they did, the worse they ever did was oust anyone who was underage.

Eventually, I sank to my knees and began rubbing my face against the huge lump in his g-string, and he moaned his approval. I slid the g-string down his legs and gasped as his magnificent 8 inch cock sprang up to meet me. He was uncut like me, and had huge balls that hung loosely. Unlike most guys I'd seen, Gene's pubes were neatly shaved (because of his dancing), but I found that I liked the look a lot on him. 

"His magnificent cock was leaking precum like crazy, and grabbing it in my hand, I pulled the skin back and began lapping the salty sweet nectar up with gusto. From the corner of my eye, I noticed the other three had stopped to watch us, and the thought of having an audience only added to my lust. I lapped, and sucked, and licked, and fondled, and soon Gene cried out and began unloading in my hungry mouth. His cum was sweet, and I wondered what kind of diet he followed to produce such a delicious mouthful of goodness.

I licked him clean, then he pulled me up and we kissed as he tasted his own flavor on my tongue. Then taking my hand, Gene pulled me up and led me to one of the bedrooms.

"Don't get anything on my sheets?" I heard Peter laugh as we closed the door.

In what I guessed was Peter's room, Gene pushed me onto my back and began licking and kissing my body from head to toe. Once he had me fully aroused and leaking, he crawled up on the bed, squatted over my hard cock and slowly lowered himself till I was buried completely in his hot tight guts.

He hissed as he sank onto me, and when he was fully seated he began to pump his legs like a guy doing squats. Up and down, he rode my cock like a kid on a hobby horse. I grabbed his slender waist, reveling in the feel of his smooth soft skin and relaxed into the best fuck of my young life. Yes, I said it...the best fuck of my life. Not making love, fucking, and that was the only thing that kept me from feeling bad or guilty about thinking that way. I loved Ricky, and what we did when we made love was special, but this was raw sex and it was so intense in so many ways that it was hard to compare the two.

I came hard, so hard I think I passed out for a bit, because the next thing I remember was Gene laying beside me, nuzzling my neck as his hand rubbed my chest lovingly.

"Hey," he cooed, "did you like that?"

"It was wonderful,"  I sighed, "you were amazing, thanks."

"You're welcome, you made me feel sooo good," he said sighing, "and I wanted to pay you back."

"It was fun, you have an amazing body and I enjoyed making you feel good."

"We're good together," he said, leaving that hanging in the air.

"Yes," I agreed, not sure what else to say.

"Are you looking for a lover?"

"No, see...there's someone back home..."

"Oh," he said sounding disappointed, "does he know you mess around?"

"Well, this is the first time I've ever done anything like this, but I did get a blow job once, and he knows about that. See, it's complicated..." I found myself explaining about my relationship with Ricky and he listened without interrupting, then patted me gently.

"You're a real stud, aren't you. Bagging a 15 year old and turning him out," he laughed, "but how long is that gonna last? He likes girls, how long till he decides that's easier than liking boys?"

"I don't know. Don't think I haven't thought the same thing, but till then...we have something very special. And it's not just him, I'm really close to his family too, so...I'm not giving up till I have to. I hope you can understand."

"Yeah, it's cool. Hey, are you hungry?" he said changing direction quickly, "I know a place that's open all night and they love queers," he laughed.

"Sure, should we ask the others?"

"We'll tell em where we're going, but that's up to them."

The others didn't seem interested in food at the moment, though there was some snacking going on. Jim was taking turns between Tommy and Peter, licking and sucking their hard peckers, and they seemed content to stay where they were.

The restaurant was downtown, not far from the bar district, and served burgers and breakfast 24 hours a day. We ordered huge cheeseburgers with greasy fries, and they were the best I'd ever eaten. As we ate, Gene filled me in on his life and I learned that he and Jim were actually step brothers with different fathers. While Jim lived on his own, Gene still lived at home, and except for his gig as a dancer, he was unemployed. He mostly danced for tips at the bars, and I noticed when I added my own fiver to the jar that night, that he had done quite well.

Despite being beautiful and sexy, I soon discovered that Gene was a little immature, and not all that well educated. He had a skewed view of things that was hard to grasp, and after spending an hour or so with him, I realized that other than sex, we had nothing in common.

I was almost glad when it came time to drop him off at his folks house, a fairly nice place on the East side of town. Although I did see him around the bars after that, we never hooked up again, though I did continue to dance with his brother Jim on occasion.

When Ricky's grounding ended, you'd think the first thing he'd want to do was come spend the night, right? Wrong, the first weekend he was free was spent with Debbie. To say I was a little hurt would be an understatement, but if he wanted to play that game, so could I. Maybe it was because I'd told him about Gene, but he swore he wasn't jealous. I guess I should have realized at that point that we were growing apart, seen the writing on the wall as they say, but I guess I just wanted to hang on as long as I could.

So, dejected, hurt, and maybe a little angry, I drove to Tulsa that night and immersed myself in the gay scene. I made the rounds that night, winding up at Tiffany's and dancing the night away. As it neared closing time I realized I'd had way too much to drink, and I worried about my ability to drive home. Thankfully, a solution suddenly presented itself.

Oddly enough, his name was Rick, and though in his 30s, he was a very handsome and sexy guy. We started by dancing a few numbers, then he invited me to his table and we talked. I think what I like best about him was his intelligence and sense of humor. I supposed this might just be his way of seducing young guys like me, but after a while I began to see that he was really sincere and a great person.

As I mentioned, he was sexy too, and having never been with an older man, when he invited me to come home with him, I easily accepted. And what a home it was. His home was more of a mansion than a home, nestled in an area called Southern Hills. An electric gate was the first indication that this was no ordinary home, and as we drove up the paved driveway the house looming in the distance, I began to have doubts about whether I belonged here.

"You live here?" I said in awe.

"Not in the main house, in the guest house, but it's pretty nice too."

I relaxed a little, but I had to ask the obvious question, "So you're a guest here?"

"No, I work here. I'm the cook/butler for a family named Burke. They're big in the oil business. It's a great gig, lots of free time, and the pay is great."

"Wow, cool," I said, "and they don't care if you bring guys home?"

"It's my house, my rules. As long as we don't rob them or trash out the place, it's none of their business what I do."

We parked in front of what appeared to be a mini-version of the main house, and I could see that it also included a three car garage. Rick's quarters were actually above the garage area, and included a kitchen, two bedrooms, a nice living area, and a full bath with separate shower and tub. He showed me around, then offered me a drink, and I asked for something nonalcoholic. He returned with glasses of 7up and we sat on his couch and talked some more.

I sipped my drink and wondered what was next, and eventually the drinks and the late hour took it's toll and I began to doze off. Rick, being a perfect gentleman and host, led me to his bedroom and helped me undress down to my underwear then tucked me in.

I fell asleep almost instantly but was awakened a short time later when Rick crawled into bed fresh from his shower and still naked. 

"Hey," he said snuggling in beside me, "it's okay if you just want to sleep, I just like having someone in my bed, it's so comforting."

"Thanks, but I'm awake now," I said blushing.

He chuckled, "Well, let's see what happens, okay?"

We began by kissing, and soon we were rubbing around on each other, and one thing led to another, and next I was getting fucked. I'm not even sure how it happened. It seemed like one minute he was sucking me off, then I was on my stomach and he was inside me. The amazing thing is, there was no pain at all, and he was very gentle as he fucked me. 

He came hard and then lay down on me, pressing his body into mine, and I had to admit I really enjoyed the feeling of his skin against me. It was almost as good as when Ricky and I were together, almost, but not quite.

Afterwards, Rick pulled out and fell down beside me, rubbing my back and kissing my face till he was ready to go on. Next he rolled me onto my side, snuggled his rear against me and guided me inside him. I fucked him gently and slowly, then fell asleep as soon as I came. I guess he cleaned me up at some point, but I did not wake till morning.

With the new day came the guilt and shame that often hit me after sex with a stranger, but again Rick's calm and loving disposition pulled me through. We showered together and blew each other, and for once I didn't feel guilty afterwards. 

We dressed and he fixed me breakfast, then drove me back to get my car. We exchanged phone numbers, a first for me, and I drove home in a funk.  It would not be the last time I saw Rick, but it would be a while before I used that phone number.

Of course I had to confess to Ricky, and as I'd feared, my little tryst with Rick only drove us further apart. He continued to date Brenda, I continued to cruise in Tulsa, and by the time school was out, we were living two separate lives.

That's not to say we didn't still get together. Besides my dinners at his house with the family, and our seeing each other at work each day, Ricky would occasionally spend the night, and we would make love just like old times. It was amazingly wonderful and neither of us questioned what we had or how much longer it would last, but I think we were both just hanging on as long as we could.

We did manage a couple of solo camping trips that year, and making love in the tent was sweet. We had a genuinely good time, but once we were back in town, the old routine continued. Once we included Mikey in our camping plans, but Tony had moved away at the end of the school year, and he came alone. 

At his insistence, Ricky and I made love while Mikey watched and jerked off, and I couldn't help but be turned on by his hot little body. I came hard, and afterwards I let Ricky have his turn, and Mikey finished up watching his big brother pound me.

We didn't do a lot of talking after that, we all had our own feelings to deal with, and sleep was our escape from them. The next day nothing was said about the night's activities, but that night we repeated them with a slight twist.

"Why don't you suck Mikey off while I fuck you?" Ricky asked when it was his turn.

I was shocked, but excited at the prospect of having Mikey's gorgeous dick in my mouth, of tasting his delicious teenage spunk, but I didn't want to make things any more weird than they were.

"Are you guys sure?" I said.

"Yeah, we talked about it. Mikey wants you to, and it's fine with me," Ricky explained.

I wondered when they'd found time to discuss this, and remembered several times they'd been alone during the day. So, they discussed sex? That made me wonder, had they done anything together? I'd never asked, and Ricky had never mentioned it, but I knew if I'd been in Ricky's shoes, I'd have sucked my little bro long ago.

"Well, sure," I said grinning, "get over here stud."

Mikey was 14 now, and his dick was nearly as big as Ricky's, and quite a mouthful. He tasted similar to Ricky, but there was a subtle difference that made him unique. So mesmerized by the taste smell and feel of Mikey, that I was barely aware of Ricky making slow gentle love to me. Soon however, Ricky began to fuck harder and faster till he was banging away at me unmercifully. I had to grab onto Mikey's slender waist to steady myself, and soon Mikey was banging away at my mouth and throat as fast and furiously as his brother behind me.

It was a dream come true, spit roasted by two brothers, and to this day it remains to be one of the hottest sexual encounters of all time. It was so exciting in fact, that for the first time in my life, I came hands free as Ricky pounded my ass and Mikey filled my mouth with his hot teenage spunk. 

Ricky came next, flooding my insides with his baby batter, and I had never felt so alive or so happy in all my life. There was love there that night, love that had been expressed in a most basic and physical way, but even after, as we came down from our afterglow the love remained, quiet and all consuming, and we wallowed in it.

We fell down together, me in the middle and snuggled up and fell asleep that way, like three pups in a hay pile. I awoke once and felt something hard poking into my leg and discovered Mikey was hard again. I wrapped my hand around his dick and his eyes popped open, then he smiled, and I gave him a hand job. He shot on my hand and leg, and I licked as much off my hand as I could, then we both fell back asleep. Ricky however, slept through the whole affair.

School began again in September, and I saw less of Ricky, but enough to keep the feelings alive. I saw him everyday at work, and at least once a week I had dinner at his house. He continued to date Debbie, but as far as I knew I was his only source of sexual release.

Thanksgiving I spend entirely at my folks house, but Christmas Eve I spent with Ricky and his family. That night Ricky came home with me, and we made mad passionate love twice before falling asleep. He left after breakfast the next day, and I didn't see or hear from him till that Monday at work.

The New Year came and went, then our birthdays, and now I was 21 and Ricky was legal at last, at 18 years of age. The three year age difference was nothing now, but unfortunately we were not the same two people we'd been when our romance started.

Ricky graduated with Honors and no one there cheered as loudly as I did, though maybe Mikey came close. Speaking of Mikey, he and I had become closer now that Ricky and I were growing apart, and after our sexual encounter while camping, I'd begun to entertain impure thoughts concerning him.

That summer, Ricky surprised me by giving notice at work. He gave us two weeks, but by the time he finally left us, we still hadn't filled his position. He offered to stay longer, but Leroy said that was up to him, and though he was welcome to stay, it was not a big deal.

Ricky chose to quit, and I saw less and less of him after that. Although we did still see each other at his house, he seldom came by the apartment that summer, and we didn't get together more than a couple of times.

By fall, when Ricky went off to school, we no longer even discussed my moving to be near him. We both knew it was over, and we let it die. It was sad, but at the same time, it had been so long in coming, so gradual, that the pain was bearable. I wished Ricky well, and went about my life, and though I heard from him in an occasional letter, we didn't talk until he came home for the holidays that year.

Meanwhile I stopped going to Tulsa for a while, and concentrated on my job and being miserable. I still had dinner with the Williams at least once a week, and Mikey and I played a lot of chess that fall. Mikey was the one person who could cheer me up these days, and I enjoyed spending time with him, even if I did feel a little guilty about some of the thoughts I entertained about him. Like getting him naked and licking him from head to toe. 

Although Mikey was now 15, the age Ricky had been when I met  him, I was three years older too, and now there was a 6 year age difference which was enough to bother me. It wasn't any less legal than my relationship with Ricky had been, but it still seemed risky, even if Mikey was interested in me that way.

The Holidays came and went, I saw Ricky twice and he looked good, but the magic was gone, as the song says, The Thrill was gone, and I resigned myself to being alone again. Ricky returned to school, and life went on.

In January, there had been a light snow, but most of it was gone. I'd shoveled the walk in front of the store that day, and I was a little sore from the exertion. We'd gone through two sweep up boys after Ricky left, and presently were looking for a third, but with no luck so far.

That day, at closing time, I was just headed to lock the last remaining door when he walked in. I'd already sent everyone else home, so they could be home by dark, and it was just me.

"Hi," he said smiling, "I know it's closing time, but I need something for school, for gym."

"Ah, maybe one of these," I said leading him to the counter where we kept such things, then holding up a Bike supporter, I added, "I don't suppose you know your waist size?"

"No, is that important?" he said frowning.

"Yeah, but no problem," I said, "let me lock the front door so no one else wanders in, and I'll measure you."

"Aww..27, I said grinning, "the same as your big brother when he was your age."

"Should I try it on?" Mikey asked, grinning as I handed him a sized small supporter.

"I insist on it," I laughed, "right this way."

And thus began my new love affair.

 THE END

Many thanks to my Thunder Buddy Michael, for his invaluable contributions in editing, story ideas, illustrations, and most of all for believing in me. Swack...lol.

2-5-2021

I have updated my story list if you see any missing please let me know.

Other stories by Kewl Dad

* Denotes Series, rest are short stories

1. A Christmas for Joey

2. A Christmas With Nick

3. Accidental Dad*

4. Adolescent

5. Alex and Aidan*

6. Andy Tastes Like Candy

7. At the Dike*

8. Black Cock

9. Boy Glory Hole

10. Bullied

11. Christmas Boy

12. Christmas on the Street

13. CL Cock Sucker

14. Cory*

15. Corey's Scent

16. Cody's Christmas Wish

17. Dirt Bikes and Blowjobs

18. DMV Boy

19. Dougie's Story #Part 3 of a series

20. Emoji  (The Story of Joe)
    

21. The Family*

22. The Ginger and the Chub

23. Hair Salon Boys

24. Happy Valentine's Day Toby Grayson

25. I Heart You

26. Little Brother's Feet*

27. Lost in Fear*

28. Mars

29. McChicken

30. My Best Friend's Dad *Related story to My Son's Best Friends

31. My Not so Miserable Life

32. My Little Runaway #Part 1 of a series

33. My Son's Best Friends *Related series to My Best Friend's Dad

34. My 11th Summer*

35. One Night

36. Poindexter Files*

37. Pride-Pride

38. Rabbit: A Christmas Story

39. Rolo

40. Second Chance for Love

41. Six Black Boys*

42. Skateboard Boy*

43. Skateboard Christmas

44. Stranded on Christmas Eve

45. Sudden Family*

46. Taking a Chance on Love

47. The Year I Learned to Love my Brother (TYILTLMB)*

48. The Reynolds Twins*

49. Tommy Boy #Part two of a series

50. To the Max

51. Tracy*

52. Trailer Park Christmas

53. Trick or Treet Dress Up

54. Tween to Teen*

55. What a Dollar Will Buy

56. Wild Wild West Again

57. It's Amazing What Sex Can do for a Guy (as smoothoperator52)