Disclaimer: The following is a love story. It is a work of fiction; neither the characters nor the situations have any actuality in fact. There is strong homosexual content. If this offends you, leave now.
TOMORROW'S PRIZES
By Robert J. Cutter
Copyright 2000 by Robert J. Cutter - All Rights Reserved
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Chapter 7 - Whirlwind Weeks
It was a very crazy week for Jake and me. The chore never ceased. In fact, at the end of a very productive day I would have a "To Do" list with more items on it than I began with. It seemed to be a never-ending saga of doing and falling further and further behind.
Jake had a thorough physical check-up at a hospital in the Albany, NY area - a hospital that had received generous contributions from my mother's family over the years. One of medical research buildings on the campus was named for my grandparents. We were treated with great care and respect and Jake came away from the experience with a newly found understanding and appreciation of hospital procedures. It was extremely comprehensive and include MRIs, CAT scans, blood tests and god knows what else. After a very long day we were told to expect the full results in five to seven working days. We were also told to proceed with a light program of physical exercise until we received the results.
Jake was a wonderful companion and it was really great having someone around the house all the time. He made great company. He was funny and quite sharp-witted, although his slow and slurred speech made for difficulties and rather dragged out communications. He loved working in the garden and showed his prowess with tending the shrubs and the perennials. I knew he'd be a great asset when I planted the vegetable garden in late April or early May.
We visited a medical supply store and bought a new crutch for him. The old one had definitely seen better days and I was afraid that it would break while he was using it and cause him some injury. In fact, we bought two, keeping one as a spare. I hate to admit it, but seeing Jake on his one crutch, hobbling through the house or the garden always brought to mind Tiny Tim, from the Dickens' classic. But Jake was anything but tiny.
Jake familiarized himself with the town and the local merchants got to know him and pretty much understand what he was saying if he needed to visit the store by himself.
We were sleeping together regularly and it was quite wonderful having him share my bed. However, we did nothing together. There was almost no sex. I would jack him off occasionally but he made no overt moves to satisfy me in any way and I would resort to masturbation frequently to relieve the building pressure. He would not let me give him a blow job - he preferred to be jacked off while in the bath and occasionally I would put my mouth to his luscious cock to satisfy my own needs and wants when he had his eyes closed and his head thrown back. He may or may not have realized what I was doing but I really didn't care.
I very reluctantly came to the conclusion that Jake was not gay...and this was a tremendous disappointment. I had hoped that he was at least bisexual and eventually would come around and be able to give me some satisfaction. However, this did not happen and eventually I was able to get him into a discussion of the situation. Believe me when I say that it was a long, drawn out effort.
Jake told me that most of the surfer dudes in his group had some kind of sexual relationships with the other boys within the group. The guys were either gay, whereby they had sex exclusively with other gay guys in the group; they were bisexual, meaning (according to Jake) that they had sex with both other guys in the group or their girlfriends; or they were straight, as Jake was. Being straight meant that they would have sex only with their girlfriends; however, they would let the other guys (straight, gay or bi) masturbate them but not blow them or have sex with them. I must admit that it took me a while to evaluate that kinky setup.
The first time I asked Jake to masturbate me he seemed rather pleased to do it. However, it was not the most comfortable or exciting hand job I'd ever had. But he seemed to like doing it and I gave him permission to carry on. When I came it was with a pretty good rush - but I'd had better.
So our days settled down to pretty much of a routine. Jake would putter in the garden, nap or read while I would do various jobs around the house, shop and devote at least three hours a day to writing. I got a sudden inspiration about the direction of the show and I knew I wanted to set it all down permanently and for the record - just in case of any future problems. The second year of a series is always the hardest - the sophomore jinx year. The follow-up to a first year's success is always difficult and the critics are always out sniping for a moving target.
Jake would need a very good night sleep in order for him to be ready and alert the following day. This meant that he would be in bed between nine and ten o'clock and would generally rise at around seven. My hours were a little later and a little earlier and I would normally have breakfast ready for Jake when he arose.
Carlos came by every day or so, usually to bring some message from his father or some food from his mother. She (her name was Carla) was a phenomenal cook, originally from Guatemala, and able to cook absolutely anything. She was the type of cook who could taste a dish once, tell you exactly what was in it and practically duplicate it on her first try. His father's family (his name was William, or Bill) was originally from Germany; they had immigrated in the early 1930s and settled in Boston. Bill always wanted to be a farmer and had a degree in agriculture from Cook College in New Jersey. And he was a fabulous farmer - innovative and quite daring. The results of his methods had spread throughout this region of the northeast and he was celebrated by the local agricultural agencies and honored by his alma mater. Some of his techniques and innovations were later copied nationwide.
On a beautifully warm May afternoon, Jake and I were out on the terrace when Carlos came by with a fabulous smelling chicken and rice dish cooked up by Carla. We had been watching the maintenance crew get the swimming pool ready for the summer. Jake was excited about having the pool available; he still loved the water. I was very excited from watching the three beautiful young men, all stripped to their waists, working in the warm sun. They all looked to be in their early twenties, and were all exceptionally well developed. It was a truly wonderful exhibition of the male beauty.
"N-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ce!" Carlos whispered to me.
I tuned and smiled at him. "Very," I replied.
We just stood and watched and in about fifteen minutes the guys were finished. One of those beauties came walking us to us. He was carrying papers for me to sign and I had a check for him. First, he embraced Carlos and they kissed lightly. I was very surprised to see this open kind of affection but it didn't bother me at all. Carlos introduced me to Fran and we shook hands.
"Gonnah be dere Saturday?" Fran asked Carlos, speaking with a heavy southern drawl. I was checking out Fran rather carefully; he was a true beauty - a gorgeous redhead with huge bulging muscle, an enormous chest, huge biceps, perky nipples, slim waist and an adorable face.
"You bet your beautiful, tight ass I am!" Carlos responded.
"How's 'bout bringin' ya cute friend here," Fran said, looking directly at me.
"Well, why don't you ask him?"
Fran turned to me and blushed slightly. "Wanna come t'a party Sa'day naaht at mah place, Craig? I kin promise ya a real good tahm. Lotsa local beauties'll be theyah...an' a few outta town surprahses too. Okay?"
"Sure. Sounds great! Can I bring my houseguest?" I asked nodding towards Jake.
"Sho! Brin him 'long." Fran looked over at Jake, who was sitting on a chaise. "Sho looks cute." We all smiled. "Surfah dude?"
"How did you guess?"
"Whale, ah know ya work in Hollywood...an' once ya haid wess coass surfah meat ya kaint go back tuh the eass coass stuff ainy mo'." We all had a really hearty laugh with that one.
After the crew left, the three of us went into the house. Jake immediately wanted to go swimming but I told him the we needed to wait twenty-four hours for the chemicals to circulate properly and for the water to be filtered. He was mighty disappointed, and went into his bedroom.
"So tell me about Fran?" I said looking at Carlos.
He blushed adorably and gave me a big smile. "He lives in the Albany area and I met him at a party there last winter. He'd come up from Georgia hoping to get work around here. I put him in touch with Stu Donovan and he took him on. Good looking, isn't he?" he asked with a wonderfully big, wide, toothy smile.
"Absolutely." I was cautious with my next statement. "How...how often have you, you know, seen him."
"Fran and I are just sorta regulars. Nothing exclusive, nothing binding, just sorta regulars. That's all."
I shook my head and laughed slightly. "Shit, Carlos, I didn't even know you were gay."
He looked at me with an almost "come hither" stare. "I am, Craig. I definitely am." He paused, drew a deep breath and spoke rather hesitantly. "When we, the two of us, used to play together, I...I always felt myself being...being attracted to you. You were so cute, so goddamned cute and cuddly...I don't know. I useta love when we would play rough and you'd hold me. I wanted that more than anything. Of course, you were a lot old than me, but it didn't matter one bit. I was still incredibly drawn to you...but never did anything...I just didn't know...know how you'd react." He looked directly at me, his gaze burning into me. You're still exceedingly cute and very handsome, Craig...and I'll bet very cuddly."
I put my hand out and he grasped it. He then threw both of his hands around my waist and pulled me forward; I lowered my face and kissed Carlos full on his beautiful, luscious lips. It was an exquisite kiss - robust yet gentle, friendly yet intensely erotic. We went into the house and slowly walked to my bedroom...and locked the door.
Chapter 8 -Afternoon With Carlos
His body was absolutely stunning. I could not believe that my little playmate from all those years ago had developed into such a thrilling and completely compelling adult. He was lying on the bed and was completely naked. We had slowly undressed each other and I thrilled at the sight of Carlos. I had rubbed various area of his body while undressing him including his ears, nipples, armpits, his beautiful ass mounds and his tantalizing crotch, and I became more excited as I serviced each new region of his incredibly tight, compact and awesome frame.
He held his arms open to me and I quickly moved to him and joined him in a huge, all encompassing body clench. We rubbed all parts of our bodies together and the feeling, to me at least, was phenomenal.
"California seems to agree with you, Craig. You look and feel great...really great!"
"Physically it agrees...mentally it doesn't."
"Well, I'll be honest with you, if you had blonde hair you could pass for a surfer boy."
"I may be in good shape but not that great."
"Oh, yes you are! Don't put yourself down. Believe me. It's true!"
I know I blushed at his extravagant statements. "Maybe I'll bleach it. How's about tomorrow?"
"I'd love to help," he practically cooed in my ear. He also did something else to my ear - ran his tongue all around it, into every crease and crevice. It was really so comforting to feel him doing this. It had been so long since I had someone in my bed that could do with me, and for me, what I wanted him to do.
Meanwhile, I ran my hands over any area of his body that I could reach. Carlos' body felt wonderful - his skin was smooth, he was relatively hairless and his muscles were taut and terrifically hard.
When I had first seen him naked on the bed, I was immediately aroused and very, very wanting - I totally wanted his body and anything else he could and would give to me. I wanted our bodies to be together, locked in fabulous and passionate love. Carlos was extraordinary good looking and just about the direct opposite of my young, crippled surfer boy. I found everything about him so generously and genuinely desirable. I was in heaven.
I maneuvered myself up closer to him - the tremendous heat emanating from his body and the wonderful aroma he was giving off had me sweating with passion and desire. He was completely pleasing - he was everything I wanted in a man right now - he had everything - and, unlike Jake, he was completely and totally willing, anxious for my love, and right here in my bed.
Carlos moved his hands behind his head and was so incredibly delicious looking. His body was very, very muscular, and so magnificently proportioned. Even though he was short (I'd say about 5'-6" or 5'-7" and weighted about 135 to 140 pounds), everything was in spectacular form and shape. My mouth was literally watering at the sight of this incredibly compact stud. Why was this guy so perfect? Was I exaggerating his beauty and desirability in my mind because of my striking out with Jake? Or was Carlos really this highly luscious and this perfect?
I slowly let my eyes traverse his magnificent form. He was grinning widely and his perfectly straight, very white teeth almost glowed. His face was so handsome, so masculine, yet still so boyishly good looking. His superbly sculpted high cheekbones looked almost startling with that big smile playing across his face. He was beautiful, adorable and cute - all rolled into one compact, scrumptious package. His various aspects shone through.
All the features of his face combined to make a magnificent whole - his small, delicate looking ears (how I longed to suck on them and push my tongue into each and every small, delectable crevice). His large, almost hypnotic dark eyes, beautiful thin straight eyebrows, and with long dark lashes magnificently highlighting each eye (I so wanted to kiss each one repeatedly). And then there was his gorgeous upturned little nose, so delicate and so beautifully sculpted. His beard was so sparse that it looked like Carlos barely needed to shave.
I looked down his body after I was finally able to drag my eyes away from his remarkable face. His body was awe-inspiring - I mean, totally awe-inspiring. As I've already said, he had a petiteness to him but it was a magnificent petiteness. Everything was in such incredible proportion that it was absolutely breathtaking. I don't mean to sound overly effusive and gushy, but Carlos was one of the great specimens of manhood I had ever come across. And right in my own backyard - literally!
My eyes continued to traverse his body, from his magnificently muscled and sculpted arms (with incredibly sweet tufts of hair in his armpits), down his wonderful shaped and incredibly well defined pecs (each crowned with a gorgeous, beckoning and fully erect little tit), to his gloriously chiseled abs (standing out in fabulous high relief). I could not have been more delighted.
And then...and then my eyes moved to the area of Carlos' crotch. And it was like nothing I had ever seen or encountered before! I was absolutely stunned at what I saw. Carlos had the most diminutive cock I had ever seen on a mature man. When I had glimpsed it earlier in our session, I thought it only looked small because of the angle I was at and the subdued lighting in the room
But as I now was able to see his entire package in greater detail, I was quite taken aback by the really small size of Carlos' equipment. His cock was very small and the scrotum under this cock did not seem to be very much bigger. In fact, I had to look twice to even see the ball bag. It looked like it just wasn't even there. It appeared to be nothing more than a wrinkled, darker piece of skin at the base of his dick.
The hair in his crotch was very sparse and what there was was very dark, much like the hair on his head. He was uncircumcised and had a beautiful and quite long foreskin.
I didn't stare too long; I didn't want Carlos to become too aware of me staring at his dick. I certainly didn't want him to become too self-conscious of my actions. I continued looking down his body, at two beautifully muscular legs, just lightly hairy, the hair only below his calves. And what wonderful, small, exquisitely shaped feet and gorgeous toes he had! They were endearing and lovely...and, again, exceedingly cute.
I had never been with a man who was so...who had such a...well, frankly, who's cock was this small. I didn't know how I'd react or if I was even reacting - and Carlos could see that information written on my face.
However, something changed all of that. I suddenly noticed that I was leaking an incredible amount of pre-seminal fluid. I could feel the wetness of it all. I was unable to ever remember having anything like this copious amount of pre-cum pumping out of me. It was a veritable torrent. I now knew, and this absolutely confirmed it for me, that I was extremely aroused by the sight of Carlos and his body...and that I was even turned on by the size of his diminutive dick.
"Everything about me is small, isn't it Craig?" Carlos said with a certain wastefulness to his voice. It broke me out of my own reveries.
I nodded and flashed him a big smile. "Yes, that's true. But you are also extremely desirable...and exceedingly beautiful...and enormously attractive, Carlos. Everything is so magnificently proportioned. I absolutely...and positively adore everything I see! You are gorgeous!"
He gave me a warm smile. "Thanks a lot, Craig. You're a good friend."
"And I hope to be an even better lover!"
He smiled again and spoke hesitantly. "Some guys I've been with...you know, they've thrown me out of their beds...when they, you know, when they get a look at my...my equipment...or my lack of it."
"Well, sweetie, I may just have to do the exact opposite of those stupid assholes. I may make you a permanent occupant of my bed because I find every single thing about you - even your so-called lack of equipment - to be absolutely luscious...and completely desirable!"
He gave me a delectable smile again and I knew that I was totally under his spell...I was enraptured with this beautiful, young guy. I was tremendously desirous of having that exquisite small cock in my mouth, working it for all it was worth, sucking its full length, letting my tongue explore the area under his foreskin, and then moving behind his scrotum and the entrance to his most private area.
I put my arms around him and hugged him close to my body again. I was almost afraid of smothering him; I was so much larger than he was. He seemed so delicate and small despite his great muscles and superb build.
"Are you doin' okay, Craig?" he whispered into my ear.
"I'm doin' great, Carlos!" I responded with enthusiasm. "Absolutely great! How you doin'?"
"I'm doin' marvelous. All my wishes are coming true. I have you in bed with me...after so many years of hoping and praying and wondering and..." He smiled at me and I thrilled at the sight and feel of him. He was warm and so delightful cute and so very, very cuddly. The feel of his small dick pressing into the area above my crotch was sending waves of passion and jolts of electricity through me. It was exquisite!
I drew my head back slightly and looked at his face again. I studied it intently and deeply and, I think, meaningfully. Carlos was so utterly and completely desirable - he was just what I wanted and so deeply (and desperately) needed. Why hadn't I known this before? Why hadn't I noticed him before? Why had I ignored my former playmate for so many years? And what happened now to trigger this passion and completely uncontrollable lust in me? These were the questions that needed answering...but not now. Now I had Carlos...and now I wanted to ravish his superb body, make sweet unending love to him, and have the two of us become one. Friends becoming lovers, lovers becoming unending friends.
Chapter 9 - Evening With Jake
Jake and I were eating dinner and the animals were begging for food. We ate in almost complete silence, hardly speaking to each other. I thought the food I had prepared was exceptionally good - a barbecued loin of pork served with sweet potatoes, broccoli and cheese biscuits. I ate heartily, having had plenty of "exercise" this afternoon with Carlos. Jake just seemed to be picking at his food and not eating very much. When I asked him if anything was the matter, he shook his head. He continued to nibble at his food and finally got up and hobbled very slowly to his room.
After I cleared away the dishes, wrapped the leftovers and fed the animals, I walked to his room. The door was closed, which was very unusual. We normally slept together in my bed and he usually kept the door to his room opened all the time. As I walked up to the door, I heard sobbing coming from inside. The only thing I could think of was that Jake had somehow injured himself and was crying. The sobbing continued and I knew I would have to go in and speak with him. I lightly tapped on the door and there was no response. I knocked harder. Still no response. Then I heard Jake shouting.
"Guh...way...Gray. Guh...way!"
"What's the matter, Jake? What's wrong?"
"Juss...guh...away!"
"Is it something I've done? Tell me! Please speak to me! I know something's bothering you."
There was silence. However, I heard some movement in the room and Jake slowly opened the door. He moved back and seated himself on the bed, his chin hanging down against his chest. His backpack was on the bed and some of his clothes were also spread out. It looked like he was beginning to pack his belongings.
"Ahm...go...in...Gray. Ahm...go...in...tah...morrah...morn...in."
"But why do you want to leave? Haven't you had a good time here? Hasn't it been nice?"
He nodded. "Verr...ah nith. Buh, ah...nee...tah...get...ah...lawn...on...mah...trip."
"Okay, Jake. If you say so. Fine. I'll let you pack you stuff then." I turned to leave the room, then turned back to look at him again. "This was rather sudden, wasn't it?"
"Nah...weely."
"You've been planning all along to leave this week?" He nodded. "Okay, if you say so." I left, walked into the family room and turned on the TV, again watching a baseball ballgame. George and Ringo came in and settled on the couch next to me. And about ten minutes later I heard Jake dragging himself slowly down the hallway. He came into the room and sat down in "his" chair.
"Ca...ah...tell...ooo...sum...tin, Gray?'
"You can tell me anything you want, Jake. Or not, as the case may be."
He nodded slightly and looked directly at me. I was almost overwhelmed by his boyish beauty. I had been taking him for granted for the last couple of weeks but now I saw once again the incredible good looks that first drew me to him even though he looked so forlorn and ragged that first day when I found him in the barn.
He sat completely still for a minute or two and did nothing but stare at me. Then, he took a deep breath and began to speak, in his usual very slow and very halting manner. "Ah...ah...herd...ooo...an...Car...low...in...beh...tuh...day."
So that was it. That's what's been bothering him. He'd been spying on us. He'd been surreptitiously listening at the locked bedroom door as Carlos and I had our delicious matinee interlude of hot, passionate sex. It was obviously troubling him. Well, maybe he couldn't stay with a practicing (a very practicing) gay man, despite what I had thought. My ability to satisfy him by periodically masturbating him to powerful orgasms was obviously not sufficient to make him stay.
"I understand, Jake. I understand perfectly about you not wanting be staying in a house where gay sex is occurring. Yes, Carlos and I are both gay - although I only found our recently that he was bent my way. I'm sure you've known, since we first met, that I'm gay." He did not react. "Christ, I've said it enough times and mentioned it in stories and anecdotes." Now he nodded his head rather slowly. "Did it disturb you to know we were together?"
He nodded very slightly this time. "A...witte..." he said with not too much conviction.
"Why did it disturb you?"
He just shrugged his shoulders and looked at the floor. "I remember you telling me all about your surfer-dude buddies out in California and how there were gay guys and bisexual guys and also straight guys. How you all got along so great together. Didn't you? Helping each other and satisfying each other's need?" He nodded his head slightly. "Then why should what Carlos and I did this afternoon - in the privacy of my own locked bedroom, I might add - bother you?"
He did not respond but just continued to stare at the floor. I was getting more than a little annoyed with his attitude. "I think you're applying a double standard here - one for your surfer buddies and one for me."
Cindy wandered into the room, slowly over to Jake and sat at his feet. He leaned forward and scratched her head. He smiled at her and she closed her eyes in appreciation.
We both sat quietly with our own private thoughts. I don't know what Jake was thinking about but I was replaying the magnificent afternoon of lovemaking with my wonderful Carlos - my magnificent Carlos - my thrilling Carlos.
It was wonderful and so very fulfilling - among the best sex I've ever had - with anyone! And this despite the immediately apparent size and supposed limitations of Carlos' penis. Why did I even think of his dick as being diminutive? That was really stupid of me! Carlos' dick was a perfect size for me and my repertory of strange likes and dislikes...absolutely perfect. It presented entirely no problems at all...absolutely none.
He cock fit so comfortably in my mouth - no gagging, no aching, not straining, no nothing! It was marvelous. I was able to work on his entire length and that incredibly luscious foreskin without any problems at all...absolutely no problems. I treasured every second! He was delicious - absolutely delicious!
When he reached his climax it was totally delightful. He didn't produce torrents of jism (his rather small testicles just couldn't produce that much) and I was able to handle his output just fine - very comfortably, without any problems whatsoever. Carlos was very tasty, in more ways than one.
Then he worked on me and I exalted in the feel of his hands and mouth working on various parts of my body. I continued to experience the feeling of never having been this hot before; maybe it was the thought of us, as boys, playing and swimming together that made me this way. Whatever it was, when he begged me to fuck his beautifully sculpted, muscular, rather tight little ass, I was only too happy to oblige. He was so fabulously inviting and so marvelously ready. It was an incredible lesson in lovemaking. It was lovemaking the way it should be and all too often is not - it was relaxed, comfortable and reassuring to both parties.
After the fabulous sex, Carlos and I cuddled and kissed, held each other and napped for about an hour. We then showered, had a light snack before he headed home. It was a great afternoon, one that I hoped would be repeated on many, many occasions in the future. When he left, I had a warm, serene, loving feeling envelop me. I was very contented.
I snapped myself out of my reveries and looked up. Jake was staring at me again. He looked worried and maybe even a little scared. I smiled at him and he managed a smile back, but there was still a look of uncertainty and, to some extent, there was fear written on his features.
I slapped my knees and stood up; his eyes followed me. "Okay, Jaky! Let's get you packed and ready for the road again. You're right! It's time for you to move on." I helped him stand up and handed him his crutch. "It's going to be a big day tomorrow. Let's get going!"
(To Be Continued...)
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