Date: Thu, 4 Dec 2008 10:43:31 -0800 (PST) From: D One Subject: Return He walked down the road amazed it was still dirt despite being main road to town. The store was the same too. Arnie drank three NEHIs and started the walk back to the home he grew up in. The sun was as hot as he remembered causing him to remove first his shirt then his shoes which bounced against his chest and back as they hung by tied laces on his shoulder. Everything seemed the same. He stopped to release processed NEHI and walked on. Occasionally a truck or car would speed by making stones and dirt fill the air. Arnie would avoid being hit by flying stones as he stopped to watch the cloud of dirt rise behind the departing vehicle. There was something almost surreal as the cloud slowly dissolved revealing the magically dissappeared car. He walked that distance many times since he was first allowed to leave the house alone. His shirtless and barefoot journey tanned and toughened him then but not as tough as some other kids. St. Anne's county was a little place hidden away from paved highways and freeways though very close to major cities. It borderes on the Chesapeke Bay full of saltwater crabs, various kinds of fish and those damn jelly fish. More then once he ran crying from the bay having been stung. His mother would console him but his father would say "man up" or something like that. After his mother left, he heard only his father's words. He cried less then. A school bus beeped it's horn as it slowed and stopped by mail boxes. Laughing kids got off and ran down a road towards their home, he assumed. Arnie didn't know them. He had been gone for a long time. After the bus traveled beyond it's sound, there was a calm. Chirping birds seemed to have quieted and there was no early sounds of crickets. In past journeys he could hear the horns from partying boats on the other side of the forrest. But this was a weekday and tourists didn't arrive till Friday. He stopped as if mesmorized by what he saw. A pile of rocks, a path into the woods, a grou pf tall evergrees and a pile of discarded furniture. Beyond that were half wrecked picnic tables. It was the same. The trash had changed but the tables, rocks, trees were the same. Arnie couldn't believe that after 7 years it was the same. It wasn't a pleasant memory to be sure and it haunted him from time to time. I confronted him now. He was fifteen, shirtless, barefoot, walking from the store a mile away. The truck sped down the road and swerved on the dirt road throwing rocks everywhere. Arnie looked back as if expecting that same truck to arrive. The solitude of the vacant road was both calming and scary. The three were loud, cursing, laughing and drunk, or at least they acted like it. He knew them from school. Clark, Bennie and Martin. They hung out together all the time causing havoc whenever they could at school or other places. "Hey babeeee" they called to him. He had to act as if they didn't alarm him. "Lookn sexy faggot" Guys called each other such names greeting them or fighting them. It didn't suprise him. What did suprise him was they got out of the truck and quickly were on him pouring beer down his throat and threatening to piss on him. Clark was the ring leader, he always was. He held his penis waving it as he peed the processed beer. Each time he waved it, the bully threatened to piss on Arnie. "Hey you like this big one don't you" Clark had noticed Arnie looking at his cock. It was big, fat and the strength of the urine flow was impressive. Bennie and Martin pissed too but neither measured up to Clark. "Hey let the queer boy suck our cocks. He's hungry for it" Clark said. Arnie knew it was time to leave and muttered a "fuck off" and turned to leave. They grabbed him and pushed Arnie to the ground. Clark held the hardening cock very close to his lips. "He wants it" Clark told his buddies "Then he'll suck you two" he promised. Arnie refused to open his mouth despite the cock touching him. Bennie or Martin, he couldn't tell which, pinched his nose. Arnie had to breathe and gasped for air. Clark's cock moved inside. "Now suck and if you bite me I'll fucking kill you" Clark said already thrusting his hips. "Shit man someone will see" one of the others suggested. Clark grabbed Arnie by the neck almost lifting him off the ground as the four moved off the road and behind trees. "You are gonna have more cock then you ever had before" Clark said as Arnie was once again shoved to the ground. The cock moved against his mouth and he opened it without being forced. "Shit man he is a cock sucker" Martin reacted pressing his cock next to Clarks. "Hey my turn, you can have his ass if you want it, right queer boy?" Arnie heard the words and feared what was going to happen to him. "Come to think of it, you can have this end" One cock left his mouth and another replaced it. Arnie felt the smaller cock slide between his lips. He also felt the hands yanking on his shorts. They moved him to the wooden picnic table which were nearly a rubble but supported his naked body. He struggled but was soon naked on his hands and knees. Martin was still thrusting his cock. Clark, Arnie assumed, raped him. It hurt like hell but Arnie wasn't inexperienced and knew he had to relax and take it. They three laughed, cursed him and took turns fucking ass and mouth until Arnie was left on the ground curled in a ball. The taste of sperm was on his toungue. He was wet with both sperm and piss the three had added to their insulting lust. His butt felt wet too. He heard them call him names as they piled in the truck and speed away. The sound of the spinning tires told Arnie he was safe now. The memory of the rape still haunted him. What he did next shamed him. Laying in the wet dirt Arnie grabbed his hard penis and masturbated adding his own sperm to the wet spots on his body and the surrounding ground. He released clensing piss as well. Then locating his discarded and torn shorts, he continued his journey fearing what would happen if the three told others in school he was queer. Arnie was gay. He knew that. How Clark and the others knew he wasn't sure. Only an unnamed tourist and his father knew. He was younger then. After pumping gas at his father's bay side station, he often was chatted to by customers. One asked many questions about places and offered Arnie money to show him fishing spots. Without telling his father where he was going, Arnie arose at 5 am to meet the man and rode with him to the far side of Bay Island where fishing was good. There the man stripped naked saying he always fished that way and urged Arnie to do so. For some reason Arnie stripped and that resulted in learning about blowjobs and getting fucked "like a man" the guy said. His repeated meetings with the man filled his young pockets with cash and his head with the realization he liked it. Arnie stood in the middle of the area where he had been raped 7 years ago. He wasn't sure why he was there. There wasn't anything there from that time. A discarded rubber made him laugh. The tables still had a purpose. He laughed at himself too. His cock had expanded under his shorts. The house was quiet. The tank truck had awakened him that morning depositing boat fuel into the storage tanks. His Step Uncle ran that busines for years and it continued. Friday would see tourists stopping by to refule their speed boats, outbound motors and plastic containers. That's why the funeral was scheduled for Tuesday so as to not conflict with everyone's work. He had flown from California back to the home he knew but hadn't seen for 7 years. He saw his father for the first time since then too. They had spoken and there were letters. But there were no visits. His father looked calm and no longer threatening as he lay in the wooden box. Arnie shook hands and thanked well wishers who he didn't know. Then he stared as Clark appeared wearing a black shirt and jeans. "Sorry man" he said as if they had seen each other throughout the seven years. "Gonna hang around?" he asked. "Just for the summer" Arnie had many decisions to make. What to do with the house and business he inherited, bills, lnsurance, other relatives. He decided to live in the house for the tourist season then close it up in the fall. "Cool, maybe I'll come by" Clark said. He smiled. "we can re live memories" his smile turned into what Arnie identified as sensous or something more. He saw Martin in the crowd too but he didn't come over. "Benny still around?" Arnie really didn't care. He didn't know what else to say. "Marines" Clark said. Their unexpected chat was interupted by other town people expressing their condolesing. "I'm uh Tim. I work, well worked for your Step Uncle. I do the pumps" a freckle faced younger guy was in line to shake his hand. "Uh you still want me to uh work?" he said. "I guess. Yea, do whatever my Step Uncle had you doin" Arnie hadn't thought about people who worked at the pump for his Step Uncle. They were doing what he was when he lived at home. "Oh well I'll come over early then" Tim said. He smiled while his eyes looked at Arnie up and down. Arnie didn't think anything of it though he saw the impressive package the kid had and mentally chastised himself for thinking of sex at his Step Uncle's funeral. He got in the town car that would return Arnie home. The crowd had left. Earth movers and grave diggers remained to put his father's body in the ground. Arnie didn't cry. He missed the man he had to admit. The deep voice. The good things like learning to fish, pump gas, fight. He even included that day the special talk revealed his father knew he was gay. "So you been haning out with Mr. Owen huh?" he started the conversation. "He's gone now. Went home" Arnie said thinking his Step Uncle might be jealous or something. "Make money?" he asked "Yes Sir". "Did he teach you about sex?": the man asked calmly. Arnie was taken aback but the calm and casual way his father asked prompted him to tell the truth. "Yes Sir" "Like it?" "Yes Sir" "Here" He had seen his father's penis when he saw his Step Uncle naked around the house. The summer heat, lack of females and being just the two of them, his Step Uncle was naked allot. He wasn't sure then what to do next. But somehow he was kneeling and sucking his Step Uncle's penis. "Nice you learned good" His Step Uncle complimented him after despositing his sperm and encouraging Arnie to swallow it all. Arnie wasn't sure he was supposed to do that. He didn't know who to ask. The times his Uncle had him sleep naked with him afterwards usually involved sex, oral and anal. Arnie liked feeling the man holding him. He felt secure and enjoyed the sex. Eventually words like incest, fag, gay, queer, became clear to him. Even now he felt dumb agreeing to do it with the man. And even dumber as he remembered asking to do it sometimes. "What happened to you?" he was asked returning home with the bruises, black eye and abrasions. He told his Step Uncle about the rape. The man acted pissed off and accused him of doing it willingly. "If anyone finds out they'll know about us" he said. Arnie packed his suitcases, boxes and left to live with his grandparents in California within days. All he could think of was that the man who had been a virtual father to him didn't want him any more because of the rape. Over the years he realized the man was afraid authorities would find out about and arrest him for having sex with a minor. He had written in a note that he wouldn't ever tell anyone, in fact he liked being with the man. But there were others involved. Arnie now back home lay on the bed that he had once shared with his Step Uncle and slept. Dreams of grandparents. college friends, lovers and his deceased Uncle displayed on the monitor in his brain. The warmth of lips on his cock was the final dream though he couldn't make out the face of the lover. There had been many, some casual, others long term. He had enjoyed college for many reasons including the freedom to live and love without hiding from his grandparents. He had signed on to work on a Masters. And he still planned to continue in the fall after he decided what to do with the house. "Shit" he woke up suddenly. The freckled cheek he saw bulged with his morning erection. Arnie didn't know whether to push the kid away or what. His body decided as it erupted almost immediately. "Shit you were horny" Tim said as he wiped it from his face and bare chest. "Was that part of your job for the old man?" Arnie laughed. "Yep that and more" Tim admitted. "I woke him up, made breakfast, ran the pumps all day and sometimes I slept over" "It's not the weekend yet" Arnie said failing to think of a better response. "Yea but I figured you could use the distraction and I can stay over tonight so we have an early start tomorrow. They come early on Thursdays" Tim said as he sat up on the bed. He was naked. "You're naked" Arnie observed. "Yea, the old man liked me that way, do you want me to put something on?" Tim suddenly grew self conscious. "No no, it's ok. We used to hang out nude" Arnie said. "I know" Tim said as he got off the bed so Arnie could straighten the covers as he arose. "He told you?" Arnie "All the time. Hell he told Morrison too. He's the other guy who works. But he works only on Saturday and Sundays." Tim walked towards the door "Eggs or Cereal or what?" Arnie decided to immulate his once fathering figure remaining naked too. The breakfast he shared with the younger guy was good. "So how old are you?" He feared the answer. "18, don't worry, I'm legal" Tim said wisely. There was much to learn about the seven years since he lived there. Tim would tell him what he knew. "So you're Morrison?" Arnie had walked to the docks. It was Saturday and two boats had just fueled and sped away. "Yes Sir. You're the old man's kid?" the boy was tall, beefy, wore a armless and sideless sweatshirt, football pants and flip flops. Arnie couldn't help but notice the bulge that the laces held tight. "Arnie. He was my Uncle, Step Uncle actualy" "Sorry man, I mean sorry about his uh you know" Morrison was ill at ease. "Thanks. You ok?" Arnie didn't know what to ask. "Yea been busy this morning. Looks like all off DC is up here this weekend" the boy slipped his shirt off. The sun bounced off a gold ring that dangled from his left nipple. "Tim stay over?" he asked. "Tim? Oh uh yea, early start. He said he used to do that when the old man was around" Arnie said. The smile on Morrison's face answered the unasked questions Arnie had hoped for. "Yea? cool. Yea I stay late on Sundays until all the boats are back. We always have someone stranded or late or stuff. Tim and I run out gas containers for em" Morrison said Arnie nodded. He remembered it all. Somethings hadn't changed since he was standing on the very spot where Morrison stood waiting for customers. "So I kind of stay over that night" Morrison fingered his nipple ring. "The old man gave me this" Morrison explained seeing Arnies eyes on it. "Cool, well if you need me give me a call, I'll be around" Arnie turned away so his erection that had begun to tent his running shorts wouldn't be noticed. He heard the boats come and go. Tim and Morrison's laughter and occasional yelling. At the end of the day he'd count the receipts just like the old man used to. Arnie lay on the towels he had spread out under the hot sun. The fence guarded the view of his naked body. "Hey" the voice said and startled Arnie. It was Clark. "I thought I'd come by and see how you doin" he said smiling. The former attacker was still wearing the black shirt and jeans he wore at the funeral. "I'm fine" Arnie said trying not to sound irritated by the unexpected company. "Shit you're just like him" "What?" "Your Uncle. He used to lay out here like that getting sun all the time" Clark sat on the grass next to him and peeled his shirt off. Arnie knew his Uncle did that. He had seen him many times and sometimes joined him. "Yea, I know. Out here away from everyone, you can run around naked indoors or out" Arnie said revealing more then he planned. "Yea I know" Clark immitated Arnie's answer as he unzipped his fly. "Mind if I join you?" "Uh no, I was going inside in awhile though before I get too burned" "Got some lotion?" Clark asked looking around. His shoes were off, his pants too. He wore no underwear. "yea somewhere" Clark had already found it and began applying it to Arnie's back. He didn't stop him. "We missed you man" "Shit that was 7 years ago I left" "I always wondered if you left because of what we uh you know did fooling around like that?" Clark's hands seemed to focus on Arnie's white buttocks as he asked. "Naw, my Uncle wanted me to go to my Grand Parents" Arnie explained "and I don't remember us fooling around, you guys raped me" he added feeling Clark's hands stop. "Shit man we were just fooling, you know horny guys, hot summer" Clark resumed spreading the lotion "Besides I knew about you". "What about me?" "That you were gay" Clark said matter of factly. "How did you know that?" "Well don't tell anyone especially my wife. You remember Esther Bellflower? We're hitched now. Anyway, you weren't the only kid making money from tourists." Clarks finger moved between Arnie's buttocks and slowly moved over his butthole lips. Arnie's cock grew under him. "Married?" Arnie asked "Kids?" "Naw she can't have em. Hell we hardly have sex anymore. She's away for the summer, her folks. Left me here to work." Clark's finger moved across the butthole lips again. "You like that?" Arnie didn't answer he didnt' have to. "So where you workin?" "I still do..oh you don't know. I work on cars, engines, anythiong mechanical I guess you'd say. If any of your tourists need engine work, call me." His finger moved inside slowly. "Want me to stop?" Clark asked as his knucled deep finger massaged Arnie's prostate. "Not unless you want to fuck me" Arnie turned his head. His smile puntuated his reply. The fucking wasn't like the one Arnie remembered in the woods. It was slow and sensual, not hurried and agressive. Arnie almost wanted the former. "Shit man for a gay guy you're tight" Clark grunted. The weight of his body against Arnie's was surprizingly light. Arnie concentrated on the feeling hoping to evaluate the size of the boys cock. "Cummn" grunted Clark. "Shit man, you're a good fuck just like I remembered": Clark folled to Arnie's side. "What about you?" Arnie asked as he propped himself on an elbow revealing his own hard cock. "What?" "Are you a good fuck?" They wrestled like teenagers, laughing and flexing. Clark was stronger and could have resisted but his legs bent up towards his chest easily as Arnie thrusted into his ass. "I've wanted to do that for years" Arnie said offering Clark a beer as they sat in the kitchen. "I figured" Clark said "I don't usually do that" "Still a top huh?" "Yeah mostly but sometimes you know a guy has all kinds of needs" he said "Morrison has a great cock" "You get fucked by that kid?" Arnie asked. "Summers' are still hot here" Clark smiled as he pulled his shirt on. "Gotta run, maybe I can come back over this summer. With her gone, nights can get kind of uh you know." "Sure come back. Tim stays sometimes, I think Morrison stays over Sunday nights" Arnie said "or so they tell me" Clark lifted Tim's discarded shorts. "Yea I see" the laughed. "God you're just like your old man. See you later....." he stopped and turned back "I'm glad you're back, it's gonna be a hell of a summer". Arnie washed himself and let his body rid itself of beer. He'd pull on shorts, check on Tim and Morrison, maybe hang out there awhile. And maybe he'd walk to the store for a Nehi. Just like he used to do as a kid living here with his Step Uncle. The same place and the same man he had missed for seven years.