Date: Wed, 30 Jan 2002 14:05:48 -0800 From: Rick Beck Subject: Billie Joes Journal Chapter 2 Chapter 2 Seattle, My Kind Of Town When we came down to Seattle he started to hold my hand under the blanket all the time. We'd didn't try any more sex stuff under there. I didn't know that I liked it at first but later I liked it plenty, because he said, "Maybe we should spend a few more days together." He said I should tell my brother I had to stay with him before he left because he was alone and all and didn't know anyone there. The bus pulled into the middle of Seattle after the morning was ended. Carl and myself were forced back together again by the press of other passengers but he kept holding my hand and looking on me all the time. He had no trouble doing that because he sat five or six inches higher than I did. He was most of six two and I was five foot five when I stood up real straight like your parents are always saying to do. That way he still could look down on me, easy. We got to talking about our dimensions and that's what he told me about his height. I won't tell you about other measurements he gave me. He told me that his privates were private but on account I had taken such nice care with his, he'd let me in on it. It really didn't mean anything to me then because there was nothing to compare with, but I found out later that Carl is a man among men. Yes! You caught me. I have looked, for sure. I went off the bus in front of him. He held his bag up on his shoulder and his best part pressed against the middle of my back. It took maybe five minutes to get off that bus, and I wanted to wait for everyone to get off and drag Carl back to the back to maybe talk a little longer or something. He seemed very sad when we stood at the bottom of the bus's stairs. "Do you think your brother would let us stay together?" "Don't know," I said, but I thought it would be cool. John came out of the depot door as soon as he saw me. He came right up and hugged me. My brother had never done that before, I don't think, but all the time he was looking at this great big green-suited guy beside me. "Hi, John. This is Carl. We met up on the bus. He took care of me and all. I want him to stay with me until he goes to Japan after three more days if he can." My brother's hand shot out for Carl. Carl first looked at it and tried to smile as he shook it. "What have you got in mind, kiddo. I got to talk to Mom and Dad about what you are doing you know." "Sure, and that's okay, but don't you go telling them I'm staying with Carl in his motel downtown. That's all." ` "Wait! Wait! What's this about staying downtown in a motel room?" "Carl's going to Japan, John. He's fighting for our country. He wants to see the city, not the U. District." "We're fighting Japan now are we Carl? They must have missed that one on the evening news. I bet someone's going to be surprised when they hear about it. Kiddo, I'm not sure about this. Let's go back to my place. You guys can see the University District and go to the arcade, and we'll eat. I'm sure you can use some food after all that time on a bus. We'll talk about it. I'm not saying no, but I'm not saying yes." John grabbed Carl's duffel bag, and we found his car and drove to a coffee house, Last Train To Brooklyn, in the University District that has been there just short of forever, or so John said. It was neat, and they served soup, cider, and all kinds of sandwiches and some pretty premo desserts. We talked and Carl mostly didn't talk, and he kept his knee against my best part the entire time. There was no question where what was still on his mind. Once when John went to piss Carl started holding my hand and looking at my baby blues like they might be a double scoops of deluxe Rocky Road Ice Cream or something. After we ate we drove to John's apartment. I looked around. "Damn, this is smaller than I remembered, John. Where in hell are we going to sleep?" "I'll sleep up in the loft. I've got a piece of foam I'll throw down for you two. As big as Carl is, I don't know if two of you will fit on it, but then there's the floor if you can't manage on it." "I'm in the Crotch," Carl said. "I can sleep on a quarter laid up on its side." "Sure you can," John said suspiciously. That was a full-blown speech for Carl. More words than he said since John picked us up. He got into some civvies he had in that bag, and I dragged him down to the arcade. I played all my favorite games. Carl stood behind me and watched. When I say he stood behind me, I mean like he never stopped his body being against mine at all that afternoon. Lucky it was a holiday and so many people were there that it didn't look too odd to anyone but me. I kept feeling him pressed up in my back and to tease him I leaned back and tried to rub it up and down to make him crazy, which it did. John showed up at dark, and we went to IHOP. Carl kept yawning and stretching as he proceeded to clean out the IHOP of their pancakes. After the forth or fifth plate, John and I just watched him go to it. I didn't think anyone could eat fifty pancakes, but Carl did. For lunch he had had an English muffin and coffee, and we didn't eat breakfast, so I guess it built up for him. He had to eat all three meals in one. Luckily it was all you can eat for a buck ninety nine. I think IHOP lost their profits that day. Back at John's apartment, we talked and they had beer, and I had an A&W Root Beer from a gallon container my brother kept on hand at all times because back in Minnesota we like root beer all the time. After awhile, John said he had to get up early to go to work. He laid down a big piece of foam and found a couple of sheets in the closet. We used pillows off his couch. We were about ten feet below where my brother was snoring in his loft. I don't suppose having a first night in a bed with someone is always like a honeymoon, but if a honeymoon is like the first night in that bed for Carl and me, I want more of those. Now, I kissed Jenny Jill Janes on the lips when I was thirteen, mostly because Jenny Jill wanted me to. You know, I didn't know what the big deal was. Jenny Jill just didn't cut it for Billie Joe. I kept on my underwear and Carl was wearing those ridiculous green boxers he got out of his bag. I don't know when he got them on, but I guess I didn't all the time look at him because of John. He stood over me after I lay down. The piece of foam was maybe three feet wide and maybe a lot less. Carl stood there and looked at me in the dimness from a light coming in the back window. He just stood there looking down at me. I thought maybe he was going to start getting mean to me again, but he didn't. I looked at him all over and came to that slot in his shorts where his buckwheat hair curled all up under the hole. I kept looking at the hole wondering about what I knew was just inside there and all. Especially since I hadn't touched it all day, except for my back and through a lot of clothes. Without my realizing it, the head of that thing slipped out the bottom of the leg, and it hung out there for me to discover after a minute of looking for it at the hole there. "You coming to bed or what?" I said. "I don't know. I'm thinking on it." "If you stopped liking me again it's okay. You can not like me if you want." "You're nuts. I'm nuts for what I'm thinking. You're a fucking kid." "Yeah! And you're an eight foot kid in a green monkey suit. You think a year and some months makes you that much more a man than I am." "I don't know. I don't know nothing. I'm afraid I'll hurt you Billie. I wouldn't hurt you for anything. You believe that don't you?" "Yeah! I guess. If that gets your ass to lying down so I can stop looking up at you. Sure!" Carl stepped across me to the other side of the foam and kicked off his shorts. He was standing right so the light from the window showed on it and all. I mean he dropped them and stood up and that thing swung from side to side. I never thought one could grow to that size, but Carl had twice mine and some more if I was honest about it, but let's just say twice mine, and I'm not little in that department. There were only a couple bigger than mine in gym, but those were soft and it's difficult to tell how much one will grow. I mean there were plenty smaller, but Carl sure as hell wasn't one of them. He slid in the bed next to me, and I covered him up with the sheet. In a bit, I got so I could stop gasping for air. I don't know why I felt so dizzy all of a sudden, but either there was a powerful lot of heat rolling off him, or that room was some kind a hot. I don't know, but all of a sudden there was a tropical heat wave inside that apartment. I just lay there still like, listening to him breath. It was no trouble hearing him. He was really breathing hard. I don't know what I thought. I don't think I did think. I'd never done anything like I'd done with Carl, but I knew whatever we did, I'd go nutso over it every time. You don't think about stuff when you don't know about stuff, and I didn't know and I wasn't thinking, but it sure was hot! It was then that I learned something about kissing. I had never thought of Carl as the kissy type. I thought maybe he'd want me to do something to make him get off, and then he'd go to sleep. I mean I knew he kept touching me all the time, since after the second day we was together, but I also remember what his mission was in Seattle. Then I started thinking why in the world is he here with me if he wants to find some woman to put his thing inside of. Wondering stopped when Carl's lips touched mine. I'm sorry Jenny Jill, you ain't got no lips. You are surely a lipless wonder, girl. Carl's lips were like absolutely totally and completely alive. He just leaned over and his face came real close to my face. I kept trying to see his eyes, but I couldn't see anything but holes, and he got closer and closer and his face hung over mine about an inch away, and his lips just barely brushed mine, like he might be scared a bruising 'em or something like that. Then I knew his eyes closed because the holes disappeared and I could just barely make out his lids. I mean there his lips were touching mine, and like the room lit up and spun around and funny crap happened to my thing. I was like so hot I couldn't stand myself, and his lips pressed just a little harder and he turned his head to brush them from side to side across mine, and well, I just kinda melted with him pressing his body against mine and all. It don't get no better than that. Shit it don't! It did. His tongue came out and the tip barely touched my lips. I knew I was dying. I couldn't breathe. It was because of doing this nasty shit. God was striking me dead right there in that bed. I didn't care. Kiss me to death, but just don't stop. If this kills me, I'm ready. I mean nothing ever in my life compared with that kiss. He just kept on with my lips and when his tongue parted them, I at first thought this should be gross with him touching my mouth like that with his tongue, and yet it wasn't gross. It was so hot I gasped for air, and my heart pounded pounded pounded so loud I couldn't hear my own thoughts. Not that they were worth hearing anyway. Once my mouth opened, his tongue slipped onto my teeth. He licked my fucking teeth and gums, and then he hit the button. With all that tongue action, I spread my teeth apart so he could have at them, and that tongue slid onto my tongue. I'd heard of a meeting of the minds, but this meeting was about it! I knew I was a goner, and my tongue and his tongue danced, and my arms grabbed around his chest and I pulled all of him on top of me, and that tongue, that incredible tongue! He ground his thing into mine through my underwear. He kissed me and slid it up and down against mine, and the lights were flashing again, and bells were chiming, and I thought if I wasn't dying than I was surely going completely nutso. But I didn't care where I was going as long as Carl was with me. We kissed that first kiss for maybe an hour and a half. He did slow down to lick my neck, my face, my ears, my eyes. I never knew tongue's could be so awesome. Carl's tongue was a magic carpet for me. "What's wrong with me?" Carl said. He rolled off me onto his back. He laid with his hands behind his neck and his thing sticking up a foot in the air, and he stared at where I knew my brother was sleeping right up there. "Why'd you stop?" I said. "I don't know what I'm doing." "Could have fooled the hell out of me. If you don't know what you're doing, I don't want to meet anyone that does! I thought I was going to die you made me feel so good." "Yeah, but I don't know why I'm doing this." "Is it really important right now? Like your business hasn't fallen off or anything. I'm holding you over 'til you can get yourself some woman. I'm your substitute for a night. Let's just make the best of it, okay?" I'd a said anything to get him a kissin' on me again. "It's not like that, Billie." "Like what?" "Like I want to be doing it with anyone else. I don't want to find no woman. That's what scares me. I want to be with you. I want you and me to be together. I never felt this way before. I mean girls sure, but it wasn't nothing but wanting to get what they got. With you I want to be with you and I'm afraid I'll hurt you, and I think I'm in love with you Billie Joe Walker." He stopped as if hearing his words. They seemed to shock him. "Damn you anyway, you and those pretty blue eyes and that cute face!" "What's the problem? I can't find anything wrong with anything you've said." "You mean you think it's all right for a guy to love on another guy." "No. Not exactly, but I think it is super you're a lovin' on me. You got three days and four nights counting right now, tonight. I'm going to be with you every minute you say it's okay. And you want to go off with some bimbo, that's fine too, I guess. I'll take what I can get, on account of I've had nothing till I got you, Carl Youht. No one ever lit me up like you do. I don't know what love is. I don't even know what intense like is, but I know I want to be with you and I don't care about anything else in the whole world. If that's wrong, then as long as I'm wrong with you, I don't really care. I want to be with you." I decided I should put my hand on his, and as soon as I touched it he held my hand and turned his face to see into mine. I don't know how I could see his eyes then, but I could. They seemed as clear as day to me. He squeezed my hand and then held it to his chest and moved it all over so the back of my hand was feeling the sweat on his skin. His big nipples were like bumps in his hard chest. His muscles were all tight and warm. His stomach had ridges that felt like my granny's washboard she scrubbed on down in the boonies. When he let the back of my hand go into that wiry buckwheat hair below his belly button, my mouth went dry and my eyes glazed over. My heart went nuts again, and my breath, well, I might as well have given up oxygen for a spell. Carl's hand rubbed hard on his thing as my hand felt the wiry hair and my head felt crazy. I kept watching that thing bob up and down and I had this notion I wanted to get it into my mouth and all. I'd never had a notion like that, but I had never been in bed with any one like Carl either and I knew there was a chance that I might never get another shot at sucking one. He lay there with his eyes closed and rubbing himself with both our hands locked together. I slid down real slow without moving my hand out of his. I could hear him moaning real low in his chest. When I got to where my head was right at his middle, I leaned up so my hand stayed in his hand. I looked at his thigh, and the muscles were all right there, outlined beneath the skin so you could see them. His thigh was twice as long as mine, but my muscles don't show at all. You wouldn't know I had any muscles in my thigh, but his muscles had lines all around them, and they were long and lean, not big and huge, but very good to look at. Then I took to looking at it. He was moving it around there with his hand, but the head seemed real tight and bigger than his shaft. It wasn't all that fat that I couldn't do what I wanted. I watched his face. It was kinda tight like his dick, but he was someplace else. He just seemed to be lost somewhere while he was massaging it real dedicated like. I watched the motion with the rubbing on it he was doing, and waited for it to get right at the best place, and I took it out of his hand. I held it up so my tongue could take a quick flick of it, something like I might do a double scoop of Rocky Road, in a sugar coated cone, from down at Marvin's Magnificent Delectable Delights in the U. I didn't know what this would taste like or how I would eat it, but I'd figure it out as I went along. Carl's eyes snapped open with a click I could almost hear. Holding it tight, I ran my tongue all the way around the hard ridge at top. He gulped and gasped for air. His stomach was in the process of jumping up and down under my hand. He stared at me. He didn't say a word and I really couldn't talk right then, but I could see all that tightness go out of his face. I licked it all around the ridge one more time, and I put the tip of it in my mouth, feeling all the hot tight skin with my tongue while letting my lips slip over the head until they stretched down on his shaft. "Damn!" he said with a gulp. "Damn!" Whatever. As long as it wasn't "stop, stop." I heard him gulping like he had a mouth full of some medicine he couldn't get to go down. His stomach felt like jumping beans dancing on my hand. His other hand covered the back of my head, letting me know that I shouldn't stop now that I started. I slid on past the top and got my mouth down on him a few inches. It all tightened up then as he gasped a few times. I found I didn't need to hold it with anything but my mouth. That puppy stood right up by itself. I could see the underside of it as I tried to take as much as possible without dislocating my jaws. It pulsed and looked like someone had shoved an inch of pipe up the middle just under the skin and it ran all the way down to his balls. They were as smooth as a baby's butt and fairly full and tight at the base of his shaft. Those balls were like hen's eggs and I took to squeezing them real gentle like. I liked feeling them dance inside his sac. It was a funny taste. It was warm. It was soft, but it was mighty hard, too. It's hard to describe sucking a dick the first time you do it. You don't know what to be expecting, and while I never felt like spitting it out, I wasn't all that clear on what I was doing with it either. Whatever I was doing seemed okay by Carl, and he just stayed still gulping and gasping and praying I didn't quit. There were so many sensations that no one thing stood out. Having it all attached to someone that was becoming everything to me was the best thing of all. Having that someone delirious with joy from me sucking his cock was an added benefit that made me want to learn to be the best cocksucker that ever was. If not for my teeth, and his tenderness of his flesh, I'd have been better. "You better quit it," he said choking on the words and sounding desperate as he let loose the back of my head while leaning up on one weak elbow. I stopped and leaned back to look at him. "You going to start complaining again. I never done this before, okay. Give me a break will yeah," I said, angry that I had to get off it. "No. It's not that. I mean I'm about to nut in your mouth. You ain't ready for that yet. I'm not ready for that yet," He panted. "You give me a break, will yeah. I'm just as new to all this as you are. I don't want to ruin it for you." On that we could agree, all right. I didn't know what a nut was, but I wasn't ready for any more than what I already had done to him, not that I was complaining about it. I'd have spent the rest of time down there on that thing of his if he had wanted. It was about as neat as the first time you drop off a roller coaster or get the nerve to go off the high dive. Just everything falls out of your stomach and you think you might puke, but at the same time you get this thrill that rushes though you that makes you feel invincible. I felt pretty damn invincible when he told me I had done good on him and all. He wanted to kiss some more, and we did, but I kept one hand on his thing to make sure it stayed right up there. I liked holding it and touching it. It just made me feel warm all over, like we were connected there and no one could break that connection. We sucked face for a long time. I know I was dribbling in my undies, but not for long. He got hold of them and almost ripped them off of me. "Get up on my chest." I thought I knew what he wanted and I kneeled across his chest and got attracted to those big nipples of his. I went to sitting on them and rubbing my thighs on them. And then it hit me. My pecker just got eaten up by his mouth and I all but rolled off his chest. The heat shot through my legs, up my thighs, into my stomach, and last but not least down through my balls and up into my pecker that was now buried in his throat because I guess I had gotten a little excited and jumped on his mouth with it. I liked this side of sucking cock even better. Now I know I was supposed to like it, and I know I did it first to him, and I know I should have felt pretty good about the whole thing, but by the way he was coughing and choking I really felt pretty bad. I mean no one had ever done that to me before, and I'd never really done anything at all except on a bus with a marine I met, so I guess shooting down his throat might be expected. Only he didn't expect it. He had warned me and I didn't warn him because I didn't know what was happening to me until it was happening. If you take all the lines from above that describe every feeling I had that night up until that very second, and multiply them by one hundred million, you get what I felt at the instant I did to him what he refused to do to me. I nutted in his very lovely throat. I've heard of premature ejaculation and know it is to be avoided at all costs if you are to be a successful lover, but I couldn't do anything but gasp and, of course, shove my pecker deeper into his already full mouth. He coughed and gagged and choked, and there was a voice from on high. "What's going on down there. Someone dying." Carl choked some more as I got off him and lay back down on my side, shaking like a shithead. "Something caught in my throat," Carl said. I started laughing and covered my head with the pillow. Carl started laughing when he realized what he said. He tried not to laugh but he couldn't stop. "You okay." "Yeah! I just need some water." "What's so funny?" John asked. "Nothing," I said. "You awake, too, kiddo." "How can I sleep with him over there choking and coughing. Boy needs some water bad." "You want me to get up?" "No, sir" Carl said yanking on his boxers. "I can get it. I'm getting some now. Sorry I woke you, sir, I mean John." "Okay. Get some sleep now." "Yes, sir," Carl said sitting at attention with that thing sticking out of the hole in his boxers. Carl cleared his throat a few times. "You guys can get that motel room tomorrow and maybe I can get some sleep." "Yes," I said without speaking the words. Carl smiled and said it back to me as we silently slapped hands. "Damn," echoed from upstairs as John rolled around his bed, "Can't be too soon." Carl lay down, and I leaned over to kiss him. I tried to do what he did to me, but it wasn't the same thing. I mean it was nice and all, but with him on top of me it was like heaven fell on me and all. With me on top of him it was like I might roll off if I wasn't careful. I just did the best I could. Luckily he picked up where I left off, and before long I didn't know which end was up, though I could always tell by grabbing on to his best part for balance. He didn't seem to mind. "I'm sorry," I said in a whisper during a short break. "Sorry about me being here?" "Ass hole. Sorry I did that in your mouth. I didn't know I was going to. No one ever did that before. It just happened." "It was okay. I mean, at first I thought I would upchuck but then I looked at you, and I was happy I gave you that much pleasure." "Man, did you ever. It was awesome." "I hardly even put it in my mouth before that thick shit was pouring down my throat. If I'd been ready I wouldn't have choked so much. It was a surprise for both of us." "I am sorry. I just couldn't stop," I said. "I never did that to a guy. Never thought I would. Just seemed like the right time to go ahead and try it, you know. With you I mean. I wanted it because it was you, not that I'm going to go roaming around the barracks looking for guys to suck off or anything. I mean, I never even thought a doing that 'til I met your fucking ass. You've turned me into a queer in three days. I was a normal pussy loving, red blooded, American, fucking, fighting, red neck until I got mixed up with you, Billie Joe. Now I'm a fucking cocksucker. Go figure. I joined the marines to become a real man." "Damn if you ain't taken to oration as well as dick sucking, Carl Yought." "What's that crack mean?" "It means you just said more in a minute than you've said since I met you." "Do queers talk a lot too?" "I don't know, Carl. I never was queer till I met you, but I think we need to learn show tunes or something like that." "Maybe we caught it on the bus." "I don't really care as long as we both got it." Carl did just what I needed. He rolled over on top of me and did the thing with his lips again. I mean like it was the most gentle kind of a thing, and the next thing I know he's licking my tonsils. As hot and crazy as he made me before, it was even more intense now. This time he rubbed that thing up and down my stomach and he fucked me between my legs while he kissed me. He lay on top of me and I held it tight between my thighs and he pumped up and down. I grabbed his ass, holding on by putting my fingers in his crack, and his ass was one gigantic muscle. There was no flesh and the sides were giant clefts, and my fingers could feel the silky skin inside. Each time he raised up, sliding it up on my thighs, I fingered the hole. It felt different from everything else. It was rough and soft, and there was something about it that captivated me. I remembered rubbing against it the night before, and I remembered what I wanted to do to it, and I almost shot another load with him humping my thighs and me fingering his butt. I had to think about the wart on the tip of my third grade teacher's chin to keep from making another mess. Worked for me. ***** Email and comments create momentum. bjwalkerjr@37.com If you ARE enjoying this, try my other story DISCOVERING GREGORY, /nifty/gay/highschool/discovering-gregory/