Date: Fri, 7 Dec 2018 10:29:14 +0100 (CET) From: David Subject: David's World, Part Eight-David Grows up Some More In this chapter, David sees things differently and recognizes things he never had before. He is thinking about Bruce more and more. There is no sex or description of any sex act in this short chapter of subtle subtext. The next chapter describing David and Bruce getting together is one of the first of this series I wrote (I write out of sequence as whim and my mood dictate). I cannot submit it without a rewrite. My inexperience with this sort of prose really showed with my gross overuse of dialogue and underuse of narration. It is so difficult to read that simple editing just won't do, so I started a rewrite. While working on it, I wanted to add just a few words to wrap up the last chapter (which I ended rather abruptly because of my size constraints). Those `few words' amounted to this, a short, sexless chapter -- so here it is. For those of you who enjoy reading about the struggles of David the confused boy, please find satisfaction in this; for those seeking something to get you hard, I apologize. Next chapter will do nicely, I expect. I'm not sure where to go from here. I have a rather long list of fond memories of sexual encounters (mostly with men but a few with other boys) I could tell you about or I could hopscotch through the more significant events and take us to adult David pretty quickly. I suppose I should have thought it through before beginning this. I enjoy hearing from you! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it. I retain all rights of ownership, use and distribution while granting Nifty digital license to share this with you for your personal reading pleasure only, according to Nifty's terms. Please consider a small donation to Nifty to help maintain this great repository of GLBT erotica. It's easy. You can even use PayPal. Just go to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html -David, aka Lovebug ******************** DAVID'S WORLD PART EIGHT: David Grows up Some More [In the last chapter, David has his first sexual experience -- two blowjobs within about 15 minutes from a man. This chapter picks up where that left off.] I reached up and felt the sticky, smelly blob on my neck. It was much thicker and gooier than normal spunk like Mark and I have. I grabbed a wad of paper and wiped it off. Greg was blathering on and on about feeling guilty or something, but I wasn't really listening and just wanted out of there. I pulled up my shorts -- he didn't stop me this time -- buttoned up and ran out of the restroom to the bushes for my bike, not saying a word. My hands were sticky on the handlebars; they felt dirty, so I rode right back to the restroom to wash them. Greg was gone. That guy could appear and vanish in the blink of an eye just like I Dream of Jeannie. And Jeannie is way better than Bewitched, I mulled. As I got a drink out of the faucet I almost expected Greg to suddenly appear again with another `Hello, David.' Yeah, he was just like Jeannie. I hopped back on my bike and rode toward my house, but I didn't want to go home. I had the ten bucks mom left me, but no friends to spend it with because they were all picking oranges. Man, I wish I had gone picking oranges with Bruce and everyone instead of becoming a fag. But Greg sucking my dick and my balls -- oh, his mouth on my balls! -- was pretty awesome. I felt tingly and got a little hard at the thought of being a fag. Weird. I decided to ride my bike the few miles to Westminster Mall, the newer mall that is WAY better than the old single-story HB mall. I really liked Spencer's, especially the darkened back room with the blacklights and cool fluorescent posters. Those with black felt on them made the colors really glow like 3D, and the ones with trees and stuff were like a dream world. Maybe I'd buy a new poster, I thought, and an Orange Julius -- but no raw egg, because that's gross. Maybe I'd see if any kids from school are hanging around the food court. Twenty minutes later I had locked my bike in the rack and was inside the cool, air-conditioned mall. Today was an unusually warm October day thanks to the stupid Santa Ana winds. The mall was pretty busy, most people probably choosing an indoor activity over something outdoors in the heat, especially with the winds kicking up. The beach really sucks when the winds blow. I checked out Spencer's. Richie was there in the blacklight room. He's a sixth-grader, a surfer I think. He is my height even though a year younger, with shaggy blonde hair and blue eyes, and he even dresses like me usually, but he was wearing rainbow flipflops and today his tank top is white. It radiated in the blacklight as did his teeth when he smiled, such a cute smile. Wow, Richie is really, super-hot! I never knew how cute he is. I thought about the park restroom and how cool it would be to go there with him. I wonder if he's ever had his dick sucked. But he was with another boy and a couple girls, so that wouldn't happen. He didn't even say hi to me. The posters didn't really interest me today anyway. I walked through the mall and headed over to the Sears sporting goods department. There were cute boys everywhere in the mall! I mean really cute, not just a nice face or tight crotch, but like `I want to go to the park restroom with them' kind of cute. Men everywhere too, but why were there so many men alone like me? And why were they looking at me? Men never looked at me like this before. Could they somehow know what I did? I looked around Sears sporting goods. I liked K-Mart's sporting goods way better, and GemCo's was pretty good too, but they're not near the mall. Wait a minute, K-Mart! I need to go back there. I remember so much writing in the restroom stalls at both K-Marts, and in one there was a drawing I had to see again. I think I get it now -- a guy was sucking another guy's dick! I got a little hard. I bet fags go there and do stuff like Greg did to me. I wonder if Greg goes there. I got a popcorn then looked around some more. I already had all the gear I need, but I always wanted something new and my mom & dad were pretty good about making sure I had all the best stuff for Scouts and camping. I tried on the JanSport backpack I really wanted but it was still too big for me. Mom & dad won't buy me a new one until I outgrow my old one. Almost big enough, I thought. I bet Bruce is big enough. I wonder if Bruce is having fun. I noticed a Chinese guy looking at me. He's really old, at least 30 or 40 I figured, typically thin with black hair and squinty, dark eyes but otherwise normal. He watched me take off the backpack and pick up my popcorn. He approached me and in a very thick accent, asked me where the restrooms are. "Over there," I told him as I pointed toward the nearby corner. "Sank you," he said, and kinda giggled then went on saying something about his son and me and who knows what all, his accent was so thick, but he didn't go to the restroom he had asked about. Weird. I felt strange; this was not normal. I kept munching small handfuls of popcorn while looking at camping gear and keeping an eye on him. If I took a few steps down the aisle, so did he, and if I stopped to look at something, so did he; he was my new, unwanted shadow. "Basroom, you go?" he asked. He grabbed and held the greasy hand I had been shoveling popcorn with. He was smiling broadly and nodding his head in short and quick jerks. "Go?" I was puzzled, but not really scared. I didn't immediately pull my hand away, not because I liked it -- I did not -- but because I couldn't believe what he was doing. People must behave quite differently in China. After a long few seconds, I pulled my hand free but it felt dirty, so I didn't eat more popcorn. "You bery hansome boy." Okay, that's what I thought: a perv. I turned and walked quickly away, looking back only after I tossed my popcorn in the trash and got on the escalator. He was nowhere to be seen. I wandered through the upper level of the mall checking out people more than anything, until I finally got my Julius, downstairs near my bike. More men looked at me, always the ones who are alone. There were a lot of men by Macy's. I noticed some of them staring at my crotch, and a couple of them scratched their nuts right in front of me, in front of anyone looking. Jeez, at least put your hand in your pocket so it's not so obvious. A few of them were pretty cute, and I recognized that look on a few of them too, like Uncle Jim had when he stared at my crotch. DingDingDing! They want to suck my dick! I got scared -- no, embarrassed. No, well, maybe, I don't know. No, they can't read my mind. Could they smell it? Is that how they knew what I did this morning? I know my wiener smells kinda bad if I don't clean it good after I squirt, and my undies could smell pretty bad if I ooze in them. Wait a minute, that means my mom and dad probably smell it, too. I wonder if Bruce smells it. Does Bruce know about jacking off? I wonder how I could find out. I finished my Julius and rode home. ******************** Thanks for reading! I thought it prudent to catch you up on David's emotional state while I sort out his encounter with Bruce in a way that's pleasant to read. David was doing pretty well after his first experiences even though he knew they mean he's now probably gay (or "a fag" as he understood it).