Date: Mon, 28 Oct 2002 16:39:30 -0800 (PST)
From: No Label <zero78245@yahoo.com>
Subject: Donny, Chapter 16

You know the drill.  If you are too young, or live in a location were
erotic stories containing acts that may be construed as homosexual are
illegal, then don't read this story.  You have been warned!

I apologize if last chapter was boring, and I will get off my soapbox now.
I think you will find this chapter a little lighter in tone.  As always,
sends comments, critical remarks, or off the wall words to
zero78245@yahoo.com.  And yes, I will respond to all.

Sorry for the delay on this chapter, but real world events pulled my
editor, the indomitable Alienist, into work that kept him extremely busy.
But you work is really appreciated, sir, by more than those grieving
familys and friends.  I will always keep you and your work in my prayers.


Chapter 16 (never thought it would last this long)


    Well, what could I do but wrap my arms around Tom and give him the
biggest hug in the world.  PLus a big wet sloppy kiss.  "Oh Tom, I love you
so much."

    We held each other tightly for a couple minutes.  I really didn't think
of much, just how lucky I was to be with Tom and how good it felt to have
his arms around me.  I just wished he was my dad.

    Tom lightly swatted my butt.  "Okay, time to lighten up the mood now.
Any particular movie you want to watch?  Or play a game?"

    "I don't care.  I guess a game?"

    "Okay.  Do you know how to play cribbage?"

    "Huh?"

    "It's a card game, lots of fun.  Come on, I'll teach you.  It's not
hard."

    If Tom ever tells you something isn't hard, watch out.  I never knew
there were so many combinations of cards to make fifteen.  But soon I was
keeping up with Tom's score, and by the third game, even beating him.
Beginner's luck.

    About half way through our fifth game (it really is fun, once you know
how to play) I started yawning and Tom said we could continue the game
another day.  I didn't really want to quit, especially since I was ahead,
but Tom insisted it was time for bed.  Geez, it was only midnight.

...

    All right, who turned on that super bright light outside my window?
Knock it off, I need more sleep.  Oh shit, Deke's coming over today!  And I
have to clean my room first.  Damn, I smell pancakes.  Mmmmm.

    It didn't take long to clean up my room really.  I mean, I only had a
week to mess things up, so it couldn't be too bad.  Just a boat load of
dirty clothes to pick up.  Haven't had much of a chance to mess up anything
else, too much homework.  A few CDs and PS 2 games laying around.  And
clean sheets for the bed.

    I wonder.  Should I fix up something for Deke?  Or maybe fix up one of
the spare bedrooms?  Not sure if Deke will want to sleep together.  Well,
just play it by ear.  Oops, almost eleven.

    Sounds like a diesel pulling in.  A peek out the window showed a big
red dually in front of the house and Deke climbing out of the passenger
side.  The driver looks too young to be his father.

    I open the door before Deke has a chance to ring the bell.

    "Hey.  About time you got here."

    "Didn't want to walk here, so I had to wait for Clint to finish his job
before giving me a ride over."

    "Who's Clint?"

    "The dude with the truck.  He works the ranch for my dad."

    "Oh, okay.  Tom, Deke's here."

    Tom came out of his office with his hand out.  "So you are the famous
Deke.  Nice to finally meet you."

    "Ah, thanks, Mr Parker.  Nice to meet you too."

    "It's Tom.  Mr Parker is my father."

    "Yes sir...Tom.  Nice place."

    "Donny, show Deke around the place while I get lunch.  You guys
hungry?"

    I looked at Tom like he had just stepped off a space ship.  "Duh."

    Tom just laughed.  "I should know better.  Teenagers are always hungry.
Lunch in half an hour."

    "Okay.  Come on, Deke.  Let me show you my room."

    Deke stopped just inside the door to my room with a shocked look on his
face.  "Wow, look at this shit!  Is this all yours?"

    "Yeah.  Well, sort of.  Tom got all this stuff after I moved in.
Pretty neat, huh?"

    "Hell yeah.  Shit, your bed has to be twice the size of mine."

    Funny how he noticed the size of the bed right off.  Hmmmm.

    "So, what do you want to start out with?  PS2?  Movie?  Just music?"

    "What games you got?"

    I pointed out the rack of games and let Deke paw through them.  He
finally settled on Tekken and we started dueling.

    It wasn't long before Tom called that lunch was ready.  We paused the
game and headed for the kitchen.

    "Make your own."  Wow, the table was overed with rolls, meats and
cheeses.  There was a bowl of shredded lettuce, tomato slices, pickles,
sliced olives.  Everything needed to make the biggest damn hoagies in the
world.

    Both Deke and I had to make two, since we put too much on the first one
to fit in the mouth.  Oh, the cruelty of it all!  There was also chips and
soda to balance the plate.

    "Wait a bit before you go swimming guys.  I know it's an old wives'
tale, but the amount you guys are putting away, you'll sink to the bottom
right away."

    I think Deke said yes sir, but it came out more like mmmff.  I
swallowed real quick, "We have to finish our game anyway."

    "Okay.  How does steak sound for supper?"

    By then Deke had managed to choke down what he had in his
mouth. "Sounds great, sir.  Boy, this is good.  My mom would die if we made
sandwiches like this at home."

    "Well, this is my house, and I love sandwiches like this.  Easy clean
up too.  And please don't call me sir.  It makes me feel old.  And no
comments out of you, Donny."

    "Yes, ah.  I'm just used to saying sir at home."

    "Nothing wrong with good manners.  Maybe you can teach Donny a thing or
two."

    I shot daggers with my eyes, but knew that Tom was just teasing again.
I hope.

    After putting a sizable dent in the sandwich fixings, Deke and I went
back to my room to finish the game.

    It wasn't long before I got the upper hand and killed Deke to finish
the game.  "You need practice."

    "Yeah, well I don't have the game at home to practice with all the
time."

    "That's okay.  You can practice whenever you're here.  You should catch
up soon."

    Deke shot a look at me.  "oh.  You mean you want me to come over more
often?"

    "Sure.  Anytime you want."

    "Cool."

    "Hey Deke.  Can I ask you a question?"

    "Shit, you never hesitated before.  Why start now?"

    "Well, I was just wondering.  You being so polite and all, yet you look
like a punk.  It doesn't make sense."

    "My fucking 'rents make me do all that shit.  If I don't then the old
man beats the shit out of me.  But they don't fucking care how I look."

    "Huh?"

    "They don't care how I look.  Or how I act, except around them.  So I
put on the act, and they leave me alone.  Totally."

    "Sounds great."

    "Yeah.  Real fucking great."

    Neither one of us had heard Tom enter the room.  "Do I detect a note of
sarcasm there?  And such language."

    Deke jumped up and ran to a corner.  "Sorry sir."

    He stood ramrod straight and didn't look at Tom.  He looked scared.

    "Whoa.  Easy, Deke.  I didn't mean to startle you.  Relax."

    Deke relaxed a little, but you could see he was trembling.  Tom held up
his hands, and stepped back.

    "Okay, Deke.  I'm not mad.  Just watch the language some, okay?"

    "Y-yes sir."

    Tom abruptly turned and left the room.

    "Shit, Deke.  What was that all about?

    Deke almost crumpled to the floor.  In a flash I ran over and put my
arm around him and helped him over to the bed to sit.  I could feel his
shivers.

    "Nothing.  He just startled me, that's all."

    Shit, when he made the crack about his father beating him, he wasn't
kidding.  His old man is as bad as mine.

    "Right, Deke.  And I'm the queen of England."

    Deke looked at me and tears started flowing down his cheeks.

    "Don't tell anyone, will you?  Make me look like a pussy."

    "Don't worry about it.  Can I tell you a secret?  Just between you and
me?"

    "What?"

    "My dad used to do things to me too.  That's why I'm here."

    "You're shitting me."

    "No, it's true.  He is out of town all right, permanently."

    "No shit.  Wow.  So you live here now?"

    "Yeah.  At least until I get thrown out."

    "Tom doesn't seem like the type that would do that."

    "No, I guess he doesn't.  Hey, enough of this shit.  Let's go
swimming."

    That brought a smile to Deke's face.  "Yeah."  Then a look of doubt.
"Were you serious about swimming in the nude?"

    "Yeah.  That's the rule here."

    "Ah, I don't think I can do that."

    "Sure you can.  It's fun.  And a great feeling too.  Come on, you'll
love it."

    "Er, I don't know.  Fuck it.  I'll try."

    We went out to the pool house and entered the changing room.

    "Wow.  This place is neat.  Just like the pool at school."

    "Yeah.  The pool is the same size.  I love it cause I can practice at
home."

    Shorts and a tee don't take long to shed, so I stood impatiently
waiting for Deke to get undressed.  Here I was nude, and he was just taking
of his shirt.

    "Come on, speed it up.  We ain't got all day."

    "Keep your pants on.  Er, guess it's too late for that.  Go ahead, I be
out in a minute."

    "Okay, but hurry up."

    I flashed through the doors and into the pool.  Get in a quick lap or
two while waiting for Deke.

    Hmmm.  Two laps and still no sign of Deke.  "What's the hold up!"

    A faint "Just a minute." came through the doors.  I sighed and took off
on another lap.

    I was almost finished when the doors finally opened.  Deke came
through, hands firmly placed over his privates.  And with him was Tom, one
arm draped around Deke's shoulders.  I could tell Tom was saying something
to Deke, but it was too low to hear over the sound of the pumps.

    They walked to the edge of the pool, and Tom said to Deke "Just take
your time.  You don't have to do anything you don't want to do."  Then Tom
dived in.  Deke just kind of slid down until he was sitting on the edge.
And never once did he release his death grip on his nether regions.

    "Come on in, Deke.  The waters fine."

    "Don't rush him Donny.  Give him a chance to get used to things."

    "But..."

    "No buts.  Not everyone is a nudist like you.  By the way, you're it."

    Tom tagged me and took off.  It hit me that Tom was starting a game
that would get Deke to forget his lack of man-made covering and enjoy
himself.  So I didn't go full bore after Tom, but made lots of noise and
splashes.

    Out of the corner of my eye I saw Deke slip into the water and start to
swim.  Not olympic class, but he knew the basics.  So I tagged Tom real
quick, then swam over to Deke.

    "Protect me, Deke.  The big, bad monster is coming to get me."

    Deke laughed and pushed me towards Tom.  That's it.  Nobody turns on
me.  That started a big splash fight that lasted for at least five minutes.
Then it was Marco Polo.  After that got boring, Tom got out and tossed in a
volleyball.  We tossed that around, usually not directly at the other so
they would have to swim after it.  Before we knew it an hour had passed,
and we were having a ball (as in fun).

    Tom suddenly swam for the side and hoisted himself out.  "Gotta go get
supper started.  Plus you guys wore me out."

    I glanced over at Deke and saw he was looking Tom over.  As I said
before, Tom doesn't have a huge dick, but it looks right on him, and he is
a great looking guy.  So while Deke was watching Tom retreat ot the
changing room, I quietly came up behind him and grabbed his head for a good
dunk.  I also seized the opportunity to press my dick into Deke's back.
Knowing what Deke was watching had caused my rod to come to life, so I knew
he felt my hard rod.

    Deke came up sputtering "This is war."  He gabbed me around the chest,
but before he could tighten his grip I spun around so my back was to him.
Then I pushed his hands down to my crotch. I expected him to immediately
release me, but instead he softly wrapped his hand around my dick and moved
the other to my balls.  And I felt a hardness come up between my legs.

    Suddenly Deke let go.  "Uh, sorry."  And he started to turn away.

    "Wait.  It's okay Deke.  That's what I wanted."

    "y..you did?"

    "yeah.  Don't you want to?"

    Deke still looked a little nervous, so I slowly reached out and wrapped
my fingers around his tool.  Not twelve inches like he said, actually about
the same size as Tom.

    "So where is this foot long you keep talking about?"

    "Ah, gotta have a reputation, you know?"

    "Uh huh.  So do you like this?"

    "Y..yeah."

    "You can touch mine again."

    "O..okay."

    We just floated there for a moment with each other's dick in our hands.

    "I never touched some else's before.  Your's is hard, but soft."

    "Yeah, yours is too.  It feels good.  Let's get out for a minute.  It's
too hard to do this and float at the same time."

    "Uh...okay."

    We climbed up the ladder, but not much further.  We once gain grasped
each other's manly appendage and began a slow stroke with some kneading.
Not a word was spoken.  We justed looked into each other's eyes.

    Damn, what feelings.  Ten times as good as my own hand.  Soon my
sensory facilities went into overload and I leaned in and put my forehead
on Deke's chest.  He must have been experiencing the same as he laid his
cheek on the top of my head.

    I thought about Tom's words, that people fall in love with the sex act,
and quickly realized how it could happen.  The multitude of feelings
coursing through my body were exquisite torture to my inexperienced body
and mind.  Nothing could get better than this.


TBC...