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Everyone has a Story
A story by Danny
Teddy and I sat side-by-side on the late night bus taking us out of town. We didn't speak, but sat staring beyond the bus windows, beyond the cars, and lights that seemed to go by in a blur of lights. The fingers of my right hand were firmly enlaced with the fingers of Teddy's left hand. I felt his grip tighten and I looked down at our hands. I think that is the first time I realized our hands were blood stained, his more than mine. He made a small sound and I looked up to see his dirt smeared face as the tears flowed down leaving slightly cleaner tracks. His left eye was nearly swollen shut and his nose seemed to have a bad bend at the bridge. When I had first met Teddy, nearly three years ago, he had slightly longer brownish-red hair, but now it was cut shorter and was matted from sweat and drying blood.
When we'd climbed aboard, the bus driver hadn't even looked at either of us. Had he, he probably would not have let us on.
I couldn't speak, and even if I could, I didn't know what to say to Teddy. I simply squeezed his hand too while I returned my gaze to the night view which zoomed past us.
It was then that the bus driver looked into his inside mirror and noticed the two of us.
"You two look like hell!" he commented and after a moment added, "I hope the other guy looks worse than you guys."
Teddy chuckled at the words of the bus driver and hearing him laugh made me laugh too. Soon we were both laughing nearly to hysterics, not because it was so funny, but because it was so tragic. Yeah the other guy looked worse; actually it was guys, two guys and of course they looked worse, I mean they are dead and we're not.
Earlier that same day...
There are those who say a leopard cannot change its spots, while others believe the opposite to be true. And still others who believe that to have ones spots change, divine intervention is required. I have met those who profess to having changed their spots, some of them I believe that they believe they have changed, and others, I believe, are attempting to deceive themselves or others by hiding their spots. I had become so good at hiding my spots that even I believed I had changed.
"Spots? What spots? I have no spots! I'm Spot free!"
From the moment I walked out of the hospital I had recommitted myself to my bride, my children and my job. Not once, did I go to Dickler's Park, or anywhere else looking for sex with young men. When the itch for a smooth, firm ass got to be too much for me, I would grab my gulf clubs and head to the driving range to hit a few dozen balls.
To anyone looking in, everything in my life seemed to be going great. My wife and I couldn't be more in love. My career was booming and despite being promoted to District Superintendent, I still am able to teach. However, the reality was not so rosy. My wife and I are maintaining our marriage for the kids but we're no longer sleeping in the same bed. My wife sleeps on the sofa and we tell the kids that it is because of her back. With the promotion came a hell of a lot more work and mostly that is my fault for insisting that I still teach. If I was only doing one or the other, it might not be so bad.
With all that being said, I still stayed faithful to my wife, even if we were no longer having sex. I wasn't visiting Dickler's Park, but mostly that was because I was so busy with work that I never had time to do much of anything else. I was only just managing to keep myself and my life together. That is until the first day of school this year.
I was taking roll call for my third period history class when I called out the name, Teddy Feinstein. The name crossed my lips before I even realized I had read it. In the space of a single nanosecond so many conflicting things ran through my mind...
"Wait. I know that name!"
"It can't be `my' Teddy!"
"Please God let it be him!"
"What are the odds of there being two boys by that name in this town?"
"Dear God please don't let it be my Teddy!"
I looked up and saw the older and taller boy from three years prior with his hand in the air. He smiled knowingly and announced his presence with a firm, "Here Sir!" His voice was deeper, not quite that of a man but not a boy either.
Honestly, I cannot remember a single thing I said for the rest of that class. I'm semi-sure I went through the normal first day motions of handing out the text books and syllabuses as well as instructing the class on what we'd be covering throughout the year; but I cannot recall any of it.
When the bell rang, signaling the end of the period, my classroom of students stood and began to file out. Several of them smiled and made eye contact. A couple gave me friendly high fives and one girl told me she could hardly wait to learn something from me. Then Teddy walked past me without saying a word, but then again, he didn't have too. I could read in his eyes that he was just as freaked out as I was.
After the last student walked out, I closed my classroom door, returned to my desk where I placed my head down and covered it with my hands. I stayed like that for several minutes until I heard the door opening.
As I lifted my head and looked toward the door I fully expected it to be Teddy coming back, but it wasn't. It was just the next group of students beginning to enter for the fourth period.
I quickly stood and somehow managed to push my feelings down deep for the rest of the day. Even still, during lunch more than one of my coworkers had asked me if I felt alright. I kept telling them it was just first day stress.
At the end of the day, I quickly stopping by the office, made up some kind of excuse that I wasn't feeling well, asked my assistant to handle any business and left. I went right to my car and started toward home; or so I thought. Instead, I found myself driving away from home and toward Dickler's Park.
"What the hell are you doing?" I shouted at my reflection in the rearview mirror, but I didn't stop.
"No, I can go to the driving range!" I said, but then remembered my clubs were sitting in the garage at home.
"I... I... I know! I'll call Sam Marshal!" I shouted as I reached for my cell phone, but then I remembered that Sam and his wife were currently on a cruise to the Galapagos. Sam used to be my boss and was also the only person who knew about my double life. He'd been my rock for several months prior to getting my promotion. More times then I care to remember he talked me out of doing exactly what I found myself doing at that very moment.
I threw the phone down on the passenger seat as my car somehow mysteriously turned into Dickler's Park.
"How the hell did I get here so fast?" I thought.
My heart was beating fast and my palms were sweaty. I was feeling the exact same way I had when I was thirteen years old and wanted to tell Michael Donovan, captain of the wrestling team that I was in love with him.
I parked my car and turned off the engine, but I didn't get out. I sat with my fingers wrapped around the steering wheel; white-knuckled and repeatedly telling myself to go home.
Then, I saw this really cute guy who I guessed was eighteen or nineteen. He was dressed in vintage 501's, a bright yellow t-shirt and matching running shoes. He walked right by my car.
I rolled the window down as he passed and asked, "Looking for a good time?"
"Eew! Not with a geezer like you pops!" he said with a malicious laugh.
And just like that, I felt exactly like I did when I was thirteen years old and Michael Donovan, captain of the wrestling team threw me to the ground and stomped on my stomach.
Then the passenger car door opened and to my surprise, a familiar face, albeit older, dropped into the passenger seat.
"Nathaniel!" my voice cracked like a boy caught in the throes of puberty.
"I thought you died or something!" Nathaniel said with a friendly smile.
I knew by his smile that he was pulling my leg.
"No, I have been... you know... busy." I said.
"Busy? For over two years?" Nathaniel scoffed.
Before I could reply, he said, "I saw you on the news. You're Superintendent now, right?"
I nodded, "But I still teach too."
"So, you've not been hanging around here, you must have a nice piece of tail on retainer." Nathaniel said suggestively.
I shook my head, "No, actually I haven't. I mean."
"Man what's up with you? You're acting like this is your first time." Nathaniel laughed again.
"I stopped!" I said strongly, "I stopped coming here! I stopped picking up guys. I have stopped it all. My wife is the only one I get with." My voice trailed off at the end, betraying the confidence I intended to portray.
Nathaniel looked truly stunned.
"What?" I asked.
"Fuck me!" Nathaniel said and ran his fingers though his hair.
"Didn't you hear me? I don't do that anymore!" I said.
"What? Oh hell no! Really? Fuck Rogan! I wasn't inviting you to..." Nathaniel started explaining.
"I was joking!" I said loud enough to stop him.
He looked at me blank faced for about three seconds before busting up laughing.
"So why the hell are you here then?" Nathaniel asked.
I proceeded to tell him about my day and about Teddy being one of my students. And once I started talking I couldn't stop. I told him about my wife, how it had been many months since we'd had sex. We talked for quite a while and I cannot recall when we left the car and moved to one of the concrete picnic tables. We were sitting backward leaning against the table and laughing like two long lost friends. In practically no time, we'd caught up on each other's lives, and to my delight, Nathaniel informed me that he was now going to college to become a teacher.
"I can pull some strings for you." I offered.
"Really? That'd be great but, it will be a while before I can finish with school. I'm only going part time." Nathaniel said.
He then confessed why he was back at Dicker's Park. "I'm pulling tricks to pay for school and keep a roof over my head."
"What? What about fanacial aid or grants?" I asked.
We talked a while about money and then I told him he wasn't going to be selling his body anymore. "Come tomorrow morning I'm getting you a job as a teachers-aid. All you need to do is show up, clean and sober. Can you pass a drug screening?"
"You know I don't go for that kind of shit! I'm 100% clean! Always have been and always will be."
We sat a moment or two not speaking, then I broke the silence, "Fuck it Nate! I cannot go back and face Teddy again! I cannot do it! I'll fuck him! I'll do it the very first chance I get! I'd be lying otherwise!"
Nathaniel laughed, "Fuck Rogan, you got it bad!"
I ran my hands through my hair, "I know it, but I cannot help it!"
"I can help if you want?"
I looked at him and it took several seconds before the coin dropped into the slot.
"I-I really appreciate that Nathaniel, but I-I can't. Really!"
"Listen, it's not like you're cheating again. Think of it as though a friend helping another friend out who's having a mental crisis." Nathaniel said with a completely straight face.
I shook my head `no' although my heart was screaming `YES'.
"Alright, how about just a blow job?" he offered and before I could object he said, "Oh, so you can help me out getting me a job, but when you are in need, you won't let a friend help you? You already know I'm not going to tell a soul and this way you don't have to worry about someone finding out. Hell, we don't even need to be in this fuck fest park! Let's go somewhere! Oh, I know, we can hit the highway and I can blow you while you're driving!"
And that is exactly what we did, except receiving a blow job is not what I really needed.
I tossed the keys to Nathaniel and told him to drive.
He got the meaning right away and with big bright eyes he said, "Really?"
"Really-Really!" I answered with a smile.
"Try not to speed! I'd hate to get pulled over with your dick in my mouth." I said as I leaned over and started to unzip his pants.
"Believe it or not; I've never had a blow job while driving!" he said.
His dick was rock hard and difficult to maneuver out of his pants, but I persisted until it was free.
"Well this is a first for both of us, because I have never blown someone while he drove." I answered back.
"OH SHIT!" he cussed when I dove onto his cock like a hungry vulture.
"Fuck that feels good! You've not lost your gift forrrrrrr..." he couldn't finish his thought because I had swallowed his dick down my throat.
"OH! OH! OH! SHIT! Don't make me come yet! Fuck this is fucking hot!" he begged.
I pulled off slightly and slowed down my pace. Nathaniel was in blissful heaven but so was I. It had been so long since I had sucked a cock that I was nearly on the verge of creaming my own pants.
This went on for about ten minutes and then Nathaniel announced, "FUCK! I'M GOING TO CUM!" and with that I took a deep breath and swallowed as much of his cock as I could. Seconds later he began to pump his juices right down my gullet and into my stomach. I didn't actually count but his cock had to have pumped seven or eight times before it was over.
Knowing how sensitive a cock is after climaxing, I slowly pulled off, milking the last drops with my lips. I then gently put it back into his pants and zipped him up. I also noticed that he didn't have a single pubic hair.
His head was back against the headrest and his eyes wide open, but it was clear he was still on the climax high.
"Oh for fuck sake! That was the best blow job I have ever had in my whole fucking life!" He exclaimed.
"Ah come on now! You've got to be exaggerating a bit." I scoffed.
"Well, it was for fuck sake up in the top ten!" he said with a smile.
He flicked on the turn signal and started to pull onto the shoulder.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Returning the favor." He said as he threw the car into park and got out.
Following his lead I got out too and went around the car and put myself behind the wheel.
"Before you start moving, get your pants open and down some. I want full access to your package!" he commanded with an evil grin.
I was so caught up with the fever of the moment that I didn't even care that we were on the side of the highway. I undid my belt and had my pants down to just above my knees in seconds. My cock head was shinny with precum.
"Damn you are hard as a teen boy!" he said as he wrapped his left hand around my shaft.
At the touch of his hand, a chill run through my entire body. I wanted to put my head out the window and scream, "I AM A FAGOT AND I DON'T CARE YOU KNOWS!"
I got the car up to speed, then merged into traffic and set the cruise control. Nathaniel waited until the pack of cars thinned before getting to work, however, he continued to stroke my cock. Just as I had done to him, he took my entire cock into his mouth and then swallowed it down his throat.
"HOLY SHIT!" I screamed, which made him laugh, and then gag.
He came up for air laughing, "Don't make me laugh when I have your cock down my throat!"
I laughed, reached out and grabbed him by the back of the head and said, "Shut up and get back to work you beautiful cocksucker!"
He smiled and did just as I had said.
"Oh Nathaniel I've needed this foooooor," he swallowed my cock again, "so long!"
He didn't chock this time, but I could tell from the way his back was moving that he was laughing again.
Unlike when he'd warned me to slow down, when I told Nathaniel I was going to cum too soon he kept right on sucking and within a minute I was feeding him my load. And again, unlike me, he didn't stop when I came but continued to suck on my cock until I had fed him a second time. That one took nearly fifteen minutes. How we're not dead is beyond me because I cannot remember anything about traffic for the entire experience.
After I came the second time, he pulled off my cock and said, "Take the next exit and we'll head back." And then went right back to work.
"Nathaniel I'm not a teenager, I don't think I can come three times in a row." I tried to tell him, but he completely ignored me.
I'd gone soft, but that didn't stop him from sucking my cock and licking my balls until I was back to a bit more than half mast. When I came for the third time, we'd passed our exit to return to Dickler's Park, but I hadn't noticed because I was lost in the bliss.
"FUCKING HELL NATHANIEL!" I shouted as he swallowed down his third helping of man sauce.
He sat up and licked his lips.
"Well? Feeling better?" he smiled.
I could not respond but simply laughed and thumped the steering wheel.
"Here, hold the wheel while I pull up my pants." I said.
He reached over and steered while I got myself together again. And when I took back control, he reclined the seat and moaned, "I forgot how good you taste!"
"I cannot believe you actually drained my balls three times! Not even my wife has managed to get me to cum more than twice, and believe me, she's tried."
Nathaniel sat beside me, rubbing his tummy like he had just had three Thanksgiving meals in a row.
All the stress and apprehension I'd been feeling before was now gone. Nathaniel had sucked it right out of me and then some.
~ TO BE CONTINUED ~
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