Date: Wed, 3 Jun 2015 11:09:48 -0400 From: D S Subject: Ironworker Kurt, Part 2 Ironworker Kurt, Part 2 This is a work of adult fiction involving no real people. If you are under 18, leave now. by Dionysian "Jiiiiimmy! Jimmy! Where are you?!" My mom's call shocked us out of our sensual trance. I was still rooting in his pit as if life itself depended on it and his huge hand palmed my head, holding it there. I snuffled and sucked and licked while he moaned and grunted softly. It was a very quiet but primal singing - shattered by mom's worried shouting. We could tell with each new shout that she was getting closer, crossing the street. I drew back from his pit, a string of spit dangling between us for a minute - and our eyes connected in mutual panic. That meeting of eyes was a truly terrifying moment for me. The last few minutes had been a divine gift, releasing a childhood of growing horror, an awareness of what I was, of how I would be received in the world of men I knew then. I was not, had not been, blind to the names men called people like me. I remembered the ignored pleas of the high school boy being chased and pelted with stones, as 'faggot' was spat at him by people that were his friends yesterday. I heard how my mom and her friends tossed around 'pooftah' and 'limp wrist' when she got together with the ladies at the church. It was less hatefully intoned and I cannot imagine the ladies throwing stones, but their muttering was equally adamant about 'otherness', 'wrongness' and sin. This moment with Kurt was for me an antidote to years of a creeping self-awareness that gave root to doubt and fear. Ten minutes with him in this way was antidote to ALL of that. Then, in a microsecond of shared panic, I had what seems like now - after all the years gone by - an extrasensory, precocious download of all that could happen if we were seen just then. A naked man and a naked teen, clutched together, cocks hard and smeared with cum, looking suddenly guilty, being 'caught'. I saw all that he could lose. All that would happen to me. All the faces curled in disgust, not understanding how healing, how necessary, how affirming this moment was for me. I saw that this would not be perceived as the exception to the situations my mom always warned me about - situations where men might abuse me. They would not understand how spontaneously this happened and how natural it was. They would not understand how this moment catalyzed the building of a positive adult identity, nor that it would be a touchstone of strength for me throughout my life. They would not see the kindness in the arms still wrapped protectively around me. Their fear for me was real and undeniably rooted in reality, in experience. I had heard the stories. The pure and absolute contradiction of this moment to those fears would be invisible to them. There were utterly beautiful things that men had to hide, that I would have to hide. I was knocked nearly comatose, physically frozen in place, with the violent contradiction of these truths - all of them rooted in love, but some in love soured and fearful - and the eyes that now looked back to mine saw all the same things. "Jimmy! Answer me!" She was on the driveway! Kurt jolted into action, grabbed me under the arms, and whispered, "Hold your breath!", as he launched me into the pool. My unintended cannonball splashed water high and loud. Before I came up for air, sputtering and blowing water out of my nose, he was diving over the sidewall of the raised pool, still naked and holding my cum stained shorts. He thrashed them around to get the cum globs off of them and shoved them at me, nodding for me to put them on. "What about you?" I nodded at the fat cock bobbing below the surface. "Just put them on and follow my lead... We're back here!" he yelled, as my mom neared the latched gate. He started splashing me and generally making a lot of noise and laughing like we had been playing for a long time already. "Take that, little man!" Mom opened the gate as I was getting a huge splash of water in the face. "HA! There you are! Getting drowned are you?" She laughed. "Hi, mom!" I gasped. "Sorry, Alice. I should have called you." Kurt said, pulling himself up to the edge of the pool before mom got close enough to see over the sidewall. "It was so fucking hot... " He looked at me and back at her with a grin. "Oops. Sorry, still talking like I'm at work." She laughed. "No worries. It IS fucking hot." She said as she dabbed her forehead with a napkin from her pocket. She fixed me with a stare, as I got ready to say it too. "Not a chance, young man. You don't get to say everything you hear!" She said, pursing her lips in mock anger. "It's nice in here, Mom! You should jump in before work!" I said, knowing she would never do it. She was already in her uniform. "Very funny." She reached over to ruffle my wet hair. I saw Kurt pull himself tighter against the side of the pool. She saw him too and smirked. "Don't worry, Kurt." She teased. "I saw your clothes on the patio and I know you are in your undies! I know how you boys are and I am telling your wife!" "HA!" I snorted. then sing-songed, "Kurt's getting in trouble." He splashed me in the face again. "Hey!" Mom turned back toward the gate. "OK. I just wanted I know where you were. I gotta go to work. Do not wear out your welcome here and go straight home when you're done." She turned back to Kurt. "And thank you for looking out for him." "No problem. Have a good night at work." And with that she was gone and we both sighed in relief. I was almost high with it and feeling lucky. "Good thing she didn't see this." I said, grabbing his cock under the water and holding it for a minute. "Hey!", he laughed, "watch that stuff, little man." But he let me hold it long enough to feel it plumping in my hand before shoving off and diving under. We spend another half hour just goofing off in the water. I took my shorts off and hung them on the outside of the pool so they could dry - and we could both skinny dip. We touched and hugged and pressed our on again-off again hardons against each other. But, mostly, we just splashed and goofed off. Just being guys - like none of the other stuff changed anything. We could still just be dudes playing in the pool. I think I was afraid 'being gay' - admitting it, saying it and having someone else know it - would make everything different - and it did, but it kinda didn't too - at the same time. "O.K., little man. Janice and the kids will be home soon and you gotta get home." He grabbed me under the arms again and lifted me over the side of the pool, putting my feet in the grass. I ogled his flexing muscles, watched the water running off his chest hair as he lifted me. I was not exactly a little kid at 13. I was kind of big for my age, but he was strong. He handed me my shorts and messed up my hair when I bent to slide them on. "Look at that. You got more than I thought." He grinned, pointing to my pubes. "Shows up more when they're wet, you know. Looking manly!" He winked. I did not want to go, of course, and couldn't make my feet turn toward home. My mouth opened and closed several times, trying to say... something... anything. I just did not have the words. Kurt waited patiently, smiling at me, as I worked it out. "Thank you", was all I got out, but I said it with as much gratitude and seriousness as I could. "You're welcome, Jim." Another gift for that moment: Jim. Not Jimmy. Not Jimbo. Not Little Man. Jim. My man-name. "It was an honor to share that with you." A smile nearly split my head from front to back. My jaws ached from smiling so much around him. "Do you think we can do this again?" I mumbled, almost too low for him to hear. "I don't know. It just kinda happened. And I saw in your face that you know what all could happen if others knew." "I just... I just... can I..." I stammered and stopped. "Just let it roll out." He chuckled. "It'll be fine, little man." I was starting to fall in love with the way he called me that. 'Jim' felt good, but right now 'Little Man' from him felt better. "Can I... can I kiss you?" I finally whispered. He didn't say anything, just pulled me back to the edge of the pool and planted his lips on mine. I tried with everything I had to register every sensation, not sure this would ever happen again. I took in the softness and firmness of his lips. The gentle, quickly withdrawn touch of his tongue on my lips. The faint taste and scent of onions he had for lunch. The pleasant scratching of his goatee. The tingling vibration of a quiet moan that drew one from me in response. I etched them in stone. Then it was over. He was turning me toward home with a smack on the ass. When I got to the gate, he called after me. "Hey, Jim! Little Man!" When I turned back to him, he dropped his voice so no one but me could hear. "Remember... everything about you is just right. Anyone that can cum that hard three times in a row in 3 minutes is the fucking man," he laughed. "You're gay and you're the fucking man." His grin was genuine and warming. "You may not be able to show people for a while and when you do they might not be able to see it, but its true. I know its true and you know its true." I walked home on air. On fucking air. And that air filled my aching lungs more than once when I thought I would suffocate under all the shit a small town gay boy has to deal with. Kurt remained the most important man in my life throughout my journey to adulthood. Nothing like that happened again for 4 more years, but he was always there for me. And when I knew it was time and I was ready, I asked him - the most consistently caring man in my life - to help me learn more. And, as always, he gave me exactly what I needed to get me to the other side, to being the man I needed to be.