Date: Wed, 19 Jan 2022 07:29:38 +0000 From: Wes Leigh Subject: Misunderstood, Chapter 35 (Gay Adult/Youth) MISUNDERSTOOD By Wes Leigh This is a work of fiction intended solely for the entertainment of my readers; any resemblance to any real people or places is purely coincidental. This story is the property of the author and is protected by copyright laws. The author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed without the author's consent. If you enjoy this story, please support the Nifty archives today with a thoughtful donation by visiting https://donate.nifty.org/. Chapter Thirty-Five Dinner in the five-star restaurant had been wonderfully romantic. Gray had reserved an isolated booth, screened off to provide privacy from the other diners. Dim illumination was provided by candles, and soft chamber music came from a string quartet in a distant corner of the restaurant. After a meal of tender sirloin and succulent lobster, desert was a single slice of wickedly decadent chocolate cake layered in fudge frosting. Blue cut into the cake, speared the bite with his fork, and leaned forward to feed it to Gray. Gray took Blue's offering, chewed and swallowed, then leaned forward as well, kissing Blue. "Yummm," Blue hummed, "your lips taste like chocolate." He pouted. "But mine don't." Gray grinned. "Then let's fix that." He slid his finger through the fudge on the cake and held it out to Blue. Blue giggled and flicked his tongue along Gray's finger, licked the frosting off, then sensuously sucked Gray's finger into his mouth. Holding Gray's hand firmly, Blue slid Gray's finger all the way in, then allowed it to slide out slowly. Blue's eyes twinkled mischievously, promising more to come on this, their honeymoon night. Blue puckered his lips. "How do mine taste now?" Gray tilted his head toward Blue. Their noses touched and rubbed together. Their lips brushed and parted, allowing tongues to briefly touch and flirt. Gray pulled away. "No chocolate. But a hint of fudge." Blue smiled and picked up the cake in his hand, no longer bothering with the fork. He fed Gray a bite, then ate some himself, moving back and forth between them until the cake was gone. Then he held his fingers up between them, and they both licked away the last remnants of sticky fudge, their tongues colliding as they washed Blue's fingers clean. Giggling, they tossed their napkins on the table and headed up to their room. *** "When do you have to go back?" Dallas asked, taking a quick drink of coffee. Wings lifted a bite of apple pie to his mouth. "I plan to leave Sunday morning. It's about a ten-hour drive to the base." He chewed the pie and closed his eyes, savoring the taste, then swallowed. "Damn, boy! This pie is amazing!" Dallas smiled. "Glad you like it. It's Dayna's recipe." Wings held the empty plate out to Dallas, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively. Dallas took Wing's empty dish to the counter, lifted out another slice and slid it onto the plate. He carried it back to Wings and set it before him. "More coffee?" "Nah. I'm good." Wings cut off a generous bite of pie and stuffed it into his mouth. "They don't feed us like this at the base." "Really? Even though you're an officer?" Wings shook his head. "The officer mess ain't bad, most of the time, but they don't have food like this. Bro, this pie is the shit!" Dallas blushed. He wasn't accustomed to anyone complimenting his cooking so much. Wings asked, "What about you? When do you head back to Amarillo?" "I have to be back Monday morning. Can't leave the store for long. One of the curses of being the boss, you know." Wings nodded. "I love flying jets, but it's a real bitch getting time off lately. Commander's got a hard-on for drills these days." Dallas snickered. "I guess I'm the commander at the furniture store, so I have to have to be the one with a hard-on when it comes to scheduling time away. Couldn't give myself more than the weekend off." "When do the guys get back from their honeymoon?" "They're planning to spend the weekend in Dallas, then head to Mexico for a week. Flying back next Saturday." "Damn," Wings said, smiling. "One week on the beaches of Cancun. Wish I could take a week off." He chuckled and asked, "Who's watchin' the kennel until they get back?" "Dayna and I are taking turns. I'll be here all weekend. Then she's watching `em until Wednesday. I'm coming back on Thursday and staying until the boys get home." Wings shook his head slowly. "You guys are incredible. Gray and Blue are really lucky to have people like you in their lives." Dallas shrugged. "Gray and Blue were there for me when I needed a friend. They mean the world to me." Wings smiled. "I believe you, bro. But if I asked them, I bet they'd say the same thing about you." Blushing again as he picked up the dishes, Dallas carried everything to the kitchen sink, not noticing the way Wings admired his muscular butt as he walked away. *** Gray closed his eyes and sighed. Blue's fingers dug into this back, slowly kneading the muscles. Blue leaned forward and whispered into Gray's ear, "The back rub pays for the meal. Deal?" Gray laughed, remembering the first night he and Blue had been intimate. It had started with a back rub, much like this one, with Gray insisting that the back rub would be payment for the food Blue had eaten that day. Gray smiled at the wonderful memory and the even more wonderful massage he was getting at the moment and said, "Deal!" Blue pressed down on a knot in Gray's neck. Gray tensed momentarily, then relaxed as the knot disappeared under Blue's fingers. Blue still seemed to be reminiscing about their first night together. As he rubbed, he giggled and said, "Don't ya' get excited now. Nothin's gonna happen. I'm just givin' ya' a back rub." Gray turned his head sideways to look back at Blue. He'd never forget hearing Blue say that, that first time together, nor how quickly it had moved beyond a simple massage. He smiled and said, "Okay, if you say so." Blue smirked. "You're alright with me bein' naked." "Yep," Gray replied, playing along. He closed his eyes and turned his head back forward. "Well, okay then. Let's get this party started!" They both chuckled. Blue placed his hands on Gray's shoulders and began slowly squeezing, forcing the blood out of the muscles, then relaxed his grip, allowing blood to flow back. Over and over. Squeeze and release. Squeeze and release. Then he used his thumbs to press into the muscles and move them around. "Feels good so far," Gray mumbled. "You're pretty good at this." "You're not so bad yourself," Blue whispered, "Nice body for a computer geek." Gray laughed. "I'm not a computer geek. I'm a misunderstood dog groomer." "And I'm the misfit boy who loves you!" Blue replied, scooting down a little and working on the muscles along the side of Gray's back, in toward the spine and back out to Gray's ribs, gently stroking down and up, side to side. When he finished with Gray's back, he swung his leg over and knelt next to Gray's butt, both knees touching Gray's side. Then he slowly rubbed Gray's left thigh, massaging and squeezing down his leg towards his knee, then all along the calf, the ankle, the foot. Then back up again and down the other leg. Gray couldn't help himself. He was practically moaning with pleasure. Blue smiled. As he worked his way back up Gray's right leg, he paused when he reached the top of Gray's thigh, then kept going right up onto Gray's right butt cheek. He gently squeezed Gray's ass and kept squeezing, then moved to the other side and squeezed Gray's left cheek as well. Gray groaned. "Is this part of a back massage?" he asked. Blue giggled. "Definitely. Your ass is connected to your back, you know. But," Blue said with a smile, "now it's time for the other half of your body to get a massage. Turn over." Gray flipped over onto his back, exposing his hard cock to Blue's hungry eyes. Blue swung himself astraddle Gray's body, putting one knee on each side of Gray's hips and sitting his own naked ass right down on top of Gray's crotch, pressing his butt down onto Gray's erection. Gray sighed as he stared up into Blue's aquamarine eyes. "I think the deal was a back rub in exchange for your meal. This is a bit more than a back rub, isn't it?" Gray asked, repeating his own words from that first night years ago. Blue nodded. "Sure. The back rub's done, and this here is a chest rub." Blue leaned forward, his thick cock flopping forward to land on Gray's stomach as Blue reached up and began gently rubbing Gray's throat and shoulders. Gray smiled. "Then I think we need to renegotiate our deal. If I let you give me a chest rub too, I think you should get tomorrow's meals free-of-charge." Blue shook his head. "That ain't nearly good enough, my dude." "Oh? Then what do you want?" Gray asked. Blue leaned down and kissed Gray on the lips. "I want a lifetime of your love." Gray kissed Blue back and grinned. "You've got a deal, champ." *** "Did you get enough to eat?" Wings groaned and rubbed his stomach. "You kiddin' me? I'm stuffed." Dallas laughed. "Then you probably don't feel like taking a late-night walk along the lake?" Wings pushed back from the table and stood up. Gesturing with one hand, he said, "Lead the way." Dallas grinned and called out to the dogs. "Goin' for a walk, guys. Wanna go?" He didn't have to ask twice. King, Amber, Crash, and Junior leapt up from where they rested all around the living room and rushed for the front door, waiting impatiently to be let out. Wings laughed. "Still findin' it hard to believe they own so many ... big dogs." He'd almost said `dangerous dogs', but that wasn't quite right. Sure, they were mostly Pitbulls or Pitbull mixes, but they certainly didn't act like all the stories he'd heard. Rather, he felt completely safe taking a nighttime stroll surrounded by this powerful pack of canines. He thought about the hiking he'd done in southern New Mexico, where he was stationed, and the times he'd heard coyotes howling in the distance. With these dogs as his escorts, he would never worry about coyotes or even bears. Amber and King the Rottweiler looked like they could hold their own with any creature you might encounter, even a mountain lion. The night air was warm, but cooler down by the lake. Summer was nearing an end, and the Oklahoma humidity wasn't so oppressive that night. It certainly wasn't anything like the dry deserts surrounding Holloman Air Force Base. He found himself enjoying the walk and also the company he was keeping. Without being too obvious, Wings stole glances at Dallas every now and then. The tall young man was powerfully built, with bulging arms and legs, a barrel chest and tight stomach. Wings wasn't usually interested in gingers, but Dallas' green eyes were entrancing. And, strangely enough, the most appealing thing about Dallas was how much Blue adored him. It was obvious the two were close friends. Blue, for whatever reason, cared almost as much for Dallas as he did for Gray. And that was the only recommendation Wings needed. As they walked along the shore of the lake, they talked. Dallas told Wings about growing up in Amarillo with Blue, living across the street from one another but never being allowed to be friends or spend time together. Then came the day everyone learned about the sexual abuse by Father Downing and the horrible bullying began at school. Dallas downplayed his role as Blue's protector, but Wings could tell Dallas had been the one and only friend Blue had had, at a time when all the other kids were avoiding him or harassing him. "Why did you stand up for Blue?" Wings asked. Dallas said nothing for a moment, thinking about how to reply. "I suppose I can tell you. It doesn't matter anymore, so there's no point in keeping it a secret any longer." Wings stopped Dallas with a gentle touch of his hand on Dallas' shoulder. "Bro, you don't have to tell me, not if it's something you'd rather keep private." Dallas shook his head. "It's no big deal. Not any longer." He turned to face Wings and said, "The guy that molested Drew, molested me too. I never told anyone, but when it started happening to Drew, I felt bad for him. Standing up for Drew was the only way I could make it up to him, you know?" "You never told Blue why you were standing up for him?" "Nah. I couldn't tell him. Or anyone. Stupid, huh?" Wings shrugged. "No. I don't think it's stupid. You were how old? Fifteen?" "Fourteen, in eighth grade. Stephen Downing and I had been messing around for two years. Then he started doing stuff with Drew. The weird thing is it made me jealous at first. Not just because they were doing stuff with each other, but because I sort of wanted to do stuff with Drew too." "Did you? Do stuff with Drew?" Dallas shook his head. "Not until much later. Nah, at the time, we had bigger problems that kept us apart." Dallas told Wings about the attack in the park, about how badly he and Blue had been injured. "Once Drew recovered, he disappeared. I didn't find out until years later that his dad forced him to go to some place where they tortured him, trying to drive out his gayness." Wings sighed. "Yeah. He told me about that place, and what he had to do to get away. Suckin' trucker dick is no way for a kid to learn about sex, so it's a good thing he ran into me." Wings paused. "At least ... I think it was good thing. Some days, I'm not so sure." "Why's that?" Wings sighed. "I guess you told me your deepest secret. Time for me to reveal my gory past too." As they walked around the far side of the lake, Wings told Dallas about running away from home and living on the streets, hustling tricks to stay alive and teaching Blue to do the same. When he reached the point in his story where he found out he was HIV-positive, his voice dropped to almost a whisper. "I thought it was a death sentence. I couldn't imagine getting better." Dallas peeked over at Wings. The guy had been so confident and even a bit cocky, strutting around in his dress uniform, impressing everyone with his stories of flying fighter jets. But behind the self-assured facade was a scared, little boy, with a dark and frightening past that he had had to fight to escape, much like Drew had. Dallas found himself feeling the same protective urges he had felt toward Drew long ago. He stopped and put one hand on Wings' shoulder, turning the smaller man around until they were face to face. Wings looked up, slightly confused and questioning what Dallas wanted. Dallas moved forward until they were chest to chest and wrapped his arms around Wings, pulling him into a light hug. Wings voice cracked as he said, "Thanks ... uhhhh ... but this is as far as it can go, you know?" Dallas stood back, holding Wings by the shoulders only. Confused, he asked, "Why do you say that?" Wings dipped his head, staring at his feet. "Bro, you heard what I said. I'm HIV-pos." "Yeah. I heard. So ... we can't be friends?" "We can be friends. But no more than that." Wings continued to stare at his feet, refusing to look up. Dallas touched Wings beneath the chin and gently lifted his face until they were looking each other in the eye once again. "You're not a leper, Wings." Wings sighed. "No. But what I have, you don't want." "Aren't there ways to stay safe? Always use a condom? Stuff like that?" Wings shrugged. "My viral load has been undetectable for years now. I take my meds every day. The docs tell me that as long as it stays that way, I can't transmit it to anyone else. But ..." "But what? What's the problem, bro?" Wings pulled away from Dallas and walked a few feet away, standing with his back to Dallas, looking out over the peaceful waters of the lake. His voice was subdued as he explained, "When I found out I had it, it crushed me. If it hadn't been for Blue being there with me that day, I probably would have spiraled down until I ended it all. But he gave me hope. Hope that maybe one day it would be better. And it did get better. The treatments they gave me worked, and the docs taught me how to deal with it." Wings laughed bitterly. "One of `em told me to think of it like a bad case of diabetes. As long as I keep taking my meds, I can live with it." Dallas walked forward and stood next to Wings. "So that's what you've been doing? Living with it?" Shrugging, Wings replied, "Yeah. And doin' good, despite this shit. Had to fight the Air Force over it. At first, they refused to let me sign up. When the doctors in Tulsa heard about that, they made a huge fuss over it. Some of them had political pull, and they got a senator fighting for me. Said it wasn't fair. That I was a kid who had been handed a shitty life and fought my way back, so I guess my story made the headlines. Embarrassed the current administration." Wings snorted. "I became the poster child for disadvantaged street kids and my life became a political football. But it made a difference, I suppose, because they ended up changing the rules and I made it into the Air Force. When they found out I was a damned good pilot, suddenly my HIV didn't matter anymore." Wings turned to face Dallas, revealing a tear-stained face. Wings smiled sadly and said, "So, yeah, I'm doing okay, but there's one thing I can never do, Dallas. I can never put someone else at risk. I couldn't live with myself, knowing I put someone else through the fear and misery I went through. So I won't let myself love anyone ever again. We can be friends, but that's all." Dallas faced Wings, a stubborn glint lighting up his eyes. "I get it, man. There's just one thing you need to know about me." "What's that?" "I don't let bullies win." Wings frowned. "What's that got to do with anything?" Dallas put his hands on Wings' shoulders and squeezed gently. "This fear you have is like a bully. It's running your life, making you do what it wants. That's no way to live, bro. When the other kids started picking on Drew because of something that wasn't his fault, I stood up to them. Now here you are, dealing with something that isn't your fault, living in fear because of it. Time to stand up to this bully and tell him to get the fuck out of your life." Dallas pointed a thumb at his chest. "Because Dallas Anderson is here now, and he stands up for his friends. Every time." Wings rolled his eyes, then stared at the massive, muscled hunk standing in front of him. Dallas gave Wings a goofy, twisted grin, but his eyes twinkled with affection. Wings snorted and chuckled. Dallas began laughing too as he pulled Wings into another hug. "We may start out as friends," Dallas whispered in Wings' ear, "but I can't guarantee it'll end up that way." *** Blue wrapped one hand around Gray's cock and squeezed. Gray placed his hand over Blue's hand, stopping him. "Just a minute," Gray whispered. "This is definitely more than a chest rub. If you do this, I think we'll have to renegotiate our agreement." Blue grinned, realizing that Gray was still recalling their first night in bed. "What did'ya have in mind?" Blue asked with a snicker. Gray looked around, pretending to be running through options in his head. "Hmmmm ... well, if I let you do this, I think you'll have to let me take you shopping tomorrow for a bikini swimsuit." Blue laughed. "You'd want me wearin' one of those?" Gray's eyes twinkled. "I want everyone to see how sexy my husband is." Blue smirked. "I don't know. I usually get a lot more than one lousy swimsuit for one of my blowjobs." Gray smiled. "I see your point. Well, then ... one blowjob for TWO swimsuits." Blue laughed. Gray shook his head. "Okay. Okay. You drive a hard bargain. I'll even throw in some suntan lotion." Blue simply smiled and leaned forward. He stuck his tongue out and gently licked the head of Gray's cock, lapping up the drop of precum leaking out of the tip. Then Blue slid back slightly and licked from Gray's balls up the shaft to the tip, then dipped the end of his tongue just inside the slit. Gray sucked in his breath, but his eyes never left Blue's. Blue smiled and parted his lips and took Gray's cock into his mouth, licking all around the cap with his tongue, sucking the cap in and pulling off, letting it pop out with a light smack. Gray was smiling now, enjoying Blue's playfulness. Blue slid his wet lips all the way down Gray's cock on one side, up the thick tube underneath, and then back down the other side. Blue's tongue danced up Gray's hard rod and swirled around the cap a second time, and then Blue slid his mouth over the end and slowly slid down, down, down all the way to the base. Blue's lips were pressed against Gray's dark pubic bush, while the tip of Gray's cock throbbed inside Blue's throat. Blue began swallowing, massaging Gray's cock with his throat muscles. Then he pulled up and gently sucked the tip before going back down again. Gray closed his eyes and leaned his head back. He still remembered the first time Blue had done this. It had been far beyond anything Gray had ever experienced, anything he'd ever imagined. And now, with Blue reenacting their first time together, Gray was amazed that it was just as incredible this time as every time before. His cock pulsed inside Blue's mouth. His body jerked as electric shocks passed through his spine and down to his toes and back up to his aching manhood. He couldn't last long. It was intense and wonderful, made even more special because it was his husband doing it now. After so many times with Gray's cock deep in his throat, Blue knew when Gray was close to exploding. He slid off and squeezed Gray's cock hard around the base, choking off the sensations before Gray could climax. Then Blue moved down and began gently sucking Gray's balls, moving from one to the other, rolling the soft nuggets around in his mouth, nibbling just hard enough to make Gray gasp in pleasure. Blue glanced up at Gray and smiled. Gray reached down and lovingly caressed Blue's cheek with one finger, whispering, "I love you, champ." Blue whispered, "I love you, my dude." Then he lifted Gray's balls and slid even farther down, licking and nibbling on Gray's taint, kissing Gray's thighs and licking his balls again. Gray moaned eagerly, wanting more, so Blue slid back up to Gray's cock and bit down gently on the cap before sliding Gray's cock back into his mouth and slowly pressing down on it until his lips were touching Gray's pubes once more. Gray closed his eyes and placed his hands on Blue's head, rubbing gently on Blue's scalp as his body shook and his cock pumped, filling Blue's throat with cum. When the final spasm left his body shaking underneath his lover, Gray sighed and said, "Okay. Two swimsuits, one bottle of suntan lotion, AND a pair of boat shoes." Blue giggled and scooted up until he was lying on top of Gray, kissing him and sharing the tangy juices he'd captured in his mouth. *** On the walk back to the old farmhouse, Dallas and Wings said very little. Their arms were draped across each other's shoulders, each lost in thought, thinking about how they had both been Blue's friend and protector, and now they found themselves amazed at how quickly they had become friends with one another. "I wasn't always a good friend," Dallas admitted, thinking about the horrible things he'd done to Blue at the request of Alan Wright and Cameron Schaeffer. "I ain't so sure I was the best friend either," Wings said with a sigh, wondering once more if teaching Blue to turn tricks was such a good thing. Dallas frowned. "I wonder if he holds any resentment." Wings chuckled. "Are you jokin', bro? This is Blue we're talkin' about, right?" "Yeah, too true," Dallas replied with a laugh. "Still, I feel like I'll never be able to make it up to him. Some of the things I did ..." His voice trailed off with regret. Wings nodded. "I understand, bro. I get it. I really do. But look at where Blue is now. The kid's on cloud nine. Lovin' life and married to a great guy. Obviously, he ain't regrettin' one damned thing." "You're right about that," Dallas said with a grin. "And he asked you to be his best man. Would he have done that if he was still upset over anything you did?" "No, I guess not," Dallas admitted. Then he realized something else. "Drew asked you too--to be his best man--even if it was at the last minute. So I guess the same thing goes for you. Right?" Wings smiled. "Good point, bro. Good point." Dallas stared into Wings' eyes. They were pools of black, slightly slanted, a reminder of his mother's Vietnamese heritage. Wings had delicate features, in keeping with his slightly smaller, thinner body. He didn't look old enough to be a fighter pilot. He looked like he should be in high school, fighting off the girls, or perhaps more appropriately, the gay boys. Wings was an amazing guy, a true enigma: a cute Asian guy with a Texas drawl and a fighter pilot's cocky attitude. Wings stared back at Dallas. Those green eyes made Wings' stomach flutter, especially with the way he was looking at Wings now. Wings wasn't sure what exactly was going on between the two of them, but he felt his cock tingling with anticipation. Dallas was everything he wanted in a man: strong and powerful, yet tender and loving. The light dusting of freckles on his cheeks gave Dallas a boyish appeal, but that thick bulge in his pants made Wings' mouth water. Dallas felt his cock beginning to swell. Was this really happening, he wondered? Wings was everything he wanted in a man, youthful, beautiful, yet confident and intelligent. And the two of them certainly seemed to click in every way. Wings turned to face Dallas. Unsure of himself, for perhaps the first time in his life. He hadn't allowed himself to be close to anyone for years, and now he found himself unable to hold back. Dallas tilted his head down, hoping he wasn't misreading the signs. Hoping he had finally found what he'd been searching for his entire life. Wings leaned closer. Their chests touched again. Their lips met. *** Blue cried out, in ecstasy, pushing his hips against Gray, burying his cock deep inside Gray as the orgasm took over and his body shook. He pulled Gray into a tight hug and held him close, nibbling on the back of Gray's neck. Gray gasped and shot a second load of cum all over the towel he'd placed underneath him. Then they both fell forward on the bed, spooning with Blue's cock still clasped tightly inside, drifting off into sleep. *** Wings cried out, in ecstasy, throwing his head back as Dallas thrust up inside him, making his body quake and shiver each time the younger man's enormous cock stroked across his prostate. Dallas stopped, pushing hard up into Wings' body. The veins on his neck stood out and this chest was bright red, blushing with the exertion. He groaned as his cock unloaded. Wings' moaned and came, launching white, creamy volleys onto his own stomach. Dallas collapsed, falling forward into Wings' arms, smearing the cum between them as they hugged and kissed, giving their bodies time to recover for the next round of loving. *** The beaches of Cancun were mostly empty. It was late in the season, and most tourists had headed home. It meant Gray and Blue could walk along, holding hands, enjoying their special time together without attracting too much attention. Blue wore a bright turquoise Speedo. His long limbs and tanned body caught the eye of everyone, boy and girl, but there was only one man who held his heart. Gray, though nine years older, was still handsome, with a firm body, wavy black hair, and steel-gray eyes. Blue couldn't have been prouder of his lover and husband. Gray was on top of the world. The young man beside him was no longer his young lover, no longer the frustrating kid who argued with him until they were both red in the face, no longer the boy who needed Gray's love and protection and help. He was now the center of Gray's life, his focus and his devotion. And the sexiest young thing on the beach! They were as deliriously happy as only newlyweds can be. *** Wings postponed his departure as late as he could. He didn't leave Sunday morning, opting to leave that evening and drive all night. That would give him a few extra hours to enjoy an invigorating swim in the lake with Dallas and the dogs, laughing and splashing and dunking his new lover. Dallas made plans for getting together as soon as possible. He decided he'd have to train a new assistant manager, now that he had a good reason for taking off more often. Even if it was for just a weekend, he promised he'd drive down to see Wings every chance he could get. As soon as Wings made it back, he was planning to get an apartment off-base. There was no way they could be together in the pilot's quarters. An apartment would be less convenient, requiring Wings to drive into work every day, but he was willing to do that, if it meant having Dallas in his arms. They were as eager and excited as only new lovers can be. The end of MISUNDERSTOOD, Chapter Thirty-Five