Date: Wed, 10 Jul 2002 09:31:05 EDT
From: Writersrealmmm@aol.com
Subject: Billie Joe's Journal 18

Billie Joe's Journal

Chapter 18
Reality And The Street

	I woke up holding onto Ty in my best sleeping position.  Feeling
the warmth of his velvet skin made me press my face against the middle of
his strong back.  My arm easily fit around him.  The head of his erection
was pressed against my hand, and in turn, my offering rested neatly in his
firm crack.  It was a mixture of tough and tender, soft and hard, passion
and repose.  I moved my hips to take the maximum pleasure from my partial
dream state and this connection to reality. I moaned and realized how
absolutely marvelous Ty's young body was.

	  I wanted to hang between sleep and wakefulness indefinitely.
Suspended in my lewdness, being unashamed of wanting other boys, this
boy. No longer hearing the curses of those who despise us for our
loveliness and our desire for love that comes when you are never loved,
while being never allowed to love by convention. I had all the pleasures of
a dream while feeling reality against me. It was the perfect state of grace
that I would never willingly leave. This fanciful place was far superior to
the reality of the street, the reality of California Dreamin'.

	It took me more minutes to realize we weren't alone in the bed.  An
arm had come around me from elsewhere on the bed. It held my chest and my
body close to his comfortable breast.  He had assumed my position and his
column of flesh rudely disregarded the natural contours of my butt cheeks.
Even though it was greatly aroused, it was no threat to me. It completed my
connection to lust, even before I knew it was some form I could great
gladly or perhaps it was leather boy come for the bounty he'd so harshly
desired.

	Dreams do become nightmares if you meet men in cars with black
windows or boys in black leather jackets, but this holding was friendly,
and the hard pillar was seeking no recourse in this dream.  A friendly
embrace kept me safely in my bed wedged in my willful cocoon.  Reaching
behind me to merely regard the guardian of my posterior, it was a surprise
that I found.

My ardor was more inflamed with double grips for hungry hands. This warm
embrace brought me closer to the breastbone of my backdoor man.  I held him
firmly and let him feel close to me.  What other prize did I have to give
for his protection?  Even inflamed as I was I could rise even higher on my
cloud of desire while I felt him twitching in my fist.  Pressing back hard
against him got me a moan that blew hot air on my neck.  I pulled his hands
down past my my pubes until he once again had a grip on life, my life.  I
pushed my confession through his awakening fingers as as he chewed my neck
and churned his hips abruptly as he came rambling back to his life.

"I've wanted you since I first saw you," the gravely hoarse voice confessed
into my catchy ear as he pulled on me while pushing against me.

There was only one other boy in the city that I had eyes for up 'til then.
There couldn't be a more complete dream than this, only I was fully awake
as he churned against me, kissing my neck and my ear.  It was him.  It was
Gene.

"Me too," I said softly.

"You got a raincoat so we're covered?" His lips managed through his kisses.

"No," I said, knowing there was no way that thing was going into my butt.

His posture went from tightened violin string to over cooked spaghetti that
fast.  He did not leave me but our lack of protection left him incredibly
disappointed.

"I used all mine on Donnie today.  If I get up we'll have an audience for
sure.  They already have enough to talk about.  We'll get together today.
I know places where we can go. Is that okay with you."

"It sounds wonderful to me," I said, massaging his bending enthusiasm as he
thrust it up against me one more time, letting go of his moan.

There was something about Gene that was both mature and immature at the
same time.  He was very much a man in height but he was still caught in a
little boy world of wonder.  All the youngest kids stuck with him for
safety and he was the bridge between them and the older boys that called
the shots and took what they wanted from the youngest boys.  His hand
deserted me.  He was slipping away as a dream slips away, but I was awake,
wasn't I? It was a dream after all.

As quick as I died of the loneliness he left me with the tip of his tongue
awoke me to the truths of this strange new world.  He used his hands to pry
apart my innocence and that tip became a torrent of lavishly lingering
licks that lifted me back onto that lusty cloud I had but recently fallen
off of.  He pushed and prodded and poked the point of entry with what must
have been the tongue of all tongues.  It seemed determined to wiggle it's
way into my soul and I was afraid I'd soon be spraying cum all over Ty.

Quick as a flash he was back on my back with that snake like tongue in my
ear.  The panting and groaning seemed demonic at best as his hips did the
rest, using my sloppy crack he'd only a second before left.  I was fearful
at first when he climbed on my rear, I wasn't too happy when he got himself
in gear.

, remembering he was no little boy down there,


but the fear was unfounded disappointment was real once I felt the hot air
in my ear as he streamed out his cum, dousing my scalding skin with his hot
load.

"Oh god, I'm sorry.  I couldn't help it.  I wanted you so bad.  Now I've
made a mess of it.  You're pissed at me.  I'm sorry."

His words came in spurts like his cum.  He blew hot air in my ear and
chewed on the lobe as the spasms quieted and then he chewed and licked my
neck, humping my crack.

"I'll get a towel.  I'm sorry.  I had to cum.  You got me so horny once I
knew you liked me.  I couldn't stop myself."

"I'll get the towel," I said.  "Don't be sorry.  I loved it.  You're a
stud, Gene."

"Can we still do it later?  I know places we can go."

"Yes, Gene, later, earlier, whenever you want.  It's a bit crowded here."

"You make me hot just thinking about it.  I'll make it up to you. I
promise. I don't usually let myself lose control that way. It's just that
you're so different from us.  So clean and fresh, like you belong in some
nice clean house and here you are with me. Liking me."

He spoke fast and soft and he said things that made me a believer.

"Calm down.  I'll get a towel.  I'm glad I make you feel that way.  You can
show me one of those places later on."

I had to get out of the bed or I would have to do something fast.  The
motel room was like the candy shop I never knew at home.  The bodies, the
nudity, the embraces were all over the room.  We were the young, being in
love with love because we loved it.  It was better than any thing else we
had ever known.

I got the towel and slipped silently back between my lovers.  Gene was
halfway back asleep when I started wiping him free of his cum.  He moaned
and raised his hips so I could have all of him I wanted.  He was halfway to
being soft as well but he got no softer while I held his smooth balls to
wipe this potent pecker that had sprouted between a little boy's skinny
legs.  His raspy deep voice and broad shoulders announced that he would be
big everywhere, one day, but on this day I didn't care about much except
that he was there with me.

	I left the bodies around me alone for awhile.  My heart was still
pounding and my dick was throbbing from the vivid memory of Gene's
enthusiasm for me and the promises of more.  I'd seen Gene's bold and saucy
way at the party hotel and while he attracted my attention it wasn't in a
good way.  I was sure I couldn't have much to do with the likes of him but
here I was happy for his touch.  I was more than the unattractive boy who
lived inside me.  Having never thought anyone could want to be with me, I
had found people who came to me and told me I was wrong about myself.  It
was somehow reassuring being liked and desired.

	The room was still dark and it was easy to ignore the other people
around us in the small space.  There was a different kind of heat that was
generated by too many bodies in a confined space.  I couldn't take much
interest in what I couldn't see, especially after Gene's display.  The
warmth of the two bodies made it easy for me to once again consider sleep.
The wonder of warmth carried me off in comfort and pleasure as most of my
flesh was wedged between the naked flesh of Ty and Gene.

	I don't know how long I slept after that.  I was on my back when
rays of light crossed my face.  They angered me like a fly bugging me.  I
tried to fight reality off with my hand, but the damage had been done.
Sleep deserted me too quickly for me to wrestle it back again.  I found
myself looking at Tony, Tim and two other bodies in the other bed.  Tony
had assumed my favorite position, holding Tim, wrapping himself around him
from behind.  His hand rested on Tim's stomach, and, much to my surprise,
Tim was holding his hand.

	Bryce and Harvey were also in the bed facing the other direction,
with Harvey wrapped around Bryce.  I looked to my left and saw Gene.  His
leg crossed over my leg and his hand was on the inside of my thigh.  His
face was pointed up his mouth gapping.  Don was now laying where Ty had
been and his hand was on my best part.  As usual I was charged up for
battle.  His erection was planted against my leg and his face rested on my
stomach as he slobbered a puddle on my belly button.

	I pushed myself up on my arms and glared into the light from the
window in the bathroom.  Someone had left the door open.  I fought off my
fog.  Who the fuck were all these people?

	I saw Sharon on the floor.  Next to her was a guy I didn't know.  I
saw a green uniform coat on the chair by the television.  I could see the
muscles in his shoulders and back and that short, tell-tale hair.  His legs
were covered in a light blond fur.  His arms had longer, darker hairs on
them.  One was just under Sharon's breast.  She was stretched out from him
and they formed a forty five degree angle, and when I sat up I could see
his stiffness resting between her legs two inches below her love
connection.  His was fat and no longer than my own but as wide as the shaft
seemed the head was too large for it.

	When I got up to piss I took a closer look, and his pubic hair was
light blond.  I was surprised to see his face was that of a boy, maybe a
year or two older than the rest of us.  His sunburned arms bulged but the
rest of him was a pale white, save his brown face.  His pants were still on
and bunched at his ankles with his boxers buried in the crumpled tangle of
cloth just above his feet.

The light blond hairs below his belly button ran down into his bush.  His
other hand held his own hairless balls. I could tell he was having a
dynamite dream.  There was liquid on her leg where his excitement rested,
and he let loose a shinny drop to join the puddle as I watched his pecker
pulse firmly.

	I was captivated as I watched his puddle grow.  I reached my hand
down to touch the liquid.  It was irresistible to me.  I couldn't keep
myself from being drawn to it.  I felt it, rubbing it a millimeter from the
slit that yielded it.  It was hot and sticky.  My fingers brushed the head
and felt it's velvet tightness.  I felt the next drop as it oozed out of
him.  It was even warmer and his pecker throbbed on my hand.

	As it continued to pump out of him I used two fingers to massage it
into that thick helmet.  His hips moved as a long low breath oozed from
him.  He continued pulsing out the clear pre-cum that had accumulated up
under the head.  I collected the sticky substance and rubbed it on my own
manhood.  It responded with a lurch and heat rushed into my face as my
stomach dropped out of me.  The proximity to his offering ignited a fire in
my groin and a thrill in my brain.

What I wanted to do with him I didn't do.  I settled for lubricating myself
with what he was so freely giving up.  The head pulsed when my hand felt it
the next time during my careless collection.  I wanted to taste him, to
feel him expanding in my mouth.  I wanted to feel that bold crown against
my tongue.  Certainly he was beyond objection.

	Standing there, gathering honey, I shook from fear or lust.  My
fingers felt the man's cock head without restraint this time.  I let the
liquid pump into my palm as the combination of feelings burnt my insides
and had me near a discharge I'd be helpless to stop, but I could stop
myself.  I couldn't breathe.  My heart pounded.  I wanted to die.  I wanted
him. I no longer cared about Sharon or the other half dozen boys that might
see my perversity.

	My face was so close that I could feel the heat flowing off his
cock.  I tightened my grip and gloried at the liquid that pulsed into my
hungry palm.  I couldn't wait to get a little more of his bounty so I could
take it to the bathroom so I could use it to perform some hand to hand
combat on my own member.  My fingers tightened even more when he twitched
out even more drops.  I was too caught up in my mischief to suspect that he
might be rousing.  I was so close to having all that I wanted and more than
I needed.

That's when his hand grabbed my wrist on this bold collection that violated
more than common sense.  I had so much of his cock in my possession that
there was no way to deny my rude trespass.  Certainly a well-bred Minnesota
boy had no explanation to account for me having possession of a strange
sleeping man's pride and joy.

I found myself face to face with his lovely but fiery baby blue eyes.  His
face was tight and he was squinting while he considered my indiscretion.
His grip was powerful.  I waited for the other hand to be introduced to me
as a fist.  Why was I so fucking stupid to touch some strange guy's cock?

"What time is it," he growled, down inside his throat with a raspy edge.

"I don't know," I said, unable to let go of his manhood fast enough.

"Where am I?" he said, softer and with more clarity, glancing at what I had
just deserted.

"Economy Motel south of the Castro."

"Oh Yeah!  I'm back home.  Carry on.  Don't stop on my account.  It's okay.
She's a waste.  Not nearly as good as fucking my little brother."

He pulled my captured hand back on to his cock.  He held my wrist until I
once more had a hold on him.  My own liquid was discharging on his arm as a
different kind of thrilling heat ran up through my thighs, into my body,
and flushed out through my face.  I squeezed involuntarily.  I felt him
stiffen, and he seemed to purposely rub his arm against my own leaking
erection.

He leaned on one elbow and watched my hand stroke him long and slow.  His
eyes still squinted but they stared as though he was watching two other
people.  He moved his face to the inside of my thigh and leaned so his hair
was now in the line of fire of my discharge.  He seemed comfortable being
handled by another boy.  What was that crack about his brother?

	"Faster," I asked, unsure and wanting more than anything to please
this sleepy time soldier.

	"No.  That's okay.  I like that.  Slow!  Easy!  You have it right."


	He stared.  His face rubbed against my soft inner leg as he leaned
in my direction.  I felt his lips brush my skin in what felt like a kiss.
While thinking more about his nearness to my erection, I felt him spew hot
liquid out over my fingers.  It was thick fluid that ran like a lava flow
pumping steadily out of his wide open slit.  The hot breaths kissed my leg,
thrilling me.  His stomach and chest worked in tight quick motion.  My own
liquid was becoming thicker and more persistent as it dripped into his
prickly hair.  He made no protest.

With a shuddering his chest filled as he gasped for air, sucking it in in a
series of overlapping gulps and blowing it out past my leg where his lips
nearly touched my skin.  He fell on his back sucking more breaths in rapid
succession as the honey ran down the back of my hand and collect in a
puddle at the top of his pubes.  I held him secure in my hand as he
tightened his hand on mine so I knew to stop jerking him.

	"That's it.  Finally!  I needed that.  Remind me to thank you later
when I wake up.  I'm wasted.  Fucked up.  Damn nice of you, mate.  Thanks."
He seemed to fall asleep while he was talking, mumbling his words as
consciousness drained out of him in a last, long sighing breath.

	I was careful to collect all the jellied cum I'd pumped out of him,
quickly carrying it into the bathroom with the heat and memories still
vivid so I could use it for my own lusty purposes.  I applied it all on to
my over aroused flesh.

It was all I could do to hold back.  My cock expanded beyond any
measurements I'd known.  This was the real deal.  I'd forgotten I hadn't
cum since being with Earl.  I'd watched enough sex to set me on fire more
than once, but it would be my own hand that relieved me.  It felt so good
with that warm liquid seeping into my pores.  I envisioned my secret lover
while remembering every inch of his body, his tender blue eyes and boys
face.  I pushed myself into my fist, easily at first, but then I became
more intense.  Each time I brought myself to the brink, I backed it off,
watched the tacky cum smeared on every inch of my dick, tasting and
smelling it, and then I was carried off on my mad mindless whacking.  My
breathing filled the bathroom and my self abuse had me moaning and groaning
in joy.  This was the best one of all.

I came on my cheek and my chin, under my neck and down my chest to my
stomach.  They were long powerful shots that splashed cum up the front of
me.  I leaned hard back against the toilet, struggling to breathe while
watching my rivulets of love flowing.  It was wonderful but I was still
stirring, remembering soldier boy, thinking of how good more would be.  I
didn't know where he had come from but I was glad he ended up in my motel
room.

	The shower was long and hot.  The steam rolled up around me..  I
covered my body in soap from head to toe.  As I was soaping my head the
second, third or forth time, the curtain ripped back, startling the hell
out of me.  It was the fucking soldier looking right at what I wanted to
hide just then.

	"I wondered where you went. Can I shower too?  I reek.  I haven't
been out of that uniform in three days."

	Reeking was the least of it.  His initial problem was back or had
perhaps never gone away.  In a second he was standing next to me as the
water cascaded down on us.  He was maybe four inches taller than I and not
nearly as big as I thought.  While he was quite muscular it wasn't on a
wide frame.  He'd merely cut a frame not much larger than my own.  It
looked quite good on him but my eyes were quickly on that other muscle, as
it brushed across my thigh by accident or not.

	"Could you soap me up, friend?  You didn't seem to have a problem
touching me."

His voice was both husky and smooth and his eyes were still pinched tight
so only a little bit of blue could shine through.

	I was immediately working soap into that fat erection of his.  The
oversized head flared out spreading open his pee slit as it twitched in my
fingers as I gave it some firm soapy strokes.  He leaned his hand up on the
tile near the showerhead and pushed his hips at my hand.  I was hoping it
wouldn't be quite as quick this time but I kept an eye on that wide pee
slit so I didn't miss anything.

My only concern was that this big strong boy would want more from me than I
was willing to give him.  I knew I'd started it and I hoped he was
satisfied with me giving him a hand.  I wasn't sure I wanted to suck it and
there was no way I wanted what looked like an apple sized head forcing its
way up my butt hole.  I tried not to seem too anxious as I got that puppy
as clean as it had ever been.  It was so clean he had to put his second
hand up on the tile as he blew hot air on my face and watched my busy hand.


	"That's really nice, kid, but I meant my back.  I'm hardly able to
stand up right now.  You keep that up and I'm going to be flat on my ass."

	"Oh, I'm really sorry.  I thought you meant....  I didn't mean...."

	"Hey, kid, cool the nervous routine.  We'll back to it shortly.
You got a fine set of hands only I was wanting to wash that bitch off me
first.  Don told me she was fine but he's better than she is, believe me.
You're better than she is."

	"You been with Donnie?"

	"He's my brother.  I came down here to see him.  He thought I'd
like Sharon.  I'll try anything once.  I prefer him but he's all up with
Gene and doesn't want him to know he's been with me."

	"I don't take it up the butt," I blurted out.

	He smiled from ear to ear as he let me see both of his wide open
eyes for the first time.  Both of his muscular arms were stretched up over
my head as my hands soaped him up between his pubes and his belly button.
I felt like a dork as soon as I said it.  Why was I so stupid at a time
like this?

	"I do," he said in a delighted voice.  "Let's finish showering
before we get into that.  You are cute you know."

	"I am?" I asked.

	"Give me a break, you know you're a hotty.  You fucking my brother?
It's okay if you are.  I mean it is none of business.  He is my brother."

	"I don't even know him.  I mean I know him when I see him is all."

	"How the hell did you get in-between him and that Gene kid.  He
won't let me within a mile of Gene."

	"I was in bed with Ty last night.  I woke up between them.  They
came in during the night."

	"Oh!  Give me that soap.  I'll do you for awhile."

	He started to soap up my chest and shoulders and then he reached
around me to do my back.  Before I knew it my face was on his chest and he
was holding me with both of his strong arms.  He reached down my back into
the crack of my ass as he soaped me up.  I put my arms around his waist and
felt his fleshy cheeks as our erections rubbed together.

	After a minute he dropped the soap into the bottom of the tub and
held me close to him.  He kissed my neck and I leaned back to give it to
him.  He kissed my lips twice in a row and then looked at me.  His dick
curved up and that red head brushed my belly and I felt it and spread the
pee slit wide like it had been just before he came.

	"It's big," I said, looking at his face.

	"Just the head's oversized.  Courtesy of Hoover."

	"Hoover?  He a boyfriend?"

	"You know, Hoover vacuums.  I used to put my dick in the hose.  As
my dick got bigger it got more difficult.  Then it could only fit the head
after awhile, not even all of it.  One time I fell asleep with it sucking
me.  I got infected from it that time.  The doctor he had to use this big
old needle on it to get the fluid out.  Man that was no fun.  Once it
settled down that's how the head got any time I'm near someone I like.

	"It's awesome," I said squeezing and watching it change color.  "I
guess I shouldn't be touching you there."

	"No biggy.  I understand curiosity.  I was curious about everyone's
dick when I was your age. My big brother taught me all I needed to know
about dicks and it just made me more curious about other guy's brothers.  I
was the second oldest.  I taught Phillip and Don.  They're the youngest."

	"You do it with your brothers?" I asked again.

	"We like sex.  Who else were we going to do it with at thirteen and
fourteen?  My old man used to have a different woman every night.
Sometimes two, sometimes men, and sometimes both.  It runs in the family.
We got this extra sex gene or something, he said, and we're obligated to
share with others on account a lot of people ain't got no sex genes at all.

Each one of us is worse about sex than the last.  Phillip is a little
crazier than I am if you can get him going and Donnie's crazu period.  Sex
is all he thinks about.  When I was real young we used to all go at it, and
when the three of us were worn out, Donnie would still be wanting more."

	He bent to my soaping, encouraging my hands on his cock.  "We've
got that gene, you know.  Once we start a thinking about it.  It's all
over." He leaned back to make it easier for me.

	I watched him breath heavy as I soaped again.  I felt the muscles
in his chest and even felt my insides churning from the feel of him.  He
wasn't thick or big in his arms and chest, but he was tight and cut with
muscles bulging throughout him.  I moved around him and worked on his back
and shoulders but that's not what he wanted.

He leaned against the wall with his hands and let me work down his legs and
up his back until I was behind him and leaning up against his crack with my
pecker.  I really wasn't thinking much about doing any thing, but it felt
good in the soap and the crack with his heat.  I watched it sliding in the
soap on his white shinning skin.

	"I'd let you, you know.  I like that, but AIDS and shit. I don't do
that anymore.  You can go ahead on the crack but don't try to go inside.  I
mean I don't know you and I don't want that shit.  I know that's where you
get it.  Too damn bad, that's the most fun.  I only like getting it there a
little more than giving it there. I wish I knew you better, and you were...
we could."

	"It's cool.  I shouldn't anyway.  I mean, like you say, we don't
really know each other even though you're really nice and all."

	"Yeah, and you've already got me off once and pretty damn close to
twice when you grabbed my pecker right off with that soap.  I haven't done
a thing in three months, you know.  I can't believe that.  First leave
after basic and all.  I thought I'd do it last night with the bimbo, but I
couldn't get turned on enough.  Kept losing it. Just didn't have a woody
for her.  So boring I fell asleep for a couple of hours until I felt that
hand of yours wanting it.  That was what I needed.  Some nice good looking
boy's hand on my pecker.  Wanting it.  Wanting me.  I don't think I'll ever
chase women.  I guess we ruint each other, my brothers and me.  I still
like them best.  You're okay though."

	"You all still doing it together?"

	"All but John.  He's married.  Got two kids.  I was doing it with
Phillip and Don 'til I went in.  We done it the last night all night.
Mostly Don and me.  Phillip wears out quick these days.  He might get
married I expect.  Me and Donnie, I kinda doubt it.  I think we're ruint
for sure.  Girls don't have what guys have.  Too bad, too.  I like tits and
all but they ain't got peckers and I like peckers more an I like tits.  You
can get a lot more mileage out of a good pecker, you know."

	I reached around him to work the soap into his chest as he talked
and I kept myself firmly against him.  I wasn't going to do anything else.
I really didn't like this side of sex.  Even what I'd done with Earl wasn't
any more than jacking off with help.  It didn't mean anything, and yet when
I saw this guy down there dripping, I couldn't resist going for it.
Touching him.  Feeling what he was like.  I hated that!  Why was I so
damned turned on by some strange guy's dick?  I didn't like what that made
me feel about myself but I loved what it made my dick feel like.

	But I knew the truth about it no matter how I wanted to feel.  I
felt drawn to it each time I came face to face with a new adventure in
someone else's dick.  I had to touch it.  See what it was like.  Let it
take me to the intensity I needed in my own lust.  Like my soldier, I was
ruint for sure.  I wanted him.  I wanted him bad.  I loved his body against
me.  He made me feel so alive.  He gave me life.  He took me out of my own
mind and flushed out my thoughts.  It was only his body and mine pressed
together in some incredible magic waltz that made me too dizzy to think or
to care, and I was holding it, soaping it again, feeling that incredible
head swelling as he moaned in my hands.
	"Just a couple of minutes of that and I'll be happy for sure.  I
won't do nothin' you don't like.  You got good hands, kid."

	I listened to his words and felt him tighten while I was doing what
he wanted.  He pressed back against the object he didn't want inside.  He
churned his hips against me and I held onto his chest with my one free hand
as I took him there.  The muscles fought my arm and it made me hold him
tighter to feel the strength he had for me.

	He huffed and puffed when he got over the top.  With my hand
pumping him up and me riding his back.  My feet came off the bottom of the
tub at the last.  The air burst out of him as he leaned forward and I
ground into him as his crack opened to my thrusting.  I milked him for as
long as he twisted and churned for my hand.  The music faded and stopped
and it was only our ragged breathing that filled the bathroom after our
dance was ended.

	He sat down on the edge of the tub with his head drooping between
his legs while he rested his forearms on his knees.  He had shrunk up to
just an inch or two with a substantial head in the middle of a big blond
bush.  He gasped and looked up at my face being pelted with the rivulets of
water that were splashing on him.  I knew what he had to do.  It was
written all over him as he looked me over.  The connection wasn't broken
yet.  He had saved the last dance for me.

	I wouldn't let him though. I wasn't going to let him do what he
wanted.  There was no way.  My brain told me that I didn't want this, but
his lips were too powerful a force to deny.  I gasped as he slid them over
my tip.  The tongue floated around me in lavish licks.  More of me slid
down, riding over his tongue as it fluttered on my ticklish flesh.  I
grasped his head with that prickly hair and rode him until my body ached
for him.  His fingers rubbed my rear, and he showed me what all his
practice with his brothers had taught him.  He and his brothers had worked
on each other and what he had learned was obvious.

My hips worked with his mouth and I would not let go of his head, could not
let go.  The steam no longer came from the water and his fingers drove me
crazy as he used the soap to send them into the middle of my lust.  One
then another and as he was working on three, I felt my body tighten,
starting at my ankles and lurching upward as I fed my battling bone into
his throat with one hefty push.  I loved the feel of this soldier throat as
it tightened around me.  It was all I could do to keep standing at the
moment of truth.

His face did not move as I pumped out my appreciation for his talent.  He
eased off in time to run it across his lips and down on his neck.  I held
the soap dish and tried not to fall down into the bottom of the tub, but
his fingers were there to hold me up.

My hips still churned and fought with his hand as he milked out the final
drops.  He pulled me toward him and buried his face in my bush.  He held my
rear end in both of his hands and held me there against his face while he
kissed my dying dick farewell, using his lips and his tongue for good
measure.

	He soaped me up and let me rinse off.  I was drying myself off
while he showered on.  I walked through the door feeling very good about
myself as I looked at the bodies.  Don raised his head and glared at me
with disdain.

	"I figured he was with you.  That whore always gets the new ones
first.  You won't even look at me.  He ain't got nothin' I ain't got."

	I ignored him.  I'd learned to just not pay attention to the
insults People seemed so free with.  I heard Don leap from the bed and
disappear into the bathroom behind me.  The shower ran on and on, and
everyone slept except the brothers and me, and I tingled and felt alive and
looked at Tony's hand that wrapped around Tim to hold his manhood.  Their
positions hadn't changed all night.

	I dressed and closed the door quietly behind me.  The sun still
flooded the balcony; it was just before noon when it disappeared over the
top of the motel each day.  I stood at the stairs, wondering where Ty had
gone as I studied the underbelly of The Castro.

I scooted past Barney's perch so there was no chance he could engage me.  I
could see him stand as quick as I passed the window.  I ran out into the
street dodging cars in my rush to escape any interaction with him.  I knew
he'd be on the top step, watching me by now.  I didn't want to see him
watching me.  I got nauseated when I thought about him watching me.  I'd
never go with old guys.

	"Hey! Billie Joe! Wait," I heard from a voice I didn't know. "Wait
up will you."  It was now a plea.

	I blended in with the pedestrians, passing many as I walked to the
inside of them so whoever it was couldn't see me. I didn't dare look back
to see who was chasing me.  I thought it might be Barney wanting a favor he
thought he was owed.  He wouldn't run after me, I reasoned.  But whoever it
was knew my name?  Someone could have told him my name.

	I walked faster, crossing the first cross street against the light,
dodging cars and horns, and dancing into a heavier cluster of people once I
was safely on the far side of the street.  Even after this bold move, I
knew someone was still after me.

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