Date: Tue, 13 Nov 2001 13:41:01 -0700 From: Daniel Lund Subject: What's a Pogo? Part 2 There was a great response to this story, and as I've said, I' actually just writing it. I have several pages of notes that I took while talking with Pogo in California. The only thing I've changed thus far is names, and added a little enrichment. Thanks, Daniel rimshotsplanet@hotmail.com What's a Pogo? Part 2 "Why do they call you Pogo?" Koby asked, sitting next to his happy meal on the park bench. Shelby had driven them there expecting to find Pogo and his friends throwing a Frisbee. They'd stopped and got Burgers on the way. "Because I can do this, like a pogo stick." Pogo grinned and bent over backwards, launching into a series of five back flips and ending with a twist that left him looking back at Shelby and Koby. "What do ya think of that?" He walked back over to them. "Cool." Koby's eyes were wide. "Can I learn to do that?" "Sure, I guess." Pogo laughed and looked at Shelby. "Gotta ask Dad, though." Shelby shook his head and smiled. "Here we go again." He sighed and handed Pogo a quarter-pounder. "I guess you ankle's better?" "Yeah. I haven't worn the wrap for the last couple of days. Thanks for the grub, man." He tore into the sandwich. "Those two pussies I was here with had to split. Sorry I couldn't introduce you." "Pussies?" Koby asked, stuffing a fry in his mouth. He looked from Pogo to his dad. "Well, there's a rule to get used to." Shelby shot a look at Pogo. "We don't say potty words, do we, Koby?" "Huh uh." Koby shook his head and dipped another fry. "Sorry!" Pogo flashed a killer smile at Shelby contritely. "It won't happen again." Shelby took a drink of his coke and handed it to Pogo. "Are you free tonight? My new boss gave me a computer to go over some stuff, and I need help setting it up." "Sure." Pogo smirked. "Dude, I don't even have a social calendar except for you." Shelby met his eyes and smiled knowingly. Over the last week, they had seen each other a lot, once or twice getting a kiss in, but hadn't been able to spend any time together. Finally, tonight there was nothing going on. At first Shelby was worried about letting Koby meet Pogo, but decided five minutes after it had happened a couple of days ago that everything was fine. Koby loved transformers, and Pogo was a grand expert at changing them. Shelby was not, and gratefully turned that chore over to his new young friend. They were extremely careful not to do or say anything in front of the boy, even though it left them staring into each other's eyes a lot. Lying awake and staring at the ceiling was becoming the norm, and Shelby was going nuts waiting for the weekend. Pogo would've stayed any night he wanted, but it made Shelby uncomfortable with his son in the house, even though Koby was known for sleeping through anything. It just didn't seem right. "I have to take the monster here over to my parents house. Wanna go? We can do the computer after." Shelby stood up and started putting their garbage into one of the bags. "Great. Can I ride in your truck with you, Koby?" Pogo asked seriously, getting down on one knee. "Yeah, but I get to sit in the middle." Koby wadded his bag up for his dad and made sure he had the toy. "Wanna ride?" Pogo stood up and held out his hands. Koby laughed and jumped up, allowing him self to be swung up and onto Pogo's shoulders. Pogo immediately took off running around on the grass, making sounds like and airplane. Koby shrieked and laughed, urging him on. Shelby watched them and waved to Koby as he went to the truck and unlocked it. An hour later, Koby safely delivered to his parents, Shelby led the way up to the apartment carrying one of the two large boxes containing the computer. He braced it on his knee and shoved the door open for Pogo and then followed him in, kicking the door shut. Pogo set the box with the monitor in it down in the middle of the floor and examined the print on it. He laughed as Shelby set the other box on it and punched him in the shoulder. "Dude, yer gittin' a Dell." He mimicked the kid in the commercial. "God." Shelby shoved him onto the couch. "You are such a ham." "Yeah, but I'm your ham." Pogo sprang back up and jumped into Shelby's arms, wrapping his legs around his waist. "God I missed you!" He mashed his lips into Shelby's. Shelby held him tight and immediately opened his mouth to let Pogo's tongue in. It was like a hunger came over them, and Shelby couldn't stop himself. He carried Pogo down the hall to the bedroom not even bothering with the light. As soon as Pogo touched the comforter he got up on his knees and began tearing his clothes of. He chuckled as Shelby stood on one foot and hopped, taking his shoes off. Finally he slid out of his pants and kicked his bikinis towards the wall just as Pogo's jock landed on the dresser. He dove onto the bed and straddled his gymnast lover. "You're so beautiful." Pogo whispered and locked his lips onto one of Shelby's nipples, sucking and licking. His hand took a hold of Shelby's now iron hard cock and began to pump. "Holy shit." Shelby breathed out. His eyes fluttered shut. In a few seconds he felt Pogo twisting around, and once in the right angle, he was able to take Pogo in his mouth while still on all fours. He felt Pogo's mouth on him, and he tightened his stomach up in an effort to not shoot immediately. Pogo new when he felt Shelby's tongue on the bottom of his dick that it was only a matter of time, and he intensified his efforts on Shelby, hoping the he was even half as good. Shelby moaned loudly, sending vibrations through Pogo, and he squinted his eyes shut, concentrating. Shelby felt the kid shiver, and his cock throbbed and pulsed. A tidal wave of fluid crashed into his throat as Pogo came, bumping his ass up rhythmically with each shot. Shelby smiled for a second and then arched his back as the nerve currents in his body began to tingle. "Jesus." He grunted and tensed up, then finally let loose, "Augh! Ugnh! Aaaugh!" His orgasm sent his mind reeling. He collapsed on his side panting and pulled on Pogo's arm, sliding him up so they were face to face. "You are incredible." He said and hugged him. "Take some deep breaths, old man." Pogo grinned. "We're gonna see how fast you can recharge tonight." He kissed Shelby long and hard and wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked it. "I want this inside me again." "Like I could say no if I wanted to." Shelby laughed and rolled onto his back, lazily reaching over to rub Pogo with just his fingertips. For long minutes they were quiet, just enjoying the moment together. "Oh, wow." Shelby groaned as he felt Pogo's tongue on the underneath side of his balls. "That's fucking great." Pogo crawled down between Shelby's legs and began to lick seriously, amused when Shelby pulled his legs up and out of the way. He'd never seen anyone's ass close up like this before, and he lifted his head and grinned. He knew that there was KY in the bathroom for Koby's thermometer. "Don't move." He ordered and ran from the room. Shelby looked curiously as Pogo ran back in. IN the darkness, he didn't see the small tube. "What are you up to?" Then there was the sensation of Pogo's tongue on his balls and cock again, and he put his head back down. "God, I could die like this. Pogo carefully opened the tube and set it on the comforter until the right time. Hesitating for only a second, he moved his mouth to Shelby's ass and began to lick it. Shelby jumped, and Pogo put his hand on Shelby's leg, kind of holding him down. Shelby thrashed his head from side to side and grabbed his own cock. "Uh uh." Pogo chuckled, moving the hand away. He put a bunch of the lube on his fingers, probably to much, and immediately inserted his index finger, pushing it as far up as it would go. Shelby's cock jumped and throbbed, oozing fluid, and Shelby arched up off the bed. "Holy Christ!" He grimaced, feeling an indescribable sensation rocked through his stomach. "Again, again!" Pogo grinned wickedly and pulled the finger almost all of the way out and ran it back in, satisfied when Shelby moaned again. After several more times he put in two fingers and finally three. Shelby lifted his head up and pleaded with his eyes. "Now, okay?" Pogo, who was so hard he felt like he would explode, got up on his knees and moved forward without taking his fingers out until he was lined up just right. His cock was not as long as Shelby's seven plus inches, but it was bigger around and had a large head. He psyched himself up, slipped his fingers out, and pushed, slipping in fairly easily. Shelby grimaced and hissed, and finally relaxed, a grin spreading on his face. He nodded and closed his eyes, and Pogo began to fuck. Slowly at first, exploring the new feeling and leaning way down to kiss Shelby. "Do it." Shelby commanded. "God, do it now." Pogo picked up the pace and began to ram it in harder. A fire started in his stomach and he knew he was so close. He tried to hold off for Shelby, but Shelby's ass suddenly clinched around him, and he closed his eyes and shuddered. He couldn't stop now as he pounded against Shelby's legs and gritted his teeth. Shelby had absolutely no control over his body, and every time Pogo moved in or out, his cock pulsed in the air. A huge amount of pre-cum had dribbled onto his abs, and he could barely keep from rolling his eyes. Pogo went faster, and Shelby could tell that his stomach was tightening. He opened his eyes and met Pogo's for just an instant before the kid went over the top, and Shelby let go, firing his load clear up over his head to hit the wall, the pillow, his own chin, and his chest. Eight shots, every one of them huge. Pogo slipped into an almost trance as he watched Shelby cum, realizing that he had caused it. He fell forward onto Shelby's stomach, his hips still pumping furiously as he came, sending his load into Shelby. "Oh! Ah, God!" He couldn't stop shaking and realized that he was almost crying. "Shelby, hold me." He did. They slept for over an hour, curled up together with the covers flipped over them. Shelby woke up first and decided to get a few things done and let Pogo sleep. He slid carefully to the edge of the bed, cringing at the little painful zingers that shot through his ass. He chuckled to himself about the picture he must present walking into the bathroom, but he wouldn't change it for the world. Besides, he could get used to being fucked like that, and he had heard that it was a lot less painful the next time. He showered and put on his favorite worn out sweat pants. It was almost eight when Shelby glanced up from the computer he was unpacking. Pogo staggered out of the bedroom and across the hall into the bathroom. Shelby chuckled and went back to the boxes. He heard the toilet flush and the shower start. He cleared the desk off and set the monitor on it with the keyboard, and placed the computer itself under the desk. He was hooking up the cables lying on the floor when he heard the shower stop. A few minutes later he looked up to see Pogo coming down the hall with a towel wrapped around his waist. He still looked tired. Pogo stopped next to Shelby and allowed his knees to buckle, plopping him down near Shelby's waist. He closed his eyes and fell forward with a groan. "I didn't want to wake up, but the heat source left the bed." He burrowed his head into Shelby's chest. Shelby laughed and sat up, wrapping his arms around the other. "I swear to God you could sleep twenty three hours a day." Pogo nodded. "I'm glad you're up, though. I can't get this stupid cable to hook up to the monitor." Pogo opened one eye and glanced at the cable. He immediately started to giggle. "That's a printer cable, Shel." With an exaggerated grunt he pushed himself up off the floor and moved to the side of the desk. "Hand me that cable lying on the floor." Shelby did, and he bent over to plug it in. In the process his towel slipped off. A wistful smile came to Shelby's lips as he watched Pogo work, not bothering to stop and wrap the towel around himself. In Shelby's eyes, Pogo represented the end all perfect male form. His gymnastics had formed broad shoulders and powerful arms connected to a hairless square chest. His abs were so defined that he actually appeared to have an eight- pack rather than a six like Shelby's own. Pogo had a narrow waist and ass muscles that rippled under the skin when he moved. His thighs were thick and strong, as were his calves. As Pogo twisted his upper body behind the desk, Shelby noticed yet again that Pogo's cock was on of those that when erect stood straight up and pointed at his chin, and when it was flaccid like now, it still stood straight out from the body, never seeming to get tired as it lazily flopped from side to side. "Earth to Shelby." Pogo said quietly, smiling. He'd caught Shelby going over every square inch of his body, and he knew it was a compliment. "I said would you hand me the other cable?" "Oh, sure." Shelby reddened in the face and feed the cable up the back of the desk. "Sorry, I was zoning for a second." "I noticed." Pogo chuckled and reached for the cable, and then yelped and jumped when he felt a finger poke him in that sensitive area just between the balls and the rectum. "Hey, I wasn't the one zoning." "Serves you right." Shelby slid out from under the desk and stood up. "You finish the computer, smart ass, and I'll fix dinner. Any preferences?" He headed into the kitchen. "You know me, man. Whatever." After they ate, Pogo spent a couple of hours showing Shelby how to move around in the system. Although he was fairly computer literate, most of Shelby's experience was in office apps, and he was eternally grateful that Pogo was so damned smart. "So what is your new job?" Pogo asked, coming back into the living room wearing a pair of Shelby's sweat pants. "You haven't really said what you're gonna be doing." "It's a new position. I'm something called a materials foreman. When the planning bidder brings back his bid, I figure what materials they need and give him a dollar amount." "Sounds cool." Pogo walked over and put his hand on Shelby's shoulder. "Ah, man, you got dressed." Shelby said with mock disappointment. "I could look at you all day." "I'll take 'em off if you'll come to bed." Pogo wiggled his eyebrows up and down as Shelby's arm snaked around his waist. "I'll do that anyway, but I need to finish putting these files on the computer." Shelby kissed his nipple and turned back to the machine. "What are your plans tomorrow?" Pogo suddenly became very quiet. "None. Mom has to work. She gets home in an hour and has to be back at noon." Shelby picked up on the shift in mood and tossed the disks on the desk. He stood up and scooped Pogo's face up in a kiss. "I guess you'll have to spend it with me." Pogo smiled and looked down, nodding his head. Shelby shut down the computer and guided the kid down the hall. He'd overheard Pogo telling one of his friends on the phone that tomorrow was his seventeenth birthday, and it was not shaping up to be a memorable event. Shelby had gotten him two new Nike shirts that he'd shown interest in at the mall, some bikini briefs that would fit (Shelby's didn't very well), and three new music CD's, and Koby had gotten him a computer game, although Pogo had no clue about this. It pissed Shelby off to see Pogo miss spending time with his mother, and he wondered what he'd done before he and Shelby had met. Probably sit on the porch or watch a lot of TV, or maybe throwing his Frisbee at the park. Shelby's parents were very close to their kids, providing elaborate birthday parties and holiday gatherings. His two older brothers would be down for Christmas, and the whole group would spend a traditional day together, just like they always had. It made his heart ache to think about Pogo being alone. There was no sex that night. Instead, they curled up in the bed together and slept. Shelby stared at the ceiling for a long time, Pogo's head on his chest, thinking about what to do. What should he tell his family, and how do you explain falling in love with a minor? What would they think of Koby being around 'Gay' lovers? He didn't sleep very well. He woke up early like he usually did and slipped out of the bed, leaving Pogo snoring quietly. It was five thirty when he got out of the shower and dressed. He left a note on the fridge and quietly slipped out to go to the grocery store. Pogo hadn't moved when he got back, and he quickly set to work on his plan. At seven, he heard Pogo stirring and started cooking breakfast, sausage patties and eggs with hash browns. The phone rang. It was his father, and he had just hung up when Pogo wandered into the front room wrapped in a towel, his short blond hair still wet. "You're making a real habit out of that." Shelby smiled and set a mug of coffee on the bar in front of Pogo. "You said I could." Pogo blinked at Shelby, and his face dissolved into confusion. He turned around and gasped. The front room was filled with crepe paper streamers and balloons, and there were several packages wrapped and sitting on the coffee table. A large banner was pinned to the curtains that said 'Happy Birthday!'. "Oh wow." Pogo whispered. He stood up and walked over to the presents, almost afraid to touch them. When he turned to Shelby, there were tears in his eyes. He sniffed loudly. "You remembered!" He was astonished. Shelby walked around the counter and held his arms up. Pogo dodged into them, nearly knocking the wind out of him. "I probably do say it enough, Kenny, but I love you. Happy birthday." "I don't know what to say." Pogo squeezed his eyes shut and tried not to cry, but it didn't work. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me." He reached up and pulled Shelby down and kissed him rather sloppily. "God I love you so much, Shel. You have no idea how cool this is." "There's three that you can open now, and two for later when Koby's home." Shelby pointed at the presents. "Start with this one." He handed the underwear to Pogo with a smirk and headed back into the kitchen. "These are hot, Shelby!" Pogo held up the briefs after destroying the wrapping. "I love this pair." He chose a pair that was a blue and dark blue leopard print and pulled them on, tossing the towel on the couch. "What do you think?" He turned and modeled them. "That I look forward to tearing them off." Shelby grinned. "Open the yellow one next." Pogo did and came up with a high collared Nike shirt that zipped up the front. It had long sleeves that zipped off to make short sleeves. "Oh, shit. This is fucking perfect!" He pulled it on and ran his fingers over the silky nylon material. "Thanks, Shelby." "You're extremely welcome. Now go get your jeans on and come and eat." Shelby set plates on the table and started scooping out portions as Pogo ran down the hall. When he came back he came up behind Shelby and crushed his chest in a hug. "Every night I tell God thanks for you showing up." Pogo said. "I am so lucky." "We'll see how lucky you feel in a few hours." Shelby hugged him back and pulled out a chair for him. "That phone call was my dad. We are volunteered to put up Christmas lights today. Koby is driving him ape shit." "That sounds cool." Pogo dug into his breakfast. "How hard could that be?" "Funny you should ask." Shelby sat down and shook his head. "They live in a Victorian with a big turret kind of tower. It's a fucker to decorate." He poured himself some coffee. "What I told dad that I had a certified gymnastic daredevil available, he clapped his hands together and laughed maniacally, saying he had big plans." They pulled into the Martin's driveway half an hour later, and Pogo looked up at the three-story monolith with wide eyes. "Damn, you grew up here?" "Me and my brothers helped restore it when dad bought it about ten years ago." Shelby put the truck in park and shut off the engine. "That's my old room." He pointed at the third floor windows. "It's Koby's now." As they got out, a man in his mid sixties came around the house carrying boxes of Christmas lights. Graying hair surrounded his balding head, and his middle had only recently begun to widen. He waved after he set the boxes down and walked over to meet them. "Morning, boy." He wrapped his arm around Shelby's shoulders. "Pop, this is Kenny Stanten. His friends call him Pogo." Shelby said, introducing Pogo. You've seen him lots of times, but usually covered in purple fur." "Purple fur?" Ray Martin looked curiously at Pogo. "I'm the mascot at the football games for Beaumont, sir." Pogo stuck out his hand. "I'm pleased to meet you." "No kidding? You're the guy that does all those leaps and somersaults?" Ray shook his hand. "My God, kid, you must have balls of steel to do that shit. It'd scare me to death." Pogo looked up at Shelby and smirked. "I don't scare easily if that's what you mean." "That so? Well I got a job for you then." Ray smiled and clapped his hands together. Just then the front door opened with a bang and Koby launched himself off the porch into Shelby's arms. "Dad! I didn't think you'd ever get here!" "How was the sleep over? Did you watch movies?" Shelby asked, flipping his son up onto his shoulders and following his dad and Pogo around the house for more lights. "It was fun, but Gramma made me eat spinach again." Koby sulked. "That's her job, little man. She does it well." Twenty minutes later, Koby stood with his Grandpa on the front lawn and watched as Shelby and Pogo crawled out on of the second story windows with some of the lights. The roof had several levels to it, and getting from one to the other took more than just a ladder. "See that peak?" Shelby pointed at the tallest part of the house over their heads. "This strand starts there and goes around that way to the back of the house. Hang on, I'll get the ladder." "Wait a sec, Shel. We don't need it." Pogo pulled off his jacket and dropped it, pushing up the sleeves of his sweatshirt. "All I need is a boost." "To where?" Shelby looked around and couldn't see any footholds. "Towards that turret or tower or whatever it's called." Pogo pointed at Shelby's hands. "Laced them together, then I need you to throw me that way." He pointed at the roof. "You're fucking high." Shelby snorted. "We're already thirty feet up, and you want me to throw you the rest of the way?" "Jesus, just trust me, okay?" Pogo waited until Shelby finally nodded and put his hands together. Pogo put his foot in them, and then counted. "On three. One, two, THREE!" Shelby flipped him straight up at the wall, and he reached out, caught the rain gutter, and flipped himself onto the top of the house. "Jesus H. Christ, what do you two think you're doing?" Ray shouted up at them. "You're gonna get yourselves killed." "Everything's fine." Pogo waved. "Just saving some wear on the roof from the ladder." Shelby shook his head and chuckled. "He probably expected you to sail right over the roof. From down there." "You're a little stronger than I thought." Pogo got down on his stomach and reached down for the lights. "I almost did." "Lets keep that our little secret, okay?" A few hours later, after Ray spent the afternoon wringing his hands and cussing as Pogo flipped, jumped, swung, and hung from the house, they all stood in the yard looking up at the house. "That's some decent work, boys." Ray said, leaning back against his son's truck. "Looks real good." "It certainly does." Jenny Martin said, standing next to Shelby. His mother was the shortest member of the family coming in at 5"6", putting her at almost eye level with Pogo. Her light brown hair was shot with gray, and she was still slender. "It was fun." Pogo looked up in wonder at the lights. "I never got to decorate like that before." "I thought I was gonna have a heart attack." Ray chuckled and tousled Pogo's hair. "You give a whole new definition to the term Yard Ape." "You scared the shit out of me, too." Shelby chided him. "When I said put lights in the elm tree, I didn't mean throw yourself into open space and land in the tree to do it." "I think I'm glad I missed that." Jenny said, taking Koby's hand and leading him towards the house. "Come inside, boys. I have a pot roast and attending goodies ready." On the way home, Koby started snoring and pretty soon fell against Pogo. Pogo rearranged himself so Koby wouldn't get a sore neck. "He's out like a light, Shelby. I don't think he'll want a bath tonight." "He can shower in the morning." Shelby steered the truck into the apartment complex. "You staying tonight? I heard you call your mom, but you didn't say what was up." "She was acting all weird. She wasn't right." Pogo opened the door after they parked and helped Shelby slide Koby out. "She never even said Happy Birthday." "I'm sorry, Kenny. Sounds like she's just trying to make a living." Shelby followed him towards the building. "You still have some presents left. Do you mind opening them tomorrow when the runt's home? He was real excited to but them for you." "Of course not." Pogo put his arm around Shelby's waist and smiled. "Thanks again, by the way. This about the coolest Birthday I ever had." "Check in, then come up and say goodnight." Shelby wiggled his eyebrows and headed up the stairs with Koby in his arms. He got the door open and took Koby to his room and put him to bed, settling this one time for letting the boy sleep in his t-shirt and underwear. He had just gone back out of to the living room when the door opened. "Wow, that was fast." Shelby said and then realized that something was wrong. Pogo's face was drawn and pale, and he looked terrified. "What's the matter?" Shelby's heart beat a little faster. "Uh, mind if I stay with you for awhile?" Pogo said in almost a whisper. He held a note out for Shelby to see. "The place is empty, man. All that's there is my clothes and stuff." Shelby took the note and read it. Kenneth, You and that pervert should be a little more courteous to your neighbors. You're no better than that son of a bitch father of yours. I don't want anything to do with you. I don't have a son anymore. "Think she knows I'm gay?" Pogo asked, tears welling up in his eyes. "Oh, Pogo." Shelby took him in his arms and held him as he cried.