Date: Tue, 18 Dec 2012 18:46:29 -0500 From: Sean Williams Subject: The Nicholson Boy Chapter 7 The Nicholson Boy Chapter 7 Alright, so it was safe to say that I didn't know what the fuck was goin' on. Halloween was only a day away. Coach Gunn broke into my dorm room and apologized for tryin' to rape me. And to top it all off, Brian Matheson had seen Frank's red Camaro outside of my window and didn't even care. Maybe I really should go back to Kentucky after all because things seemed to be spinnin' as outta control as a crazy filly at a horse fair and there's only one thing to do when that happens: get the fuck outta the way. But I didn't wanna do anything hasty. I mean, Coach Gunn had literally just left my dorm and I needed time to figure out what had actually happened, I mean to say just sorta put things together in my head, so layin on the bed lookin' up at the roof of my dorm room I made the only decision that I could make at the time: I decided to take a walk to clear my head. I mean, maybe some kinda solution would pop up. So here I was walkin' down the old country road in the wee hours of the morning (in the opposite direction from Coach Gunn's house, naturally), not really headin' anywhere but just sorta hoping that something would come to me in terms of a plan. After about an hour of walkin' along the road, I noticed that there was a car trailin' behind me. The driver was doing the usual thing: driving slow enough to keep you at an even distance, but too slow to pass you. I wasn't freaked out because I knew who it was. "I know it's you Frank," I said. Frank didn't say anything, but kept driving. I turned around and saw clear as day a red Camaro behind me with Frank sittin' in the driver's seat. He was sitting with one hand on the wheel and the other hand ranged out over the top of the passenger's seat. "So, you're just gonna trail me and not say nothin'?" I asked. After a couple minutes more, Frank sped up until he was right beside me on the road. He said: "Haven't seen you in a while, Tucker." "Yeah, it's been a couple days." "Where ya been?" I laughed and shook my head. "You already know that because you been followin' me." I stopped dead in my tracks and then Frank stopped the car. The car came to a full stop about five seconds after I stopped walkin' so it ended up a good six feet or so ahead of me. In the rear view mirror of the car, I could see myself. I was wearin' sweatpants, a t-shirt, and my letterman's jacket from high school. My high school colors were green and white. When I got into the car a bit later, Frank would say. "That's a really nice jacket, kiddo." "Is it against the law for me to be followin' you?" Frank Nicholson asked in that good ole riverboat accent of his. "Yeah, it might be." "Listen, Tucker, why don't you just get in the car so we can talk." "We're talkin' now." "You know what I mean, buddy. Not like this. We need to have a sit down." "Alright, Dad. What do need to have a sit down about?" "About how you been carryin' on. That's one thing we need to talk about for starters." "Whatever you say, Dad." Frank shook his head and slapped his hand down on the steering wheel. "I don't need to be your Dad to try and help you now, do I?" "I don't need your help, Frank," I said. "If I were you I would be worried about the fact that Halloween is tomorrow and you're technically supposed to be dead." Frank laughed. He shook his head and then I heard the sound of the passenger side door pop open. With a sigh, I walked toward the open door and hopped in. Frank drove along the road at about twenty or thirty miles an hour for I don't know how long. We kinda argued back and forth about this or that until finally Frank said: "Just come back home, Tucker." "Back to your house you mean." "Home. It's your home, too, buddy. I mean, how many breakfasts have a I made for you there?" "Frank, man, I'm tired," and I really was. I had leaned the passenger seat back and my eyes were half closed. "I mean, it's been a weird couple of days. Maybe you should just take me back to the dorm. I can get that shuteye that I've been needin'for the past few days. I feel like I haven't slept in forever." "Tucker, I know everything, man." "What are you talkin' about, Frank?" "I know you been messin' around on me." I swallowed. "Um... What?" I asked. "I saw you with that dopey lookin' kid. That kid from your baseball team. I know you been messin' around with him." "He's not dopey lookin'." "What's his name?" "Brian. Brian Matheson. He's not as dumb as he looks. Well, maybe he is, but, you know, there's other qualities that kinda make him alright." "You screwed him, right? You don't have to tell me nothin'. You don't have to tell me nothin' you don't want to and you don't need to because I probably already know most of it anyways. I know you ditched class one time and you guys when up to this empty classroom. You and this Brian character. I don't know why you did that, I mean, you have me and I don't see why you would need a wonky lookin' kid like this Brian Matheson, this suspicious character, but, you know what? It's your life, Tucker. You're a grown man and I'm a grown man and I can't tell you who you should be consortin' with just like you can't tell me that I can't drive along this here road if that's what I fancy doin'. You hearin' me, Tucker?" I sighed and just kept lookin' ahead at the road we were drivin' down. "I mean, yeah this kid looks big and strong, he's probably a mighty good pitcher, but I betcha I could take him. I'm sayin' if it came down to man to man fisticuffs, I could. I play fair, Tucker, but I'm sure I don't have to tell you that. I just, gosh, I just can't believe you would be messin' around with some wonky kid like that." Maybe I shouldn't have done it but I had to laugh. I mean, Brian Matheson was sorta a wonky, dopey-lookin' guy, I guess, so Frank sorta had a point there. To be honest, I don't really know why I was messin' around Brian anyway, besides the fact that he was always comin' on really strong and what kinda lunatic would refuse a blowjob especially from someone like Brian? I guess I had to laugh even though I felt sorta guilty about it now that Frank was bringing it up. I felt like I had some sort of connection with Frank, dead man or not. I mean, if I was gonna be in some sorta friendship with a dead man I guess I should be happy that he didn't smell like formaheldye or moth balls or whatever dead people smell like. Actually, Frank smelled really good, like old-fashioned aftershave or somethin'. When I think about, Frank was like this character out of a book or a movie or something like that, but I digress. So here I was laughin' and Frank lookin' all serious. I wasn't laughin' to wound Frank. Actually, I hadn't seen Frank in a couple days and I definitely missed him. Most of all, I missed the steak breakfasts and it was about breakfast time now so if you think about it there wasn't any good reason not to go back to his place. "Alright, man," I said. "I'll go back home," and Frank turned the car onto the next unmarked road off the county road and about twenty minutes later we were approachin' the familiar oat field with the old house across from it. Frank pulled the car up beside the house and, after he turned off the ignition, he hopped out and came around and opened the door for me. I got outta the car and listened as Frank said: "I know all about it, Tucker, I even know about the pizza boy." "The pizza boy?" "Yup, I know about him, too, but even though you been messin' around on me I still believe in you, buddy." "Why, Frank?" I asked, turnin' to face Frank. "Because I have to," he said. After breakfast, which Frank whipped up in a lightning fast twenty minutes, I followed Frank up to his bedroom. "Mind if I take a shower?" he asked. I shrugged. I didn't really care as I was gonna lay down on his bed and relax anyways. I got real comfy on Frank's bed and I sorta dozed off until I heard the sound of his footsteps comin' back down the hall to his room. "You know, man, I think's it's weird that you don't have a single boob tube in the whole house," I said. "I feel like I'm trapped in the Great Depression or somethin'." "I don't have a what?" asked Frank. "A boob tube." "A boob tube?" "Oh yeah, I mean, a television set. There's nothin to watch, like, black and white television shows and stuff. You know like the Tonight Show or Johnny Carson or whatever you guys watched back in the old days." Frank laughed. "The old days, huh?" he said. This whole time I had been layin' on his bed with my eyes closed but when I was done talkin' I opened them and that's when I saw Frank. I sat up instantly. He was wearin' a towel wrapped around his waist. I could see the prominent outline of a thick cock snakin' beneath the towel and his body was drippin with water. Frank had one of those dicks that kinda jutted out instead of hung straight down. He had wet hair on his chest and on his legs that made him look really different. I don't really know how to describe it but I got hard real quick, and it wasn't just the outline of his cock. Frank's hair that was usually styled with hair grease was hangin' down on the sides of his face and he had a good day and a half of stubble on his chin. He was always a handsome guy but this must have been the handsomest that I had ever seen him. He looked like he belonged to a different era, it was just this sort of swagger and straightforwardness that he had and I cannot really describe it. It was a hard thing for me to describe seein' how Frank didn't even really have to do anything for me to be aware of it. Well, needless to say it was somethin' to see Frank in his towel. For one thing, he looked like a more sizable guy with his clothes off. Maybe Frank wore his clothes a size too big or somethin' because I never realized how strong he was until now. The hair on his body drew attention to the muscularity of his chest and the sharp cut of his abs. Every muscle on his body was striated, he even had these wicked cuts in his legs. He wasn't as beefy as Brian Matheson or as massive as Coach Gunn but Frank definitely got the grade A certification for being cut to shreds. Suddenly, as I was thinkin' about all this, Frank dropped his towel and jumped beside me in the bed. I got the quickest flash of hairy pubes and a fat schlong and then I felt a thud as he landed beside me. My eyes widened as I looked down at Frank layin' beside me in the bed. His back was just so fuckin' cut. And then there was his ass. I mean, Frank didn't have a big beefy butt like Matheson but his muscularity was so lean and shredded that his butt seemed to rise up like two succulent mounds of flesh above his striated legs and shredded back. I swear that Frank arched his back a little bit in the bed as he laid there. Just to tease me, I guess, but if that's what he was doin' he would never tell. I spent a couple minutes just starin' at Frank in the bed. Admiring. I was just so taken aback about how good he looked with his clothes off. That's when Frank said: "What you lookin' at there?" It was a legitimate question since Frank was face down in the bed and he really couldn't see what I was doin'. "Nothin'," I said. "I mean, not really nothin'. You." "You're lookin' at me?" "Yeah.' "You like what you see, buddy?" I shook my head. I knew Frank had a playful side, but this was ridiculous. Since I didn't answer, Frank said: "Huh? You like it?" "Yeah." "Get over here, Tucker." Frank said this with his body twisted a little bit in the bed and his head lookin' back behind him. Lookin' at me. I knew right then and there that he wanted to get fucked. I ripped my shirt off and edged up a little closer to Frank in the bed. I knew that I looked good as I could see the outline of my muscular chest as it curved down toward my abs. I had a trail of hair on my abs that led down to my cock and balls. My pants were hangin' kinda low so I could see the top of my bushy pubes peakin' above the line of my underwear and my sweatpants. I was closer to Frank now and my face was only inches away from Frank's butt. He flexed it and relaxed it like it was nothin'. Just these two amazing slabs of ass flexin' at me. Damn, I was definitely gonna have a good time slidin' my dick into that tight body. When Frank flexed his ass one more time I saw somethin' tight and pink wink at me. Yup, it was his asshole. It was so incredible to se Frank face down in the bed like that with his ass in the air. The site of his little rosebud of an asshole was like icing on the cake. He looked so tight that I wondered if my dick would even be able to fit in there. And he just kept on flexin' and movin' his ass around. I wanted to mount him so bad and feel his body wrigglin' around underneath me. We could wrestle in the bed and I'm sure Frank would let me win. Frank was probably about 5'10 or 5'11, 150 lbs. to my 6'1, 180 lbs. All that being said, if Frank really wanted to pin me in the bed and fuck me silly I don't think that I could stop him. He just looked like a strong guy. But seein' Frank like this with his tight pink hole lookin' right at me, I knew that I would be the one doing the pinnin'. I started to laugh. "I can't believe this is happenin', Frank. I really just wanna pin you down so bad." Frank didn't have to say another word because seconds later I was pullin' down my sweatpants and underwear and slappin' Frank's ass with my dick. That did the trick because it wasn't long before I was fully hard. But I needed to take it a step further. I raised my body on top of Frank's and grinded down against Frank's ass and back. His body felt rock hard against my chest and dick. I pinned Frank down by placing my hands down over his arms. "Yeah," I heard Frank say. "That's it. Don't stop there. Pound me." My cock started to leak precum as soon as Frank said those words: "Pound me." He didn't have to tell me twice. I pried Frank's ass apart with my hands. That hole wanted to be fucked so bad, how could I say no? I mean, it was the ass of a ghost and when I pulled my dick out of it my dick might fall off or somethin' but damn was I horny and if my dick fell off I would just have to cross that bridge when I came to it. So I spit down on my hand and massaged Frank's ass with a few fingers. I felt his asshole twitch with the touch of my hand. I pushed in with my fingers and felt Frank's ass tense up and then relax. He was ready for me so I grabbed onto my dick and positioned it at Frank's hole. "Pound me," he said. "Pound me good. Forget about those other guys." I slowly pushed my dick into Frank's tight ass and Frank exhaled. I pushed it deeper and deeper in. It felt so good. I was still pinnin' him down against the bed and I rested my chest down against his back. "Back up some more," I said and Frank backed his ass up on my dick. That was all it took. My dick slid right on in until I was balls deep. It was incredible. The feelin' of my balls slappin against Frank's tight ass. Frank was a slender guy but damn did his ass swallow my dick whole. I wrapped my arms around Frank's body, bearhuggin' him as I pounded into him with my dick. Frank took it like a man, there was not an 'ouch' or a 'fuck, man, stop!' to be heard even though I know my poundin' must have hurt like a son of a bitch. To make it even hotter, I saw Frank reach around and begin jerkin' his dick as I pounded harder and harder into him. He was really gettin' into it. I saw the sweat trickle down from his neck to his back and I saw his shoulders flex as he jerked his dick. He was jerkin' so hard that I knew he would cum soon. I wanted to fuck the cum outta him so I fucked his tight ass even harder, grabbin on to his hips and pullin' them back against my cock and stretchin' out his asshole until it was red. If Frank wasn't already dead, he might have a hard time walkin' tomorrow. All I heard when Frank came was a soft 'Ahhh'. He even came like a rodeo cowboy in the movies. Frank cummin' didn't stop him from tryin' to get me off. As he was cummin, I could feel his ass flexin' and squeezin' my dick and it wasn't long before I was ready to cum, too. "Fuck, I'm close," I said. "Go for it, buddy," said Frank. When I was ready to blow, I pulled my dick outta Frank's ass and let her rip on his back. It was probably the biggest cumshot I ever had in my life. Who knew that ghost ass could be so good? When I was done, Frank turned over and I collapsed on top of him. He kinda pulled me close to him and we just kinda rested like that with our arms around each other. I began to nod off and soon I was fallin' asleep on Frank's chest. That was when I heard a knock at the door. If it was Coach Gunn again, I didn't know what the fuck I was gonna do. Even though I knew coach was harmless at this point, just the idea that it might be the coach sent me over the edge. "Frank get your gun," I said. "You have a gun, don't you?" "What, Tucker? My gun?" Frank laughed. He didn't move an inch. "What are you talkin' about, man?" "You don't have a shotgun?" "No, I don't have no shotgun. What's wrong?" "Man, didn't you hear that knock at the door?" "Just ignore it. People know better than to knock at the door to this house. It's probably just some drifter on the road." "But Halloween's tomorrow." Frank laughed. "Tucker, you're still goin' on about that?" he asked. "Just let things ride the way they're fittin' to ride. Don't worry about it, buddy." I stood up and put on my clothes. Damn that bed was comfortable but I just had this feeling that we really need to answer the door. I mean, Halloween really was tomorrow and I just had this feeling that something really big was going to happen. Frank sat up and watched me get dress. He look wide-eyed at me because I was naked at first and I had some dried cum on my leg. He licked his lips and his eyes eemed to focus in on my strong hair legs and the V-taper of my body. But, behind all that, Frank looked genuinely concerned. After sittin' and leanin' on one arm in the bed, Frank sighed and then he got dressed, too. I started to walk toward the door and Frank gently knudged me outta the way. I knew that meant that he would answer the door and I could just stand behind him. I followed him down the stairs. "Yessir, what can we do for ya?" Frank asked the cop that met us at the door. The cop wore one of those old-fashioned khaki uniforms and I noticed that his badge had a star that said "Sheriff" on it, so this must have been the sheriff. Behind him I could see two sheriff's department vehicles and three more fellas from the sheriff's department. For this small town, this was startin' to look like some sorta Mexican standoff or somethin' and my heart started to race. What the fuck was goin' on? "What is it, sheriff?" I asked. "Unfortunately, we're gonna have to take this young man in," said the sheriff. He looked Frank dead in the eyes and then looked over at me, and then back at Frank. "Frank Nicholson, isn't it?" the sheriff asked, and he rested a hand on his holster. "Yessir." "I'm gonna need you to come back with me to the station." Frank said nothin' but reached back inside the house for his jacket. He didn't even ask what for. Was Frank really gonna go to the station with the sheriff? "Hold on a minute," I said, shakin' my head. "Is he under arrest, sheriff? He didn't do nothin'. I mean, he's dead." The sheriff looked me up and down like I had just sprung outta the looney bin. "Yes, he is under arrest," he said. "He's under arrest for murder." "What?" "Murder?" "That's right," said the sheriff, and he repeated what he had said before. "Murder." "Who's murder?" The sheriff cleared his throat and removed a piece of paper from his shirt pocket. "Frank Nicholson, Jr., you are under arrest for the murder of Hiram Francis Luttrell Gunn." "Who?" I asked. "Who's Hiram?" Frank said nothin' but had a look on his face like he already knew what was goin' down. "That's the coach of the baseball team, kid. The catcher's coach. You might know him as Coach Gunn. This young man here is under arrest for killin' your baseball coach." [TO BE CONTINUED] [Thanks, buds, for all the comments. Love hearin' back from you guys!]