Date: Mon, 3 Jul 2000 09:19:22 -0700 From: Scotty Subject: Poor White Trash - 12 First, I would like to say thank you to all of you, my readers, for your patience. A lot of you have admonished (I think my choice of words is a little on the soft side compared to some or yours) me to hurry up and publish more often, but yes, I do have a life besides this story. Frankly though, I made some pretty poor decisions looking back over the last couple of months which has resulted in my having to work some late nights and weekends. Additionally, since I am such a talented person my boss seems to think I can cover for him at will. Isn't it nice to be liked and appreciated for your talents. If I am not mistaken those last three sentences contradict each other. Does anyone know if there is a light at the end of this tunnel? A special THANK YOU goes out to all my friends who are supporting me. I am not going to name anyone particularly, but you guys know who you are. You guys are really AWESOME (my special word). For all of you out there reading this story will be glad to know even my friends (?) have been threatening to hang me up by my toes for being so slow in getting this Part out. I hate to think what all the rest of you are going to do to me. I would like to say thanks again to all who have responded to the first parts of this story. Your responses have been simply incredible. I really do appreciate all of your comments, support, and encouragement. Because of your continued excellent responses, I will continue this story for a while longer, and will post my other stories (Friggin Freak, Tailspin, Hugging A Tree, and Me and Guess Who) after Poor White Trash is concluded. This story is a work of fiction, although I must admit, my stories are based on experiences of my friends or drawn from a similar personal experience in my own background. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. This story deals with mature subject matter of a homosexual nature. It is not advised to allow minors to view or read this material. Reproduction of this material is prohibited without the written consent of the author which may be obtained by requesting, through e-mail, such permission. Please include any pertinent details when making such a request. email: scottyyates@earthlink.net Part 12 Hold It! Hold It! Hold IT! No I don't mean that way, you guys. Get your mind out of the gutter. It didn't happen that way at all. NO WAY! Did you actually believe all that gibberish he gave me? Do you really believe that after all Brandon did to me I would fall for it? What do you think I am, naive or something? Did you really think I would give into him like that? I have more pride than that, surely! He took everything away from me. Everything! He took my family, my name, my reputation, and most of all he took my freedom. There is no way I would have given in to him. Nope! Didn't happen that way at all! You know you really shouldn't believe everything you read. Here I am telling you my story and you fall for that one. How could you? Do you think Brandon really loved me? Do you think his actions were those of someone who really cared about me? Even if he did love me, do you think I would let him have me so easily? Boy! I really got you on that one, didn't I? OUCH!!!!! Cut it out! Ok! OK! Brandon says for me to quit playing with your minds. Ok, so did I or didn't I? OF COURSE I DID! But truthfully, it didn't happen exactly as I wrote it. So now you are wondering how much of what I told you was true. Well let me see! Uhmmmmmmmm!! All of it up to the very last sentence has been the truth. I swear! Brandon and I did make love on the beach just as I said, and yes it was awesome! But Brandon and I did not fall into a serene sleep. I mean really! Give me a break! Have you ever made the most fantastic love with someone you love totally and completely, and then immediately dropped off into sleep? Not me! And I don't think you have either. I don't think it happens that way. I know for a fact it has never happened with Brandon and I. I will admit neither Brandon nor I were jumping up and down in the excitement of our love making, but both of us had dropped off into that euphoric state that comes after two people have made beautiful and wonderful love with each other. We were very quiet, but there was no way we were asleep. Brandon kept whispering over and over, "Billy Joe I love you. I love you." Very softly and tenderly he kept repeating it in my ear. I could feel the love in his voice. Oh yes, he was holding me in his arms as we had turned our bodies after our love making so that we were hugging each other as close as we could. The warmth and softness of his naked body against mine was sending thousands of delicate signals throughout my body. I could hear him repeating his love to me, but my mind was having a hard time absorbing the words. No, not because I didn't believe it, but because I was reeling from the sensations going through my own brain. I had just made the most amazing and indescribable love twice with Brandon. Not once, but twice I had brought him to a climax! And he had made the same kind of love with me! I still had the feeling and sweet delicious, tangy taste of him in my mouth. It felt so good to be lying there in his arms. I don't know truthfully which felt better. The act of making beautiful love with Brandon or the feel of lying there in his arms and hearing him softly whisper his love to me. I don't know what I was supposed to be thinking, but I was lost in my assessment of these fantastic new sensations which were flowing through me. I had made love to Brandon without any hesitation. Until now, I had been repulsed by anything to do with sex. Sex was dirty. To me sex was ugly, something I didn't want any thing to do with. But what I had experienced with Brandon was not dirty. It was not filthy. It had not been repulsive in any way even when I had drank heartily of his essence. It had been wild. It had been very passionate. It had been pure. It had been like an explosion in my body. I couldn't control it, and I sure couldn't contain it. I didn't want to do either of those things. I had been totally lost in my desire to bring the greatest pleasure to Brandon. I had been lost in that moment when my love for him exploded between us. I wanted to do it again and again. I wanted it over and over. I wanted to give him that wonderful feeling for the rest of his life. I realized in that moment, I had a power over Brandon he could not over come. All I had to do was make love with Brandon and both of us would be totally consumed in our love for the other. In loving Brandon, I had given him the greatest pleasure any person could give another, myself. And yes, I had received the same pleasure back by the act of giving to him. I knew in my heart that from this moment on, I would live and die to be with Brandon. I didn't care one bit what had taken place before. I only wanted Brandon and the ability to be with him. That would make me the happiest person in the world. I didn't care what people might think or what they might say. I didn't care about my name, my reputation, nor my freedom. I knew in my heart I had given my life freely to Brandon. He could do with it as he liked. It was his. By giving him my love and receiving his in return, we had given to each other far more than either of us could have taken from the other. Where had the feelings that were flowing through me come from? Had they been there along? Was the act of making love with Brandon the spark that had allowed this burst of feelings to explode throughout my mind, body, and soul? I knew I could never return to the Billy Joe I had been only moments before. I was an altogether different person. At some point in my mind, I began to return to the present and again I was hearing Brandon very softly repeating, "I love you." I pulled back out of his arms just enough so we were face to face. I brought my eyes to his, and even there in the dark, I could see and feel the love which I now knew had always been in his eyes for me. It glowed. It was like laser beams emanating from his eyes. I very slowly and tenderly placed my lips on his. I felt their soft, yet firm, warmth as our lips met. As they connected our mouths opened automatically without conscious thought and our tongues began their fiery dance of love. It seemed to me as if every particle of my life began flowing out of me into Brandon. And yet the more passionate our kiss became, the more it seemed as if Brandon's life was cascading through me. Could we have become one just though a kiss? Brandon and I were totally lost in each other, when in my mind alarms started going off. It must have happened simultaneously in Brandon also, as both of us jerked back immediately breaking the kiss. We were lying there in each other's arms, as naked as the day we were born, when the realization of the presence of others became known. I jumped up and away from Brandon and began clawing away in the sand for our suits. Finding them, I quickly pulled on my suit after handing Brandon his. I was later to find out I was wearing Brandon's and he mine. Thankfully, the voices had been loud and some distance from us when we first heard them. We could not see them clearly, nor they us, but they were definitely moving towards us. It was obvious from the tone of the voices it was more than two people as they were being very loud. We had just completed scrambling into our suits and sat up on our towels when they realized we were there. A male voice said, "Hey looky what we have here! A couple of love birds. Ain't that sweet?" From his speech it was clear he had been drinking. Another male voice said, "Yeah, a couple of love birds." Then a third male voice said, "Wait guys! These aren't love birds, we got ourselves a couple of faggots! They are both guys!" As the voices had been speaking, the group had walked up to us an were standing only about five feet away. Brandon and I had jumped up to our feet as they had gotten closer, and were now standing side by side. I could see there were 3 guys who appeared to be in their 30's. They obviously had been drinking, and still were as each of them had some sort of bottle in their hands. I assumed it was some sort of beer. Even over the five feet or so of distance between us I could smell the alcohol on their breath. The owner of the third voice said, "Hey guys, since we have a couple of faggots here, why don't we have them do their stuff. I think I could use a good blow job, and these guys should be professionals. What do you think?" "Yeah, that would be great!" Chorused the other two. Brandon said, "What makes you think we are gay?" The third voice said slowly stuttering and slurring his words, " Well, you are two guys out here all alone in the dark." "SO WHAT!" said Brandon. "That doesn't prove a thing." "Well you are alone out here." "SO!" said Brandon. "AND IF we were gay, why should we want to give you guys a blow job?" "Because we're going to make you! That's why!" "Ain't that right fellows?" he said, as he turned to the other two members of the group. "Yeah!" chimed the other two guys as they dropped the bottles they had been holding in their hands. I looked at Brandon and both of us moved a little apart anticipating an attack by the three guys. Brandon and I glanced again at each other. I saw a small wicked grin cross his face and wondered why? What was he thinking? Did he like the idea of giving these guys a blow job? Or did he just like to fight? There was no way I was going to do what these guys were suggesting . I sure didn't mind making love to Brandon, but there was absolutely no way I wanted to make love and definitely not have sex with anyone else. I knew giving that pleasure to Brandon was all I ever wanted. The three guys, as if on cue, started moving towards us. The guy directly in front of me raised his arm with the bottle still clutched in his hand. Unlike the other two, he had not dropped his. When he did, I waited no longer and kicked up and between his legs striking him in the groin. I think it was a lucky strike on my part, but he immediately dropped to his knees crying out in pain. The other two hearing their friend, charged towards us. I can't give you a blow by blow, but in just a few moments both of the other guys were lying on the ground. I had taken a couple of punches, but nothing of any consequence. I learned later Brandon had also taken a couple of hits, but again not severe. Although the guys were older than either of us, I believe our age and the fact they were drunk or near it had a direct bearing on the outcome of the fight. I stepped back and then said to Brandon, "Let's go!" "No! I think we need to teach these guys a lesson. They wanted us to give them a blow job and would have made us do it if they had won. I think it is only fair that they give us one. Don't you think that is a good idea?" "No Brandon, I don't want anything from them. Let's just go." "Ahhh! Come on, Billy Joe. Let's have some fun with them." "No Brandon!" Very forcefully Brandon said, "Look Billy Joe, they would have made us do it if they had beaten us. I think it is only right for us to make them do us." I could hear the one guy still groaning, but the other two were saying, "No please don't do it." Brandon turned to the guys and said, "Get up!" "No, Brandon don't do it!" "Be quiet Billy Joe! Relax. I know what I am doing. Trust me! OK?" Brandon had done some strange things, but he had always done them thinking he was looking out for our best interests. If I truly loved him I had to learn to trust him. "Ok, Brandon, Whatever." While he had been talking to me the three had gradually gotten to their feet. Brandon turned back to the guys and said, "STRIP!" Even though it was clear Brandon and I weren't in total agreement, the guys began pulling off their clothes and piling them up off to the side. It seemed to take forever for them to get their clothes off due to their incapacities. Eventually, they stood before us totally naked. Since it was dark I couldn't see them very clearly, but I didn't really care. I was only interested in seeing Brandon nude. God Brandon is AWESOME! The guy I had kicked in the groin was still holding himself and groaning. At this point Brandon said, "Okay guys, now it is your turn. Get down on your knees!" The guys reluctantly dropped to their knees still begging for us to leave them alone. "So which one of you wants to go first?" Brandon said. It was amazing to see the change in the three guys. The two guys who had been following the lead of the third guy, quickly looked at him and said, "Jim, it was your idea. YOU HAVE TO GO FIRST!" "Just a moment!" Brandon said. Then he looked at me and said, "Billy Joe get their clothes." I walked over, picked up their clothes and then came back to stand beside Brandon. Brandon then said, "Sorry, I have to spoil your fun guys! I know how much you want to do it to us, but we don't want anything from you jerks. The next time you jump to conclusions, let this be a reminder of what can happen. Just because we might be gay, doesn't mean we would have any desire to do anything with you guys anyway. In my opinion, what you intended to do to us is the same as rape. In fact it is rape! It could have been considered as a legal rape if we chose to press charges. But we are going to be real nice to you creeps and teach you a little lesson. We are going to walk away and take your clothes with us." "You can't do that!" Chimed the three guys. "How are we going to get back. People will see us," they again said in unison. "That is your problem. You should have thought about that before you started this. We are going to drop your clothes up the beach, but it will be up to you to find them. If I ever hear of you guys trying this crap again on anyone else, we will come back make you wish you hadn't. Do you understand?" "Yes!" Chimed the three guys in a much softer voice than before. "Ok, come on Billy Joe. Let's go! I don't want to be around these creeps any longer." With that Brandon turned, picked up our towels, and walked off with me by his side. We walked about 100 feet away from the guys to where we could still see their outlines standing there in the dark arguing amongst themselves. I scattered the clothes around and then we walked on down the beach and back to the condo. We heard later the guys had been discovered on the beach, partially dressed. A lot of talk was made about what they had been doing, but there was never any mention of Brandon or I; nor what had happened. When we walked into the condo, Brandon turned and looked at me. I looked at him in the light of the room for the first time since we had made love together. All I could see was the love shining from his eyes. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. His body was AWESOME. Everything about him was beautiful, at least that is how I saw him. His hair; his eyes, God what beautiful blue eyes; his nose, it was so cute and perfect; his face; his lips, and just think I had been kissing them only a moment ago; his sleek hairless arms and chest with those light brown orbs, which were his nipples looking firm and erect; his abdomen which definitely was a six pack; and then those firm sleek legs. AWESOME! Brandon said, "Billy Joe did you really think I was going to make those guys give us a blow job out there?" "Uhmmmmmm!! Well, yes, Brandon I did. But when you said to me, 'Trust me' I knew you would never do that. I hope you will forgive me for doubting you. I realize everything you have done is because you love me and you have never intentionally hurt me." "Billy Joe, I love you with all my heart. I only want to be with you. I don't ever want either of us to be with anyone else. I will never let anyone do those things with you. NEVER!!! I would have died trying to protect you, before it could have happened. I want only you. I never had any intention of doing anything with those guys. I only wanted to scare them and make them think about what they were doing." During this time, Brandon had been standing about two feet in front of me. He stepped towards me, all the time looking into my eyes. Then he said, "Billy Joe, I love you and only you." With that he folded his arms around me and pulled me close. I felt his body against mine as I laid my head on his shoulder. Immediately I felt a tingling sensation throughout my body. I moved my head and our lips came together. Our mouths opened and I felt his warm moist tongue enter mine. I was desperate to have Brandon's tongue in my mouth. It felt fantastic as our tongues intertwined. As our tongues danced, I started to gently massage his crotch, my hand exploring his hard dick through his swimsuit, it felt so great. I could tell he was enjoying it by his moaning. I was in heaven knowing that I was giving Brandon that pleasurable feeling that only comes when someone you love touches and caresses you. I slowly and gently reached down my other hand and pulled his swimsuit down. His cock sprang up, standing a full attention. I slowly dropped down and lowered my mouth onto his cock. I didn't even consider licking his nipples or caressing his body. I just wanted his dick in my mouth. I just wanted to feel that firm yet very soft flesh inside of me. I wanted to let my tongue swirl around his cock head savoring the feel and texture of it. I wanted to send him over the top with the feelings being generated by my tongue as it caressed his dick. He was at his full length and I was savoring the taste of him and hoping that I could do this again and again, forever and ever. I couldn't get enough of him. His cock jerked and he moaned. Until this moment I don't recall hearing or feeling Brandon making any expression of the pleasure he was receiving. I didn't recall him making any sounds earlier. Did he? All I knew was Brandon was lost in the sensations I was giving him. It seemed like his entire body was jerking and I was having a hard time keeping my mouth on his cock. I started bobbing my head, moving up and down his entire shaft first ever so slowly and then much faster as I sensed his excitement. I could taste a sweet fluid coming from him and knew that I wanted to taste and drink from him from now to eternity. I have never tasted anything like it before, and definitely not since. It has be the nectar of Gods. In our earlier love making we had both been so frenzied that these thoughts and feelings had not been part of my conscious. But now I was savoring every second that I was pleasuring Brandon. It felt so right to be bobbing up and down on him allowing his dick to enter the depths of my throat. I know some of you are thinking, how could you be doing this and having these feelings when this is your first time. Well all I can say, is that with Brandon and I it seemed like everything we did was just natural and right. It was like an unseen hand was guiding us and a unheard voice was instructing us in the art of loving one another. In all my efforts so far there never was a moment where I thought I was going to gag. Nor was there a moment that Brandon's thrusting into me was rough. Everything was perfect. It was as though we had been making love to each other for years. I hadn't been sucking long before I heard Brandon exclaim, "I'm gonna CUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMM!" I sped up my bobbing and sucking, knowing I wanted his cum in my mouth. Never again would any of his cum be spilled on the ground. I wanted it all. At that moment, I had a quick thought flash through my mind. Until this very moment, I hadn't considered anything else except for the pleasure that I was giving Brandon by sucking on his dick. Suddenly I knew and felt this totally new desire to have Brandon fuck me. I wanted it desperately. I wanted him inside of me like no other person had ever been before. I knew within my heart that when he did, I would be totally giving myself to Brandon. Yes, I wanted it. But I also realized this was not the time. It was going to happen, and if I had my way I knew it would be soon. Brandon grabbed the back of my head, running his fingers through my hair forcing me further down on his cock. It felt absolutely awesome to feel his thrusts and know that he was on the brink. Suddenly, his cum started pumping into my mouth, and again I savored the taste and swallowed it all. I can't get enough of this. I loved the slightly salty taste. I continued gently sucking and milked every last drop out of his softening cock. I was in heaven! His cum tasted great and I was experiencing the most pleasurable moment of my life. I had enjoyed many times the feelings that were generated when I was jerking myself off but nothing compared to this. It was 1000 times better! Suddenly, I realized I had cum my swimsuit. Brandon collapsed onto the carpet, and I crawled up on top of him. I could get enough of the feel of his body against mine. "Oh, Billy Joe, that was so AWESOME, where'd you learn to do that?" He asked. "I have no idea. I just did what I felt was good and right. I hope it was as good for you as it was for me!" "Can I do you now?" "Your too late! I've already cum." "YOU WHAT? You're amazing." "You're pretty amazing yourself." We lay together on the carpet for a while, talking, caressing, kissing, and exploring each others bodies. I couldn't get enough of the feel of his body, nor could Brandon keep his hands off of mine. I was in total overload with the sensations being sent throughout my body. Every touch was sending wave after wave of signals to my brain. Both of us were reveling in the opportunity to explore and learn every aspect of the other's body. After a while Brandon pulled back a bit and looked into my eyes. Then he said, "Billy Joe, I know I have told you that I love you. I do! I know I treated you wrong by doing and scheming the way I did without consulting you. I want what we have to last. I believe it will. I don't know what I should do to set things right, but I am willing to do it. I don't want you to feel any obligation to me, because of the way I treated you. While lying here holding you, I have come to two conclusions." "First, do you remember what you did to me out on the beach?" "Of course, Brandon, I made love with you." "NO! I mean specifically what you did to me." "Well, I kissed you, and I ahhh....hugged you, I touched you, and then I sucked your dick and made you cum." "You did something else, also" "Uhhhh..... Brandon, I don't remember everything I did right now. I know that I enjoyed everything just as much as I think you did. I liked it. I want to do it over and over again, but only with you. All I know is that I did what I felt was good. I made love with you. I gave you my love. What are you getting at?" "Billy Joe, I am not trying to say anything was wrong. IT WASN'T! It was beautiful. It was perfect. But one thing you did was you stuck your finger up my butt." "Oooooh Yeah! I remember now. Uhhhhh.... did you like that?" "YES, I loved it. It was FANTASTIC! I want you to do it whenever you feel like it, but what I want you to really do is make love with me." "But, I have already done that, and I want to do it again and again." "No, you don't understand. I want to feel you inside of me. I want to feel your dick inside of me. I want you to cum inside of me. I want to give myself to you. Ohhhhh Billy Joe, I want to be yours. COMPLETELY!" "RIGHT NOW!" "No, not right now. But very soon. I want it to happen when it feels right for you, but I don't want you to feel any hesitation in doing it. I am telling you right now, I am giving myself to you. You are all I ever have wanted." "Brandon. I also want to it just as much as you do. I want it very much." "You do!" "Yes, I do. Earlier while we were making love together, I thought about it and I knew that whenever the time is right I want to become a part of you. I want to give my whole body to you." All this time we had been holding each other snuggled up in the other's arms while lying side by side on the carpet. Brandon leaned over and kissed me very softly, and then said, "Billy Joe, the second thing is that I am taking you back to your home RIGHT NOW!" TO BE CONTINUED Well according to my proof reader this part is "AWESOME". I wonder where I have heard that word before. Actually, he said, "You've done it again!" I have to compliment one of my friends. I think Phil you have figured me out. I will leave it at that. Thank you all for being so patient and allowing me to get to the sex scenes. I really appreciate all of you not beating up on me. I was afraid I was going to end up black and blue, and I am definitely not into pain. In my last posting I casually made a reference to being a little boy and asked the following question just to satisfy my friends. " Don't you think 6' 1" and 188 pounds, as of this morning, is a little boy?" Well I have to say the response was that you my readers are in agreement with my friends. I am not a little boy. I also am not 188 pounds anymore. I am now 184 and heading downward again. Here I come 175! Must be all that bike riding I have been doing. Couldn't be anything else, could it? If for some reason I haven't responded to your email, then it means I never got it, so send another one. I respond to all emails, unless they are criticizing me. Those I trash immediately. That is a lie, and I never lie. Well, almost never. At least not anymore, I have learned my lesson there very well. I even respond to the negative ones. So put in your dollars worth ( My friends say I was cheating you by only paying you 2 cents for your comments) . Take care and my very best wishes to all of you, Scotty email: scottyyates@earthlink.net