This is a fictional story dealing with love and consensual sexual activities between males. If you are not of legal age, reside in an area where viewing such material is illegal, or are offended by homosexuality and/or homosexual themes, leave this site now.
The author retains all rights to this story. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the permission of the author.
Note: Thanks to Tim for feedback on the draft chapters. I owe special thanks to Robb and Rock for doing the final proofreading and catching all those silly little errors I missed.
Send comments to: email@example.com
by Jeff Allen
All the way into town I kept mentally kicking myself. I had promised Ske Takamachi that I'd check up on Jorge Menendez. I'd really meant to do it, but when Ske mentioned his concerns to me it was too late on Friday afternoon to check Jorge's records in the school office. Then the whole bit with Bart Harris blew up over the weekend. My mind had been occupied with what was going on with Bart, and checking up on Jorge completely escaped my brain. If the kid had been thrown out of his house for being gay, then it was partially my fault that he was sitting in Red Stuart's jailhouse.
Red was waiting for me when I arrived.
"Parker, thanks for coming out in this awful weather. I've got Jorge back in my office with one of the deputies. I'll take you back there, and then let you two talk a little. I hope you'll take him home with you. Like I said, I really don't think the kid needs to be here or in the hospital, but you make up your own mind. No pressure." He delivered the last line without a hint of sarcasm.
"You're damn smooth, Red."
"That's why I've been sheriff of this county for the past twenty years."
Red opened the door to his office and motioned to the deputy to come out.
Jorge was sitting in a chair across from Red Stuart's desk. He was a mess. His clothes were dirty, and from half way across the room I could tell he hadn't bathed in days. He looked up when I came into the room, but then put his eyes back down toward the floor.
I pulled up a chair next to him.
"Jorge, I'm Parker Arnold."
"I know. You're the soccer coach and a teacher." He had a slight Hispanic inflection in his voice.
"Sheriff Stuart thinks you might want to come stay at my house for a while."
"You won't want me when you find out about me. No one will."
"Jorge, Sheriff Stuart's already told me that you're having trouble with your parents and that you said you're gay. Was the trouble with your parents because you're gay?"
He looked up me momentarily then back down to the floor. "Yes. My father, step-father really, caught me and another guy kissing. He tossed me out of the house. Said he didn't want to see me no more."
"When was that?"
"About a month ago."
"Where have you been staying since then?"
"Here and there. I found a place in that building behind where the Campus Men's Shop used to be, and I've been sleeping in there the last two weeks or so."
"Where have you been eating?"
"I work at Takamachi's Restaurant washing dishes so I've been eating some of the food off the plates when they come back to the dish room. The restaurant was closed yesterday and today `cause the Takamachis were going out of town for the weekend. I thought I could make it until Sunday, but I got really cold and hungry."
"Is that why you were in the dumpster?"
"Yes. I thought there still might be something to eat in there."
"Jorge, will you come home with me?"
"You don't want me. I'm a criminal, and I'm queer."
"Son, you're not a criminal. The Sheriff isn't going to press any charges. The deputy who brought you in here was concerned that you were out in the cold. And as for being gay, there are fifteen men and boys out at my house right now. Of those eleven are gay, two are straight, and two are too young to know whether they'll end up being gay or straight. Right now they're just two happy little boys."
He looked up and held my gaze for the first time. His lower lip started to tremble. I pulled him into a hug. He melted against my chest and started crying.
When his tears began to subside I said as gently as I could, "Why don't we go pick up your stuff where you were staying and then go home? There's a bunch of guys out there who you'll want to meet."
He nodded his head. We got up and walked out to my Expedition with my arms still wrapped around his shoulders. Red Stuart gave me a big smile and a thumbs up sign as we passed through the outer office.
Jorge directed me around the back of the abandoned men's wear store. He got out of the Expedition, and I followed him through the broken door of a small shed at the back of the store. We gathered up what few belongings he had and piled them in the back of the SUV before heading out of town to my house.
The guys were all sitting around in the kitchen. Grant was perched on Ryan's lap, and Micah was asleep in TJ's arms. He woke up when we came in the door.
It turned out that Ryan knew Jorge from school, and Nacio knew him because they had lived in the same neighborhood. They took charge. They got him upstairs into one of the showers while I dumped all of his clothes into the washing machine. Ryan came back downstairs and added the clothes Jorge had been wearing to the wash. The clothes had been pretty smelly and dirty. I thought it might take two wash cycles to make them wearable again.
Twenty minutes later a clean Jorge Menendez came back down stairs. He was dressed in some of Isaac's clothes since he was the closest in size to Jorge.
Brandon and Bart seemed a little taken aback by having a new kid suddenly show up at the house. However, they took their lead from the rest of the guys, and everyone did their best to welcome Jorge into the household.
When Donnie and Karl got home from work, they too greeted our new housemate. Donnie just smiled and shook his head at me. Karl was warm and welcoming toward Jorge. He didn't say much to me until later that evening when he and I were back in my...now our...bedroom.
"Parker, what you're doing for Jorge is wonderful. It's what you've done over and over again for Trey, for TJ and Ryan, for Donnie and his boys, for Isaac, and for Nacio. We've never talked about money, and maybe it's none of my business, but how can you afford to do this on a teacher's salary?"
I pulled him down next to me on the bed. "Now that you're living out here...and I hope you're living out here for a very long time...I think you have a right to know about my finances. I wouldn't be able to help all these guys on just my teacher's salary, although I might try it. My parents lived very modestly, but they had substantial investments. My brother and I were amazed at the value of their estate. I'm not really too interested in day to day management of the funds, so I've got an investment counselor in Atlanta who takes care of that sort of thing for me. We set things up so that about 60% of the earnings are reinvested. The other 40% is transferred into a money market account in the bank here in Carterville for my use. My salary from teaching and coaching is only about a quarter of my available income each year."
Karl had a stunned look on his face.
I leaned over and kissed his cheek and chuckled. "Having money for all the kids in the house isn't a problem. Now, having enough space is a different issue."
"You really are amazing."
"Flattery like that will get you laid."
"I like the sounds of that. Can we screw around in the hot tub first?"
"How about if we screw in the hot tub?"
And that's what we did.
Parker Arnold was an amazing person. He had a houseful of guys he had rescued in some way or another; he had been involved in getting me out of Utah and reunited with my brother; and then he takes in another kid...this one literally from off the street.
After he got cleaned up Jorge Menendez was a good-looking Hispanic kid. He was about the same height as Isaac, so maybe five foot ten or so but a little slighter in build. His straight black hair was a little on the long side...another month or so and he would be able to pull it back into a ponytail. He had almost coal black eyes and a skin tone that was a little more reddish bronze than Nacio's.
That night Parker suggested to Ryan and Nacio that they make a pallet on the floor so Jorge could have a bed to himself. To my surprise, they agreed without any hesitation or grumbling. Let me tell you that wouldn't have happened at my house. There would have been a lot of grumbling and arguing. My opinion of Ryan and Nacio, which was already pretty high, went up a several notches.
I don't know what time we all finally went to sleep that night. Ryan, Nacio, Jorge, and I stayed up late talking and laughing and getting to know one another.
The next morning I had my first ever sexual experience with another person.
I was finishing up my shower. I'd gotten up later than everyone else again. I still wasn't acclimated to Eastern Time. I thought everyone else was already downstairs for breakfast. I looked up, and Tyrone Jackson was standing in the doorway. He was dressed in jeans and a tee shirt.
He nodded his head toward my crotch. "Man, that thing would be classified as a lethal weapon in some states. Does it get any bigger?"
I felt myself blush, and then my dick starting growing.
Tyrone's eyes got bigger, and he licked his lips. He walked over to the edge of the shower area and reached out to touch my dick.
No one else had ever touched me there before. My dick went rock hard and stood straight up at attention in seconds. Tyrone knelt down on the floor in front of me, placed his hand around my erection, and then attempted to swallow the entire length in his mouth.
He pulled off my pole long enough to say, "Yeah, it does get bigger. This has to be the biggest cock I've ever seen."
He went back to his oral ministrations on my penis. I'd never had a blowjob before, but I could tell that Tyrone was no stranger to giving blowjobs. He knew just what to do. He massaged my balls with one hand while he moved the other up and down on my saliva slickened shaft as his mouth went up and down on it.
"I'm gonna shoot!"
I wanted to warn him so he could pull off, but instead of pulling back he took me almost all the way down to my pubic hairs. I came! Boy, did I ever come! The orgasm was so intense my knees almost gave way. I caught myself on the side of the shower.
Tyrone pulled away and stood up. He leaned in and kissed me open mouthed. I tasted my own semen as his tongue probed the inside of my mouth.
He pulled back from the kiss and winked at me. "Man, I love cream for breakfast, and I'd love to have that pole of yours in my ass sometime this weekend."
Then he was gone.
After my breathing returned to normal I ducked back under the shower to wash the saliva and cum from my deflating cock.
When I got down to the kitchen, most of the guys had already eaten. Tyrone smiled at me but otherwise didn't make any mention of our little encounter in the shower. I looked around afraid that everyone would be able to tell that I'd just gotten blown in the shower. Fortunately no one seemed to be the wiser.
About mid morning Tyrone suggested that we all go over to his house to use the pool. I thought that was a crazy idea. I mean, there was at least a foot of snow outside. Then Isaac told me that Tyrone had an indoor pool. I felt a little stupid.
"I don't have a swim suit," Jorge exclaimed.
Ryan clapped him on the shoulder. "We won't need suits. It's all guys so we swim in our birthday suits. Besides all the queer dudes here want to see what your dick looks like."
TJ grabbed his brother in a headlock, "Listen to you talk, Little Brother. You're going to embarrass Jorge. All guys check each other out. It's no big deal."
Ryan laughed, "It's sure no big deal for you. You need a microscope to see your dick."
Nacio went up to Jorge. "If you're not comfortable swimming naked, you can wear your boxers. No one here is going to care one way or the other."
Jorge looked relieved.
I know my mouth must have been hanging open when we pulled up to Tyrone's house. It was huge! I don't know what I expected. I mean his dad was a big former NBA star and made a lot of money, but still the house was impressive. There was an indoor pool on the lower level with an adjacent locker room, weight room, sauna, and hot tub room.
Guys started stripping off their clothes as soon as they were in the locker room. Brandon, Jorge, and I held back at first, but then we joined in and stripped down to bare skin.
I know my eyes were popping out of my head. Mormons are raised to be very modest about their bodies. I'd gone to a private church school, and there were several curtained shower areas in the boys' locker room. You never really saw anyone completely naked. I did the once over on all the bodies...well, maybe I looked a couple of times. Josh, Tyrone, Nacio, and Jorge were all uncircumcised. The rest of the guys were cut like Brandon and me. Ryan, Trey, TJ, and Parker had really nice big dicks, but I was proud to note that Brandon and I were the champs in the size department.
Donnie and TJ took Grant and Micah down to the shallow end of the pool and played with them down there. The little guys obviously were used to being in the water, and they had a great time splashing around with their two dads.
The rest of us horsed around in the middle or deep end of the pool. Tyrone strung a net across the pool, and we had a game of water volleyball for a while. When we got tired of the volleyball game some of the guys started doing dives. Isaac was actually the best diver of the group. He seemed to have a natural grace and sense of what was happening with his body while he was in the air. On the other hand I took a couple of really sloppy dives. I expected some comments from the other guys, and there were some, but they were all in fun. No one called me stupid, or uncoordinated, like would have happened in most groups of guys. That made me feel really good.
After a couple of hours, Donnie and TJ accompanied by Parker and Karl took the little guys back home for a nap. The rest of us continued to splash around in the water or lounge naked on the edge of the pool. I couldn't remember ever having so much fun.
Late in the afternoon I needed to pee so I headed back into the locker room to use the john. I didn't get there right away. I was passing through the locker room on my way to the toilet stalls when I heard someone moaning. I followed the sound, rounded the corner that led to the hot tub room, and came across Tyrone down on his knees giving Jorge a blow job. It was Jorge's moans of pleasure that I heard.
Neither one saw me standing there. Jorge had his eyes closed in pleasure, and Tyrone was too busy moving his mouth up and down on Jorge's erect cock while pumping his own pole with his hand.
I stood there watching them, and I felt my dick get hard. It was a hot scene, but at the same time I was a little ticked off at Tyrone. He'd given me a blow job in the shower that morning and had hinted that he wanted to get together later for some more action. A few hours later, there he was giving a blowjob to another guy.
A hand touched my shoulder. I almost jumped out of my skin. It was Isaac.
He took my arm and led me back into the locker room area.
"I don't think Tyrone would mind the audience, but Jorge might be a little embarrassed if he knew we'd seen him."
"I...I just came in here to use the john."
"Yeah. I have to pee too, but then I heard Jorge moaning. Look, I need to tell you about Tyrone. He and I were boyfriends before I went to college. I still like him a lot, but I knew he was never faithful to me. He likes sex, and he likes variety. I think he's hit on every good-looking guy at school. Heck, I think he's even gotten into Ryan's and Nacio's pants once or twice, and those two are about as straight as they come. I'm sure he's going to hit on you sometime this weekend..."
I felt the blush creeping up my face.
Isaac smiled. "I see that he already has. I hope you got a blowjob. He's great at those. Come on, let's finish our business in here and let Tyrone and Jorge have some privacy."
"I don't know if I can pee right now."
He looked down at my semi hard dick. "I understand. Just go into the stall, close the door, and take care of it. No one's going to care if you jerk off. We all do it."
He must have seen something in my expression.
"I think you're having some brand new experiences here, right?"
He put his hand on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "If you ever want to talk to someone. I'm here. I'll give you my cell number before we go back to Adams State so you can get in touch with me when you move there with Brandon."
"Thanks." I thought I might take him up on his offer. I wasn't going to know any one at my new school in Adams, and it would be nice to talk to another gay guy...beside my brother and his boyfriend.
I watched Isaac as he walked toward the urinals. I zeroed in on the way his ass cheeks moved as he walked, and I started to get hard again.
Everyone was pleasantly tired that evening from all the activity in the pool. If the other guys in the room stayed up and talked, I sure didn't hear it. I went out as soon as my head hit the pillow.
Josh, Brandon, Mason, and I left Carterville for Adams right after breakfast on Sunday. Brandon had to work at the restaurant that evening. The next day we would try to get me enrolled in my new high school. Josh had talked with one of his football coaches...a guy named Matt Stevenson...who used to teach at the high school before he became an assistant football coach at Adams State. Stevenson was going to meet Brandon and me at the high school on Monday morning to help us with the process of getting me enrolled.
I was starting a new life!
(To be continued)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Many of the characters who play parts in this story were previously introduced in either "When Love Comes" (last posted in the College section on Sept. 6, 2001) or "Love of a Lifetime" (last posted in the College section on May 19, 2003). While not necessary, readers may find it useful to read the two earlier stories posted on this site. Both previous stories are also posted at www.crvboy.com.
comments to: firstname.lastname@example.org