Date: Fri, 6 Feb 2009 16:37:45 +0000 From: Steve Thomas Subject: Hey-Mikey! Chapter 5 Hey-Mikey! This is a work of pure fiction, but based on the author's feelings, beliefs, and in some cases, experience. Come to think of it -- it might not be all that pure! There may be graphic sexual encounters at times between males, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat. If you are too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kind if story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here. If not, - - ENJOY! Cast of characters: Michael Timothy Headly -- That's me! Spike -- (Diane, my big sister) Mary -- My mom Tom -- My father. Gilbert Blank -- Friend from Woodland Joey Gray -- Gilbert's "little brother" ... From Chapter 4: It was getting dark by the time we got to the big trees. "You guys go over on the other side of the hill, I don't wan t - " started Gilbert. "Don't worry!" Said Joey. "We don't want hear your sick, perverted sounds anyway!" We had just gotten our sleeping bags zipped together and were climbing in together -- naked this time - when we heard a cry form the other side of the hill: "O My GOD!" "Hee hee! I guess Bobby saw Joey's - " I said. "I guess so!" Said Gilbert. Chapter 5 As soon as we were in the zipped together sleeping bags, I felt suddenly shy and what surprised me was -- Gilbert seemed to be in the same boat. But ... being in the same bag, and with a warm, naked, hard body seemed to help break the ice. Each of us was emanating a warmth that quickly warmed the sleeping bag. We lay for an extended time, on our backs -- looking at the millions of stars that could be seen amongst the tall trees above us. There was a gentle breeze, but it was not enough to take away the quickly gathering heat. We opened the bag completely and lay exposed, completely open and vulnerable to the elements. I had my hands behind my head. Just as I was thinking, "This is the most romantic thing that I could ever imagine" (okay, at 18 ½, my imagination had some want of experience!) he snuggled up to me, laying his soft-haired head on my folded arm. I lowered it to surround his neck and shoulders and he turned his head and we were nose to nose. I can't describe the wonderful smells that were present. There was of course his overt manly odor, but besides that there were the natural perfumes and scents that permeated a forest like this. Even the faint reminiscence of a distant skunk did not detract from it! "I -- love - " he started, then paused. I held my breath. I was so afraid of what would come out next. "camping -- with you! I have had times when that was the only bed I had ... and hoped never to do it again. When you suggested camping, I wanted to scream, but I didn't -- and I'm glad. This is about as perfect a setting as I've ever been in ... with a guy." "It is a nice place - " He cut me off: "But it's not the setting, don't you see? It's -- you -- and me -- and omigod, it's intoxicating!" Then he kissed me. I closed my eyes and kissed him back, tenderly and sweetly. When I opened my eyes, I saw the moonlight clearly mirrored in his glassy eyes. I wiped away his tears. "What's wrong, Babe?" I asked. "Oh -- nothing, really. Well that was a lie! It's just that ... I have these feelings that -- I've never experienced before. I don't want them to go away, and yet I know that in less than two weeks YOU will go away! And -- I'll probably never see you again." "Aw, don't say that, Gil - " "We could make promises to each other, but -- baby boy -- we both know deep down that once you are gone to college -- there will be other guys there -- others that are so much more like you are -- intelligent, extremely talented and omigod, so hot and ... cute!" "Gilbert, don't! I feel what you feel too, it's - " "So for this weekend -- let's just pretend there's no tomorrow!" He said. It is just what I wanted to hear. I didn't know what love was -- I was too young to know -- but it felt like love to me at the moment. In response I rolled over on top of him and our man meat -- which had become soft as mush while we discussed our hang-ups -- sprang back to life. His hands clutched my butt gently but firmly -- almost desperately -- because his forearms seemed to be pressing on my back as if to try to keep me from running. I had no such intention! We kissed even deeper and I felt the first spasm of precum making its way up its canal. My hips involuntarily thrusted and were met by his as well, and both of us felt a warm, wet presence between us. He moaned and that brought about another quantity of squirt out of me. "Omigosh!" I whispered in his ear. I buried my face in his neck and sucked on it, savoring the salty flavor of his day. As I sucked and tongued his neck, he kneaded my butt and his finger swiped up the crack, touching the hard sphincter. I sucked air suddenly and moaned loudly. He brought his finger to his nose and sniffed deeply, then exhaled a moaning breath of air. This was my initiation to this kind of communication. I rolled to the side and followed his lead. I was petrified at what my reaction would be -- to smelling his ass odor -- but to my amazement, it wasn't that bad. Just as the skunk smell did not detract from the perfume in the air, the smell of his sweat, and his musky closed cheeks seemed to take me to another level. This time it was I who clutched him desperately. Could I possible leave this -- leave HIM behind? He ran his fingers through my hair and fluffed it a bit, while at the same time, drawing circled with his finger from my chest to my tummy. Then he seemed to play them like a piano, and the erotic tickle was almost more than I could bear. More precum. It landed on his upper thigh, for by this time my head was nestled in his chest hair. I licked at it and it seemed quite natural for me to nuzzle my way to his arm pit, where I smelled the heady, manly smell of someone who obviously works hard. More pre! I kissed and pulled on his pit hair with my teeth, then kissed my way to his nipples. I sucked on them, biting ever so gently, as his hand found its way to the base of my scrotum. He made a little circle there, touching anus, perineum and ball sack, and my manhood stiffened even more. He firmly smashed my balls against my body and brought his hand to rest around my turgid shaft. He looked into my eyes for the go-ahead. I kissed him in answer, and he started to slowly stroke it. I went to wrap my fingers around his, and he said, "No -- not yet Baby; let me do this!" He pushed me onto my back and lay at my side, making sure our bodies touched in as many places as was possible, including his throbbing meat on my hip. With his upper hand, he massaged my hair and scalp, which could have been a turn on all by itself. But his other hand was stroking and playing with all the surface of my penis and scrotum. Occasionally his hand would reach down between my legs and graze by my anal sphincter, in a smooth upward swipe, pulling my scrotum to the verge of pain, but not really -- as only another guy knows how to do. Then he would stroke a few agonizingly slow times, and trace his finger around the slippery, wet head, after which he stroked the loose skin left from my circ, then up and over my corona and head with all his fingers so lightly that it drove me into wriggles and little screams of delight. Then he leaned into me and sucked in my ear lobe and kissed and tongued it and then swirled his tongue around my ear canal. He kissed my cheeks and closed my eyes with his lips, caressing my eyelids with his tongue. He kissed my forehead which made me giggle, then sucked on the end of my nose and went to my mouth. All the while he kept up a gentle teasing of my lower parts. He sucked my chin and then -- whether inspired by me or not -- he sucked and pulled on my pit hair a little, them nuzzled over my smooth chest to my nipples. He didn't bite them, but sucked hard and flicked his tongue fast, getting each one in order hard and erect. I hardly noticed that he was slowly increasing the stroking -- not only speed but pressure. Suddenly my breathing started to become ragged and I got a little paranoid feeling. "I'm -- uh -- I'm -- uh" I tried to tell him. "Just let it happen Michael!" "Mikey! Please, call me Mikey!" "Okay, Mikey! Relax as much as you can, and let yourself go, Baby!" I tried to concentrate on not cumming too fast, but it didn't seem to be working. "I'm -- I'm -- gonna - " "Just let nature take its course, Mikey!" My breathing increased -- faster and deeper. "That's it baby. I'll know when it's time!" The words almost oozed out of his mouth. I again got panicky as I felt the familiar buildup of tension in my pelvis as well as the full tingling torso. I started to moan and he stopped, squeezed it very hard, putting the tip of his thumb on the hole, then came up and kissed me deeply, and then started to jack me off again, this time hard and deliberately. I felt the crème rising, and thought my insides were about to explode, when he quickly and smoothly bent down and all at once he deep throated me all the way to the pubes. I gasped and could not have stopped the thrusting if my life depended on it. I grabbed his head and fucked it savagely, forgetting everything except the feeling that was throbbing and coursing outward seemingly to the extremes of my whole body and somewhere beyond. As I started to come down from the highest high I'd ever reached I felt his finger massaging and pressing on my perineum and anal sphincter and almost went into a trance. My whole body seemed to flinch and my eyes popped open. I looked over into his eyes. "Oh! You -- you're turn!" I said groggily. He gave me a look of what I interpreted as pure love. "Oh! You want to do me? It's okay if you don't. and ... I'm sorry that I kind of messed up your sleeping bag." "Huh??" "I got off at the same time you did. I really love getting others off! It's what I live for. When you so violently took your passion in my throat, it was more than I could handle. The pain ... the excitement -- put me over the edge." "Oh! What?!! I - - what? I hurt you? Omigosh, Gilbert! I am so -- soooo sorry." "It's okay, Baby. It's really okay. It couldn't have been more perfect ... for me! I was so totally taken by your passion and your abandon!" "But -- but -- Gilbert, I didn't want to -- I mean -- I didn't mean to - " "And that's exactly what made it so hot for me. Something I did ... made you crazy! Just look down a second!" I looked down and his penis was standing at attention and was again oozing crème out the top. "That's how -- even talking about it -- gets to me. You didn't do anything to me! I did something to you! You were out of control! To me, that is the sweetest thing! And ... the hottest! In that moment ... I loved you more than anything in the world!" I was stunned! He loved me -- more than -- what? But how can that be? He also seemed to reading my mind: "Don't worry, Baby. It wears off! You don't owe me anything. In a few weeks you will be in the arms of someone else -- maybe showing them what I taught you! And you will find someday ... that love is something different than the passion of a few moments." "But -- but -- you must want someone to -- to -- have that -- feeling -- with -- long term! You have just made me feel more loved than I've ever felt and then tell me don't worry ... it will pass? What if I don't WANT it to pass? I feel so -- confused! I still feel this -- this -- closeness -- love -- affection -- for you and then you tell me ... !" I stopped for a moment, then said, "I feel so -- used!" "Please don't! Maybe I said too much. That's my weakness ... telling too much -- telling the truth. I promise you will feel okay with it in the morning. For now -- just lay here with me and look at the stars and the moon, and thank them that we have shared intimacy and that we feel the love of the universe -- for these few moments. I turned my face away and closed my eyes. I really WAS confused. I still felt like I loved this stranger next to me fiercely and yet something cold inside me -- tells me he's right. I sighed and threw my arm over him, my face on his light chest hair and breathed deep. His heady male smell, his warmth, his stiff pole still pulsing on my hip. I yawned and he kissed me. I tasted the mixture of his own taste and my own strong tasting semen. I guess he's right but -- I -- uh -- zzzzzz. I woke up to the smell of coffee burning on the camp stove. I hate coffee, but I grew to love that smell when I was little. It meant that Dad was up and ready for another day. Mom wasn't quite as perky in the mornings -- even on vacations. I took a deep breath of the damp morning air, with the smell of the ocean, the trees, and the coffee and ... something else. I lay back down and turned over and buried my face where Gilbert had slept. I shuddered from the musky odor and smiled. "Morning!" Said Gilbert! "You look very cute with your hair sticking straight up." I grinned, then laughed because his hair looked like an egg beater had gotten to it ... and his chest hair -- well I knew what matted it! My own saliva probably! It was cool but he was standing in his shoes with no socks, and only his boxer shorts -- no! Those were mine! Haha! I reached down into the sleeping bag and pulled out his underwear. They were worn and stained. I wondered if they had been washed recently. He laughed as I put them up to my nose! The smell of them almost made me instantly cum! I jumped up, dragged them onto my own body, and ran behind the nearest tree and barely pulled down the underwear when my yellow stream flew out of me like a fire hose, up at about a 45 degree angle. I let out a loud, rumbling sigh. Gilbert laughed again. I was glad there was no headwind! "I heard that!" He said. "Man, you slept like the dead!" "It must have been that sleeping pill you gave me!" I said. Then I remembered my confusion as I was drifting off to sleep. Somehow it didn't make any sense this morning. I was upset about -- something -- I'm not even sure what -- but now I just was happy to be here with this sexy guy -- who was now breaking eggs into a bowl. "You like pancakes?" "Love `em!" I said. "Good -- I think it's all we have; that and coffee." "I hate coffee!" "Spoiled brat!" he laughed. "Well, there's milk for the children!" "Who wants milk!" I turned and both Bobby and Joey were standing -- also in their underwear -- grinning ear to ear. "I want coffee!" said Bobby. "I hate milk!" Said Joey. "You didn't mind it last night!" laughed Bobby. "Oh -- you're gonna get it!" "I can't wait!" "Sorry guys, all we have is pancakes." Said Gilbert. "That's okay," said Joey, "Bobby and I had enough sausage to last -- at least until noon!" "Well thanks for that compliment, Pardner!" said Bobby. "But I'm afraid I was only serving Vienna sausage last night! Not exactly a fair trade for the polish sausage you gave me!" "Will you guys stop?" said Gilbert. "You're making me horny -- er -- that is -- HUNGRY! Yeah! That's it!" "Where's the potty!" asked Bobby. "I got a piss boner that could cut glass!" "Over behind that tree -- or any tree!" I said. The both turned on the spot and peed in the bushes. "I'll never get used to that!" Said Bobby. "I hope not!" Said Joey. "I been saving it just for you!" "Liar!" "Well, okay -- but I did save it all day -- well okay -- half day!" "The pancake batter is ready. Let's get dressed and I'll fix them and some eggs ... and coffee and ... milk for you boys!" Just then 2 girls walked by our camp spot. They stopped their giggling and stared at the two younger boys -- in their underwear. "Hi!" They said together. "Hi!" said the boys. "There's a campfire tonight -- over behind the forest ranger's office. Are you coming?" "Dunno!" Said Joey. "You got any cute brothers?" The girls giggled and walked on. "Hey!" Said Bobby, scowling. "What? I'd share with you!" laughed Joey. "But I don't wanna share you!" Joey -- never one to be too humble -- laughed again, grabbed his crotch and said, "But -- there's so much of me to go around!" Bobby, not to be cowed, grabbed his own package and said, "Maybe so, but if you want any more of this, you'll be more focused on IT!" I was amused at their cutesy banter -- enough that I didn't notice Gilbert come up behind me until I felt his hands on my back. I fell into him and he caught me, leaned over and pecked me on the lips. "Let's all get dressed, eat and find what there is to see in the enchanted forest." It really seemed that way. Last night, looking straight up, it was easy to see the stars, but the redwoods are so tall that this far north the angle of the suns rays seldom reached the floor of the forest. There were lots of ferns and azalea bushes. Even a few blueberries. Just before making the pancakes, I said, "Wait!" I picked a bunch of tiny blueberries and threw them into the batter. We all ate our fill of pancakes. "How can you do that to pancakes?" I asked Gilbert. At his querying look I said, How do you wash them down with bitter coffee?" "I might ask the same about your milk!" "I thought you liked my milk!" I said with a pout. He kissed my pout away -- and sucked a little tongue with it! We cleaned up the breakfast mess, threw together some sandwiches and put the camping gear in the trunk of the car. We locked the car and struck out on our feet to see what we could see. I had a canvas bag that had arm straps to make it a back pack. Bobby had a professional back pack -- the likes of any Eagle Scout would want. Gilbert and Joey felt like they were slackers. "Hey, don't worry about it!" Said Bobby. "It's only a few sandwiches and some water." I had never hiked any distance carrying anything, but Bobby, being an Eagle Scout was a pro. He struck a very sexy pose with his shorts, his big hiking boots, his shirtless torso and his huge backpack. I was pleased that my newly developed muscles and tan showed well -- as well as I was happy that my load was easy to carry. We stopped in a particularly beautiful meadow, and Joey said, "Man our dates really look good, don't they, Gilly? And they're hardly sweating!" "Yup! Did you wanna trade tonight?" "You're the one who said he was too old for me!" "And so he is! And also ... I wanted him for myself!!" I felt my cheeks warm up and something else was twitching down below my beltline. Then Bobby spoke up, "Did you get the idea that these two are bargaining for us?" I laughed. "I'm not sure what kind of a bargain I would be!" "Are you kidding?" Said Bobby. "You're hot enough to stop a boy driving a red Corvette -- just to watch you work". "Who did that?" Said Joey. Bobby looked like the cat that swallowed the canary! "Um -- oh! It was just a boy who obviously appreciates fine art!" Then Bobby resumed walking, not wanting to answer any more questions. He took long steps that almost made Joey run to keep up. It definitely got me to thinking about how Bobby might have been looking at me! Well, he HAD come on to me. And ... I did turn him down ... right? He was awfully cute and ... though I'd never seen him naked, I bet he's not half-bad hung! He looked pretty good in his underwear earlier. I let Bobby lead us and it surprised us that suddenly we were staring at ... Gilbert's car! "Hey! How did we get back here?" "What? Were you lost?" laughed Bobby. "You had me fooled, Bob-bob!" It just came out without thinking. Bobby looked at me and gave me a very crooked smile. "I think someone has a stutter!" Said Joey. We got in the car and looked at the map the ranger had given us. Gilbert drove and Bobby was good with maps, so Joey and I were banished to the back seat. Within ten minutes, Joey was asleep and drooling on my neck. His warmth on me -- coupled with my own sleepiness from last night's escapades, found me waking up, holding Joey tenderly, as his face ... and lips -- were sucking on my neck. "If you two can tear yourselves away from each other, we're about to drive into a tree!" Said Bobby. He looked me in the eye with an evil grin. "So ... Gilbert -- I think I want to collect on that kiss you promised me!" "Me? I didn't promise you anything!" Said Gilbert. "Well, Mikey did!" Gilbert looked to me to save him. I shrugged. Then Gilbert saw the position of Joey on me! Then it was Gilbert who shrugged. He drove into the tunnel made by the tree trunk and stopped. He looked into Bobby's eyes and planted a wet one on him. When they were finished, Bobby said, "Hmmm -- nope! I like Mikey's better!" "Well! Don't mind me! I'm just the poor guy driving the old run down car!" Said Gilbert. He tried to seem like he was laughing it off, but I got that he was actually hurt a little. "You seem to know where you're goin', Bobby. Why don't you drive." He said it kind of grumpily. He pulled out of the tree and parked. He got out. "Shotgun!" Hollered Joey. "That's what I had in mind." Said Gilbert. As Joey got out one door, Gilbert came in the other, and I slid over. "Hi Baby!" Said Gilbert, sounding repentant. I kissed him, and he said, "Mmmm -- yes, you're right, Bobby -- this IS better!" Bobby turned and stuck his tongue out -- which broke the tension and we all laughed. Then Bobby kissed Joey and Joey said, "Mmmm -- yes, you're right, Bobby -- this IS better!" "GET A ROOM!" said a guy in the car that just came through the tree. He got four little birds flying in his direction! Bobby looked at the map. "I think I found a place to eat those sandwiches." Said Bobby. He drove to a spectacular overlook with a panorama of the Pacific Ocean, which was about 900 feet down a steep embankment. We got out and there were others there, enjoying the view. "Excuse me, sir!" Said a guy, stepping out of a large Lexus SUV. "Would you mind taking a picture for us?" The man was a very distinguished looking man -- very attractive -- maybe in his late 50's and a younger guy, with a dark complexion maybe in his thirties, hopped out the other side. "I'm Roger Pender," he said, as if we should recognize who he was, "and this is my son, Majaic." "Psh - yeah, right!" Said Gilbert under his breath. Then to the man, "I'm Gilbert and this is my little brother, Joey!" He paused for effect then said, " - - and this is his boyfriend, Bobby and this is MY boyfriend, Michael!" "Point taken." Said Roger smoothly, and both he and Majaic both smiled and seemed to relax a little. "Would you like to do the honors, sir?" he said as he handed a very small camera to Gilbert. "Sure. Joey! Get my camera!" Joey ran to the old car and got a camera out of the trunk, leaving the trunk open. "Maybe you can do the same for us." Said Gilbert. "Delighted!" Said Roger, as he took the camera. "You first! The four of you stand over there." We lined up and Roger framed the picture and moved us several times to get it right. Then he took several more of the two couples of us, and handed the camera back to Gilbert, who in turn gave it to Joey, who took it to the trunk, as Roger and Majaic stood where Roger had predetermined the picture to go. Gilbert said, "One - " and we heard the trunk slam. "Two - " and then Joey screamed "NO!" We all looked over and Gilberts old car was slowly rolling toward the edge of the drop off. Little Joey was trying to stop it, holding on to the bumper, but it was too heavy and the gravel was too loose, it dragged him toward the edge as well. Gilbert froze for a split second, then dropped the camera and ran. It was evident that he would never make it in time, and Joey was NOT letting that car loose! Suddenly there was a flash of color and Majaic flew across our view and grabbed Joey, just as he was being pulled over the edge. It seemed to be happening in slow motion, and the horror of it may never leave my head! The only thing he could grab was his pants, because both Joeys hands were clenched on the bumper. Joey was shirtless -- we all were -- and when Majaic grabbed his pants, he pulled with all his might and the pants ripped off -- including my briefs which I had given him. But Joey still was clutching that bumper with all that he had. Majaic wrapped his arm around the now naked Joey and jerked him off the car as bumped over the tire stops, it went careening over the edge. The rest of us got there in time to see the car bounce several times on the rocky embankment. I expected any time to see it burst into flames -- like in the movies. (Doesn't that always happen?) It didn't. As we all stood there, mesmerized, the old car came to rest precariously, far below, about half way down. Immediately, Joey, crying, tried to start climbing down -- oblivious that he was naked. Roger and Majaic stood with their mouths open when they saw Joey's appendage dangling around his knees! Gilbert ran to Joey and stopped him. "Joey! What the fuck're you doin'!" "The camera -- gotta get the camera!" He said, then he looked at Gilbert and mistook his concern for anger. "I'm sorry, Gilly -- I'm SORRY!" he wailed. "I didn't mean to do it!" Gilbert picked Joey up like a toddler and held him close. "It's okay, Joey -- it's okay. I knew that the emergency brake was fucked. It's my fault if it's anyone's!" Then he set Joey down and took off his shorts, leaving himself in his boxer shorts. He had to help Joey into them, because Joey still seemed to be in shock. Roger saw that the pants were too large so he took off his own belt -- a fine looking alligator belt and gave it to Gilbert. Joey looked like such a pathetic little boy. Bobby stepped to him and took his hand. Joey closed in on him and hugged him. Joey was probably 5'- 8" tall and skinny, whereas Bobby was 6'-2" tall and also skinny. "I wanted to save the camera!" Said Joey. "Thank God for Magic!" Said Gilbert. "It is Majaic." This was the first time Majaic said anything, and it was a very Middle Eastern accent. "And -- what else was I to do?" he said with a velvety smooth tone. "Well, MAGIC," chuckled Roger, "It seemed more like magic when you seemed to appear out of nowhere to save the boy!" "I was the closest." He said simply. "Well, anyway, I feel responsible. If I had not asked them to take our picture this might never have happened. I will buy you another vehicle." Said Roger. "Aw, it was just a piece-o' shit-car anyway." Said Gilbert. "Still, I shall replace it! And how about the rest of the contents? Isn't there something that you would like replaced inside. "The Camera!" interjected Joey, anxiously. Then, "well -- the pictures -- anyway. I want the pictures." "I'll be right back!" Said Majaic. "Be careful, my sweetheart!" Said Roger, clearly concerned. Majaic picked up Joey's torn shorts and removed the keys from his pocket. He was dressed in what looked like fine linen pants and a very expensive looking shirt. He removed the shirt, revealing a magnificent torso, dark brown and ripped! His shoes also were expensive looking, but he seemed to not even care about them or the pants as he scrambled down the steep embankment like some kind of character out of a James Bond Movie. We all watched spellbound, as he climbed down, passing several items that had flown out the windows. In about ten minutes, he arrived at the car. He tried to use the key and when that didn't work he grabbed the lid and made a loud roar, like King Kong or something. I thought he would rip it off its hinges, but he did manage to pry it open enough to retrieve the camera. He looked up and held it up, grinning. Then he looked back in and pried it open more and got out the backpack. This seemed to be the last straw, because the car rocked down and started sliding and then tumbled down to another place, about 50 feet further down. This was a flat place. Majaic looked down, and then up at us. Gilbert hollered that was enough, but his voice was drowned out by the pounding surf below. Majaic put his hand to his ear and shook his head. Gilbert shook his head and motioned with his arm for Majaic to come back up. Majaic literally came back up -- seemingly -- as easily as he had descended -- and carrying four sleeping bags, the camera, the backpack (which he had strapped most of the other things to, and put it on his back)! "Now -- as you seem to be stranded," said Roger, "it would be our pleasure to assist you to wherever you might need to go. Where would that be?" "Aw -- you don't hafta - " "Ah -- but I insist! Where are you from?" "Williams" "Woodland" Said four of us together.. "If you can get us as far as Williams, I'll take the other two home." Said Bobby. "That should be a bit crowded!" I chuckled. "I'll use Dad's Escalade." "Oh!" Said three of us together. "I'll actually be going past there tomorrow afternoon," said Roger, "or I can charter a bus for you today. If you choose tomorrow, I would be pleased if you would stay with us. I have a cabin in Arcata. What is your name young man?" He said directly to Bobby. He said it so directly ... that Bobby suddenly got scared. "R-robert. Robert Pepper." "Ahah! Said Roger. "I had an idea there weren't too many Escalades in Williams! I KNOW your father!´ He's a business associate of mine." "Wow!" Said Bobby. "Does he know that you are - - ?" "I don't burden clients with that information. It's not their business anyway! Um -- does he know about you?" "I -- uh -- barely know it myself, sir." Said Bobby shyly. "Well then, I guess it's our little secret, eh? So -- what'll it be? Bus or cabin?" "I'm not in any hurry. We were gonna stay tonight anyway," said Bobby. "I -- er -- we -- I mean -- we don't have any clothing." Said Gilbert, still in my boxer shorts. (I had on his old, stained up ones!) "We can remedy that easily enough!" Said Roger. Arcata is a college town. There ought to be plenty of places for young men to buy clothing there. Shall we go?" Majaic stowed our stuff -- except for the camera, which he gave to Joey -- in the back of the SUV. We all jumped in the rear seats. He drove north through Eureka, to the next town, Arcata. There were lots of craning necks as we drove into a candy store of eye candy! He found us a menswear store and we went in. He bought us all a set of clothing and also bathing suits -- to swim in at his "cabin". The "cabin" turned out to be an ultra-modern house with all glass overlooking the Pacific, with torturous waves crashing onto jagged rocks. It was warm enough to have the windows open and the salt air felt good on my face. As soon as we stepped in, a middle aged Mexican woman greeted us. "Jew hab brought mas amigos weeth you!" she said cheerfully. "How many quartos weel jew need?" "I think ... the two upstairs, facing the ocean will be good?" He looked at the four of us. We all grinned and accepted his suggestion. Both of our "quartos" open to a common veranda, where we could view the same breathtaking view that the living room downstairs has. The veranda had stairs descending to a swimming pool and hot tub to the side of the house. As soon as we had played and made fools of ourselves in the pool and hot tub -- which seemed to be a source of much amusement for the older man ... then a chance to clean up and join Roger and Majaic downstairs, Roger said, "We took the liberty of ordering some pizza for you boys. I hope that's okay. Majaic says all boys love pizza!" The pizza came and there were seven different kinds! And he had soft drinks and beer, letting us decide what we were qualified to drink. I chose root beer. Of course the 15 and 17-year-olds grabbed Millers! When both went for their third beer, Gilbert stopped Joey. "You've had more than enough, Joe-Joe!" Bobby wasn't so easily dissuaded. 15 minutes later I saw Joey sucking down another Millers. I shot a worried look at Gilbert. He nodded, then made his way to me. "I'm watching him -- well, both of them." He said quietly. "They may get a good lesson in overdoing it, but otherwise, I think they'll be okay." Gilbert and I pretty much repeated last night's events, but we had to be quieter about it in the house. The only difference is that he let me get him off as soon as we hit the bed -- because I insisted. Then he gave me the same gift as last night. When we were all finished and both dreamily drifting off, Joey appeared on Gilbert's side of the bed. "Gilly -- I'm sick." "Of course you are, Joseph. I told you when to stop. Hopefully you and Bobby had some fun first." Said Gilbert sweetly. "No. He wanted to try, and I didn't want to tell him no, but he couldn't do it." "Couldn't do what?" "He couldn't get hard enough to do anything." "How about you?" "You know I can't get that hard anyway -- but -- shit! That's the last time I ever drink that much." "Did you see me or Michael drinking like that?" "No." "I hope you really have learned something. You really wanted to make some hot stuff with Bobby, didn't you?" "I really like him! Ugh! Gilly -- I'm sick!" "Maybe you can throw up in the toilet -- that'll make you feel better." "I tried that. I can't" "Mr. Pender may have some Alka-Seltzer but -- I'm not gonna wake him now. Maybe in the morning huh. Kiddo?" "Mmm -- I guess." He padded slowly back to his own room. I heard Gilbert's breathing get shallower and shorter -- and when he turned over and was snoring softly, I was ... wide awake! My mind was awhirl with the events of the weekend. I thought about how much love I observed between Gilbert and Joey. I thought about how Joey and Bobby seemed so pleased with their new found friendship. I thought about Northwestern and if I really wanted to leave Gilbert behind. I felt so much love for him. But then I remembered how he told me that I'd feel differently this morning -- after last night. He was right about that. My mind was so active, that finally I slipped out of bed and out to the veranda. "Oh! It's you!" Said Bobby. "Couldn't sleep." "Me neither." He said. "Fucked up!" He said, when I didn't say any more, he continued, "Mikey, I just don't know what to think about Joey. I feel bad about tonight. He drank too much, but it was my fault. I should have stopped when his brother told us to. Well, he told Joey, but I knew he was talking to me too." "Yeah, I saw you." "Mikey -- did you know that booze fucks with your wood?" I didn't, but I had of course already heard this from Joey, earlier. "Oh yeah?" "Neither of us could get hard. Joey tried to suck me off anyway -- but he just got sicker doing that. "Bummer." "Mikey -- what do you think about Gilbert?" "In what way?" "Well -- I really like Joey -- I mean he's my first -- um -- you know. I feel badly about fucking him up - " "Bobby, can I ask you to -- um -- well -- stop using that language?" "Sorry. Anyway, I feel bad about fu -- er -- making him sick. And I do like him a lot! But -- I -- I -- just don't know. We're so different in other ways. I don't exactly see us -- um -- together -- you know?" "He's 16 -- almost -- and Bob-Bob, you're only 17. I think both of you -- well, all of us -- will have a lot more boyfriends -- before -- before -- we need to worry about this." "So you feel the same? It seemed to me that you and Gilbert -- well like you guys have really become close -- haven't you?" "Yah know -- that's what has been keeping me awake tonight. Last night what he did for me -- put me to sleep. Tonight the same things -- kept me awake. But I think you have helped put it into perspective for me, Bobby." "I wish I could get it!" "I just think that we both -- you and Joey, and me and Gilbert -- needed each other this summer -- or something. We needed someone to -- to -- I dunno -- feel good about, maybe? But in reality, as you said, we ARE so different in so many ways. I gotta be honest with you, Bobby. I was feeling really guilty about -- well -- loving Gilbert -- then leaving him!" k "EXACTLY!" Said Bobby. "I don't want to hurt Joey. He's such a sweet kid. I mean, he's done so much -- with so many guys -- probably lots of them have taken advantage of him -- I don't want to be just another fu -- I mean -- I -- DAMMIT! I just can't say it any other way, Mikey! Another fucking ass hole to use him! Problem is -- I feel like I have been already. How can I let him know that?" "Yeah -- that's it. At least Gilbert expects me to do it to him ... and he keeps reminding me. But I still feel like a rat." "I know. Well, one way or the other, I gotta tell him before we drop them off tomorrow." "Yeah. Gilbert and I have already talked, and HE understands what's going on. I was the one who was stressing over it. I guess we better get back to bed." I started back into my room. "Yeah." He said not sounding convinced, then, "Mikey?" "Huh?" I turned. "Um -- uh -- damn! Well, I just wish that you were -- um -- not graduated! I really like you -- a lot! And I think we coulda been more -- um -- made for each other -- or something." "Uh-huh." I said. He came and kissed me and as usual ... I kissed his back -- well, maybe more than just "back". Notes: Being a teenager has to be one of the hardest parts of life. Sometimes being gay is like being a perpetual teen, I think! Comments are welcome to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com. Thanks and ... Love, Steve