This
story
concerns adult and teenage gay
males who may be involved in sexual situations. If it is illegal for
you to
read such stories, or if you do not like to read such stories, please
leave
now.
This
story is
copyright 2006 by the author who retains all rights.
This
is a work
of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents
either are the product of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is
entirely coincidental.
This is my
third submission to Nifty. My
previous submissions can be found in the High School section under
Kiel’s Story. Any comments or questions are
welcome at: carl_holiday@att.net.
A warm
thank you goes out to all who
write. I appreciate knowing someone is actually reading this stuff,
whether you
like it or not. I try to answer all emails, even flames. (I’m a writer,
I live
for rejection.) Although sometimes it takes a little time to get back
to
you, I do
try to answer. If I'm remiss in replying to yours, I apologize.
The Pastel Cowboy
by Carl Holiday
Chapter
14 – Fuck Me, Part 2
He was falling.
There was no
dream. No image of the world dropping away, only a sense of falling,
falling,
falling. It seemed to go on forever. Warm lips pressed against his. He
opened
his mouth and accepted the probing tongue. There was a scream off in
the
distance; so far away he couldn’t be certain it was human or something
else. He
tried not thinking about it.
Zach opened his
eyes to a
darkened room. He felt a presence next to him and turned to see Bruce
smiling.
“Twice in the same
day,” Bruce
said, “must be some kind of record.”
Zach smiled and
shut his
eyes. He had no reference to time other than Bruce was off work. He was
hungry,
very hungry. He couldn’t remember if he’d finished breakfast. He must
have,
they took him to see Doctor Cunningham. Was this how you went crazy?
Or, was he
already saddled and off on a journey to oblivion with a bed sheet
suffocatingly
tight around his neck? He didn’t want this, hadn’t asked for it, and
couldn’t
figure out how to get rid of it. Maybe he should go into the hospital
and be
drugged senseless for an eternity and come out a new man ready to
wander the
streets of Seattle in filthy clothes searching for, for who? Who would
he
search for?
Zach opened his
eyes and
turned to Bruce, but no one was there. It had happened, again; or, was
it only
a dream.
He sat up and
looked at the
clock beside the bed. Eight-ten. Morning? Night? He didn’t know. His
drapes
were drawn, but it was summer so there would be a little light coming
in around
the edges. Was this a dream, too?
Falling. He was
falling,
again.
Zach felt warm lips
lightly
touch his. He opened his eyes and saw Bruce’s face close to his.
“Uh, huh! No
peeking,” Bruce
said. “You’re not supposed to open your eyes when you kiss. It’s a
rule.”
“Are you a dream,
too?” Zach
asked.
“No, I’m the real
thing. You
weren’t quite awake so I went back to the living room to watch porn
with Paul.”
“You didn’t either.”
“At least I went to
the
living room. David is gone somewhere and Paul is willing to take us to
dinner,
no I guess it’s going to be a late night snack the way you’re getting
up.”
“What time is it?”
Zach
asked. Except for the endless sense his was falling, he wanted to go
back to
sleep. He stared out past Bruce and felt his mind empty, as if it
stopped accepting
input.
“Past nine o’clock, so get up and put some clothes on,” Bruce
said.
“You’re practically naked.”
“If you took off
your
clothes, you’d be naked.”
“Yes, but that
won’t get us
any food.”
“I have something
you can eat,”
Zach said as he pulled out his half hard cock. He looked at it, but
couldn’t
will it into an erection.
“There’s not enough
nourishment in that thing to feed me,” Bruce said as he got off the
bed. “Come
on, put some clothes on. We haven’t got all night.”
“What’s your hurry?”
“I want to get some
food in
me so we can come back here and, well, you know.”
“I know what?”
“You know, um, get
naked and,
uh, you know.”
“Fuck me?”
“I don’t know about
that, but
you know there’s something I’m supposed to do and, well, I don’t want
to fall
asleep doing it.”
“Oh, you’re not
going to fall
asleep. I can assure you of that.”
“Are you going to
put some
clothes on?”
“What should I
wear?” Zach
asked. The question was so innocent. It slipped right of his tongue
without a
thought to back it up.
“I don’t know. Put
something,
anything, on so we can go get some food. I’m practically starving.”
Zach felt it up on
his arm
crawling down toward his left hand. He couldn’t decide what to wear.
God, he
had to make a decision, a simple decision and not doing so was going to
set off
another episode. The last thing he wanted at the moment was that
hopeless,
empty feeling when his mind became so confused, so unable to do
anything other
than shut down. He had to stop it.
“Bruce, um, could
you do me
favor and select some pants and a shirt for me,” Zach said in slow,
measured
monotone, even though speaking seemed to worsen his situation. “I seem
to have
a problem making decisions right now.”
Bruce looked at
Zach and
growing sense of awareness washed over his face.
“Oh, sure, no
problem, how
about what you wore earlier?” Bruce said as he walked over to the valet
and
picked up a pair of blue jeans and a Kenny Chesney t-shirt. “I don’t
think
we’ll get into anything fancy this late.”
“No, I want a
shirt, just in
case Paul knows of a good fish place,” Zach said as he watched his left
hand as
if daring it to twitch. “Do you like seafood?”
“Yes, I like
seafood. Do you
like sushi?”
“What’s that?” Was
a simple
question okay? He didn’t know.
“Oh, that’s right,
you’re
from Nowhere, Oklahoma,” Bruce said as he walked over to the closet
and
began rifling through Zach’s clothes. “I keep forgetting you’re a
stupid farmer
who hasn’t been across the street for years.”
“Hey, are you
trying to pick
a fight because I’m incapacitated?”
“If you can say
words with
that many syllables, you ain’t incapacitated.”
“Don’t say ain’t.
If you’re
gonna talk like a farmer, the proper word is airn’t.”
“Airn’t?”
“Yeah.”
“Is this shirt
okay?”
“Uh, well, I,
well,” Zach
stammered as he stared at his left hand. He thought he saw a quiver and
shut
his eyes. “One, two, three, four …”
“Oh, sorry, let’s
see what my
lover boy should wear,” Bruce said. “I suppose since I’m going to have
to make
all your decisions from now on, I can start changing your wardrobe to
something
a little queerer. You’ve got too many straight clothes. All these
t-shirts,
they’re all country western. We’ll have to get rid of those first. And,
um,
where is it, where does my bottom boy put it? Where is it?”
“You’re not Cagney
and this
isn’t a remake of Mister Roberts,” Zach said when he opened his
eyes. He
couldn’t help smiling at Bruce who was rummaging through the dresser.
“What are
you looking for?”
“Eye shadow, if you
want me
to fuck you, you’re going to have to where at least eye shadow,” Bruce
said.
“Oh, no, you’re not
turning
me into one of you.”
“Already have, I
put the pod
in the closet. Here, put this shirt on and, I think, you’ll look good
in black
jeans.”
“No! Not black.
Conan wears
black,” Zach said. He practically slammed his eyes shut and started
counting
again. He felt Bruce embrace him and after a brief moment when every
muscle
went taut, he succumbed to the offered comfort.
“Sorry, I’ll get
rid of the
black jeans. You only have a couple pair anyway. Just stand still and
I’ll
dress you. Come on, relax. I wonder if we should change our underwear,
too?
Ooh, what’s this? Don’t open your eyes. Whatever you do don’t open your
eyes.”
Zach felt fingers
softly
exploring his cock and balls. He thought of Jeremy and heard Bruce gasp
slightly. He was almost fully erect and, in his mind, saw Jeremy put
his soft,
moist lips over the blood engorged head. The tongue went around and
down then
back around and up.
He and Jeremy were
on a beach
somewhere. Waves were thundering on the shore behind him. They kissed
and began
to undress each other. He looked at his lover’s young body as it slowly
knelt
before him. He reached out and felt the soft hair as Jeremy’s mouth
drew him
inside. A hand was on his balls and he felt a finger begin to trace
along that
faint seam of skin leading back to where Jeremy’s tongue would soon
follow.
The other hand was
vigorously
stroking him as the warm, wet mouth drew him further back toward the
opening
of, of, of, of, Bruce’s throat. He was in his bedroom and Bruce was
sucking his
cock. He tried to think of Jeremy to get back that image of the beach,
but a
fingertip was entering him and his balls were tightening. His entire
groin was
on fire.
This definitely
wasn’t Jeremy
and he definitely wasn’t going to hold back. He felt the twist of the
rubber
band holding Bruce’s ponytail and pulled up the nearly two feet of hair
hanging
from it. He bunched it up and ran his fingers through the hairs and saw
Amy
sucking his cock. His eyes flashed open as his orgasm exploded out of
his
balls. Then, as Bruce tried to swallow the flood, Zach shut his eyes
and stared
at Amy’s breasts.
He’d only seen them
twice and
each time marveled at the excitement they created in his dick. They
kissed
while his fingers carefully explored each one and she giggled slightly
when he
brushed the nipples with his work worn hands. Meanwhile, one of her
hands was
stroking him and when he felt the orgasm begin to overtake his senses
he softly
pinched one of the nipples. Come erupted out of his cock and splattered
on her
bare tummy. Her tongue was down his throat and he felt her shudder as
she, too,
came at that moment.
Zach opened his
eyes and he
was fully clothed, including socks and shoes. Bruce was standing very
close
watching him. Could it be possible he wasn’t’ gay? But he enjoyed
having a dick
up his ass and come spewing down his throat. You couldn’t get more gay
than
that. Could you do that and not be gay? He felt Bruce’s lips on his and
he
accepted the kiss.
Or, had that memory
just been
another manifestation of the insanity that was trying very hard to
overwhelm
him? He loved her. That much he knew. And, then, he came back from the
river
trip and was branded as a homosexual. She wouldn’t even speak to him,
even once
when he got her alone late one afternoon in the high school parking
lot. He
tried to state his case, plead his innocence, but she shut her eyes and
turned
away from him. He saw a tear dribble out of her eye and he never tried
to talk
to her again.
“Are you okay
enough to go to
dinner?” Bruce asked.
“Yeah, I’m okay
now, thanks,”
Zach said. He ran a palm over Bruce’s ass and imagined sinking his face
between
those luscious mounds of flesh. “How was it?”
“Not as bad as I
thought. I
might to it again, later.”
“After you fuck me?”
“Before, to get you
in the
mood.”
“Sounds sexy.”
“You two certainly
took your own
sweet time,” Paul said as Zach and Bruce walked into the living room.
“At the
rate you’re going, it’ll time for breakfast by the time we get out of
here.
How’re you doin’, kiddo?”
“Okay,” Zach said
flatly.
“I think he should
stay
home,” Bruce said, “but I’m hungry so I guess we’d better take him.
He’s old
enough to leave in the car.”
“Hey, are you
trying to pick
a fight?” Zach asked.
“No, just trying to
get you
to smile.”
“What’re we
eating?” Paul
asked.
“Seafood,” Zach
said.
“Oh, right, at
nearly ten o’clock Saturday night we’re going out for seafood,”
Paul
said.
Zach gave him the
look of a
spoiled child who had to have his lolly no matter what time it was.
When that
didn’t seem to get a response, he changed it to a pout. Paul simply
stared back
at him.
“Come on, Paul,
let’s go eat
some fish,” Zach said. “Please?”
“Okay, if you’re
going to be
nice about it,” Paul said.
“He is rather nice,
but fucks
like a rabbit,” Zach said.
Paul glared at him.
“It felt more like
a cocker
spaniel to me,” Bruce said.
“What were you
doing while I
was asleep?” Zach asked.
“Fucking,” Paul
said. He
shouldered Bruce who went red from embarrassment.
“Okay, I’ll smile,”
Zach
said, but it didn’t last for more than a few seconds.
“He’s not doing too
well,”
Bruce said as they entered the elevator car. “He zones out like he’s
doing
right now.”
“His shrink said he
should be
admitted to a hospital,” Paul said. He put and arm across Zach’s
shoulders.
Zach accepted the gesture and leaned into the older man’s body.
“He just can’t make
a
decision,” Bruce said. “I had to dress him.”
“And suck my cock,”
Zach
said.
“God, Zach, you
don’t have
any decency,” Bruce said.
“Just trying to
make you
smile,” Zach said.
The words seemed to
fade away
after that and they stood in silence until the elevator arrived at the
fourth
subbasement where David and Paul parked their cars. When they got to
Paul’s beamer,
Zach and Bruce climbed into the back seat.
“I take it I’m the
chauffeur,” Paul said.
“Yes, Paul, we’d
like
seafood,” Zach said. “And, not fast food, either. I want a hunk of fish
that
looks like it came from a fish.”
“Right, know the
perfect
place, and they’re open late, too.”
Zach sat beside
Bruce and
laid his head over onto his friend’s shoulder. He knew he should’ve
stayed
home, maybe even taken one of the pills. He didn’t know what was going
on, but
was getting tired of being tired and having to watch out for the odd
twitch
that might be an indication another episode was building up in some
dark corner
of his mind.
He felt Bruce’s
hand on his
thigh, but didn’t feel like doing anything about it or trying to
reciprocate.
He just wanted all of this to be over so he could get back to his
normal life,
whatever that was; and, somewhat unexpectedly, he realized he wanted
the boy
beside him to be Jeremy. Bruce was nice and probably would be great
later that
night when Zach was finally able to get him to put his dick where it
was supposed
to go, but he wanted Jeremy. Not necessarily Jeremy fucking him, just
Jeremy’s
warm body next to his.
Those last few days
at the
beach had been so wonderful. They’d slept in the nude, but Jeremy had
been good
to his word. No sex meant no sex. They’d wake up with morning wood, but
neither
of them did any serious touching that might lead to an orgasm. In the
shower,
though, when Jeremy helped Zach wash he was unable to stop his body
from
responding to the firm pressure of hand and fingers. They’d kiss after
Zach
came. Then Jeremy would stare at him with that nice cock of his
standing erect.
Using shower gel as lubrication, Zach slowly washed the length of that
cock
until Jeremy couldn’t stand it and pressed his wet body against Zach’s.
There were no
apologies
necessary. They were simply helping each other with a daily orgasm and
being
together had little to do with Jeremy’s promise to not have sex because
sex
meant putting it in someplace. They were simply jerking each other off;
well,
that is Jeremy was jerking Zach, but Jeremy needed to be pressed
against Zach’s
body, his erect cock rubbing on the other’s skin until relief was
achieved.
He felt a tear
dribble down
his cheek. Was it because he was happy to be with Bruce? Or, was it
because he
missed Jeremy so much? He sighed and felt the car stop. The engine was
turned
off and he opened his eyes. When he sat up Bruce leaned over and
lightly kissed
his lips.
“Enjoy your nap?”
Bruce
asked.
“Sorry to be such a
party
pooper,” Zach said.
“It’s okay, as long
as you
remember to be at the party later tonight.”
“When you fuck me?”
“We’ll see about
that.”
“I thought you two
were
hungry,” Paul said, interrupting. “You know, you two do look sweet
sitting together
in the backseat of my car. Come on, guys, let’s go stuff our tummies.”
“I’m eating light,”
Zach
whispered. “I don’t want anything to interfere with that beautiful cock
of yours
when you shove it up inside me.”
“Will you stop!”
Bruce
exclaimed. “I told you I’ll consider doing that, but what happens next?”
“What do you mean
next?” Zach
asked.
“Afterwards, when
you want to
do me?”
“I don’t want to do
you. Do
you want me to do you?”
“No, I don’t think
so.”
“So, I won’t. There
that’s
settled. Now you can do me with a clear conscious and no fear in your
heart
that what you don’t want might happen because it won’t if you don’t
want it.”
“Are you two
coming?” Paul
said from the restaurant’s door.
“No, we’ll do that
later,”
Zach said.
“You’re horrible,”
Bruce
said. “That’s all you think about, isn’t it?”
“Pretty much.”
The boys went
straight to
Zach’s bedroom when they came back to the condo. Neither had stuffed
himself,
so they both knew what was on tap for the rest of the night, or at
least until
one or the other fell asleep. Zach went over to the window and pulled
back the
drapes allowing the cold dark night sparkling with city lights flood
into the
room. Lake Union was black smear circled with glowing orange
orbs of
street and security lighting. Most of the apartment and condo windows
spread
across Lower Queen Anne were dark, the residents snuggled up against
lovers or
alone in childhood, youth, or unhappy adulthood. He thought of them and
their
living situations and how his own seemed so incredible considering a
year ago
he was alone in his own bedroom branded as an abomination by scared
Christians
who could not envision one of their own doing unspeakable acts only
vaguely
mentioned in their book of godly rules.
Arms enveloped him
as Bruce
stood close behind pressing his clothing encased erection against
Zach’s own
cloth covered ass. Taut, muscled hands softly massaged his abdomen
moving
slowly up to his chest where strong fingers sought already erect
nubbins of
tender, excitable flesh. A hot breath whispered behind his ear while
warm,
moist lips kissed the sun darkened bare flesh of his neck.
“Close the drapes,”
Bruce
whispered. “I don’t want an audience.”
“Everyone’s gone to
bed,
which is where we should be.”
“Close the drapes,”
Bruce
whispered. He moved his hands over the front of Zach’s body then
slipped them under
his arms with fingers digging into unsuspecting ribs.
“You fucker!” Zach
exclaimed
as he tried to squirm away from the assault, but Bruce held on pulling
his
friend back away from the window.
Zach was helpless,
unable to
move as excruciating agony enveloped him. He was barely aware of Bruce
pulling
him, practically carrying him back toward the bed. His feet moved, but
he
wasn’t controlling their actions. They stopped and he was quickly spun
around
to face his tormentor.
Their lips met; or,
rather
Bruce pressed his against Zach’s and forced his tongue into the boy’s
mouth far
back to the throat. He kept Zach in his grip as he practically raped
the other
mouth with his tongue until Zach couldn’t take anymore. He was more
than a little
astonished at the vigor of Bruce and began to suspect he was in for
something a
lot more physical than a tender love session with someone who’d never
done
anything with another boy.
What surprised Zach
the most,
though, was his own response to the attack. His cock felt like it had
shrunken
as if splashed with cold water. His mind reeled in a attempt to find
something,
anything erotic with what Bruce was doing to him. The tongue
overpowered his
own pushing it away as it sought a clear path down his throat. The
hands
continued to tightly grip him. His knees felt weak, unable to support
his body.
Yet, the assault continued and he didn’t know what to do.
He felt his clothes
being
removed from his body and opened his eyes enough to see Bruce’s own
clothes dropping
away from them. It was almost as if someone else, some other entity was
undressing them. More and more bare skin rubbed against other bare
skin, yet
Zach’s response was negligible. His cock was a miniscule lump of flesh
frightened into submission. He felt a tear dribble down his cheek. He
was
losing. He’d lost. There was nothing to do except surrender and hope
the victor
might have a little decency left in him and allow Zach to die honorably.
“I told you to
close the
drapes,” Bruce said after he suddenly stopped forcing himself on Zach.
“What the hell was
that?”
Zach asked as he sat back onto the bed. He stared at Bruce’s sweat
slick body
glistening in the orange city light filling the room.
“Very well, I guess
you
haven’t learned your lesson yet,” Bruce said as he practically jumped
onto Zach
forcing his friend on his back. He held Zach’s arms against the bed
cover and
bent down to kiss him.
Zach turned his
head and
struggled against the renewed assault. A brief moment when Bruce
attempted
adjust his position over him was all Zach needed to throw Bruce over
and he
found himself straddling the stronger boy. He felt the erection pressed
against
his damp pucker. With one hand on the chest below him forcing it into
the bed,
he spat into the other and spread the wetness on the cock under him.
Zach closed his
eyes and
concentrating on relaxing only one set of muscles, he lowered himself
down over
Bruce’s need until he felt the pressure under his navel. He pulled up
slightly
then fell back. Up again, then down. Up, down, up, down, Zach tightened
his
muscles against the pleasure pole.
He looked down at
an
astonished face. He was getting his fuck whether Bruce wanted to give
him one,
or not. His own cock was pleasurably boning up as the sensations he
sought
tingled out of his ass. He was going to need a little stimulation so he
took
one of Bruce’s hands and placed it where it could be of use.
After a few minutes
of
vigorously bouncing on that rock hard erotic tool, Zach began to notice
the a
little additional thrusts coming as he bottomed out as if Bruce needed
a bit
more excitability, a bit more depth. His own cock was nearing the point
of no
return, there was no going back now, they were beyond stopping. Bruce’s
grip
tightened on him as his own ass muscles bore down on the stiff pole of
boy
flesh throbbing deep inside.
“Unnhh!” Bruce
moaned as he
thrust up and was rewarded with a splatter of Zach’s cum on his upper
lip and
into his nose. He thrust again and another splatter hit his lips. He
ran his
tongue over the slick offering and tried to force himself deeper into
Zach. He
felt another splatter of cum hit his chest.
Zach felt the cock
inside him
begin to soften and he pulled himself off. He lay down beside Bruce and
wondered what had just happened. He knew he wasn’t experienced enough
to know
if what they’d done was something to be expected in the future with
others,
but, also, suspected he wanted to do this, again, if this is what Bruce
needed
to get off.
Bruce’s face turned
to look
at him. Zach leaned over and began to lick his cum off Bruce’s face.
Their lips
met sensuously in post-orgasmic bliss. Tongues playfully teased each
other.
Hands began to softly massage tense muscles and hardened nipples.
“What was that?”
Zach asked.
“What?”
“What you were
doing in the
beginning. You know, forcing yourself on me.”
“Was I too
forceful?”
“Yeah, kind of.”
“Sorry, I guess I
got carried
away. You felt so good to me. I know my cock feels better.”
“How about a
shower?”
“Together?”
“There’s room for
an army.”
“I don’t need an
army.”
“No, you don’t,
you’re an
army all by yourself. Do you have muscles I can’t see?”
“I told you I work
out. You
should, too. Once you get rid of that cast.”
“Do you feel
sleepy?”
“I’m sweaty. I’m
going to
take that shower. You can come with me or stay here and stink.”
“I like coming with
you.”
“Me, too.”
When the boys came
out of the
shower—it was a shower, mostly, they kissed a bit and washed each
other, but
with one of Zach’s arms in a cast his contribution to the washing
effort was
somewhat less than Bruce wanted—they saw Paul sitting on the sofa. Zach
immediately expected the worse.
“You boys should
use some air
freshener in here,” Paul said as he slowly stood up. “Did you at least
use
condoms?”
“We didn’t have
time,” Zach
said. “Besides, Bruce was a virgin.”
“But, you’re not,”
Paul said.
“Are you completely positive you haven’t picked up anything in all your
wanderings?”
“I can count the
number of
guys I’ve done it with on one hand,” Zach said. “Can you?”
“My sex life is
none of your
business,” Paul said.
“So, why is mine
your
business?” Zach asked.
“Because, my dear
Zachary,
you’re not eighteen yet, and if you were to contract something that
required a
doctor’s intervention, we’d all be up shit creek without a canoe.”
“Yeah, you keep
forgetting
you’re just a kid,” Bruce said.
Zach and Paul
looked at him
as if he interrupted their fight.
“Hey, I’m the other
party
here,” Bruce said. “If you’re going to talk about Zach’s sex life, at
least
from now on, you’d better clue me in on a few of the details. Okay?”
“Sure, Bruce, we’ll
do that,”
Zach said. “So, Paul, what’s wrong?”
“I need to talk to
Bruce,”
Paul said. “It’s private, okay? Do you want to put some clothes on?”
“No, I’m
comfortable being
nude,” Bruce said. “Does it make you uncomfortable seeing me naked?”
“Yeah, kind of gets
things
stirring, if you know what I mean.”
Bruce picked up his
boxers
and slipped them on before following Paul out of the room. Zach went
over and
sat on the bed. He was tired and wanted to go to sleep soon, but his
dick
seemed to want a little more action. It wasn’t completely hard, but if
Bruce
touched in the right way, Zach knew it wouldn’t take him long to come.
He lay back across
the bed
and turned his head to stare out the open drapes. There was a light on
and if
anybody had been looking in with binoculars or a telescope from Queen
Anne
Hill, they would’ve seen more than he wanted to show off. He got up to
close
them and was standing at the cord when Bruce walked into the room with
a glass
full of water, which he set down on the nightstand next to Zach’s new
prescription.
Zach knew right
then
something was up. Bruce was going to tell him something he didn’t want
to hear
and he probably was going to into a fit when Bruce told anyway. He
closed the
drapes and walked back to the bed. Bruce was standing comfortably, not
betraying the bad news he carried. Zach started fiddling with the
elastic on
Bruce’s boxers.
“Do you want me to
take them
off?” Bruce asked.
“You said you were
comfortable
being naked.”
“Nude, I said I was
comfortable being nude,” Bruce said as he pushed his boxers to the
floor then
flipped them up in the air with one foot and caught them with one hand.
He held
them for a moment then tossed them onto his pile of discarded clothes.
“What’s the
difference?
Naked, nude, you don’t have any clothes on, either way.”
“You have sex when
you’re
naked. You sleep in the nude, walk around the apartment in the nude,
and, if
you’re very brave and a lot more sociable that me, you go nude at a
clothing
optional beach.”
“Do you know any
clothing
optional beaches?” Zach asked as he felt his dick get a little excited
about
the idea of going sunbathing au naturel.
“I think there’s
one down in Oregon.”
“We could go and
check out
the guys.”
“I think there are
girls
there, too. It’s public.”
“Oh, yeah,
heterosexual. The
guys would all be interested in girls. I guess we’ll have to be nude
here. So,
what did Paul have to say?”
“Sit down.”
“Paul said sit
down?”
“Come on, Zach,
you’re going
to have to take a pill and I don’t want to have to pick you up off the
floor,
even though I can.”
“That sounds sexy,”
Zach
said. “You could hold me like a baby. Paul can.”
“You never stop
thinking of
sex, do you?”
“No.”
Zach sat down and
waited for
the worse. He looked at his left hand expecting it to be quivering, but
it was
lying quietly on his thigh. Bruce sat down beside him and put an arm
across his
shoulders.
This is going to be
big, Zach
thought. Something’s happened to someone he knew and he wasn’t certain
he
wanted to hear the bad news, but he didn’t have much choice.
“First of all, your
Uncle
David is okay,” Bruce said.
“Oh, god, no, not
him, too,”
Zach whimpered. His mind reeled with images of his uncle being thrown
through
the windshield of his car, flying through the air after being hit in a
crosswalk by a speeding car, or something bloodier, messier,
mind-numbingly
gross.
“No, Zach, don’t do
this. I
said he’s okay. The police got to him before he jumped. He’s okay. He’s
in
County for observation.”
“Oh, no, not that,
no,” Zach
stammered. His mind focused on the falling body and he knew what was
happening
earlier in the evening. He’d been falling with Uncle David. “Oh, god,
Bruce,
look at my hand. Is it moving? Is it?”
“Zach, calm down,
right now,”
Bruce said. He reached across Zach, whose body was beginning to quiver
all
over, and picked up the pill bottle. He knocked one into his hand.
Zach watched all of
this as
he felt himself falling away from the present. He was shaking now. He
could
feel all his muscles quivering. He opened his mouth so Bruce could put
a pill
in. Then he sat there with his mouth open and the pill resting on his
tongue
while Bruce got the water.
After he swallowed
his
medicine, Zach mostly watched Bruce pull down the covers on the other
side of
the bed. It was too far. He’d pass out before he got there. Bruce would
have to
pick him up off the floor.
Then Bruce came
back and
helped Zach to his feet. With one hand holding Zach, Bruce pulled back
the
sheet and blanket on Zach’s side. Zach wanted to say something, “good
night,”
maybe, but the quivering was uncontrollable. He sat back down with
Bruce’s help.
He sat for a moment as his mind began to empty itself of all thought
and
consciousness. When he couldn’t hold back any longer he fell over and
curled up
into a fetal position. Tears filled his eyes. He was falling, falling.
As
awareness slowly faded away, Zach felt the sheet and blanket being
pulled over
him and a warm body snuggled up against him. He reached out and pulled
Bruce
close to him, hugging him as if he was a giant teddy bear. In a final
act of
awareness, Zach let go of the railing and fell back into oblivion.
____________
Author’s Note:
Well, there
you go, Zach got his fuck, but it wasn’t quite what he expected, nor do
I think
quite what he wanted. Personally, I think he would’ve preferred being
on his
back looking up into Bruce’s eyes. We’re getting close to the end, now,
probably no more than five chapters to go.