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The Pastel Cowboy
by Carl Holiday
Chapter
16 – What am I?
Doctor Jeffers was
sitting on
the desk when Zach and Sara walked into Room 321, Napoleon Hall. He
smiled, but
his eyes were filled with evil. A new term, new freshmen, new blood to
be let
and Doctor Jeffers held the scalpel. Most of their classmates from
summer term
were spread out through the room, trying to avoid the good Doctor’s
attention.
It was hopeless to hide, though. The Doctor had a dagger and was fully
capable
of throwing it straight into your heart, wherever you sat.
There were about
thirty-five
students, but a few of them were going to die today, a few more
tomorrow, and
by next Monday Doctor Jeffers would have his class whittled down to a
manageable size. Zach wondered which of them didn’t have the guts to
stick it
out, to throw the shit back at the Doctor, or to know this was only a
class,
one of many they were going to take before being handed their
baccalaureate and
an application to graduate school.
“This looks out of
the way,”
Zach said when the reached two empty seats in the corner by the back
door.
Sara smiled. She
was, he
assumed, at that time of the month when girls were unsteady. She’d
spoken
little in the car. She made him sit in the backseat and call Jeremy,
who was
happy to hear from his boyfriend and mad they wouldn’t be together for
another
three weeks.
They sat down and
everyone
watched the clock, except for a few who were looking everywhere except
at the
clock. Doctor Jeffers wasn’t in a hurry to skewer his first victim, who
turned
out to be a girl in grey slacks, a puffy white blouse, and half her
crew cut
was green and the other orange. A row of shiny gold rings took the
place of one
eyebrow. A large gold ring hung from her nose.
“My class starts
exactly at eight o’clock,” Doctor Jeffers said as she walked by.
“Whatever,” she
said.
“You might as well
transfer
out now,” he said, “because from this point forward you have a failing
grade
and will continue to have a failing grade until you prove to me you are
worthy
to show up late every day.”
She turned and
stared at him.
After a moment, she left.
“Sara? Will the
late comer
come back?” Doctor Jeffers asked.
“I don’t think so
Doctor
Jeffers.”
“No, anyone else
feel like
leaving while you have the chance?” Doctor Jeffers asked as he looked
about the
room, his eyes paused at each fresh face and, finally, bore into Zach.
“Have a good
summer?”
“Yes, sir, it was
memorable,”
Zach said.
“Yes, one that you
won’t
forget for a long time,” Doctor Jeffers said. He lowered his feet to
the floor
and walked to the blackboard where he wrote a big 1 and below that he
put a big
2. Beside the 1 he wrote 25 and beside the 2 he wrote 50. Below the 50
he wrote
25. On the other side of the blackboard he wrote a great big zero.
“Can anyone guess?”
He asked
when he turned back to the class. “I’m not asking you repeats, I want
the
newbies to stick their necks out. Oh, yes, some of you are new, as this
is
officially English Comp 101, but a few, quite a few, actually, are in
English
Comp 102. Both classes are required for graduation no matter what your
major
will eventually turn out to be, we even get a one or two kinesiology
majors
some years. So any of the newbies want to take a risk on failing this
class?”
Everyone stared at
the good
Doctor, the newbies wondered what the hell they’d gotten themselves
into and
the repeats quietly laughed to themselves, thankful they weren’t in the
headlights.
“Times up,” Doctor
Jeffers
said. “You will do one paper every week. Twenty-five percent of your
grade is
based on those papers. You will do two term papers for fifty percent of
your
grade, one due mid-term and the other will be your final. The other
twenty-five
percent is based on classroom participation. Since you are all high
achievers
from the top of your high school classes, anything below eighty percent
is
failing. So, that means? Zach?”
“Keep your mouth
shut in class
and you’ll end up with a great big zero.”
“Very good my boy.
Oh, by the
way, everyone, I like Zach. We almost had sex, but his standards are
much
higher than mine.”
Eyes bore into
Zach, but he
knew the truth and laughed to himself. The good Doctor was on a roll,
someone
was being prepped for slaughter. Would it be a clean slit of the throat
or were
they going to have to bludgeon the poor slob?
“Are you saying
you’re a
fag?” A voice from the far corner of the room asked.
“And, you are?”
Doctor
Jeffers asked.
“I asked if you are
a fag. I
don’t take classes from fags.”
“Oh, dear, what
shall we do?
Sara? Any guesses?” Doctor Jeffers’s affectation was perfect right down
to the
floppy hand patting his cheek.
Sara looked at Zach
and then
looked at the victim. She looked at the good Doctor and said, “Well, I
guess we
could watch some gay porn and whichever of the guys, including you, got
hard-ons we might assume they were at least a little gay, but I don’t
want to
watch gay porn today. Can we do that tomorrow?”
“Very good, Sara,
that was
excellent.” Doctor Jeffers was back to eminent Professor Emeritus
holding
Damocles sword.
“Are you trying to
make fun
of me?” The victim asked digging himself deeper.
“You, sir, appear
Native
American,” Doctor Jeffers said. “Would you happen to be a descendant of
one of
the noble races who inhabited this great land before Europeans came
across the
big water searching for Disneyland?”
“Choctaw and proud
of it.”
Zach tried to look
across the
room at the face. The voice seemed familiar, but the attitude was
completely
wrong. Had it been that long?
“From Alabama, Mississippi, and Louisiana, right? Oh, and, Oklahoma?”
“Yeah, we were sent
to Oklahoma, too.”
“Zach? You’re from Oklahoma. Know any Choctaws?”
“Yeah, my best
friend up to the
eighth grade was Choctaw.”
“Oh, my god!” The
Choctaw boy
exclaimed. He stood up and picked up his backpack. “You’re that faggot
Zachary
Alexander. What the hell are you doing here? Well, I’m not staying in
this
class.”
“Excuse me a
moment,” Doctor
Jeffers said as the boy walked toward the door. “Could I have your name
so I
can remove you from the attendance list?”
“Zucker, William
Thaddeus.”
“Thank you.”
Zach looked at the
boy
walking out the door. He was overweight, flabby mostly. Zach thought of
that
night so long ago when they’d sucked each other. They could’ve been
lovers.
“Zach? Comment?”
“Yeah, that was my
best
friend. He moved away. We were very close, once.”
“Close?”
“Yeah, he gives a
good
blowjob.”
“Ooh, now isn’t
that gay?
Okay, everyone, two down, anyone else want to stand in the dock and
take your
punishment? No? Okay, I guess we’ll have to do it the hard way. This
week’s
paper, due end of class on Friday, will be on your most intimate
secret. I want
to know the one thing you’ll never tell your parents or your lover. I
want to
know the one thing you keep close to your heart. If this involves a
crime, a
major crime like murder or rape or something like that, I don’t want to
know,
if you tell me anyway, I’ll turn you into the authorities. No, I want
that
dirty little secret. The one about you killing your little brother’s
hamster
might be good. Anyone done that? No? I had a paper on that a couple
years ago.
One boy admitted to having sex with his mother. Another boy, who I
ended up
providing a great deal of support to afterwards, told me about his
father
coming into his bedroom almost every night since he was about five
years old
and having to perform oral sex on his father. A girl told me about a
former
boyfriend who introduced her to the kinky side of enemas. Oh, and this
paper,
if written well, can be fiction, but it had better be believable. Some
people
don’t have dark, dirty little secrets so they have to make them up.
Tell me a
good story and you get a good grade. Any questions?”
“Yeah, this sounds
stupid,” a
girl from the back row said. “I mean, I did this in junior high. This
is
college, we’re supposed to be doing more intellectual stuff than ‘what
did you
do last summer?’ ”
“Are you are?”
Doctors
Jeffers asked. Zach wondered if the good Doctor knew who these newbies
were. It
was almost of if he was setting up each one to make the worst mistake
of their
first day at college. To be in Doctor Jeffers’ English Comp class was
so
special the grade you received made a big difference right up to that
last year
when your advisor would look at it and decide whether you needed one
extra
challenge to prove yourself intellectually or you were just going to
get by
like nearly everyone else.
“Stacy Franklin and
I want
you to know my father is one of the most prominent attorneys in this
city.”
“North Park?”
“No, silly,
Seattle.”
Oh, god, thought
Zach, he’s
going to slice her head clean off and blood is going to spurt
everywhere. She’s
total defenseless now.
“Well, my dear
child, this is
not Seattle and your father may be the scion of one of
the
biggest Guernsey herds this side of Sheboygan, but that’s going be of
little help now. You
have a
choice, stay and work your butt off trying to get better than the F you
already
have, or leave now and never cross my threshold again.”
“My father won’t
stand for
this,” Stacy said as she rose from her seat.
“You can tell
Johnny, excuse
me, your father, that I’ll expect his call.”
“You know my
father?” The
knife was slicing into her jugular. She didn’t have long now.
“He sometimes
substitutes as
my bridge partner at the club, but I prefer opposing as it’s fun
watching him
lose.”
Stacy stared at him
as a tiny
bit of recognition slipped from neuron to neuron as the signal to flee
for her
life took form. She picked up her backpack and slung it over a
shoulder. She
stared at the good Doctor once more then huffed out of the room with
what had
to be an exaggerated swing of her hips.
“Why they send me
their
daughters I’ll never know,” Doctor Jeffers said. “That was a fairly
average
performance, though, just might earn her a B plus for class
participation, but
to get an A you have to involve another student. Right, Sara?”
“Yes, sir,” Sara
said,
practically whispering.
“I wish he wouldn’t
do that,”
she whispered. “He’s always looking for the scab and picking at it.”
“It’s okay, I’ll
buy you a
chocolate soda,” Zach whispered. “It’ll make you feel better.”
“I need something
more than
that to make me feel better.”
“Hey, you two, no
whispering
in class,” Doctor Jeffers said. “If you can’t share it with the rest of
the
class, wait until after or share it with everyone else.”
“Yes, sir,” Zach
said. He
patted Sara’s knee and she looked back at him fluttering her eyelashes.
He
recognized that look. It was the same one Amy gave him when she wanted
to go
out to the campground at Glasgow Beach and make out which usually ended
with
her rubbing his dick and him coming all over her bare tummy.
“Well, ladies and
gentlemen,
three down and how many more?” Doctor Jeffers said. “We’ll see
tomorrow. I
suggest getting busy on those papers right now because I can tell when
a
paper’s been rushed and will grade accordingly.”
“Doctor Jeffers was
in fine
form today,” Sara said as she pulled into a parking space across
Bellevue from the apartment.
“Planning on
staying a
while?” Zach asked.
“I want to see
where you’re
living. Is that okay?”
“Sure, no problem.”
They had hardly
spoken all
day, just a word here and there about this class or that, the
professors’
seemingly ambivalent attitude toward the freshmen, and whether Bruce
was going
to ride with them or not. Zach didn’t care one way or the other because
he was
worried about what he was going to say to Jeremy about his sleeping
with Bruce.
The boy was bound to put two and two together as it was so obvious.
He was going to
lose his
boyfriend and he didn’t know what to do to prevent that from happening.
His
only answer was to somehow convince Bud it was very import he be given
access
to Jeremy. A face to face meeting was far better than trying to explain
over
the phone. Being there, he could get down on his knees and beg if
necessary.
“It’ll be a little
warm up
there, though,” Zach said as he held the front door for Sara.
“Your mama must
have taught
you manners,” Sara said.
“Yeah.”
He followed her in
and beat
her to the elevator. For a moment he sensed a lightness in their
immediacy, as
if they’d been friends for years or maybe it was more like being closer
to
childhood and full adulthood. Whatever had changed between them, Zach
bathed in
its warmth while feeling very unsure.
The apartment was
still cool
when he unlocked the door and stood back to allow Sara to step inside.
“This is the foyer,
such as
it is,” Zach said. “We’re hoping the landlord will permit us to put a
grand
sweeping, spiral staircase as they are much more romantic.”
“Yes, I can see how
that will
improve the ambiance,” Sara said.
Zach’s attention
was caught
by a smooth patch of white skin behind her ear. A scar, maybe? Then he
realized
she was walking away from him, toward the living room.
“The kitchen is
here, to the
left,” he said behind her. “Can I get you anything?”
“You wouldn’t have
anything
iced tea, would you?”
“What country boy
would be
without iced tea?”
“Is yours
sweetened?”
“No, I like mine a
little
sweeter than Bruce. I’m not certain he puts any sugar in his.”
“I like honey.”
“You wouldn’t
happen to have
any.”
“Find a place to
sit and I’ll
be there in a minute.”
“Where’s the little
girls
room?”
“We don’t have one,
but the
little boys room is down the hall on the hall, second door on the left.”
Zach set about
putting
together their iced teas all the time wondering why he didn’t sneak off
to the
other bathroom to relieve himself, too. It wasn’t that he had to right
now, but
it was one of those things you shouldn’t put off. At least that’s what
his
mother always told him.
“You’ll ruin your
kidneys not
peeing when you should,” she’d say after he ran into the house with a
wet spot
forming in the crotch of his jeans.
“But, Mom, there’s
no toilet
out there,” he’d reply.
“Zach, we’ve got
over six
hundred acres. No one is going to see you peeing. If you’re that
embarrassed,
stand behind a cow. She won’t mind.”
“Okay, Mom.”
“Did you wet
yourself? Let me
see.”
“Mom, I’ve got my …”
But, it was always
too late,
and she’d be swatting his bare butt with her hand and sending him off
to his
bedroom for a few hours.
“You only have one
bed in
your bedroom,” Sara said as he walked into the living room carry a tray
with
two glasses full of ice and tea, a honey bowl with a wooden dipper, a
sugar
bowl and three spoons, one for his sugar and two to stir.”
“How do you know
one of us
doesn’t sleep in the other bedroom?” Zach asked.
“Because that looks
like a
room in a gay whorehouse, if there is such a thing. I assume that is
Paul’s
bedroom. Is he moving in here, too?”
“No, I think he’s
holding
down the fort at the condo, pining away for when Uncle David will
finally get
out of the hospital. Did you like that painting over the bed?”
“You know what I
think? I
think that boy wants someone to fuck him.”
“Sara, such
language.”
“Hey, I’ve been to Switzerland. I can swear in French and German. Come
here, sit
beside me.”
Zach set the tray
down on the
coffee table and sat down on the sofa, close, but not too close, to
Sara.
“Jeremy misses you.”
“Well, maybe next
time he’ll
think before opening his mouth around his grandfather. Bud’s a good guy
and
thankfully Uncle David was able to improve my position with him.”
“You’ve spoken to
Grandfather, then?”
“Yes, yesterday.
How’re you
and Eb getting on these days?”
“He’s gone back to
his
boyfriend.”
“What? Darnel is
gay?”
“Yeah, he was
trying the
other side of the street and when I didn’t put out like he wanted, he
figured
he could do better with the other boy. Do you swallow?”
“Yes,” Zach said
somewhat
startled by her question. It slipped into the conversation so easily,
he was a
little nervous about where they were heading. Sara solved that rather
quickly.
“I did, once. Last
summer I
met a boy from Rennes who was visiting his great aunt or something
and we
hit it off almost immediately. François was so skinny I thought
he was bulimic
at first. It had something to do with his metabolism. He just couldn’t
get fat.
Can you imagine not having to worry about being fat, ever. We met on a
Tuesday
and he was in my pants Saturday night. Mother was somewhere with her
boyfriend
and the boys were busy doing something. François and I were in
my bedroom making
out on the bed. It was all so quick and unexpected. Suddenly we were
naked and
he was going down on me. Then he swings himself around and I’ve got his
erection in my face. I put in my mouth and, well, one thing led to
another and
suddenly I’ve got a mouth full of cum. I swallowed. It’s not like I
could spit
it out. I don’t like the taste of it, though. Sunday night I gave him a
condom
and told him to put his penis where it belonged.”
“Wow, you have been
around
the block, haven’t you?”
“You had a
girlfriend, didn’t
you?”
Zach wasn’t
surprised that
question came up. She lived in the same house as Jeremy and there was
no
telling how much Jeremy had been listening all the times they’d talked
and the
subject of doing it with girls came up.
“Her name is Amy.
She was the
head cheerleader. I was the quarterback, who else was I supposed to
date.”
“Is she, I mean,
was she
nice?”
“We probably
would’ve gotten
married if we ended up at the same college.”
“Did you have sex?
You don’t
have to tell me, I’m just curious. I told you about mine.”
“Show me yours and
I’ll show
you mine?”
“Yeah, something
like that.”
“No, we didn’t have
sex. We
necked, then I played with her tits, which were big, too big. Amy is
what they
call a full figured girl, but she was nice.”
“Do you like mine?”
Sara
asked.
Zach hadn’t been
looking all
that much at Sara while they were talking, concentrating more on his
glass of
iced tea, but now she had his full attention. Her t-shirt was gone, as
was her
bra. She was, in a word, naked, from the pants up.
“Show me what you
did to Amy.
You did touch them, didn’t you?”
Zach looked at
Sara’s
breasts, which were a lot smaller than Amy’s. Not too small, but nicely
formed with
small perky nipples that seemed to invite Zach to touch them. He put
his hand
on one and began to massage and knead it, pinching the nipple now and
then,
just the way Amy liked, just the way that made Amy want to do much the
same
thing with his dick.
Zach leaned over
and put his
mouth over the nearest one. He suckled for a moment or two then nibbled
at
nipple, pinching it between tongue and lips. He was so lost in what he
was
doing he didn’t notice a change in his own clothing until it was too
late.
“Wow, Jeremy told
me you had
a great cock, but, Zach, he never told me it was this big. Did you
ever, you
know, put this in Amy?”
“No, she was a
virgin and
would stay a virgin until her wedding night,” Zach said as Sara’s
finger
stroked the length of his erection, sending mixed signals to his brain.
One
part was say, “Wow! This is great!”, while the other part was
screaming, “She’s
a girl! You’re gay! Stop this now!”
“Will you fuck me?”
Sara
asked.
Zach looked at her,
his mouth
agape in shock. Put his dick in that hole? Gay boys weren’t
supposed to
put their dicks between a girl’s legs, not even in her ass. It just
wasn’t
done.
“I’m on the pill,
but you can
use a condom if you want.”
“I, well, you know,
why?”
“Come on, let’s go
to the
bedroom,” Sara said. She stood up and picked up her t-shirt and bra.
She held
out her hand. “Come on, big boy, I want to feel that thing of yours
coming
inside me.”
Zach watched Sara
pull out of
her parking spot and head toward the freeway. He kind of wished he
could zone
out like he did over the weekend because this was a very good time to
go
somewhere else. He’d actually fucked his boyfriend’s sister and he
didn’t use a
condom, either, just like guys do when they’re trying to make babies.
Worse,
yet, he like fucking Sara; and, not surprisingly, she seemed to enjoy
having
his dick in her cunt as well. Well, it had been her idea in the first
place.
Afterwards, as they
lay
close, she played with his dick until it got hard, again.
“Do you want to try
a
different position?” She asked.
“Just rub it,
please, I don’t
think I’m in the mood to do that, again,” he said.
“I understand,” she
said.
He knew she
couldn’t possibly
understand. She had no experience in such matters. She jerked him for
awhile.
Then she started nibbling at one of his nipples. Then she whispered in
his ear
something so disgusting, so humiliating, he had to do it, just to prove
he
wasn’t the pushover he knew she thought he was.
“Suck your cum out
of my
vagina,” Sara whispered. “Lap it up like a puppy. You’re a gay boy,
remember?
You like cum.”
After he’d come up
from
there, with a sickening feeling in his stomach from the taste of her,
not him,
she pushed him over and shoved her tongue down his throat, tasting his
and her
juices on his tongue.
They showered
together,
washing each other’s body. Then, as she was drying him, she took him
down her
throat.
“Didn’t know I
could do that,
did you?” Sara asked. “I lied when I said I’d swallowed cum only once.
I knew a
boy in the town where I went to school when I was fourteen. He was a
nobody,
but he was nice and bought me little trinkets and things. He did it
first and,
then, I did him. By Easter, I was deep-throating him. He tried to be
special,
but he’s probably a plumber’s helper, now. He certainly wasn’t going
anywhere
in that town.”
He asked, “What
happens now?”
“Well, you can tell
my
brother, if you want to, but I’m not going to. Beg his forgiveness.
Tell him
you’re letting Bruce fuck you and you’re fucking me, but you know what?”
“What?”
“I think it would
be cool to
have Jeremy fucking you while you’re fucking me.”
Zach stared at the
ceiling.
He was going to remember the softness of her lips when he kissed her
before she
left. He felt sick and ran to the toilet where he vomited. He wondered,
afterwards, if he could lower himself further, or if this was as
depraved as he
could get.
Yet, after all of
this, after
everything she’d done to him to grind him under her heel, he knew deep
down in
his heart that he didn’t know whether he was gay, bi, or just some
screwed up
teen who didn’t know which ass to follow, just as long as one of them
made him
come.
He set about to
clean up the
mess of them. He could still taste the tangy tartness of her on his
tongue and
it soured his stomach. The bed was torn down to the mattress pad and he
put his
nose to it. She was there, too. The smell of her place, that slash
between her
legs, lingered about the bedroom soiling the air. He found the air
freshener
Bruce bought and doused the room, but still the rank putridity of her
pheromones burned his nose and watered his eyes.
He laughed suddenly
as a remembrance
of that smell, her smell, was not quite unlike his odor when Bruce
fucked him.
Yet, the smell after two guys had fucked did not dirty the air as much
as her
smell. He ran to the toilet and retched until there was nothing but
bile. Even
then, his stomach turned inside out and tried to heave itself out of
his body.
Tears filled his eyes, but nothing could take that odor from his
nostrils.
Zach had everything
in the
laundry room when Bruce came in. He stood at the washing machine in a
clean
pair of boxers as he loaded the few clothes she’d touched. He heard
Bruce
behind him, but could not turn to face his friend.
“When I got to work
today,”
Bruce said, “Uncle Bill said they were slow and I could go home. He has
a real
girl down there some afternoons and I guess she’s a pretty good
barista. So, I
came home. Do you know what I saw?”
Zach hung his head
and shook
it slowly. A tear dribbled out of his right eye and he brushed it away
with the
back of his good hand.
“I was rather
amazed to see
the boy I made love to last night, even though that was, we agreed,
only
fooling around, fucking his boyfriend’s sister. I could see his blood
swollen
cock going in and out of her twat. They were moaning to each other. I
just
about puked. So, I left and went down to the Square, to Paul’s studio.
He did
some nude sketches of me. He’s good, you know that, though. Then we had
sex and
I fucked him and afterwards, because he hadn’t come, I sucked him, too.
Are you
listening to me?”
Zach couldn’t say
anything.
He didn’t feel worthy of talking to the one person in the whole world
who might
be able to save him from himself.
“I’m mad at you.
I’m very
fuckin’ pissed off at you, right now. Do you know I could hit you and
you’d be
dead before your body slumped to the floor? Do you know that? Are you
going to
say something? Zach!”
Zach felt himself
being spun
around as an astonished looked flashed across his face when he saw the
anger in
Bruce’s eyes. His head jerked to the right from the impact of the palm
of a
hand. His head jerked to the left as another palm slammed into his
other cheek;
and, another jerked it to the right. Tears welled up into his eyes and
freely
dribbled down his cheeks, but, still, he could not bring himself to
acknowledge
his pathetic state.
Zach felt his legs
give out
from under him and he slumped down into a ragged lump of flesh and bone
on the
floor. Tears were running down his face. His stomach started a new bout
of dry
heaves. He felt weak all over. Yet, still, he could smell her about him.
Bruce was watching
the second
season of the Sopranos when Zach walked out of the kitchen. He’d eaten
the bowl
of milk toast Bruce had prepared for him and at least his stomach felt
better.
He wanted to go to bed, but wasn’t certain he’d be welcome in that room
ever
again.
He sat down on the
opposite
end of the sofa and shivered as a chill ran through him. He stood up
and went
to the window. It was open slightly and he pulled up the sash and
leaned out to
look down at the sidewalk. It would be so easy. Just let go and fall.
His head
would impact the concrete and he’d be dead before his feet landed on
top of
him. All he had to do was let go.
“What the fuck are
you
doing?” Bruce screamed as he pulled Zach back from the precipice a
split second
before Death reached out to pull the boy into oblivion.
They landed in a
heap on the
floor, but Bruce was on top of Zach in a flash. Zach lay there quietly
wondering why he’d been saved. There was no sense to what Bruce was
doing.
“Damn it, Zach, I
told you I
was sorry I hit you,” Bruce said. “Why won’t you say something?”
“I’m sorry to have
disappointed you,” Zach said. “I knew you wanted me to make love to you
tonight, but I let her do that. I didn’t do anything to stop her. I
could’ve
said no, but I didn’t. And, you know what? For awhile there as I was
building up
to one of the most powerful orgasms I’ve ever experienced, I was
enjoying
myself being inside her. I was enjoying the feel of her hands on my
back. I was
enjoying it.”
And, he was
enjoying it. He
was enjoying the feel of her vagina against the tender skin of his
cock. He
knew that was where a cock was meant to be when she welcomed him in and
made
him comfortable. It was so much different from that other place, that
other
hole shared by men and women where entry was never an invitation, but
penetration, sometimes without an offer of assistance from the receiver.
“Come on, let’s go
to bed,”
Bruce said. “We’ll have to get up extra early to catch the College
Flyer.”
“Yeah, I guess
that’s best,”
Zach said.
The alarm was set
for half past four, but Zach was awake at three. Bruce’s cock
was buried
inside him making mini-thrusts to maintain its erection. He couldn’t
remember
exactly when entry occurred; and, half surmised entry was gained
surreptitiously. Yet, he felt at ease with the cock in his ass. It gave
him a
strong sense of belonging to the other party, the owner of that stiff
rod of
excitement.
Bruce was breathing
on his
neck with even, measured breaths. Zach was uncertain whether he was
awake,
asleep, or in some form of Oriental mystic trance picked up from an
obscure
esoteric karate teacher. He’d heard about those Asian fighting
disciplines and
knew a lot of them had a great deal to do with the mystical religions
those
people practiced.
Unexpectedly, he
felt two
fingers pinch his right nipple. Pain shot through his body as fingers
twisted
sensitive skin. He was pushed onto his stomach and Bruce was on top
holding him
down as the tempo and forcefulness of the cock’s thrusts bore into his
consciousness.
This was no dream
for either
of them. Reality was the cock in his ass seeking its own definition of
pleasure
whether he wanted to willingly participate, or not. Sharp agony shot
out of his
neck when teeth bit into his trapezium. He struggled to move, but was
held
firmly against the bed as the boy on top strove for the zenith of his
arousal.
And, then, deep
within
himself Zach felt the change in sensory input coming from his ass. As
if a
switch had been thrown, his own cock quickened to a hard-on of
unbelievable
sensitivity. He felt his balls tighten against his body. Tiny muscles
along the
ejaculatory duct began driving sperm filled semen toward the nearest
exit. He
forced his cock into the bed as the first burst spewed forth.
Above him, the boy
who
started this early morning alternative to a wasteful emission began
huffing and
moaning as his own orgasm overpowered all other muscular intentions. In
a
moment of clarity, Zach felt the rock hard cock embedded in him throb
and jerk
as it injected doomed spermatozoa deep within the hot receptacle of his
body.
The alarm jolted
him awake
and Zach sat up. Bruce was out of the bed and water could be heard
splashing in
the shower across the hall. His right nipple ached and a burning
sensation
antagonized his neck. His ass tingled and he knew it hadn’t been a
dream.