concerns adult and teenage gay
males who may be involved in sexual situations. If it is illegal for
read such stories, or if you do not like to read such stories, please
copyright 2006 by the author who retains all rights.
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
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: email@example.com.
thank you goes out to all who
write. I appreciate knowing someone is actually reading this stuff,
like it or not. I try to answer all emails, even flames. (I’m a writer,
for rejection.) Although sometimes it takes a little time to get back
you, I do
try to answer. If I'm remiss in replying to yours, I apologize.
The Pastel Cowboy
by Carl Holiday
17 – Zach, You’re a Wuss
“I’m thinking of
surprise birthday party for David,” Paul said as he spooned some
onto his plate.
They were at a
Chinese restaurant in the International District, probably because
Paul to take them out and Paul always included Zach in all their
waitress, a young Chinese-American, had a nametag that said she was
and, when Bruce introduced her as an acquaintance, Zach started
looking for those hidden signs she wasn’t what she appeared to be.
He hadn’t met many
friends, but a few of those he’d met were always doing their damnedest
appear female; and, a couple of those he knew—he tried his best to
camouflage and talk to them as if they were just another guy—were
down to the “I’m going to have the operation and they’re going to take
icky thing,” trans-gendered, but a lot of them, like Bruce, weren’t and
didn’t know what he should feel about them. He thought they were simply
succumbing to peer pressure, “If you want to join the club, honey,
to have to wear a bra.”
That’s what he
“Suzie Wong” or whatever her name was. He’d seen the movie and knew
Wong” was just playing with the tourists’ memories. If she’d used any
name than “Suzie Wong,” he just might not have suspected her as a
Suzie’s accent drew
immediate attention because it sounded too Hollywood, too fake. She
be more of a caricature of a young Chinese girl from some Forties and
movie, as if she was adopted as a baby by a farm family from Iowa and
the only Chinese she’d ever met were on
spoke with that generic “Oriental” accent. Then, after she’d served the
fried rice, Zach saw her hips. They weren’t a girl’s hips. The buttocks
from the waist incorrectly. The profile was wrong. It was the breasts,
that showed Zach the truth. The left one was a little bit too much to
but still stuck out like a normal breast; and, they didn’t bounce
hands were definitely male.
asked as he picked at his fried rice as if looking for a fried maggot.
“Well, it’s during
but I plan on having it the third Saturday in October,” Paul said.
of you picked this place?”
“That would be
said. “You know, that Sunday is my birthday.”
said. He gave Zach a look that said he might expect another early
from someone with a lot of muscles and sharp teeth who like to sneak
dick up someone’s ass when they were sleeping.
“Are you and Jeremy
anything?” Paul asked.
“I don’t think so,”
as he watched Suzie walk by and noticed she, also, walked like a guy.
not talking much anymore.”
“Oh?” Paul looked
up from his
“Sara and I aren’t
so that has kind of thrown cold water on Jeremy and me.”
“He fucked her,”
with a mouthful of sweet and sour pork.
“You remember that
couple weeks ago when I first came down and you drew those sketches.
the first day of school for us.”
“Oh, yeah, I was
wondering why you were there,” Paul said. He smiled, probably from the
of Bruce’s dick up his ass.
“Well, when Uncle
me home early, I saw Zach here going wild with his dick in Sara’s cunt.”
“Young man, excuse
you could hold down the foul language,” a middle-aged woman at the next
said. Her hand was on Bruce’s forearm. “My daughter is only seven and
young to be hearing such filth.”
“Sure thing, lady,”
said. He turned back to Paul and said, “He was supposed to be doing
that to me
later that night.”
“You?” Paul asked.
think you wanted to do that.”
“Zach used his
persuade me I needed something firmer sticking up my ass. He can be
with that tongue of his. My asshole tingled all morning.”
“Well, I never!”
the woman at
the other table huffed.
“No, ma’am, I don’t
have,” Bruce said as he turned toward her table. “You don’t look like
of woman who would be into anilingus.”
The woman’s jaw
dropped as a
questioning look spread across her face.
“Well, it’s true
said so. You’re spending too much time with that Jennifer girl. You’ve
slept at her house.”
“I had too much to
I couldn’t drive home.”
“I saw you kissing
you had your hand down there in her private place. You were touching
you said I shouldn’t touch myself. You said that was naughty.”
woman exclaimed. She got up and looked around her, but her daughter
“You have to ask
for our check,” the girl said.
“Melissa, the word
waitress,” the woman said. “A waiter is a man who serves tables.”
“But, Mommy, Suzie
not a girl,” Melissa said. She looked over at Zach and winked.
“Now, look what
Zach said as he looked at Bruce.
“I wonder how she
out,” Bruce said.
“Well, it might be
looks more like a guy than a girl,” Paul said. “He’s got all the
attributes of a guy, including the bulge at the apex of his legs, which
wouldn’t show so much if she didn’t wear such a tight dress. Plus, his
has moved too far to the left. You’d think someone would say something.”
The woman had sat
but she wasn’t eating or doing much of anything else for that matter.
quite a shock finding out the mirrors in your closet are actually one
windows and everyone you know can see into your deepest secrets.
“Are you gentlemen
okay?” Suzie asked as she suddenly appeared out of the crowd.
“Yes, we’re fine,”
“but Bruce wants to tell you something.”
“Why me?” Bruce
“Because he’s your
you should’ve said something earlier,” Zach said.
Suzie glared at
Zach, but he
“Your lefty has
Suzie glanced down
chest. His eyes darted from Paul to Zach to Bruce. Then he was gone.
“Okay, enough of
distractions, I need your help in putting David’s birthday party
“What do we have to
asked. He looked at his plate and wished he’d ordered a hamburger.
definitely too much of something in that food that was not welcome in
stomach; or, maybe the “authentic” advertised on the window meant it
like the Chinese food they bought at the takeout in their neighborhood
store, it certainly had a familiar tang.
“Here’s a list of
need to be called and invited to the party,” Paul said as he handed
Bruce a few
sheets of paper stapled together.
“Oh, no, not me,
uncle,” Bruce said. He pushed the papers in Zach’s face.
“Fine, you’re not
Zach looked at Paul
up on the tone. Maybe Paul and Bruce weren’t getting along in bed; or,
the opposite was true, maybe Paul was falling for Bruce. He’d done it
“Okay, I’ll call
them,” Bruce said.
“Will Dickie be
“No, the good son
thrown in prison,” Paul said.
“What’d he do?”
“Wasn’t he in the Marines, or something?”
“Yeah, down at Camp Pendleton. He got drunk one night and went into a
and tried to clean house. According to David, Dickie’s always been a
homophobic and after his father came out to him, well, the stupid guy
there were too many gays in California. He didn’t have a chance, but he
off-duty cop who was supposed to be the bouncer. Dickie is gone from
forever, thank god.”
“My cousin, Sally’s
Uncle David’s son,” Zach said. He tried to remember Dickie, but he was
than Sally and Sally was only a vague memory. Dickie hung around with
oldest brother, Andy.
“So his name is
they call him Dickie?” Bruce asked. “This food isn’t as good as Dillon
I’ll treat everyone at the Burger King around the corner.”
“You don’t have any
Zach said. “I’ll treat at the nearest steak house. No, his name is
Dickie Algernon Brandon.”
by “Al,” Bruce said.
“And, have everyone
was really Algernon?” Paul asked. “By the way what is your middle name?”
said with a sigh. “So what’s yours?”
“Peter,” Paul said.
“Yeah, well, they
it the other way around,” Paul said.
“Because of the
“No, they came
said. “Dillon? Can we have our check? Because of the candy company.”
“Peter Paul Candy,
of Almond Joy and Mounds,” Paul said. “My dad didn’t want it to be
either. He wanted Garfield, after his grandfather, Garfield Grover
Mom persuaded him.”
“Women can be like
“What do you know
women?” Zach asked.
“I have a mother,
“Oh, yeah, they are
They agreed each
half the names, but since Bruce was working at the bookstore, Zach
doing most of them. It was rather simple, anyway: call a stranger, tell
acquaintance of theirs was throwing a surprise birthday party for his
lover on such and such day. If they said they might attend, Zach got
snail or email address and said he’d send all the details, including
card to send back.
He was down to the
on the Wednesday after their bad Chinese dinner when Bruce came in
work. Zach was sitting at the dinette in his favorite boxers, which
holes held together with tatters of red cotton. He was working on a
“no” from a
friend of David when he felt a finger rubbing along his neck.
“Yes, sir, I
Zach said. “No, I’ll let him know … His nephew, actually … Yes, the
faggot from Oklahoma … Yes, sir, well I hope you have a wonderful
He hung up and
Fifteen “no’s” in a row did not make one all that happy. The finger hit
a red, swollen spot on his left shoulder where someone had bit him. It
become infected, but Zach, being Zach, figured it would go away or kill
either of which was a valid option at this stage of his life.
“Why didn’t you
tell me this
was going bad?” Bruce asked.
“And, it’s of your
because?” Zach asked. He felt himself being picked up and spun around
“Your ass is mine,
Bruce hissed. “I don’t want anything going wrong with you until I’m
“And, that will
began to ask, but Bruce’s palm slapped the remaining words back into
Zach shut his eyes against the assault and crumpled down to the floor
sobbing mass of worthless flesh.
“Get up!” Bruce
“Get you sorry ass up, we’re going to the clinic to have that looked
Zach felt himself
dragged to his feet and toward the bedroom at the same time. When they
there he started to get a pair of jeans from the closet, but was
Bruce ripping his boxers off him.
“Those were my best
Zach said as the rags were thrown toward the door.
“What can’t you
hear me the
first time? I said turn around.”
Zach saw the belt
of the loops and wondered if Bruce was going to fuck him afterwards as
happened; or, if he’d remember they were going to the clinic. He tried
thinking about the situation, about Bruce’s aggression toward him. When
take time to consider why this was happening, he always came up with
conclusion. Bruce was simply taking his frustration with his parents
out on the
only person available.
When Bruce went to
karate session, Zach was assured of at least two, sometimes three, days
relative calm, but the aggression slowly returned usually culminating
whipping and a being fucked very hard on spit. Tonight Bruce would be
karate, so Zach expected the worse when he bent over.
What he felt,
totally unexpected. A warm, moist tongue began licking his hole. Bruce
never done this, so Zach was somewhat taken aback by the sudden change
procedure. Were they going to fuck first and then he’d be whipped? The
ministrations continued unabated as the tongue began to work its way
hole tugging at the taut closure.
Zach looked down at
and saw it staring back at him, slightly bouncing to the throb of his
With the slightest tug, he’d come. He was that close right now.
and Zach felt a cloth being used to dry him. He watched his cock
anticipation of the beating to come. Then he heard something he never
to hear. Bruce was weeping.
to the boy he originally felt might turn into a good friend, but had
someone to be feared. Surprisingly, he felt no hatred toward Bruce.
were affected by so much hate from complete strangers it seemed
him to feel that emotion even though he knew, deep down in his heart,
at the very least despise this boy for what had been going on since he
breaking down to sobs, as Bruce never showed any extreme emotions, he
obviously distraught over something. Zach knelt down and put an arm
“What’s wrong?” he
“You must hate me,”
whispered. He leaned into Zach’s offered support, yet Zach could feel
muscles tense at their contact.
“Why the sudden
change in the
script?” Zach asked. As much as he did not want to submit to Bruce at
times, he was beginning to feel a weird sense of fulfillment when Bruce
“I went to my
today,” Bruce said, “and, well, I started talking and my aggression
toward you came
up and, well, I practically admitted to her that I was whipping you
belt and biting you on the shoulders when I fucked you at night while
sleeping. I didn’t actually say it like that, but that’s a fairly
“And, she said you
were a naughty
boy and shouldn’t do that.”
“How can you be so
“Remember, I go to
those psyche manipulators, too,” Zach said. He thought of Doctor
tried to imagine her reaction to such a statement. Would she react with
than the usual quiet “uh, huh?”
came home late after being at the library,” Bruce said. “I practically
my pants when I was laying the belt on your bare ass. I could feel
change inside and I didn’t like what I saw myself becoming. I don’t
want to be
a sadistic beast that gets its jollies abusing another person. She told
force myself to do something nice instead, even if that act was
would never do, like licking your ass. You know I’m not into that.”
“So, what do we do
asked. He thought about early the next morning when he could expect an
dick up his ass. Was that going to happen? Was Bruce going to bite his
shoulder when he came?
“Take you to the
have that bite looked at,” Bruce said. “Will you let me dress you?”
The 24-hour clinic
Boylston was fairly quiet compared to when they usually went in on
weekday evenings. There were any kids whimpering or running around
with that high pitched, too loud, nerve tearing, voice of theirs. The
receptionist silently handed Zach a clipboard that had a two-sided
paper he was
to use to describe his symptoms, locate the injury if necessary, and
how he was going to pay for the cure they were going to graciously
of the doctors there were nice old gentlemen and ladies who seemed past
retirement age, but still had a need to provide their skills to those
Or, was it something else? Zach didn’t have a clue.
A nurse came to
He turned to Bruce and said, “You want to come or are you to wrapped up
“I’ll go hold your
They followed the
the examination room and Zach sat on the table. Bruce looked around for
moment before he found an extra stool in the corner. The nurse stuck a
thermometer in Zach’s mouth.
Her nametag said
her name was
Wahoo Fremont, LPN. She was dark haired, had lavender eye shadow,
mascara, a faint dark patch of whiskers on her upper lip that had been
shaven and was barely noticeable, except to someone who was looking for
kind of stuff. Zach looked down and there wasn’t a breast. It was flat
“Take your shirt
said in a voice that could’ve been a guy’s. “Says here you were bitten.
Who’s doing this to you?”
“I am,” Bruce said
“Do you know this
assault?” Wahoo asked.
“Yes, I do,” Bruce
“Do you?” Wahoo
stared at Zach.
“He does it at
we’re asleep,” Zach said.
and this one is infected,” Wahoo said as he poked and prodded Zach’s
He flinched when she touched the same sensitive spot Bruce found.
“Yes, well, the
need to see this,” Wahoo said. “I suggest you two get some duct tape.”
“Duct tape?” Zach
“Put a piece of it
mouth before going to bed. The doctor will be in shortly.”
“Duct tape?” Bruce
“I think she, uh,
she was a
she wasn’t she?” Zach asked. He wasn’t too certain what the nurse was.
he knew she was like Julie Andrews in Victor, Victoria. If
she was a guy, she
certainly had it altogether, except for the flat chest.
“No, she’s a he or
is it the
other way around.”
“Is she a member of
“We don’t have a
just like to get together now and then.”
“I suppose Marjorie
met her. She’s a few years older than me. You know, Carlotta took Jerry
Pride, and, I don’t know why, but he kind of liked Wahoo. I know she
“What about me? Are
to try and get me into your club?”
“We don’t have a
well, you’re too masculine. You’d be like Rosy and April. God! What a
“I don’t want to
“No, it’s not nice.
full beards, but they’re sincere so no one cares, not that it matters
don’t have a club.”
There was a knock
at the door
and a quite elderly woman came in. She was wearing a white lab jacket
polyester slacks. Her mostly gray hair was pulled back and braided
her back. She looked over both of them through gold trimmed, wire rim
She shook her head slightly, and then went to Zach’s shoulder.
“Uh, huh,” she said
poked and prodded the sore on Zach’s shoulder.
“I see you had a
said, touching the white spot on Zach’s tan shoulder.
“Yes, ma’am,” Zach
“Yes, well, this
said as her fingered pressed against a rather tender spot, “isn’t a
“No, ma’am,” Zach
squeaked. It wasn’t all that sore until he came to the clinic.
“I take it, he’s
“Yes, ma’am,” Zach
“Do you intend to
charges?” she asked.
“No, why would I do
Zach asked. He glanced over at Bruce who looked as if he was trying to
“This is assault,”
“This isn’t some sexual gratification practice. This is simple assault
you come in here again with an infected bite, I’m calling the police
You’re lucky it’s been a light day, or I’d do it now. No biting. I
how much you love him, don’t bite him.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Bruce
“I think I’d better
and drain it,” she said as she walked over to the counter and started
drawers and cupboard doors. She began to assemble the assault kit. “I
to you and say this is going to be uncomfortable. This is going to hurt
hell and you’re going to think nasty things about me, but be a good,
and I’ll give you a sucker afterward.”
“I didn’t notice,
did you get?” Bruce asked later that night as they lay in bed. He was
stroking Zach’s bare back in the dark.
“Cum,” Zach said.
given him a few pain pills and two of them were making him woozy. He
worried about tomorrow, though, as his first class was at ten and it
swimming, so he’d have to sit out at least tomorrow.
“They don’t have
suckers,” Bruce said as his hand slowly worked its way down toward
“Well, it certainly
cum and I’ve tasted enough cum to know what cum tastes like.”
“Are you okay?”
“No, but I think
you want to
fuck me,” Zach said. He was falling asleep and didn’t really care at
moment what happened. “If you’re going to do it, you’d better do it now
I’m not going to be here for very long.”
“Can you lie on
“No, it hurts when
that,” Zach said. He didn’t know what Bruce had in mind because Bruce
like fucking when he could see his eyes. Bruce’s favorite sexual
fucking a complete stranger and the guy not being able to identify him
afterward. Zach accepted that as an excuse for being woken in the
middle of the
night with a dick thrusting into his ass. Where the biting came from,
“Can you lie on
“It doesn’t matter.”
“What are you going
“I’m very sleepy
pain pill isn’t helping. I don’t know what you have in mind, but I’m
going to close
my eyes and see you in the morning. You can fuck me if you want. Just
Bruce spooned up
and draped his arm down across his bare chest.
“I wasn’t going to
Bruce whispered. “Let me hold you for awhile.”
much later when Zach had to get up to pee. Bruce was sprawled on the
of the bed slowly humping the pillow he was holding against his lower
By the incoherent sound of Bruce’s mumbles and groaning, he knew the
asleep and having a very good dream.
When Zach returned
bathroom Bruce was sitting on the side of the bed, his softening cock
limply over his balls.
“You okay?” Zach
sat down next to Bruce with the bad shoulder on the other side. He
arm across Bruce’s muscular shoulders.
“I was dreaming of
me,” Bruce said, flatly. “We were in my calculus class and you were
No one paid the least bit of attention to us. That is, until you came,
everyone clapped and cheered. I woke up and you were gone. I felt my
pressed against something damp and knew I’d come onto the pillow. I
used to use
a pillow when I was thirteen, until my mother figured out where all the
cases were going. God, she beat me until I couldn’t come for days.”
pillow,” Zach said. He thought of the sock he used since he was
especially when he was humping the mattress with it pulled down over
“What’d you use, a
“No, but I had a
fucked his horse all the time.”
“Not when she peed
“What’d you use?”
“Aren’t you tired?
two. We don’t have to get up for another four hours.”
“What’s with the
Bruce asked. “Do you want to fuck me?”
“Do you want me
asked. He thought of putting his cock into the boy next to him instead
Jeremy. What would it be like? Would it be the same? Similar? Different?
“Maybe when you get
of your arm, okay?”
“Okay. I can wait.”
“Can you? Three
more days and
you get to fuck Jeremy, but it’ll be two weeks before you fuck me. Who
“Are you asking me
choose?” Zach asked. He suddenly realized he couldn’t remember what
cock looked like. Had it been that long? He lay on his back and
when a sharp pain shot through his shoulder. The doctor had been right.
had hurt like hell and it still hurt like hell.
“No, I was just
you had any feelings toward me,” Bruce said. He lay down beside Zach,
turned on his side. He leaned over and took Zach’s closest nipple in
lips and tongue and began to suckle. He reached over and lightly
Zach’s cock rose to
occasion, but Zach still wasn’t in the mood. Being forced to think of
younger teen boy who he said he loved totally destroyed the moment and
wanted to embrace Bruce, but not come with him. He pushed himself back
his pillow and shut his eyes to sleep.
Bruce, however, was
not to be
denied. He must’ve still felt some dominance over Zach because he
and followed the object of his desire. He took Zach’s awakened love
tool in his
mouth and began to slowly stroke it with a thumb and two fingers.
Zach rolled his
hips to allow
Bruce easier access and tried to empty his mind of distracting
the pain in his shoulder fought with the feelings coming out of his
Bruce’s tongue began to focus its attention on the head of his cock.
wanted a mouthful of come right now. He was not interested in giving
pleasurable experience. This was not about giving pleasure. It was, if
had asked him, for penance.
Zach allowed the
approach and totally focused his attention on what was occurring on his
cock. The pain killer was weakening and nerves throughout his body were
awakening to the awareness someone was stimulating the sensitive skin
erect penis. Deep in his brain, neurons were priming themselves in
of shooting baby makers into the possibility of recreation.
Zach shut his eyes
into the relaxed state of one who was going to come without exertion.
had to do was focus on the coming orgasm. He felt Bruce grab in balls
squeeze. The pain grabbed his attention, but did little to stop the
applied to his balls, Zach’s mind exploded as tiny muscles along his
ducts drove anxious potentialities toward an unexpected end. His last
thought was why he was experiencing so much pain when he’d taken pills
that very thing.
voice from the cell said.
looked at the clock. It wasn’t even five o’clock. “Who is this?”
“Who do you think?”
“Oh, well, thank
Zach said and pushed the END button. Who in hell was stupid enough to
so early in the morning? The phone chirped, again. He thought about
silly thing off, but answered it anyway. “Yes?”
“Did you hang up on
same voice asked.
“Damn, Zach, what’s
“What do you want?”
asked. He recognized the whine almost as soon as it pierced a hole in
restriction. We can
get together, again.”
“Look, Jeremy, I’m
feeling well right now; and, well, oh shit, I might as well tell you,
sister will get around to telling you anyhow.”
“You screwed her.
“You sound like you
“I care, okay? I,
that you’re sleeping with Bruce because I know you’re having sex with
not having sex with me.”
“I suppose that’s
doing to you, too. You like being fucked too much to pass up such a
“Are you mad?”
“Of course I’m
said, but the voice said the opposite was closer to the truth. “But I
When can you come out?”
“I might get my
cast off in a
couple weeks,” Zach said. Why did he have to go there? Why was he the
had to do the traveling? “You could come here, you know?”
“How am I going to
“Use the bicycle
grandfather gave you.”
“How do you know he
gave me a
“Oh my god! Bud
bought you a bicycle?”
“What do you know
I thought Sara told him? Was it you?”
“Yes,” Zach said.
to the silence and as it stretched out he almost thought the call had
“Today, I’ll be
“Can we, you know?”
“Yeah, we can talk
Bruce doesn’t get home until after seven on Thursdays.”
“I was hoping to do
more than just talk.”
“You might not be
mood,” Zach said. “But, after you undress me and if you don’t hit me
maybe I’ll be in the mood, too.”
“I love you, Zach.”
“Yeah, I love me,
Zach pressed the
and held it until the phone went into its shutdown sequence.
“Was that who I
was?” Bruce asked. He was still spooned behind Zach.
“Do me a favor and
fuck me on
spit,” Zach said. He rolled on his stomach. He jerked when a sharp pain
out of his shoulder.
“No, not today,”
He got up and straddled the other boy’s back with his growing erection
between the ass cheeks.
“It’s still early,
pretend it’s still night.”
Bruce rolled off
and lay on
his back. Zach heard him sigh and then felt Bruce roll back and half
him with one leg, the hardened cock pressed into his thigh, but it
Bruce pulled his body half over Zach pressing him into the bed. An arm
stretched over and a hand grabbed his cast. His arm was pulled back
causing another sharp pain to explode out of the sore on his shoulder.
being held down by Bruce and he felt his power to overcome the
rapidly weakening. This was a new scenario on a familiar theme. He
to be bitten at any moment. “You’re making my shoulder hurt.”
The pain was
working its way
up the scale toward excruciating. Tendons in his arm were beginning to
about being pulled in the wrong direction. Bruce’s cock was throbbing
his thigh, but there were no thrusts. It just lay there biding its time.
whispered. “You’re hurting me.”
“Are you hard?” a
voice whispered in his ear. It sounded older. Was Carlotta holding him
surprised him. He didn’t expect to be hard, but he was.
“Do you want to
Zach thought about
he want to begin associating an orgasm with pain being inflicted by
seemed so wrong, but was this Bruce? Was it possible René,
Carlotta were actual personalities? Was it possible Bruce had multiple
personality disorder? Or, worse?
“No, not like this.”
Zach and slipped from the bed. He was out of the bedroom before Zach
Zach sat up and
following, but decided to wait because he was afraid running to Bruce
be misinterpreted. All of this pain infliction at the moment of orgasm
becoming too much and he wanted it to end, but didn’t want to lose
He stood up and
walked out of
the room. There was a light on in the kitchen. He didn’t want to, but
headed toward the light.
Bruce was sitting
dinette with his head resting on his arms. Zach sat opposite and said,
“No, damn it! Can’t
it?” The voice from the bedroom said.
“Well, the bright
boy from Oklahoma figured it out,” Carlotta said.
“Then the biting,
pain, that isn’t Bruce?” Zach asked. Bruce, with his head still resting
arms, wasn’t looking at him, as Zach reached across the table and
touched the other boy’s head with his fingers. The black hair was soft
silky. He felt his cock stir.
“No, that isn’t
Bruce, but he
takes the blame. Bruce takes the blame for everything. He’s a scared
chicken shit afraid no one’s going to love him because he’s fucking
“So what do I do?”
asked. He felt really uncomfortable talking to Bruce, but hearing a
different voice coming back at him. “I was kind of getting to like him,
then I’m not the best guy to like, either.”
“No, Zach, you’re a
wuss, a pushover, a fucking bottom boy who’ll do anything to get a dick
ass. Didn’t your father put any backbone in you?”
“Keep my father out
Zach said, so quietly he barely heard the words.
“Your father, the
bastard, the fucking homophobic asshole, who threw you out of the house
forced you to become queer, but you liked fucking Sara, didn’t you? You
feel of your dick in her cunt, didn’t you? That’s why you don’t fuck
fuck girls, but guys fuck you. You know what?”
chest hurt. Carlotta was hitting below the belt and she was right.
“I like fucking
you. You’re a
“I thought Bruce
sex,” Zach said, but saw the answer before Carlotta opened her mouth.
“He didn’t. Not
Bruce was too chicken to have a dick close to him. Even when we were
up at Dicks when he fifteen, he was to scared to come out and have fun.
been fucked. So have I. In fact, when you finally getting around to
him, it’ll probably be me who takes your dick.”
“Patty’s a slut.
have to know anything about her. We don’t like her.”
“So, Carlotta, what
do?” Zach asked. He surprised himself with the voice, it sounded almost
adult. “I know Bruce can’t go home. I can’t keep getting bitten every
or is it you, fucks me in the middle of the night. Who’s beating me?”
“I thought you
Bruce’s voice said. “I was only trying to give you what you like.”
“Bruce, is that
asked. Bruce was staring at him, that familiar sparkle in the eyes.
“Oh, shit! Who have
“Oh, fuck! God damn
told her I was going to take care of it. I told her to keep out of
does she have to butt in every time? She wouldn’t let me go help Jerry.
her. Ask her, she’ll tell you.”
“Bruce, Bruce! Calm
Zach said. He was up and around to the other side of the table. He
into a tight embrace and felt the other boy’s heart racing. “Oh, god,
had no idea. I thought it was all pretend.”
“No, it’s not
said from Zach’s shoulder. He pulled away, but hung his head to keep
away from Zach’s gaze. “Do you like her?”
“She wants to have
operation, or she’s only teasing me. I can’t tell anymore.” Tears were
dribbling down his cheeks.
“I’ll do whatever
Zach said. He pulled Bruce back and held him close.
He thought of
wondered if he’d been a little more assertive maybe Steven would be
was going to have to step up to the plate on this, ride the horse
was a saddle, or not. Bruce needed help and he was the only one
wondered if Paul knew. Then he wondered if Paul needed to know.
“Should I meet your
psychiatrist, you know, to let her know we’re living together?” Zach
“You’ve already met
Bruce said. “I go to Doctor Cunningham, too. She knows we’re living
Carlotta told her.”
“You like Carlotta,
“She’s been nice to
Bruce whispered as if afraid to acknowledge the power the older woman
Zach knew he was
have to talk to Doctor Cunningham soon. It was one thing to think the
you’re living with is getting off whipping your ass, biting your neck
shoulders, fucking you senseless in the middle of the night, and quite
to realize it wasn’t him all along, but some alternate personality.
It was funny in a
it was Carlotta fucking him. He was actually being fucked by a guy who
to be a woman. It was almost like being fucked by a woman with a dick.
Damn, I’m fucking
thought. I’m as bad as the rest of them.
boyfriend wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
But, was he a wuss,
a wimp, a
bottom boy willing to do anything to have a dick up his ass? He
remember if he’d ever fucked Jeremy. He must’ve done it. Was it always
the bottom? They hadn’t been going together that long for him not to
something like that, but he couldn’t remember having his dick in
Bruce was softly
“Come on, let’s go
bed, we’ve still got a few hours to sleep,” Zach said. He looked at
lean, muscular body and wondered if he wanted to fuck him. Would they
which one of them was being fucked? Was Carlotta going to whisper in
‘Give me your all, big boy?’ Or, was he as screwed up in the head as
Was he only able to fuck girls, or was Carlotta playing with his mind,
seemed to do with Bruce?
Author’s Note: Wow!
didn’t see that coming down the ol’ imaginary path. Carlotta sounds
doesn’t she? I don’t know where this shit comes from, but I’m not
Once again, I have
progressed like I wanted to, but at least we’re closer to the birthday
Maybe next time, we’ll actually get there.