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The Prince of Main Street
by Andrew Simon van Ryan
Alex Hoffrin, editing
all rights reserved
The afternoon sun coming through the window
above the bed had warmed the room, and we were
exhausted from lovemaking. Two or three hours passed
as we lay there, sleeping tight, snuggled up together.
I think we felt the presence of Heaven that afternoon.
It was on that day that we became lovers,
committed to each other and happier than either
had ever been before. We really did feel like “twin
brothers of different mothers.” After that day, when
one of us went someplace, the other was there with
him, just like twins. In the evening after we ate dinner,
Jesse and I went out in the backyard, and lay on
the grass talking. “I’m really scared about what my
dad might do to us if he every found out, Jesse. Are
you sure we don’t act like fa... I mean, act gay?”
“What do gays act like, Andy? My mom says that
one guy in every ten is gay. She did research about
it in college. She did that just before she got the
internship at the hospital. I’ve had a lot of talks with
her about liking boys. Last year, before we moved
here, she asked me if I liked girls. I said I might.
Then she asked if I liked boys better. I asked her,
‘What do you mean?’ and she said, ‘Are you
attracted to boys? Do you think you would like
having a boyfriend, or, would you rather have a
“What did you say? Did you even know what to
say?” I asked as my curiosity peaked. Jesse
continued, “I thought about it for a couple of minutes.
I knew that I had no interest in girls but I hadn’t
been with any boys before. So, I thought about it.
In my mind I had this picture of what turned me on.
What I saw was you, Andy. I saw you and I told her
I want a boyfriend. I want the boy I see in my mind.”
“Me? Really? What did she say then?” I queried.
“That’s when she told me that she had known I was
going to be gay, and that she had wanted me to
figure it out on my own before talking to me about
it. She told me there was nothing wrong with me
being gay. She said that people in this country are
sexually repressive, and it wouldn’t be easy, but she
was going to help me to be happy with who I am
and what I am.”
“What does sexually repressive mean?” I asked.
“Oh, it means that they’re against anybody doing
anything they don’t agree with or understand -
sexually, that is. Like, did you know we’re breaking
the law?” Jesse said turning to look at me. “Yeah, I
know. I heard that in health class. Pretty stupid, if
you ask me. Like, what’s wrong with two guys being
in love? Everybody has to love somebody, and I
don’t like girls. I never have,” came my admission.
“You never have!?” Jesse said with a bit of
excitement in his voice.” Wow! How cool! That makes
two of us! I knew it! I knew it when I saw you at Boy
Scouts that first time. You were the boy I saw in my
mind! It wasn’t just a dream! Andy, don’t you see?
We were meant to be together! This is so cool! Oh,
God, I love you,” and with that, he kissed me. A
flood of joy surrounded me. I felt wanted for the first
time. Here was my first love, this unbelievably cute
boy, and I find out his mom approves of us, and will
help us to be together as boyfriends! God I was
happy! To be young, gay, and in love with no fear?
What perfect joy!
It wasn’t easy for homosexual boys in 1967. The
year that Jimi Hendrix played “Purple Haze” and
the “Summer of Love” happened in Haight Ashbury
was a time when a fourteen year old boy
could get beat up, be sent to Juvenile Hall, or even
be killed for being homosexual. Jesse and I were
just fourteen. Our birthdays were almost exactly
six months apart, missing the mark by only a few
We were definitely homosexual. No doubt about it.
We had admitted to each other that neither of us
liked girls. In fact, we had never been interested
in girls at all! Being allowed to have our gay
with his mother’s approval, and to have his moms’ house
for our personal use three days a week was unheard
of in 1967.
Later, as I looked up at the stars in the sky that
night, I said, “that’s what I want. I want to be a star!
Jesse replied, “Like the Beatles?” “No. More like the
Rolling Stones,” I said. “They’re wilder! I like being
wild! Don’t you feel like we’re wild, Jesse - just being
two boys in love?” “Well, being in love makes me
feel great. Being with you makes me feel wild, and
being in love with a wild boy that makes me feel
great is ecstasy! I don’t know how I can feel this
good! I’ve never felt like I do now. Thank you, Andy!
Thank you for loving me! I’m the happiest I’ve ever
been in my life.”
“It’s getting cold! Let’s go inside,” Jesse said as
he stood up, brushing his jeans off, “Yeah, looks
like autumn is finally here,” I replied. “I hate this time
of year. Daylight savings time ends, and it gets dark
so early! When does the time change, anyway?”
“Next week, Andy. Hey, wanna drink some rum and
Coke?” Jesse started across the lawn for the door.
“You bet I do! Let’s play some music, too.” We hadn’t
played since we got home Friday, and it was our
favorite thing to do. At least it had been! “Okay,” he
said, entering the kitchen. He mixed us each a rum and
Coke and then we headed for the garage. I
sat at my drums as he strapped on his guitar. I
sipped my drink, and then played a few warm ups.
Jesse tuned his guitar over and over ‘til it was right.
“Okay, what should we play?” He asked. “Shapes
of Things,” I said. He nodded his head, and I counted
us in. With a quick fanning of his strings and an
open roll from me, we crashed into the song. Jesse
sang as he played, although I couldn’t hear him too
well. The speakers were pointed at him. The song
had a real strong feel to it. What I did hear sounded
way cool. “Hey, that actually sounded good!” I said
after we finished. “Yeah, this playing every weekend
is paying off! Now if we could just find a bass player,
we’d have a real band!” Jess said with a broad grin.
“ Let’s keep playing!”
We ran through all the songs we knew, and then
just jammed for about another hour. “Whew! I’m
beat! Let’s go in now. I gotta take a shower. I’m all
sweaty,” I told him as I slipped out from behind my
kit. “Yeah, I wanna take a Shower, too!” Jesse
replied. I glanced his way and saw he had this big
smile on his face. I immediately knew what he was
thinking. “You’re a pervert!” I said, giggling. “You bet
I am!” came his reply. “Come on, I’ll race you to the
shower!” We ran giggling down the hall, reached
the doorway to the bathroom, and then our
shoulders met as we attempted to enter at the same
time. Laughing, we fell through the doorway, and
onto the floor. I rolled over, and grabbed Jesse’s
Levis, pulling at the button fly. They popped open,
and he grabbed at my jeans. I started pulling his
sweatshirt over his head, “Hey, I can’t get to your
pants with my head in my shirt!” he said. “You’ll get
your chance,” I said, as I straddled him. His shirt
came off, and I pulled off his jeans. They revealed
his smooth, hardening rod. Just to tease him, I
quickly took it in my mouth, and started sucking him.
“No fair! he cried. “I want to suck your cock, too!”
“Okay” I said, standing up. I pulled my sweatshirt
up over my head, and Jesse grabbed my jeans,
pulling them to my ankles. I stepped out of them,
reaching for the shower knob. The water shot forth,
and I dropped to the floor.” Let’s get in,” I said, my
face just an inch from Jesse’s.
I pulled him up from the floor, and we stepped
into the shower. Both of us had hard-ons. I
adjusted the temperature as Jesse started
caressing me from behind. I could feel his hard cock
rubbing against the cheeks of my tight little butt.
“Hmm, that feels good Jesse. Kiss me.” I turned,
and he planted his lips on mine. The water sprayed
over us as we embraced. I reached down and began
jacking him off. He turned around, so his tight, boy
butt was pressing against my hard rod. He leaned
back against me, and I started jerking him off faster
and harder. “Oh, fuck, Andy! I’m cumming! Watch
me cum!” Jess shouted. I watched as his hips trust
forward, and his cum began squirting out.
The first spurt hit the shower
door, shooting with
such power that it hardly made an arc. Each spurt
shot with such force that it surprised me. He
groaned, “Oh, Oh,” with each pump of his cock. Six
or seven large spurts were followed by a few small
ones, finally being reduced to a stream lost in the
spray of the water. “Umm, Baby! That felt good!
Okay, Andy! I’m gonna do you now. Turn around!" I
turned, and he reached around from behind. My
cock was waving straight out in front of me, as
Jesse’s hand grasped it. "I wanna jerk the cum right
out of you!” Jess said, as he started pumping my
hard meat. “ Fuck, you’ve got a big cock!” “I think
it’s grown longer by an inch or more over the last
two days! I swear!”
I looked at my cock in his hand and it did look
bigger! “I think it’s ‘cause it’s getting used so much!
We must’ve cum twenty times already this weekend,”
I said while watching my cock get yanked.
“Oh, fuck! I’m cumming, Jesse! Make me
cum! Make me cum!” I shouted as my load
suddenly squirted out in a powerful stream. It shot
hard against the wall as my hips shook, and thrust
forward. I watched as stream after stream of my
cum hit the wall. Six, seven, eight,... I counted as
I continued pumping my boy love out in big spurts.
My orgasm left me suddenly weak in the knees,
and I dropped to them. Jesse’s hands slid up my
body across my chest, and to my shoulders. “Oh!
Fuck, yes! That felt too good! I thought I was going
to pass out!” I exclaimed as the water ran over my
head. “I love making you cum, Andy!” said Jesse,
massaging my shoulders and neck. We played a
bit more as we showered up, but not to where either
one came, just for the excitement of it.
We got out, and I dried him off as he dried me.
“Here,” he said, throwing me a pair of sweat pants.
He grabbed an identical pair from the closet for
himself, and we pulled them on. “Let’s go have a
couple more drinks”
I flopped on the floor in front of
the TV, while Jesse made the drinks. “What time is
it?” I said, looking over my shoulder. “Almost ten.
It’s only Saturday, so we can stay up late. “Jesse
said, returning with the rum-and-Cokes. ”Let’s stay
up and get drunk, okay?”
“You’re reading my mind, Boyfriend!” I said.
“Boyfriend!?” Jesse said, looking at me. “ I like
hearing you call me that! It’s true, isn’t it? I am your
boyfriend, aren’t I?”
“Duh! What’d you think?” I giggled. With that he
pounced on me, nearly spilling the drinks. We
giggled and squirmed around, finally getting our
drinks safely under control. The rum tasted good,
and within an hour we had finished off what was
left of the bottle. “I’m drunk,” Jesse said flatly. “Me
too.” I said with a slur. His head snuggled against
my shoulder as I ran my hand through his soft hair.
“I love you, My Boyfriend,” I said softly. I don’t know
if he replied, ‘cause we both drifted off to sleep. I
woke up to the TV test pattern, and a tone coming
from the set. I got up and switched it off. “Come on,
Jess. Let’s go to bed.” I gave him a little shake, and
grabbed his hand. He seemed to mutter something
as we walked down the hall to the bedroom. “What
did you say?” I questioned. All I could make out of
his mumbled words were, “...boyfriend.” I smiled as
I helped him under the covers, and slid in after him.
I put my arms around his smooth, boy, body and
rested my head on his shoulder. “Goodnight, My
Love,” I said.
We were still in that position when the phone woke
us with a start the next morning. Jesse jumped at
the phone. “Hullo?” I could tell he was really still
asleep. Suddenly, his eyes popped open. “Oh,... yes,
Mrs. van Ryan! Andy’s here! Just a second!” He
thrust the handset at me, and whispered, “It’s your
mom!” “I know!” I whispered, placing my hand over
the mouthpiece. I composed myself for a second,
and then put the phone to my ear. “Hi, Mom! What’s
“Hi, Andy. You didn’t call last night like you’re
supposed to. Is everything okay with you boys?”
Mom’s ever-cheerful voice chimed at me. “Yeah,
actually, it’s great here. We played last night, and it
actually sounded good! I think we’re getting better
at it!” I said, turning to Jesse, and winking at him.
My last line was intentionally meant to break Jesse
up. “That’s good, Andy. You boys keep practicing,
okay?” Mom said.
“Oh, no doubt! We’re going to
start practicing again in a few minutes,” I said,
smiling at my lover. “Aren’t we, Jesse?” “Yep!” he
said, pulling down the bed sheet to expose his hard
boy shaft. I practically laughed out loud.
“Andy, now please try to remember. You have to
call me once a day to let me know you boys are
okay. You’re to call right before dinnertime. That’s
what the agreement was. If you can’t keep your
promise, you and Jesse will have to stay here on
the weekends.“ Mom’s voice took on a serious note.
“Mrs. Dahlinger and I think it’s better if you look after
her house, but you have to play by the rules. I think
it’s best if you boys stay there, too. Your father
wouldn’t care for you playing your music here all
“I know, Mom. I’ll be sure and call on time,
I’m sorry,” I said quietly into the phone. “I’ll call you
“Okay, Dee, I love you, bye!” she said, and I
winced. “Bye, Mom. Love you too.”
“Oh, I hate it when she calls me Dee!”
I said after hanging up the phone.
“Why?” laughed Jesse. “Because my name is Andy!
Dee sounds like a girl’s name!” I was practically
shouting. With that Jesse fell out with laughter!
“I’ll get you!” I said, jumping across the bed.
“Okay, Dee!” he squeaked, as I landed on top of
him. I began tickling his sides, and he squirmed all
over the bed. “Don’t! Oh, don’t,” he cried as he
wiggled beneath me. “Okay, then kiss me, you
squealing little girl!” I said, and planted my lips on
his. “Uummrrrrr!” he was trying to speak, but my
lips took his words away and he melted into my
arms. I came up for air, and then stuck my tongue
in his ear. “Ooohh...yes, Andy,” he sighed. I slowly
started working my way down his neck, across his
chest, down the center of his stomach, over his
navel, down to where I felt the fine line of hair that
lead to his barely-sprouted pubic patch.
Neither of us had very much hair on our bodies.
Being older didn’t mean that I was any hairier than
he. We were equal in that department. My tongue
parted his scanty bush, and he let out a deep sigh
as I finally reached his cock. I slid my tongue up the
shaft to the swollen head. Just before I slid my lips
down his hard-on, I said, “Ready to practice?”
“Oohh, yes!!...” Jesse answered as my wet mouth
slid down over the entire length of his aching boy
rod. My mouth moved up and down the length of
his penis. I slipped off the end of the bed, and rested
my knees on the floor. His legs we’re dangling over
the edge of the bed, so I had full access to his groin,
with my hands, I started massaging his tight, little,
bubble-butt. This obviously turned him on, as he
started to thrust his cock into my mouth. I used my
tongue to swirl around the head of his boy shaft as
he pumped in and out of my mouth. “Oh! Fuck! Andy!
Get ready! I’m going to cum!” Jesse shouted as his
hips began to spasm and shake.
Load after load of sweet love batter shot down my
throat. I was really starting to love having the taste
of his cum in my mouth. As his orgasm subsided,
he thrust his hips forward to let me suck the last of
his issue from his cock. Then, as he collapsed in a
heap, he said, “Fuck, it just keeps getting better with
each time we do it! Now it’s my turn to get you off.
Lay down on the bed!” I jumped into the middle of
the bed, lying on my back. I started rubbing the shaft
of my already stiff cock. “How big is your cock,
anyway?” Jesse said, staring. “I don’t know. I never
measured it.” Jesse reacted to my words with, “Hey,
I got a ruler! Let’s measure it!” With that, he jumped
up and shot out the door, momentarily returning with
a ruler. ”Hold it out straight for me. Let’s see now....
Whoa! Holy shit! It’s like, a sixteenth of an inch
short of 8 inches!”
“Is that big?” I asked. “Yeah, it’s
big. Mine’s right at seven, maybe a bit less” came
his reply. “Well,” I stated, “It’s good that you’re not
any longer. You’d gag me to death if you were!”
“I mean it!” I said.
"Well, lay back, I’m going
to see how much of your cock I can fit in me.”
And with that, Jesse pulled something out of his
hand that I hadn’t noticed. “What’s that?” I asked.
“My mom’s K-Y,” he said, unscrewing the top. “What’s
it for?” I asked. “I’m going to put it on your cock,
then I want you to butt-fuck me,” Jesse said, looking
at me with a grin. “I heard that hurts!” I said. “From
who, Andy?” Jesse looked shocked. “Timmy, from
our scout troop,” I said.
“How does he know?” Jesse
asked, as he started to rub the jelly over my hard
cock. “Hey! That’s cold!” I said. “Let me know next
time you’re gonna do that! Timmy has done it with
about half the guys in the Troop,” I said. “At summer
camp. He had three guys fuck his ass in a row one
“Really?! Did you ever fuck his ass?” Jesse looked
at me, concerned. “No way!” I said.” He’s ugly!” Jesse
started laughing out loud. “Good! I think he’s an ugly
fucker, too! Besides, I want to be the first guy you’ve
ever fucked!” With that, he swung over me. He
positioned his tight butt over my waiting rod, and
then lowered himself onto me. “Don’t move. I gotta
go slow, or you’ll hurt me. Just let me get you in,
then we’ll see if it hurts too much,” he said, slowly
putting more pressure on. Suddenly, his little asshole
opened up, and the head of my cock slipped in, just
a little. He paused, and then started applying
pressure again. My shaft started to enter him, and
he let out a small, “uummm!”
“Are you all right?” I said, looking at his face. His
eyes were closed, but he said “Uh, huh. Just don’t
move.” He slid it in a little bit further, and suddenly,
his asshole opened. My lubed-up cock suddenly slid
deep in his ass, with a smooth slow movement. “Oh,
Oh!” Jesse moaned, and looked at the ceiling, eyes
closed. His beautiful butt cheeks bottomed out
on my hips, and he sighed. “Okay, just let me sit
here a second.” The feeling of his tight, boy hole
gripping my cock was beyond belief! I wanted to
fuck his ass, but he sat there, perfectly still. After
about a minute, he said, “Okay, I’m going to fuck
you.” He started sliding up and down on my slippery
meat, and I could see my cock going in and out of
his boy hole. The feeling was fantastic! He started
slowly increasing speed. “It doesn’t hurt, now. It’s
actually starting to feel good,” he said, opening his
eyes. I started breathing deep and heavily. His
speed was increasing, and he was starting to ride
all the way up and down my 8-inch member. “Harder,
Jesse. Harder!” I cried, and he responded.
I felt my hips slamming against his butt, now. He
started huffing deep breaths. “Oh, fuck me Jesse!
I’m cumming! I’m cumming in your ass! Ah, shit!” I
cried, as my orgasm let fly the first jolt. My load
shot from my cock and Jesse said, “ I can feel it! I
can feel you cumming! Cum in me! Cum in me Andy!
I Love you, Andy! Fill me with cum!”
Time disconnected. I was suspended in slow motion, as
my back arched, my hips rammed the full length
of my cock into his tight ass. I stayed thrust into him
as load after load of hot cum discharged from my
balls up through my shaft and into my lover.
Jesse squirmed about, impaled on my throbbing
cock. Then, just as suddenly, time reconnected
and I collapsed with Jesse falling on top of me.
“Huhhh, Oh, God! I’m still cumming! “I cried. My
cock gave two more heavy shots of wad into his
ass, and then started subsiding. He rested on top
of me for a few seconds, then smoothly pulled up
and let my cock slide out of him. “Oh, shit man!
Look!” he said. I looked down, and saw cum all over
my flat belly. “I came too! It actually began feeling
so good that you made me cum when you rammed
me with your cock! Shit! I didn’t know I could do
that by getting butt-fucked. How’d you like it? Did it
“Did it ever!” I exclaimed. “If we keep this up, I’m
going to cum to death!” Jesse let out a laugh, and
those eyes of his really started to dance. He slid up
next to me in bed, and said, “Let’s make out for a
while.” Two hours later we were asleep, tangled in
each other’s arms when the phone rang again.
Jesse jumped at the sound. He wasn’t fully awake
as he looked at me. “Answer it,” he moaned,
before plopping his head back down. I picked up
the phone, and my voice hoarsely crackled, “Hello?”
“Andy? Is that you, hon’?” I recognized his mom’s
voice, and sat up. “Hi, Mrs. Dahlinger! How are you?”
I squeaked out. “Are you all right, Andy?” she asked.
“You sound like you just woke up!”
“I did, actually. I went back to sleep after
Jesse opened one of his dreamy, green eyes, and looked at me.
“You did? Well, you should be up, Dear! It’s a quarter
to one! You boys didn’t drink, and stay up late did
“No, we only drank a little, and we were in bed
early,” I said, gazing at my lover. Suddenly both of
Jesse’s eyes popped open. He sat up with a start,
and mouthed the word, “Mom?” at me. I nodded
yes. She was starting to say something as
Jesse snatched the phone away from my ear. “Hi!
Mom?! It’s me!” he said practically shouting, “Guess
what? I’m in love! Yes, with Andy! Who did you think
I suddenly couldn’t breathe! I was trying
to speak, and draw breath at the same time! All
that I managed to do was squeak again! Jesse
looked over at me, those gleeful eyes of his shooting
out devilish sparks! “Yes! And guess what? He loves
me too!... He said he’s been wanting to for a long
time, but didn’t know what to say or do... Yeah, I
know, you were right. So were together now. I’m
gay and he’s gay...Yeah, but he’s worried about his
dad finding out...”
I must have started choking or wheezing, ‘cause
Jesse suddenly put his hand over the mouthpiece,
and said, “Are you okay?” I nodded my head in the
affirmative. “Huh? What?” said Jesse returning to
his conversation. “Yeah, we’ll both be here tomorrow
when you get home just like always... You do?...‘Bout
what?” Jesse frowned. “Oh, yeah. I forgot. Sure, we’ll
be here...Okay, Mom. I love you!” Then he turned to
me, and said, “Mom says she loves you too."
“Okay,” I managed to say.
“Okay. We’ll see you after school tomorrow. G’bye!”
He hung up the phone, and looked at me. “What’s
wrong, Andy?” “Nothing, I guess. I mean I guess I
just wasn’t expecting you to tell your mom that we,
uh.… that I, well,...” Jesse laughed. “What you’re
trying to say is that you didn’t expect me to be so
open about it with my mom, is that right?” To that I
sheepishly replied, “Yes.” “Ha! If you only knew how
many times she's asked if we were boyfriends yet!”
This said, Jess really began to laugh.
“She did?!” My surprise echoed in my words. “Yes,
Andy! She knows that we’ve been hot for each other.
It’s cool! She’s happy for us!” “She really is?” I said
and even more surprise sounded in my voice. “Huh!
I don’t believe it! Andy van Ryan, man-of-a-thousand-
words, can only say, ‘She really is?’ I don’t
believe it! What’s wrong with you? Are you still in
shock?” Jess laughed.
“I’m just not used to hearing you tell her
about us. I mean I didn’t know you were going to
say anything. ‘Cause my mom would scream and
start crying if I told her what you just told your mom.
Then we’d both get killed by my dad.” Jesse
straightened up, rolled over, and looked at me with
those twinkling eyes. “Yeah, but doesn’t it feel good
to know that it’s okay if we’re in love? Even if it’s
only my mom who knows, at least we don’t have to
keep it bottled up inside, a big dark secret. If we
need someone to talk to about being gay, she’s there
for us. And she really does love us, you know?”
“Really?” I asked, looking up from the floor. Jesse
could see I was beginning to cry again. “Oh,
Andy! Are you afraid again?” Jess said, taking my
head in his arms and pulling me towards him.
“No,” I said.
“Then what is it?” He looked me straight in
the face. In a shy way, I looked into his green eyes,
and said, “I’m in love with you.”
Jesse smiled at me before he spoke.
“Oh, Andy! I’m in love with you, too!” and then he kissed
To be continued......