Date: Wed, 30 Jun 2004 08:45:17 -0700 (PDT) From: Larry Butler Subject: To Submit: Vernon, Gene, and Me 2 Vernon, Gene, and Me, Too Practicumscribe@yahoo.com I'd had my first sexual experience and there had been no bells, whistles, or for that matter, stars flashing or strobes strobbing. If not for the fact I couldn't breath and I was having either a stroke or a heart attack, it wasn't such a big deal, except there for a minute or two I left my body and had some sort of a Zen experience that transported me through the universe and made time stand still. "You okay?" Vern asked, after lying across the bed, placing his face on my thigh as he looked up at my face. "What me? Oh, I'm just fine. How about you?" I said, trying to mask the fact I was still having trouble getting my breath. He stretched his arms out across both of my legs and kept looking at me until a smile filled up his face. He looked so much like a little boy just then, I wasn't sure which of us was more enraptured by the experience we'd just shared. "You never did that before?" "Me? No, not exactly. How can you tell something like that about a guy?" "You tried to hold it back. I could feel you tensing up once you were ready to... you know. Then, you shoved it down my throat and started fucking my mouth like you were a prize bull." "I did that? I didn't do that. I guess I did do that," I said in an argument with myself. "It seemed like the thing to do at the time." "Yes, you did and yes it was." I wasn't clear on what I had done. I had some sense of where my sleep over might end up, but I thought it was just a fantasy I was having. I never thought he might be having it, too. I had lots of fantasies about a lot of things, but none had ever moved beyond my mind until now. I wasn't all that clear on what it meant or what I should do next. "You do this much?" "No," he said. "Not so much." "You want me to do it to you?" "I won't lose any sleep if you don't, but yeah, that's how it usually works if two guys like each other that way." He rolled onto his back, placing the back of his head against my thigh. He was no longer hard. All his muscles were relaxed. Watching his big chest pump air was something to see. He moved his arm up so that his hand was touching my hand and then our fingers locked together. The last time I had held hands with anyone was on an elementary school field trip, when the teacher made us hold each other's hand so we couldn't get lost alone. It wasn't the same. "Did I do okay?" I asked after an uneasy silence. "Yes, you did." "I don't know what to do," I said. "You'll figure it out." "How'd you figure it out?" I asked. "A guy on the la cross team taught me most stuff." "You do it with other La Cross guys?" "No! Well, yeah, but I wasn't on the team then. These were older guys." "You weren't on the team but you did it with la cross guys, as in more than one?" "Yeah. The one guy had friends he wanted me to meet." "Were you as young as me then?" "No, younger. I was going to a la cross camp given by the high school coach. It was for a couple of weeks one summer. I met Gene and we started going out." "You knew he was gay?" "He's not gay," Vern objected. "I didn't know anything. One thing led to another. We drank some beer and then decided to jack each other off. All male bonding rituals as far as I was concerned." "I never jacked anyone off. Billy Simmons and I played with each other's dicks when we were ten or so, but he's had a girlfriend ever since then. I don't guess he liked it as much as me." "That was just curiosity. Lots of guys are a lot more curious about other guys than the law allows." "He's got a girlfriend," I argued. "Yeah, you said. You ever think about looking him up?" "He's got a girlfriend," I argued. "Oh yeah. You said," Vern said. "You just never know what's on a guy's mind though. Want to run over to the mall?" "Don't you want me to...." Vern was immediately pulling on his baby blue bikini underwear. He yanked his shirt on over his head and was buttoning his jeans before I was ready to leave his bed. "I thought...," I said. "There's plenty of time, Ted. You are still staying the night?" "Yeah. Unless you don't want me to." "Well go to the mall and get pizza and then come back here." "I've only got three bucks," I said. "My treat. You're my guest." "But you already... why are you being so nice to me?" "Because I can be. You're cool but I think you better put your clothes on. The odds are if you go like that, you won't come back with your virginity intact." "But didn't we just... I mean... whatever you say." I wasn't sure how to ask him what I wanted to know and while I would have blown him without a lot of coaxing, he didn't seem all that interested and I wasn't as horny as I had been before going up to his room. I felt somewhat like I hadn't fulfilled my obligations to someone that had just done what he did, but we were on our way before I could give it much thought. Vern seemed no different than before. He cracked jokes and talked about playing la cross. He asked me what I liked to read and what movies were my favorites. When we reached the mall, he held the door open for me. I was now conflicted about each thing he did. I remembered the first magazine I had looked into and the way he had questioned me about fucking someone up the butt hole. It occurred to me that he wanted to fuck me. He was a big strong guy that had raging hormones and now he'd given me a blowjob and he hadn't allowed me to return the favor. Now he was holding doors open for me and buying me pizza. I had given a quick thought to getting fucked up the ass when I first saw the pictures demonstrating it. The idea didn't have much appeal. There was something to be said about the guy who was packing the babe's butt hole with rock hard dick. I didn't see that as a totally bad idea, but, except for a picture, there wasn't much for me to go on. Taking a dick up my ass hadn't been on my to do list previously, and now I wondered if it was on Vern's and I wasn't sure what I'd do if it was. Like so many other questions in life, there was no way for me to ask this one without appearing to be stupid or worse. I was sorry I hadn't jumped on Vern's dick when I had the chance. Now he was taking me on a date and no doubt expecting some reward once it was over. The food court was always a madhouse on Friday nights. We had to wait in line for ten minutes to order the pizza. We sat with our sodas and made small talk. Nothing had changed as far as I could see but I had changed. I wasn't certain how but Vern's interest in me made me feel good but now I felt suspicious and a little bit used. "Do you like pizza a lot?" I asked. "It's my favorite food group after hamburgers and milkshakes." "Me too! You want to play some video games while we wait?" I asked. "I've got some tokens from last time I was here." "You come up often?" Vern asked. "Yeah, I guess." "Save your tokens. The pizza'll be ready in a few. Maybe we'll look at the movies once we eat. I bet we'll find something we can agree on." "Okay," I said. "You shouldn't spend all your money on me." "It's okay. I was planning on taking you out. We can't spend the weekend... in my room." "The weekend." "If you want. We can call your parents and say you're staying until Sunday." "Cool! I don't want to be a pest." "Not likely, Ted. You're anything but a pest. I like having you around." The pizza was good. They'd developed an art to quick crispy pizza. There was just enough cheese and tomato sauce to suit me. It was half gone two minutes after Vern brought it back. We smiled at each other as we stuffed our faces. I liked being with him. "You still eat like a man possessed," someone said from behind me. Vern looked up and had a pleased look on his face as he pulled the pizza away from his mouth. "Old habits are hard to break," Vern said. "Where's Brenda? I figured you'd be with her." "Popped out another kid yesterday. She's been out of circulation for a month. That makes meeting you a break for me " "Oh, Gene, this is my friend Ted. Ted, this is Gene." I was a bit shocked when I turned to see a mid-twenties guy with short dark curly hair who wasn't much taller than I was. Gene had serious freckles and was pretty wide across the shoulders. He was way heavy for a kid but he wasn't one and so he was just a big guy if you didn't consider how tall he was. "He play la cross?" Gene asked. "Nah, just a bud. Sit." "Okay, but only for a minute. Hey, everyone should play la cross," Gene said to me. "Someone's got to watch," I insisted. "Yeah, that's true," Gene agreed. "What's up?" Vern asked. "Same oh same oh. Had to get away from the house. Brenda's driving me nuts." "She's home already?" "Yeah, my HMO insisted on it. She came home this afternoon and hasn't stopped asking for things all day." "Boy or girl?" Vern asked. "Another girl," Gene said. "Is this one yours?" "You're lucky you got all those muscles, Jack. I'd rip your head off for saying a thing like that if I didn't think you could kick my ass." "Gene!" I said, putting two and two together. "That Gene?" Gene looked at me and then looked at Vern. "Yeah, that Gene." "He's married?" I asked. "His wife is," Vern said. "Oh, you're asking for it. What did you tell him?" Gene inquired. "You remember RC Greene, that red headed kid that was on the team your senior year?" "You would bring up RC. Yeah, I remember him. He's a hard kid to forget. Dumb as a post with a dick a foot long." "Didn't Brenda get pregnant the first time right after RC screwed her?" "Yeah, don't remind me. Brenda's still talks about his dick." "I remember. Did you ever figure out if Tanya was his or yours? How old is she now?" "She's five. She's got freckles but both RC and I got freckles. He was only a freshman that year. He wasn't going to marry her and I was already thinking about it." "You'd been with her for quite a while even then." "Yeah, hard to find anyone as cool as Brenda. We're made for each other." "Ted is staying over. You want to come up for a few?" Vern asked. "We're about to head out." "Vern, you know better. I should get home to Brenda. She'll want some tea or crackers or something by now." "Whatever. Come on Ted. Nice seeing you Gene. Tell Brenda I said hey." "Yeah," Gene said, following us as we left the food court. "You know I can't stay long. You got any beer." "It doesn't take beer anymore, Gene. You should have figured that out by now." "I like beer," Gene said, walking behind us. "I'm in training," Vern said. "Yeah, if I go home half lit, Benda'll have a shit fit." They talked as we walked. It was more banter than conversation. There was a strong sexual content to most of what they had to say to each other. I wasn't sure what was going on but I wasn't done with Vern yet and now Gene was in the way. I knew they knew each other but Vern and I had started something I wanted to finish without an audience. "Well, hello, Gene," Vern's mom said as we came in the house through the kitchen. "How's Brenda?" "Fine. She just had another kid," Gene said. "Another one. That's what, three?" She asked. "Yes um. That's three all right." "Your father is in the den. Stop and say hello. He's always asking me about Gene," She said. "Okay," Vern said and we did and it was like one big happy family, only I suspected Vern's mom and dad had no idea what Gene and their little boy had been up to. Vern locked the door as quick as we got into his room. He stood there looking at Gene and Gene was staring right back at him. "What about him?" Gene asked, and I was the only him left. "He doesn't know anything. I mean he's cool with it and all but he's never done anything." "I don't mind. I mean if you don't," Gene said. "He's just learning what it's all about, Gene. I thought if he saw... well, you know what I like." "I believe I remember, Vern," Gene said, pulling off his shirt and unfastening his shorts and letting them drop on the floor. He didn't have any underwear on underneath and he had this short fat hard dick with a very shapely head topping it. He had dark curly hair everywhere but no muscle anywhere, except maybe the one between his legs. "Let's don't waste time. I haven't had anything in weeks," Gene admitted. "Get on the bed. I'm glad I ran into you." Vern had shed everything but the baby blue bikinis by the time he got to the bed. He sat on the edge and stripped out of those. His dick was also hard. He reached into his nightstand and handed a cellophane package and tube of lube to Gene. "Come on, Vern. I don't use these," Gene protested. "I don't know where you been," Vern said. "Put it on." "Well at least blow me first. Get it slick so it slides better. Oh, yeah, I forgot. You don't like blowing guys. What about your friend," Gene said, squeezing his dick until it was even fatter. "Come on kid. Give Stumpy some help." "I don't think so," I said, watching them prepare for whatever it was they had in mind. I would have been pissed at Vern if I weren't so curious. I realized these two went back a ways and I had a hunch there was more going on than I knew and I was willing to wait to find out what it was. Besides, I still had something to give to Vern. "You don't do anything you don't want to do," Vern said to me. "Never." "I won't. Not with him." "Well, one of you got to get me going," Gene said, and Vern moved down until he was seated on the bed in front of Gene. He grabbed Gene's dick and pulled him close enough to suck in the head of his dick. "When's the last time you took a shower anyway," Vern asked, backing off quick. "Brenda's out of commission. I guess a week." "I'll get it wet and you put on the rubber and the lube," Vern ordered. "You'll never change, Gene." "Get on your hands and knees," Gene said, after he got everything ready. I had already figured out what I was watching but I wasn't sure why. Gene moved onto the bed behind Vern and kneeled in between his legs. For a minute or more they spent time getting themselves in the proper position and then Gene was moving in as Vern accepted his dick with a few soft-moaning sounds. It was an odd picture, Vern the muscular handsome stud and Gene, who was very average at best, but there was a certain symmetry in their motion. Gene stayed kneeling behind Vern as he began to fuck him. It was mostly a mechanical response to the stimulation. It was all quite slow and easy, except Gene's hands ran up and down Vern's sides and then up and down his thighs, and then he'd push himself all the way inside and grasp Vern's thighs to pull him hard back on his dick. Without any warning Gene lie forward until his chest lie on Vern's back and then he slid his hands up Vern's stomach and across his chest until he grabbed the spot on each side of Vern's neck. Gene's ass started to pump faster and they both started to breathe heavy. Gene, each time he thrust all the way forward, he made a muffled ugh sound. The faster he fucked the faster each ugh. Vern shot out a blast of air each time Gene hit bottom. It still was a mystery just why Vern allowed his ass to be treated so roughly. I watched rivulets of sweat appear on Gene's back as he quickened the pace. Soon the sweat was running down onto his ass and into his ass crack. His chest was pressed against Vern's back as the bed rocked and squeaked gently. It didn't seem particularly hot in the bedroom but then again, I did have a hot flash every now and again. Gene came back on his knees after he had fucked Vern this way for five or ten minutes. He turned Vern on his back, letting his legs rest on his shoulders, and he slipped his dick back inside. Once more they rocked and rolled and huffed and puffed. Sweat rolled down Gene's face and chest and Vern was sweating almost as hard. Once again they kept at it for five or ten more minutes, until Gene slipped down on the bed beside Vern, rolling him up on his side as quick as they came apart. They were both on their sides, facing me, as Gene carefully steered his hard thick dick back up Vern's ass. Gene held him around the chest for leverage or fondness and went back to work. Vern's kept his eyes closed, acting as if I wasn't there. Gene's dark eyes were on me as he humped rhythmically but still making the same noise as he did it. "You guys going to be long. I can always get lost if you like," I offered. Vern's eyes opened and they were on me. "No! You're staying tonight. Remember?" "I don't have any trouble remembering. You seem to be the one with the short memory. You asked me over." Gene was obviously listening but it didn't disturb his mission. He kept his eyes on me and his arms around Vern. "You didn't seem to be too sure of yourself. I figured if you saw some stuff... it'd be easier on you." "What, I'm listed under instruction manual in your phone book now?" Gene quipped. "He can join in if he likes. I can fuck him too." "No you can't," I objected strongly. "Oh, we've taken up with a little straight boy have we, Vernon?" "I'm not little," I argued. "He's not little," Vern agreed. "Ah, we're not all that straight either it seems." Gene's motion stopped at a point when he got himself completely inside Vern. His hairy balls and hairy legs were only a little more hairy than his stomach. His chest wasn't so much a chest as it was an expansion of his belly. While he wasn't fat, he sure wasn't skinny, and forget about him being in shape. There was no shape to him, maybe roundness with bounce to all of his parts. Vern was hairy compared to me but his hair blended in with his muscles and his bulk. It was a nice accent to a great bod. Seeing Gene next to him made Gene appear all the worst for wear. I was certain I didn't want to let myself go like that and I didn't want Vern to ever get like that, but I didn't think he could. "So you're... Bi-sexual?" I quizzed, after a respectable lull in the conversation. "What? No! I'm married," Gene complained. "Who is this guy and why is he watching us fuck?" "Be careful. He's a friend of mine," Vern said. "Oh, and I'm chopped liver now?" "You are my teacher and Ted isn't sure about what goes where when." "I have no difficulty with what goes where. My difficulty is when it should go there, but I can see you two don't have any difficulty with that, and teachers get three to five for fucking their students," I reminded them. "He's not that kind of teacher," Vern said. "I like this kid. He's a pistol. You just need to learn not to take the world too seriously, kid." "What kind of teacher is he then?" "He taught me most of what I know about sex. He taught a lot of guys all they know about sex." "Remember that first time? What was the movie we went to see?" "Look Whose Talking, and you got me drunk and fucked me on the front seat of your parents car." "You weren't drunk," Gene said. "I was drunk. You were high." "Yeah, but you didn't know what I was. You couldn't wait to get my pants off me and your dick up my ass." "Some guys might be pissed that someone got them drunk to fuck them," I said. "Yeah, well, he's not that guy," Gene said. "I'm still not sure which of us likes it more." "What about your wife?" I asked. "What about her. I fuck her. The evidence is everywhere." "No, weren't you going with her when you were fucking Vern?" "Sure, she only knew I was fucking guys. I let a couple fuck her in order to fuck them." "RC Greene," Vern said, laughing. "The things you did to that boy. I don't know why he put up with it." "Pussy. The kid was addicted. He'd do anything I said as long as I let him fuck Brenda a couple of times a week." "She didn't object?" I asked. "I didn't object to her father and brother fucking her," Gene explained. "Get out of here. Fathers don't fuck their daughters and brothers don't fuck their sister," I reminded him. "Yeah, well, that might not necessarily be true," Vern said. "You'd be surprised what brothers will do." "Oh, you're fucking your sister now," Gene said. "No, I don't have a sister, but I had a brother who was here until he was nineteen," Vern said bluntly. "You only thought you got there first, Gene." "What's that mean?" I asked. "Gene wasn't the first one to fuck me and I poured most of the beer out that night, but I already knew he was going to fuck me." "You're brother's gay?" I asked alarmed. "Ken, fuck no. He's straight as they come. Horny, too. He was fucking me the last year or so he lived at home. I don't remember how long." "He's older than I am," Gene said. "He left the year before I fucked you." "Nearly two years," Vern said. "He's twenty-five now. My parents wanted a girl and they kept trying, until they finally had me. Got to be careful what you wish for, huh?" "You never told me that before," Gene said. "Why didn't you ever tell me that?" "You knew Ken then. I didn't think it would go over all that well if you said something to him." "Why'd you let him do that?" I asked confused by it all. "I use to climb down out of my top bunk to get in bed with him," Vern said. "I love my brother. We were really close. He looked out for me." "You can say that again. You've never talked about it before," Gene said. "I thought I got your cherry." "Nope! We don't ever talk, Gene," Vern said. "One night I climbed into bed with him and I wake up and his dick's up against my ass. I grabbed a hold of it. I guess he was getting older and more mature. It immediately got soft and I went back to sleep. I woke up later on and there it was again. I started squeezing it. This time it stayed hard and when I let go of it, it was right up against my crack. I slipped off my underpants to get closer to it and then he took off his and I moved back against him until it was in the crack of my ass again. Man, it was warm and I got faint. I never felt anything like that. I wasn't scared though and I knew my brother wouldn't hurt me no matter what." "You never told me all this stuff," Gene objected. "Yeah, well, you are a lot of things, Gene, but not someone I look up if I want to talk. Somehow I got the idea of putting him up against my butt hole. I just felt it and let it rub there. Maybe by accident or maybe because it felt good, but one thing led to another and then it happened every night for a long time. Mostly we did it on our sides, but a few times he laid on top and I was face down on the bed. That's after I got use to it. Him and I never talked about it either, Gene." "You let Gene put his dick in your ass and you don't talk to each other?" I asked. "You let your brother do it and didn't talk to him about it. Hey, Ken, what's up with your dick being up my ass all the time?" "What's to talk about. He likes getting fucked and I like fucking. Ken probably liked it, too." "And you're not bi? You're fucking gay," I blurted out. "No... not really. I don't fall in love with guys. I screw guys because they like it." "Does he ever," Vern said, looking fondly back at Gene, who was still buried inside him, after we'd been there about an hour. I didn't get it. I wasn't sure what Gene got out of it except a load of cum, but the look on Vern's face told me he was more than a little fond of his friend. He let his arm rest over Gene's side and it was some kind of a reverse hug that was quite lovely to see. Gene showed nothing, said nothing revealing other than, when his dick got hard he liked using it on whomever, pretending it was all mechanics to him; you do thus and so and you get off, and then you get off of whoever you're fucking and go home. I didn't buy it. He did it too often with too many for him not to like it a lot. I wasn't any expert on having sex, but all my fantasies were about loving and being loved and what I was seeing wasn't that. I didn't know how Gene got the way he was but something caused him to see sex as something you needed to do a lot. "I wouldn't give you an A for loyalty," I said, after some contemplation. "What's that crack mean? I've been with Brenda for eight years and I've been fucking Vern for six. I'm pretty fucking loyal kid. You let me fuck you and in six years, I'll still be fucking you if you're still around." "I don't think I could fuck that long without a break," I said. "I like him," Gene said. "You should get naked and blow us and then we'll fuck you for laughs." "I think I like my sex in smaller doses, thank you," I answered. "Besides, you haven't finished fucking him yet." "He's a wise ass. You're a wise ass kid. What's he doing here?" "Watching you, Gene," Vern said. "Watching the professor." "Why are you letting him watch us?" "So he knows what I like and how it's done." "You're fucking using me," Gene said with outrage in his voice. "Like you used me, RC Greene, Tim Collins, and a hundred other guys." "But you like it," Gene objected. "Maybe fifty guys." "For different reasons than you do. I want to be able to talk about it with Ted. There are some things I've never learned to talk about. I've gone without because I can't ask a guy to fuck me, even when I knew he would and wanted to. I still feel like I'm not quite a man for letting a dude fuck me, even if it is what I like. I want to know that the guy I'm with respects me and cares about what I think and feel. That ain't you, Gene. You know how to fuck better than anyone I known, but it ain't you. You and my brother are part of the reason I could never talk about it. It was this big secret that never happened, except it did happen and I had the sore asshole to prove it." "I'll be. You want to have crumpets and tea with your sex. How about we do instant replay and discuss our technique," Gene said. "Call in the coaches for comment. The world is going nuts. I've been fucking you for six years and we never talked about it. We just did it. I fucked dozens of guys and none of them every wanted to talk about it once it was over." "Well, I do. It's important to me," Vern said. "I've always wanted to talk to you about it. I've always wanted to know if you gave a damn about me. I've never had the courage to ask before. Now, I met Ted and I see him trying to figure it all out. I'm not going to just let him fuck me and go home and not know if I felt anything for him or cared that he felt something about me. I'm not doing that anymore, Gene. I don't have to. I'll knock a guy on his ass in the middle of a la cross game and go head to head with him if he wants to fight over my right to do it, but I can't ask a damn guy that's fucking me if he likes me or if he's just getting off on my ass." "I won't ask you Gene. I know the answer, but I love you the way you are and so it's okay you pretend you don't feel anything beyond what your dick feels." "You make me sound like a walking dick," Gene objected. "It is your best part," Vern answered. "I don't want him... I don't want Ted to not talk to his lovers. I want him... Ted to be able to say what he feels and what's on his mind. I like him and I want him to know the difference between knocking off a piece of ass and making love to someone. Gene, you still just knock off a piece ass and that's fine. You are very good at it. You do it with style and with a flare, but in the end, you're still just knocking off a piece of ass. This time you're doing it for me instead of for you." "Thank you. I think," Gene said. "I like you, Vern. I like you a lot," I said, losing all sense of my disconcerted feelings created by watching the boy I like having sex with a man I didn't know. practicumscribe@yahoo.com