Date: Sat, 11 Mar 2000 20:39:54 EST
From: Begmealot@aol.com
Subject: adventures of tray and jay 35

"Adventures of Tray and Jay 35"

PART 35: BLIND BEAUTY

I'm a mellow kind of guy, I think.  I mind my own business.  I don't give
people shit, mostly, unless they need it.  I know who I am, and I don't
care who doesn't like it.  I see beauty in things, little things, you know,
maybe so small that most people never even notice these things are even
there, never mind that there's more than meets the eye.  And that's what
makes me saddest of all, okay, that people are walking around, on their
own, with eyes in their heads that work, and they might as well be blind.
No, I take it back, that aint fair to those who really are blind.

I was really deep into one of these moods where I get all choked up over
anything, it doesn't matter how stupid, and it was cold and windy out with
ice blowing through the air and the whole works, only I was loving it.  I
was so damn happy to be alive it hurt.  I love the brace of a gust of wind
in the dead of winter and how it sucks your breath away, you know.  I do, I
can't help it.  Lots of people bitch and moan about it, I go nuts and want
to just walk and walk til I drop in it!  That's why I walked to school that
day, anyway, besides how dangerous a scooter can be in slush.

I was on my way to get a big old latte, the only thing that could possibly
make my day better, when up ahead maybe 50 yards, near the big
intersection, I see three guys ganging up on another one, in fact they've
got him down on the ground in the snow and they're rubbing his face in it.
Then what I saw made me sick, it did, I mean it, I really thought I'd puke.
One of the punks stood up with something long and thin and white in his
hands, and he held it up over his head like a fucking trophy and went to
bending it at both ends, only it would snap back, he couldn't break it, but
he didn't want to, okay, he's laughing the whole time.  I mean, I could see
him laughing even if I couldn't hear him.

That's when I snapped what the thing in his hands was and felt the most
awful rush of horror and rage I hope I ever have to experience.  No shit.
That thing in his hands, his damn trophy, was a cane for the blind, and I
didn't even know I was doing it right off, okay, I was just running
full-tilt for that intersection, and my eyes were watering bad, but I saw
the three punks take off, and the one with the cane threw it at the guy on
the ground.

Halfway there.  The blind guy was on his feet already, bent over groping
for the cane, and people were passing him, staring, for God's sake,
nobody's doing a thing to help, and I started calling out to him,
screaming, so now people are staring at me like I'm crazy, right, they're
not even seeing the blind guy who's just had the shit knocked out of him
and can't find his cane.  Only, he found it, and he's trying to look cool,
right, stay calm, I see it all even though I'm still a ways off, and
then...oh, no, God, no...

"STOP!  STOP HIM!  GODDAMNIT, ARE YOU FUCKING BLIND, PEOPLE, STOP HIM!"  I
screamed it at the top of my lungs, but all the idiots would do is veer
away from me like I've got something that might catch!

That's when the blind guy stepped into the intersection and made for the
shortest course all the way across, and cars were going both ways, okay, my
breathing stopped but I kept running hard, and when I hit the corner he was
smack in the middle of the intersection with cars swerving and skidding all
over trying not to run him down...but nobody thinks to, I don't know,
STOP maybe?  Jeez!  So I was dodging cars and part of me wished I couldn't
see them either because it was terrifying.  I was never so scared in my
entire life.

But I know the blind guy was even worse.  He had stopped and had his cane
up in front of him in both hands, and he was just turning around in
circles, swaying like he was drunk maybe, and right when he was ready to go
down in front of this truck coming along nice and fast, I grabbed him.  The
poor guy really freaked then, I don't even want to think who he thought I
was, until I coughed and...

" 'S'okay!" I said, only I didn't really feel it yet, you know, we weren't
out of danger yet.  Then the signal changed the other way, and I helped him
over to a median where we caught our breaths a little before crossing in
the crosswalk the rest of the way.  I saw his face clear for the first time
and wanted to die, he was so petrified he couldn't talk.  His eyes were
bugged out, and they were so pretty and powder blue I couldn't believe they
were blind.  His skin was pale and smooth, and his nose was running bad and
freezing up down over his lips and chin.  And he was only about my age with
long, black hair.

My legs were numb from the run and all, and his teeth were chattering, so I
guided him to this covered brick entrance to an abandoned office and just
sighed in total release of tension.  My breath hit him in the face, and he
closed his eyes and swallowed and licked his lips ^Ö uh-oh! ^Ö and
sagged so I had to grab him again, my arms all the way around him.  He
wasn't very heavy, but shit, he's taller than me by a few inches.

"Hey, hey!" I said real loud, and he opened his eyes and seemed to see me.
"What's your name, anyway?"

He smiled so beautiful I thawed out like that.

"Toby."

"Cool.  I'm Jay.  You're coming with me, man."

"Okay, Jay.  If you say so."

Oh, my God, the precious little fucker was all dazed and confused!

"You can fold that thing up, Toby, and put it away.  I've got you now.
Here, hold onto my arm.  Yeah, tight, that's it."

Man, it was a blast walking arm-in-arm with a dude like that!  People kind
of noticed but didn't know what to make of it because we were so young and
all, who knows what the fuck they thought.  All I know is they're lucky
they didn't give me any shit about it.  I'd've taken Toby's cane out and
really corrected their asses!  Part of me really wanted to, in fact, I'm
sorry, I admit it.

When we got to the old pad I could tell no one was there, which was weird
considering all the fags we got living there now that John joined the
family.  Oh, and fuck me!  Is he a hot bastard!  The way he looks at me all
the time just gives me a permanent hard-on, but he gives us all the sexy
eye that way so what the hell.  Believe it or not, I haven't even gotten in
his pants yet.  But never mind that, okay, jeez!

I helped Toby out of his coat and scarf and sweater and eased him down on
the old couch, and he still didn't seem eager to talk so I ran to the
kitchen and microwaved a couple mugs of cider and prest-o!  We're in
business.  Only Toby had a mess all over his face from his runny nose so I
looked around and snagged a pair of Tray's gray and blue Tommy's from
halfway under the couch, don't ask me what they're doing there, and cleaned
the boy up.  Something in the funny way that boy sniffed and frowned told
me he knew underwear when he felt them on his soft face, but he couldn't,
okay.  Anyway.

I tossed them over my shoulder and picked up a mug and held it near Toby's
face, and he grinned and took it from me and carefully tasted some.  When
he nodded he was so cute I wanted to hug him so I let my arm go around his
shoulders.  He leaned forward slowly and set the cider on the table and
then turned to me and...ohmygod!  He went to feeling my face with both
hands, all over, I mean every inch of my damn face and neck, and man, the
way his fingers were all warm suddenly and explored me real intimate, like,
well, fuck, I popped a bone right off.

"You're just a high school boy, aren't you?" he asked gently, and I cleared
my throat, thinking he'd never know for sure if I lied, right.

"Uh-huh," is all that came out of my stupid throat, though, and I barely
managed that much!

He closed his eyes and smiled real odd.  "Sixteen?"

"Only a couple more months," I said, going a little defensive.

"Don't be embarrassed, Jay, I can tell these things.  I just turned 17
myself.  You're very big...I mean strong...for 16."  He cleared his
throat fast.  "I mean almost 17."  His hands went very unshyly down over my
chest and to my legs which were spread comfortably, and they damn near
grabbed me...you know.  Fuck me.  "You don't talk like a football player,
Jay.  The other boys...oh, forget it.  Uh, they were football players.
But you...you're something different, not soccer...RUGBY!"

I sat there in total shock and silence.

"Right?  It is Rugby, isn't it, Jay?"

"Well, yeah, Toby, but...but how the hell?"

He sighed then and smiled real wistful, okay, and said, "Oh, Jay, if you
could see what I see when I touch you and smell you and hear your gentle,
if deep, young voice.  You're a little boy in a man's body."

"Yeah, whatever.  I guess."

That's when Toby took my hands and put them on his face and closed his
eyes.  He swallowed again and licked his lips again and left them parted
for me, okay, I swear it was like they were parted just for me, and I
couldn't help myself.  I was breathing hard and I know damn well Toby heard
me, and he had to feel my heat going closer and my breath on his lips right
before I did it.  I kissed him softer than I ever kissed any dude and felt
the thrill of it run through both our bodies, and I almost cried it was so
sweet.

"Come with me, Toby," I whispered and stood and took his hand and led him
to my bedroom.  Once he was sitting on the bed I stuck this DO NOT DISTURB
sign someone gave me as a joke outside the door and closed it, then locked
it to be sure, okay.  The lights were off, and I couldn't see a thing.  I
laughed.

"What's so funny?" Toby asked.

"Uhmm...just that I can't see."

"I can," and jeez, he really could, okay, because he came to me so fast I
jumped, and we stood there by the door groping, only it was real gentle
like that kiss on the couch, and I felt like a damn virgin again!  My dick
and nuts were on fire and all tickly, and my juice was slicking me up good
all over the place in my tight cords and Speedos, and when Toby squeezed me
there I had to grab his hand fast and push it away, even if he didn't
understand.

"I'm sorry, Jay, I thought..."

"Dude, you almost made me cream my pants, man!  I feel so stupid!  I
haven't been so hot and bothered since my...well, since my first time!"

"Well...then...you know how I feel, then...Jay."

I took his very long bulge along his hip in my hand and played with it so
softly, but he grabbed my wrist and stopped me just like I did to him, and
we laughed in each other's faces, and then we kissed again and I pushed
gently and eased Toby onto his back on the bed and then up til his head was
on my pillow.  I wanted to lay my weight on top of him but couldn't, we
were both so damn close to squirting!  So I crouched over him and ran my
fingers through his hair and sucked on his tasty mouth for maybe ten
minutes.

Slowly, in total flaming ecstasy, I took all of Toby's clothes off and
stood by the bed to take off mine while he lay there waiting for me in the
shared darkness, and then I lay beside him and rested my head on his chest
and heard his heart beat nice and even.  He played with my hair, even as I
went further down him and rubbed my cheek in his pool of precum and made
him spaz all over.

I licked some of it up, then off the tip of his cock, and Toby's back
jumped up off the bed.  I cupped his lightly hairy walnut balls in one hand
and ran my tongue down and back up the long shaft of Toby's rock and heard
that dude whimper like nobody ever made him whimper before, and it was so
cool I couldn't stand it!  I was set to explode!  He started tugging at my
hips, so I turned around and straddled him and carefully lowered my
dripping monster toward his face, and before I'd gone very far I heard a
definite gasp!  Yeah!  Oh, cool!

"Jesus, you do have a man's body, boy!" he groaned and swallowed me, and I
was already starting to blow so I took Toby's big piece the same way and we
both lost it together and throbbed off for the longest time.  It was wild.
I mean, it was what they call fucking exquisite!  The orgasm that rocked me
was so damn intense and boiling and hot and prickly that I thought I'd pass
out, and when I fell on my side Toby followed so his dick stayed planted in
my mouth and mine stayed put in his, and we just sucked and sucked til we
were totally up again.

Well, hell, the smell of his rich man stuff in my head and his funky,
sweaty balls and hairy crack made me go all light headed, okay, I mean it,
I was on my side and I felt like I was ready to fall over.  Toby shifted a
little and my nose went real close to his hole and it was so hot and wild
and sexy that I didn't even think, I just dove right in and made the poor
guy yelp!  Yeah!  He yelped, but he got back on his knees and offered it
all up to me awful fast, too.

I ate Toby so rough and wicked, both my hands clamped firm on his hips,
that all he could do was bury his face in the sheets between my legs and
moan his cherry ass off.  I swear it sounded like he was biting the damn
sheets, no shit, and making these animal grunt noises that only drove me
more insane.  I chewed on his furry bottom, then jabbed my tongue into him,
over and over, like that, til the boy was mine all the way.  I knew I owned
his ass, okay.

There's just this unspoken but clear as hell thing that happens between
guys, when one of them does stuff that sends the other over the edge, so
far over the fucking edge of stud pleasure that the dude who's soaring
where he's never been before beams this psychic message of delirious fag
gratitude straight into his partner's head.  I heard Toby loud and clear,
the way he gripped my ankles and grunt-groaned real fast and then licked
the inside of my leg all the way from my knee to my foot.

So, of course, I forced myself to stop slurping on his dripping ass and
scooted up and around til my monster fucker was wedged playfully where my
tongue had just been.  I caressed Toby's curved spine from that hot spot
right above his cheeks to his nape, and that boy wordlessly repeated his
earlier offer by reaching both hands behind him and opening his butt wide
for me.  I hawked a loogie in my hand and went to finger fucking him nice
and easy.

"Ohhhh, Jayyyy!  Ohhh, boy, I never thought anyone but me would do that!
Oh, my God, man, you're so much better!"

I pulled Toby's beautiful, long, black hair up in a ponytail behind him and
let my hand slide down its softness until it all slipped from my grasp and
fell down over his fine, sweaty shoulders, and while my one hand was busy
that way my other had my pecker and pointed it flush with the tight as hell
rim of his nervous boy butt.  My smaller head felt Toby pucker up good
then, and I grinned in the darkness.

"Relax, Toby, it's cool.  Do you trust me?"

"Uh-huh."

"Cool.  Just give it to me, man.  I want in you so bad I can still taste it
in my mouth.  Every time you feel yourself pucker up, take a deep breath
and let it out.  Okay?"

"Uh-huhhhh!"

I let another long wad of spit stretch from my riled mouth to my eager
boner and sloshed it all over with my nasty long boy fingers and leaned
forward, into him, a little more, and that time when he tensed he did what
I said and breathed in deep, then let it out slow, and I felt him trusting
me down there in the center of his hot manhood.  I popped it in, the big
flared head of my teenage cock, and Toby gasped and shuddered but didn't
freak out.

My hands on either side of his totally wet back, I massaged him, up and
down his torso, as my overwhelmed dick moved steadily further and further
up inside that sexy dude.  And he never made a sound, except for
swallowing, over and over, in excitement ^Ö and surprise that he was
taking all of me.  I mean, I've leveled off at 9" now, and that's an awful
lot of beef for any fag to eat all at once, let alone a cherry queer like
Toby!  But he took it, alright.

When my wet pubes stopped against his spit-lubed crack, I sucked in a
shocked breath and waited for him to scream, all delayed or whatever,
right.  But all he said was:

"Oh, my God, Jay, what the hell are you waiting for?"

Well, fuck me, so to speak, but I lost it then.  I could no longer be held
responsible for my actions after a line like that!  I pulled back fast like
I was taking it out, but then at the last second I rammed that ass fucker
all the way back up Toby's, and he cut loose this totally hot, manly wail
of happiness that drove me crazy.  I pumped it in and out, fast, and
slapped his sticky ass with both hands and felt his right arm jerking madly
by his hip.

I reached my left hand under him and rubbed his tight chest and belly and
then took his swinging nuts in my soft palm and cradled them there, that's
all, but I guess it did something to him, okay, because Toby panted this
lunatic, high-pitched way and I felt his whole body radiate this intense
wave of heat out to me, and then his dick was jumping in my hand.

Each throb of his orgasm made that thing swell and shoot, swell and shoot,
so damn many times I lost count, and some of his cum dripped onto the web
of my fist and got sucked down into the jacking action I was putting on his
happy peter.  Every time my spunk-oiled fist jacked another round out of
him, Toby spazzed all over and moaned all high and ragged and twitched off
again, all over his body, I mean, not just his big penis.

The smell of his fresh load all over the damn place made me crave a taste
of it, so I let my hand drop to the sheets and wiped some up and brought it
to my salivating mouth and licked and sucked on my dirty fingers and palm
until I felt my own load start to boil up inside me.  Toby felt it too
because he laughed that hoarse, post-orgasmic-fucked-in-the- ass man way.

I leaned over his back, and my weight forced him down on his stomach, and
my arms went under him til I had his shoulders in a death grip, and I bared
my clenched teeth and sprayed spit all over the back of his neck and head.
And that's when it all tripped in me, everything I'd stored up a long-assed
time, okay, all my pent-up frustrations and thoughts, all of it, and I went
off inside Toby.

I stopped breathing, the whole time I climaxed in my new buddy.  I shook
and shivered, every muscle in me drawn to the fucking snapping point, and
somewhere in there my teeth came apart and my gaping mouth buried itself in
Toby's damp neck where I panted off more and sprayed a lot of my spit on
him, sniffing his riled sex scent like it was all the damn air I needed to
breathe again, and that's when I started to breathe again.  I swear!

Toby was laughing all bad and wicked, okay, and it spread to me.  My
stomach bounced up and down off his hard back, and each time I laughed
Toby's butt muscles would clamp on me and I'd drip more of my juice in him,
and pretty soon I think he was doing it on purpose, alright.  Really.  He's
dirtier than he looks.

So I carefully rolled us both onto our sides because I wasn't ready to let
him go.  I needed to stay in Toby just a little longer, at least.  He felt
so warm and safe.  I licked some sweat off his neck and heard him breathe
harder.  I took his chin in one hand and pulled til his mouth came back
where mine could get at it, and we both kissed and swallowed, kissed and
swallowed, for the longest time.  It was so beautiful.

The front door opened and lots of feet stomped in, then the door slammed.
Someone headed this way but stopped by my door a few seconds.  I heard a
scoff sound, you know, snorting, and recognized Dylan boy.

"Fuckin faggot!" Dylan chuckled, and the other guys all laughed.

"You in the mood for an orgy, dude?" I whispered to Toby and kiss-licked
more of his sweat off him.  I swear, he tastes so damn good it makes me
droopy-eyed.

"Mmmm, maybe later," he said all throaty.

I was still hard.  Toby was still hard.  The door was locked, and there
were three horny teenage homos out there thinking about little Jay and what
he was doing locked in his room.

So I did it again.