Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2008 08:34:31 -0800 (PST) From: don mumford Subject: OLIVER AT COLLEGE ... FINAL CHAPTER by Donny Mumford The drive from Delaware to my parents' place normally takes about four hours. Stopping at the convenience store for some " junk food" hadn't taken very long so I'll be home about ten thirty. Can't wait to eat my dinner at the Townline Hoagie Shop.... that's gonna be my first stop. Then, let's see... tomorrow is Sunday so that's a family day...church and a day long visit with my parents. Watch a football game with Dad...tell Mom little "white" lies about my college friends, college activities, and so on....making sure not to mention the "gay" thing. Speaking of "gay", Christian will be arriving late Wednesday. Wonder if he's told Mom and Dad about his gay proclivities....better yet, wonder if he's bringing Daddy/Glen home with him....heh heh. What a riot that would be. Actually, I hope Christian hasn't had a heart to heart talk with the folks about being gay because I don't want to have to deal with any kind of stressful situations during this break. To start with, I've had so much sex in the past twenty-four hours my mojo just up and left me...so, no more yummy "sex-drive" for me. How long that will go missing is anybody's guess. And, because of that situation I feel the best thing is for me to simply chill. Mom and Dad will both be working during the day so that means some excellent chill-out time at home alone for me. Anyway, rest and relaxation before Wednesday is an absolute must because Wednesday is my reunion with Frankie. I'm nervous and excited about that...in equal portions. One never knows what to expect from Frankie. Should be interesting, especially after his confession about how he agreed, more or less, with everything I've been saying about gay sex and him and me. Of course, it's one thing talking on the phone and another thing how he's going to react in person? And I can't stop wondering what's with my missing sex drive?.... have I abandoned it in Dover, Delaware forever? Certainly not forever, but for how long? Why do these bizarre things always happen to me?! Pulling onto route 1 North, I switched to a CD by The Killers and drove along the highway waiting for my favorite cut.. "Read My mind". Damn, that's a cool sound! Firing-up another Marlboro Lite...then punching the gas petal hard to pass a big-ass tractor-trailer and I'm back on the road again. Heading North this time... I-95 to I-495 to I-476 and finally I-80 all the way to Williamsport, Pennsylvania. That's been my hometown ever since the death of my childhood friend and, I guess you could say, my first true love. I was in love with Tyler for two or three years before he died. It was a one-way love because he wasn't gay. I've heard it said that young love is always the sweetest. Not that I'm especially old of course. Those thoughts made me think about all the sex I'd had without the benefit of "love". Damn!...it has been hot fun though...and harmless too. Wonder what Tyler would have thought about me if he were alive and knew about all my gay sex? Not a good thought pattern. Oliver...get off that one. Switching mental gears... Ok, being objective... I guess I've got to admit that Alexander's gay "club" scene last night was a little over the top. Yeah, that's true enough, but how often do I get to experience sin city with the sex-o-maniac Alexander and his merry men? Not too often so maybe I've got to stop beating myself over the head every time I have fun. I'm nineteen for Christ sake! I mean, come on...that Bobby is one hot dude, and the twins ! and Spunky ! That trip rocked, man. My mind continued to wander as I drove that great little Mini Cooper convertible toward home.... sadly, it's too cold to put the top down. It's fun thinking about sex with those boys....so hot. Feeling totally sexually satisfied at the moment made me wonder if it's ever happened to me before. And, yes, it had... in Wildwood last summer, my second week there when Alexander and me began having the two hours of hot sex every morning ...oh my God! Yeah...that was special alright. My roommate Joey is become a super-heated hot time too....it hasn't even been two days since I left the campus and I miss him already. It's nice that he keeps popping up in my head. On the other hand, I am here for a break from college...a change of pace. But jeez, that body on Joey and his cute looks... and his wicked tight bum. Having sex with him just before break was as hot as any sex I had in Delaware, plus there was something else to it too...what was it? Sweet?...yeah but more than just sweet, what was that extra something? Damn, there was definitely something special going on... something I never exactly felt before. Probably something to do with it being Joey's first time. Or, maybe it was his unexpected revelation that he's gay. I hadn't thought there was a real chance he was gay. Life is one big surprise some times. What the hell, I do miss Joey. He's my special, special friend. It's all that personal stuff between us... wiping his ass, bathing him, brushing his teeth and feeding him and all the other stuff too. All those kinds of things brings a person close to you. Makes the relationship special... and special both ways too. He's so innocent thinking he fell in love with me. It makes me smile cause, ha ha...mostly he just likes the sex and thinks that that's love. Like me thinking I was in love with the boys I kissed...how embarrassing for me now when looking back on that. But, ya know, what a sweet kid Joey is. Bet we're still close friends years and years from now. By the time I pulled off I-80 the CDs had changed from "The Killers" to "The Plain White Ts" to "The Fray" and then back to "The Plain White Ts' again. Fifteen minutes later, there it was, the big purple neon sign for the Townline Hoagie Shop. Driving had been OK, too much introspection perhaps and I am stiff after four hours behind the wheel, but mostly I'm just very hungry. The Townline is always crowded so I had to park in back. There weren't any familiar faces standing outside talking or messing around and this is a good thing. Hope there's nobody familiar inside too because I'm not interested in chit chat ...I just want to eat and then get home to sleep in my own bed.. Being a teenager myself, there is always this creepy feeling I get walking alone past a group of other teenagers. It sucks, but what can you do except endure it even though I just know they're making fun of me behind my back in some way, shape or form. Ah, fuck em! As soon as the door opens to the Townline Hoagie Shop that heavy fried onion smell overwhelms your olfactory lobes and saturates your clothing. The fried onion smell will stay with you for quite awhile after you leave too. For me it's no problem because, along with the sexy way certain boys I've known smell, the fried onion smell, while certainly very different, is one of my favorites ...so, I'm good with it. Just glad to be inside actually. Fried onions are for the cheese steaks, of course. I'm going to have a cheese steak tonight, but first I want a hoagie. Two seats open at the counter so I slid into the one next to a man who looked like he was almost done eating. Maybe I'll get lucky and have an empty seat on either side of me when this guy finishes. My first choice is always a booth, but they were all being used tonight. Almost immediately I had to check-out this guy next to me because he was slurping his soda even though there was only wet ice left in the glass. Sucking on wet ice through a straw makes a shrill sipping sound....it's so freaking irritating. It gives me unpleasant chills, like when somebody holds a piece of paper between their teeth. Jesus, I hate that!! Doing my fake cough, I steal another look at this buffoon just as he's taking a huge bite of his mostly eaten cheeseburger, chewing with his mouth open and making all kinds of lip smacking sounds... wonder which charm school this jackass went to. Another phony cough from me, but the slob just keeps on chewing, making sounds like a dog lapping water out of a bowl. Then I notice he's wearing a black sweater with dandruff on the shoulders...oh God, I'm losing my appetite. Why do I always sit next to the worst pig in the place? The man finally finished his cheeseburger and began digging in his pocket for money to pay the check.... in the process he let's loose a long revolting burp! Didn't even cover his mouth. I'm looking down at the counter trying to put this horror show out of my mine... Will this torture never end?! Just then I hear someone say, "What's it gonna be, dude?" Looking up I see a cool Asian guy standing behind the counter ready to take my order. I go "Huh?" Forgetting all about the slob next to me, just staring at the waiter for another second and then going, "What?' This waiter is beautiful...he's got to be new here too because I would definitely have remembered him if I'd seen him before. Seemingly losing his patience with me...he moved his head forward and in a bored voice says, "Do you know what you want?" He opens his dark eyes real wide, then adds, as if he's talking to a nine year old, "To eat, I mean?" Gulping and then quickly saying, "Ah, yeah, yeah..eat. Ah, can I have a small hoagie with hot peppers and a cherry coke." He writes it on a receipt pad and walks away without another word or glance. Me? ... I was staring after him with my mouth hanging open. This asian waiter... very slim, about 125 pounds with a great ass. Five feet-eight inches tall, wicked straight, black, soft-looking, too-long hair ...over his ears and collar, with some kind of moose or something in the hair on top which allowed it to kind of stick up in clumps...it stays-put across the top of his forehead too. Large, dark, almond-shaped eyes with thin, black eyebrows. His slightly yellowish-tan skin-tone appeared poreless and flawless and hairless and smooth... he's beautiful, but in a boyish way. Hard to determine his age, but certainly late teens, early twenties. Finely shaped facial features, perfectly sized for his oval face. Definitely not feminine ...nothing about him struck me as feminine. In fact, he had somehow seemed intimidating which is the reason I hesitated with my food order. I can't really explain it...just the way he confidently did everything...and that flat stare of his too. It was a bit disconcerting, but also very interesting. The seats on either side of me were now empty and I had this "super-hot" waiter getting me a hoagie. Well OK, after a rough start... things in the Townline Hoagie Shop are now going my way. Casually looking down the counter I watched the waiter serving other customers...he has very thin wrists and hairless arms with long fingered hands. Elegant, actually... and that's not a word that pops-up in my head very often. Without warning he flicked his eyes in my direction, catching me staring at him. No smile, a hard three second stare right back at me which made me avert my eyes down at the counter and do that phony cough of mine again. He has the most unique "looks". My guess is that he's Japanese, but I'm far from an expert in that regard, having very little exposure to Asians. Haven't really noticed Asians much, but I've always admired the look of some Hispanics with their tan, clear skin tone and handsome features. Many of the young Hispanic guys go in for short, detailed haircuts that look so tough.... soooo cool. Whatever.. this waiter will have me paying more attention to Asian boys from now on. And, I'm not sure, but it just might be that my dick stirred when he gave me that stare. Could it be I didn't leave my sex-drive in Delaware after all? Not daring to look in his direction a second time I squirmed on the stool thinking about my dick and thinking that I could really use a cigarette about now. A few minutes later, my waiter was back..."Here ya go. I put extra syrup in your cherry coke. Hope it's sweet enough for ya." He said it with an odd inflection to his voice. Looking up slightly, I wanted to say "what?", but noticed his name tag instead... it read "Aaron". Lifting my eyes up still further, chancing another look at him only to discover that stare of his, right back at me. Trying to say, "Thanks, dude" instead, "thinks, doo", croaked out of me... my face got hot and red. Aaron shook his head and walked further up the counter to my right. Sweat broke out on my forehead as I slurped down half my soda....it certainly was sweet enough. The sodas here at Townline are fountain drinks made by squirting coke syrup or cherry syrup or any flavor syrup in a cup with ice... then filling it up with seltzer water and stirring it all together. They're much better than bottled sodas..much! With shaky hands and an odd buzzing in my belly I picked-up the hoagie...my mouth actually watered as I anticipating the taste. A Townline hoagie starts with a good Italian sub roll sliced almost in half, long wise... olive oil and dried oregano drizzled inside the cut. Then lots of Italian cold cuts like hard salami and cooked salami and sharp provolone cheese is layered in the roll. On top of that goes sliced onions, sliced tomato and lettuce...all cold and crispy. More olive oil with salt and pepper, and lastly... they're optional, but I always get them, sliced hot cherry peppers. With each bite you get a taste of everything and all the ingredients combined together are delicious. I chewed, with my lips closed of course, savoring every mouthful. Some misguided individuals call this a sub, but that's too generic. There are all kinds of sub sandwiches...only one hoagie. I lost myself eating that hoagie, forgetting my surroundings and it wasn't long before I was slurping the last of my cherry coke making that exact sound the jackass next to me had made fifteen minutes ago. Hmmm? Looking up and then to both sides...no one paid me any mind so I slurped twice more....it didn't annoy me when I did it. Excellent to get the last dregs of the sweet drink. Yum! OK, I still have room for a small cheese steak... and if Aaron ever returns I'll order one. There are probably twenty stools at the counter and I was sort of in the middle. Aaron would wait on people down the counter to my left, then he'd walk right by me to the other end of the counter serving food to other customers or collecting money from those who had finished. He treated everyone pretty much the same way he treated me... officiously. He probably didn't like his job or maybe he was just having a bad day. I stared at him openly now...what a handsome face he has....and his slim body seemed to glide effortlessly with his every movement. His skin was perfect and I wondered how it would smell....how it would feel to have my face pressed against his.... and what would his mouth taste like? When he spoke I noticed his teeth are very white, with just the slightest separation between each of the top ones...very pink gums. He's something alright.... looking down now at my lap, pulling my jeans at the crotch to get my slightly twitching dick comfortable... I hear, "Can I help you?" My head shoots up to see Aaron leaning forward over the counter staring right into my eyes. He says, "Can I get you something else to eat?" "What? Huh?...Ah, it was good. The hoagie was, ya know...OK" He tilted his head to the side a little, did an exaggerated inhale and said again, in an annoyed, bored manner, "Can I get ya something ELSE?" He spoke without an accent of any kind...well, unless you think we have some kind of accent up here in western Pennsylvania. He sounded like I sound, except he has a wonderful fullness to his voice where my is more...I don't know, more like a kid's voice. Aaron nodded his head in the direction of someone to the left of me who had his hand up waving, calling, "Waiter". Then slowly turning back to me he sounded almost nice when he said, "More soda, maybe?" That was my opening, I gulped again ...then croaked out, "Oh, ah...can I have a small cheese steak with fried onion and another cherry coke". He wrote it down, mumbled, "That wasn't hard, was it?" and looked in the direction of my lap. I said, "What?"... he smirked at me, took my empty hoagie basket, and walked toward the customer who was demanding his attention. I was red in the face again as someone slurs out to me, "Hey dick, how bout moving down and giving us two seats together here...if it ain't too fucking much trouble". Two tough looking guys were standing there smelling like beer and cigarettes. Scruffy black Gothic attire with a number of facial piercings and a tattoo on the side of both their necks. Ugh! I said nothing...just moved over one stool pulling my empty drink with me. Now I had these two smelly scruffs on my right and a heavy-set fellow on my left. Shit! I hate to be crowded. The two Gothic assholes talked loudly and the one right next to me had his elbow on the counter, spread-out, cupping his fat head with his hand, taking most of my counter space. His hair smelled bad so I leaned slightly toward the fat guy on my left who said, "Excuse me kid, but I'm trying to eat here. What? ya want to sit in my lap?" I said, "Sorry" and moved away as best I could. So now I was awkwardly leaning back on my stool with just my left hand on the counter steadying myself. "Hey, douche bag! Pass the napkin holder down here" ..that was directed at me from the guy who had his elbow on the counter in front of me. I slid the napkin holder down to him and his buddy took out two napkins and blew his nose nosily into them, then dropped the used napkins on the floor, both of them were laughing about something. Lovely manners... especially being in a restaurant. Then, looking over my shoulder, out the big plate glass windows, wondering about the sound of a car horn repeatedly beeping, hoping it wasn't mine. From behind the counter I heard Aaron's voice, "Move that arm Reasner! Keep it in front of you". Looking back I see Aaron, holding the basket containing my cheeses steak, staring hard at the Gothic pig next to me...he'd put my new soda down on the only counter space available for me....no place to put the cheese steak. Aaron didn't sound particularly threatening or angry... he spoke in a monotone, but there was a definite edge to him. Reasner obviously knew Aaron and said, "Oh goody, look who we got for our waiter tonight, Mikey" Mikey looked over, but said nothing so Reasner added, "What if I don't want to move my arm, Hanari?" Aaron, still holding my cheese steak, said in his bored monotone, "I'll help Warren throw your asses out of here. It'll be fun, and you know Warren hates your guts anyway so you might trip and bounce your head off the parking lot a few times in the process." Reasner mumbled "asshole" and moved his arm allowing Aaron to put my cheesesteak sandwich down in front of me. Aaron actually gave me a small grin, and it was so cute... this time I'm sure my dick stiffened up a little. The two goths mumbled that they didn't know what they wanted to eat yet so Aaron went through swinging doors behind him, disappearing into the kitchen. Three seconds of staring after him and then I took a bite of my cheese steak. Ooh, too hot...but yummy. The Townline cheese steak is thinly sliced beef cooked on the grill with oil and onions. In a couple of minutes it's scraped into a mound and two squares of American cheese are put, side by side, on top to soften into the beef. The same type Italian roll used for the hoagie is sliced long ways and heated on the grill and then, using a spatula, the cook transfers the entire mound of steak, cheese and fried onions into the warm roll. I always add a stream of sweet red ketchup along the inside of the roll. Shutting out everything except the food, I ate every drop of that cheese steak and totally loved it. After draining my second cherry coke I looked at the check and then dug money out of my pocket to pay. In the city....that's the city of Philadelphia where Penn is located, they use cheese-whiz on their cheese steaks... big mistake. Cheese-whiz is too salty and yucky, here they do it right with Kraft American cheese. Now, where the hell is Aaron? No Aaron, but a middle aged woman with a sweatband around her head, who I recognized, was taking a food order from the Gothic horror boys and after that she took my check and money. I said, "Keep the change, Annie" and got back from her, "Thanks, honey". The two dicks next to me were paying no attention to me, so I returned the favor. When I lived at home I'd be in the Townline Hoagie Shop two or three times a week. My brother Christian always gave me spending money and I spent a lot of it here. The lady with the headband was Warren's wife...they own this place and Warren's father owned it before him. Warren is a big brute of a man, but boy can he cook. This is my favorite food in the world. Walking out the door, wondered what happened to Aaron and there he was leaning against the side of the building smoking and talking on a cell phone. The neon light that spelled out "TOWNLINE HOAGIE SHOP" cast a purple haze on his cute face and the same for the smoke he exhaled as he animatedly spoke Japanese into his cell phone. His teeth looked violet. I had to walk by him to get around back where my car was parked so I gave a little wave and a smile as I passed. He looked up at me without changing expression. Shrugging to myself, almost around the corner of the building, and Aaron calls out, "Hey, get back here you". Looking around, it was obvious he meant me so, with a friendly look on my face, I sauntered back... curious like. Putting his cell phone in his pants pocket, Aaron asked,"What's your name?" I didn't appreciate his tone of voice, but what the hell, extremely confident boys mesmerize me so I told him my name, "Oliver Nickerson". He pointed at a spot right in front of him and said, "Well, Oliver Nickerson, stand right over here". Moving toward him with a puzzled look on my face, he said sternly, "Not there...right where I'm pointing." As soon as I moved to the correct spot he looked me over closely and then absently exhaled smoke in my face. Putting a finger to his lips he squinted at me like he was trying to figure something out about me. Trying to ignore the smoke in my face I squinted back at him, but his stare made me look down. Damn, why do I do that. Then more of his smoke in my face which actually made me do a real cough for a change....it sounded pretty much like my phony coughs. Without changing expression Aaron held out an open box of Winston Lights and I took one. He held his burning cigarette up to mine, so I inhaled and lit mine off his. "Thanks Aaron" is what I said after exhaling my first drag and he responded with, "Oh, you can read name tags too. Aren't you clever!" I grinned like he'd just given me a compliment, then felt dumb and blushed again. He did that little dismissive shake of his head. Taking another drag on my cigarette I looked over at Aaron who looked back at me until his unblinking stare made me shift my eyes down again to look at the blacktop parking lot this time, he asked..."You leave me a tip?" When I said yes, he wanted to know how much. Hearing the amount, he tried to sound threatening by claiming he could easily check up on what my tip had been. I started to tell him it was the truth, but he waved his hand at me to stop. I was averting his eyes now, looking at his nose, as a little grin broke out around his mouth and he told me, "All the tips for the night are put in a pool and split evenly between us servers. I was just breaking your balls about the tip, I really don't care what it was." He said it in a voice that gave the impression I should have know all that without him having to explain it. I go, "Oh". Still standing there, kind of up straight in front of Aaron waiting for...well, I don't know what I was waiting for. He lifted the hand that held his cigarette, palm out.. which I took to mean "stay still' and with his other hand he reached up and pulled down my bottom lip using the pad of his index finger which he then rubbed gently on my gums, beneath my bottom teeth, back and forth, back and forth and I began having trouble breathing normally. This type of thing has happened to me a couple of times in the past and I've come to the conclusion that special guys, like Aaron, are simply demonstrating their dominance. It's usually a very effective technique to use on me, especially when the dominate boy looks like Aaron. I continued to stand still, and up straight for him....you know, being a good boy. When I didn't object to his finger in my mouth, he let go of my lip and instead pulled the zipper of my jacket up, patted my shoulder too hard and lectured me that it's awfully easy to catch a cold this time of year if a person doesn't stay warm. His pats against my cheek were very close to being smacks while he was asking me if I'd known that fact about colds... the smacks had a sting to them. Having no clue how to respond to his unusual behavior, in a small voice I asked, "You new around here?" Aaron laughed out loud as if that was the last thing he expected me to say. After his laugh he said that I was the new kid on the block, not him. I shook my head 'no' and tried to explain myself but smoke caught in my throat... the coughing drowned out my words. This kid made me feel kind of uneasy...I don't know, maybe like I was trying too hard to please him or something. Aaron patted my back through my coughing. When I could I told him that far from being a new kid on the block this has been my home for five years. "I'm home from college on Thanksgiving break". Aaron sputtered, "College? You're shitting me....no way you're old enough to be in college?" When he found out I was nineteen he insisted on seeing my drivers license. "God damn, Oliver Nickerson, you're almost twenty years old, dude. Fuck, I'm a senior at Mount St Alice's high school... just turned eighteen last month." He added, "Are you serious about this goofing around shit we've been doing?" It was obvious Aaron was surprised to see my age because I'd been willingly letting him get away with treating me this way. He didn't know it's sort of a sexual turn-on for me...or, maybe he did. In any case I muttered, "Oh, thanks...I mean, happy birthday.... Am I serious about what ?...I mean.." This made him laugh again and say, "Jesus, you're a real piece of work, Oliver. Watch this.." he pulled on my arm in a way that magically made me bump up against his side. I bounced off him lightly, but was now closer to him. There were still kids screwing around in front of the hoagie shop, but they couldn't see us.... not that I imagine Aaron would care if they did. He was at least an inch shorter than me... this didn't appear to bother him even a little bit either. That odd pressure he's exerted on my arm got me totally off balance and I ended up standing still, almost touching him. Holding my wrist in a certain way kept me there in place, close to him... sort of, in each other's space. It was very odd, but I liked it. Aaron wanted to know my college and was impressed when I told him it was The University of Pennsylvania. Then he told me his family had moved here in the Fall, just as I was going away to college, so we just missed each other. Wondering how he could be so tough calling out those Gothic assholes in the hoagie shop earlier, I asked if he was a boxer or something. He took my hand and lifted it up against his bicep. His bicep was as hard as a steel cable. Aaron smiled at the expression on my face when I squeezed that hard muscle. He told me he has been doing a form of Japanese martial arts called "aikido", which is basically all about balance and structure... he'd been doing it for ten years now. That particular martial art isn't intended to seriously harm your attacker, just neutralize him. That's why he could pull my wrist in such a way that I'd move where he wanted. I said, "Oh, I see" although I didn't see at all. Chuckling again he pulled on my arm and slightly pushed my foot with his foot in a manner that made me lose my balance and fall into him. He kept me from falling to the blacktop, but he did so by goosing my ass and groping my belly. I was like, "Ah..oh..yep, I see what you mean.. oops... oh!!" while making sure my cigarette didn't burn him...or me. Steady on my feet again, Aaron now had his left hand holding me by the back of my neck, squeezing occasionally and talking to me pleasantly. It gave me a shiver every time he squeezed, making my head bend back against his hand. Aaron pretended he didn't notice, but I could tell he was trying not to grin each time he squeezed and I shivered and flinched and bumped the back of my head against the back of his fingers. Apparently he was enjoying himself until.. checking his watch, he informed me he was on a fifteen minute break which was now into the twenty-first minute. I said, "Oh, really?" ... Aaron didn't appear to care that he was extending his alloted break time. When he spoke I watched his lips move, they were so cool...shaped in that natural bow form that some people have. The thought of kissing him made me involuntarily do a quick crotch adjustment and when I did he let go of my neck and took my wrist to pull me into his side again. We both did a little laugh. My right bicep was awkwardly pressed against his box of Winston Light cigarettes that were in the pocket of his white, button-down shirt. The look on his face was more serious this time and the way he held my wrist kept me against him for a few seconds. I took a quick drag on the Winston and then blew out a long breath... my face got red and hot once again. Holding me so that my side was against him, Aaron blew three perfect smoke rings that drifted over my head.... me now relaxing against his wonderfully tight body. My dick was hard inside my jeans, pointing across to the right, not bulging out too much yet. Maybe Aaron wouldn't notice...my brain spent a nanosecond trying to remember who I'd seen blow smoke rings like Aaron's and immediately the face of Mike Sullivan, from the Wildwood boardwalk, flashed behind my eyes....it startled me and I jerked against Aaron. He gave me a look like he had just remembered something and said, "Oh yeah, the reason I called you over here in the first place is to find out if you were coming-on to me in the hoagie shop earlier. Were you coming on to me, Oliver Nickerson?" I gasped and my body stiffened against his as I sputtered out, "What? No! In the hoagie shop? Na na no! What do ya mean, Aaron?" He told me he thought he'd noticed me coming on to him... that's all. Shaking my head back and forth I assured him I hadn't come on to him and he said, "Well, then it's obvious, I can't tell when you're coming on and when you're not... so, when you do decide to come on to me, will ya let me know? OK, Oliver?" I said, "What?" He chuckled and flicked the short bangs off my forehead with his index finger and said, "That's a cute haircut. What's it suppose to be? Is it a retro style from the sixties or fifties or something?" In a serious manner I explained, "It's suppose to be Robin's haircut from the Batman and Robin TV show of the sixties. I never saw the show myself". This time it was Aaron's turn to say," What?" he laughed out loud again and told me he had no fucking idea what I'd just said, but that I was a laugh riot. I said, "Huh?". All this time the sides of our bodies were touching and my boner was getting stiffer until now it was obvious....so was my short, quick breathing. His body felt so good and it took all my will power not to press the side of my face against his...or, God forbid, kiss him. Aaron took one last drag of his Winston Light and flicked it in an arc ... about twenty feet away a splash of red sparklers exploded when it landed on the blacktop parking lot. He ruffled my hair, this time on top, and then goosed my boner lightly and held his hand up against it for a couple of seconds, at the same time staring into my eyes till I looked down again. Taking his hand away he said, "Don't forget to tell me when you're coming on to me". He did a cute smirk close to my face before turning and walking thru a side door into the hoagie shop's kitchen... he never looked back. Taking deep breaths now, waiting there thinking... maybe there's going to be something more, but no... he was gone, gone, gone. In a daze, I stepped on my cigarette butt and slowly walked toward my car. Half way there I spotted Aaron's butt, still smoldering. Picking it up I took a little drag off it and then tried to flick it like he'd done. It went six feet and dropped like a stone. Winston Lights taste a lot like Marlboro Lights if ya ask me. Aaron "lips" his cigarettes' filter, just like me. His saliva from the filter was on my lips... that thought had me groping my boner for the next ten minutes, driving to my parents house. Guess I can stop worrying about my mojo...it ain't lost any more and it ain't in Dover, Delaware either. Good to also know it wasn't all used up by Spunky, Bobby and the twins. No sirree, it's back with me... good as new. All I needed was a hoagie, a cheese steak, two cherry cokes.... and Aaron. The lights were on at my parents house so I drove around some more. Didn't want a reunion with them tonight. I was in a goofy, dreamy mood that I kind of liked and wanted to stay in for awhile longer. Best to wait until my parents go to bed and we'll have our "hellos" in the morning. For the hell of it I drove by Pattie's house. Lights were on there too. Hmmmm? Wonder what Myer's is up to. Pattie's brother is another one-of-a-kind hottie. That teen BO of his is like an aphrodisiac to me. It gets me so hot. I love it that he begs me to fuck him because, once in awhile, I like to be in charge... just for a change, ya know? Is he sixteen or seventeen by now? Probably seventeen, but he acts older. Initially he bullied me when I'd come to pick-up Pattie for a date. Somehow he knew right away that I was gay or at least bi and he tried to do little things to humiliate me... then he changed his ways because he wanted me to fuck him...really wanted it. He changed from being a bully into being a pussycat saying "Please, Oliver" and being real polite...what an actor. I was glad to help the kid out... what the hell, it was less than a year ago that I'd been in his same situation of constant yearning with no outlet for it... I'm seeing Pattie this Saturday night, but obviously my main interest is Myers. Pattie is cool enough for a girl and she's an OK date as far as it goes...plus, it does helps with my hetero image, but it's Myers that's the attraction there for me. Cruising by slowing, it looked like someone was at the front door. Too dark to see who it was. Damn, should I stop? Then, "Oliver! I'd recognize that car anywhere...get over here!" The dark figure turned around and said, "So, you're interested in me again now that you're back in town." It was Pattie, not Myers. Fuck! She skipped down the front walk as I did a U-turn and parked in front of her house. Pattie was not pleased with me and she opened the passenger door telling me about it. "Two emails in three months, Oliver? That's all I get from you? I emailed you three or four times a week? And, why did you give me the wrong number for your cell phone?" I was like, "What? No, no that was the right number.." She called out the number and it was, of course, all wrong. "Oh, no Pattie...you must have written it down wrong." "Horse manure, Oliver! You're the one who wrote it down. Just how many girlfriends do you have at college anyway?" I started to say "none" when she interrupted with, " Don't lie to me, Oliver!" pointing an accusatory finger at me. She hopped in the front seat and slid right over to put her arms around my neck and kiss me on my mouth...then she did a theatrical moan, saying, "I can't help myself when you're around" and kissed me again. Ah crap...I need to be an actor myself now... act like I'm into a hot make-out with her. She quickly got excited and pulled my hand to her crotch and humped my fist. Yuck! She rubbed her breast against my chest and groped my ass while I tried not to gag. It was gross doing this stuff with her, although I can think of a number of boys that I'd love to do it with. When doing it with Pattie... well, it's best I think hard about one of those boys. Thinking about my new crush, Aaron...and with Pattie kneading my dick, it actually did get semi-hard. Then, another miracle...Pattie abruptly pulled her head away and said, "Oh no you don't, Oliver. I know you too well. All you want is to get me on my back and hump away to your heart's content... I feel that naughty hard penis of yours right there in your pants. You're a hot one alright, but no "doing-the-naughty" for you...not tonight, Oliver." She adjusted her skirt and added, "Now, if you had emailed me more often I might have rewarded you tonight. You are so bad! Why do I always fall for the bad boys?" She kissed me one more time and said she had to get in before her folks sent out a posse looking for her. It isn't necessary for me to say much when I'm with Pattie because she talks non-stop. I just have to pretend to listen. She told me that she was dating two other guys and mentioned who they were too, the names weren't familiar. I was happy she had an active "dating" life and I was pretty sure she was "putting-out" for them too. At least she had in the past, according to the scuttle butt around the halls of our high school. Of course, ya couldn't prove it by me. Hey, good for all of them, really! Pattie talked on and on about how much fun she was having... and then she'd throw in that it would be more fun if I was around blah blah blah. She could be annoying and was obviously narcissistic, but so what...I liked her OK....and then, of course, there's her brother, Myers. She tried to get me to meet her tomorrow afternoon, but I came up with real good reasons why I couldn't and then, taking a big chance...I asked her if she was sure we couldn't do some hanky-panky tonight in the car? Thank God she stood by her word...she had to get inside by midnight or get grounded. Then, I couldn't resist...I asked, "How's that bratty brother of yours doing?" Pattie was fixing her hair, ready to get out of the Mini as she said, "Myers? He's a good kid, Oliver. Why are you always picking on him?" I feigned outrage, "Picking on Myers? Surely you jest! I love the kid." She laughed and said I was too cute for my own good. So a "cute" compliment, but it was quickly followed-up, as we were getting out of the car, with two zingers... she told me I had a goofy haircut and that she knew damn well it was a hickey under the band-aid on my neck. I ignored both of those comments. Walking with her to her front door she said, "You'll probably say no, but would you please.. please with sugar on it... please come over an hour early on Saturday before our date. Myers needs your help setting-up his new computer in his bedroom. I planned on calling your house tomorrow to beg you to help him". Well, that got my attention alright. Pattie was saying, " You're in college Oliver, and know all about that stuff while poor Myers is a not-too-bright, under achieving high school student." She had been set-up by Myers, of course... the word "bedroom" had me wetting my lips and adjusting my crotch in anticipation. Compared to what Myers knew, I don't know shit about computers, but that wasn't the point. It would be our excuse to allow me plenty of time to give that boy a good, hot fucking. Oh yeah, baby.. I was back. It surprised me how much I wanted to get it on with that kid... initially, when I first started coming around for Pattie, Myers would bully me like I said, but in the end I had him docile as a lamb.... begging me to do him, and at the moment I was anxious to comply. Go figure... "Help Myers with his computer?" I moaned. "Oh, I guess so. I'll do it for you Pattie." Another wet kiss and in she goes, me walking back to my car rubbing her kiss off my mouth with the back of my hand and thinking, "things are shaping up... First Aaron and now Myers. So, some potential here for sexy fun in the old hometown at last. Who needs Delaware?" Driving around a little longer, singing with the Plain White Ts again and really feeling great now. The lights were out at home this time so I parked in the driveway and quietly went up to my bedroom. Mom had it all ready for me...and for Christian too. We'll be sharing this room during Thanksgiving week just like we did growing up. I love my brother so much, but there is that worry he may be more than just in "brotherly love" with me. I didn't even know he was gay until I took that Seattle trip. We had the brothers' sexy weekend together, just him and me. It was a very special time for me and then that was that, but Christian may still have a serious crush on me.... putting it as gently as I can. Surely we'll straighten everything out during this Thanksgiving break. He's my brother, my hero, but not my lover... The sun shining through my bedroom window at eight-thirty the next morning woke me up. I felt fantastic. After a shower and all the other appropriate bathroom activities I was ready to face the world again. No need to jerk-off because the boys in Delaware had done me up really fine and I was still good. Before going away to college, jerking off was one of those aforementioned "appropriate bathroom activities", but with Joey Gallo and Randy Rider at Penn....and particularly after the Delaware boys got done with me Saturday...no need to jerk off for this kid. Sure does save time in the morning too. Aaron had gotten me all worked-up last night, but that wore off pretty quickly. This is probably how most mature guys felt each morning...all that jacking-off seems so childish to me now. Growing up ain't all that bad...let me tell ya. Downstairs for the hugs and kisses and "great to see you" and the "hellos" and the "wonderful to be home" and stuff like that. This Oliver, my new Oliver, is so much different then the one my parents knew from just a year ago...so much so that it boggles the mind. That's true enough, however it's my job right at this time to give them the original version of myself so they'll feel comfortable. I love my parents, who have been nothing but 100% supportive of me my whole life... however, I'm growing-up and gaining speed and I don't believe they'd be able to deal real well with all of the changes in me just yet. They might have a hard time grasping that this is the fun, exciting, adventurous Oliver... not the wallflower, meek and uninteresting one. Now I've got lots of friends and hot sexy partners. Boys asking what I think about this or that... "do you think we could get undressed, Oliver?" ... like that. Boys seeking my approval. Frankly, it rocks and I feel a little bit like "da bomb" sometimes. Other guys are interested in me now. For so many years I went without friends or lovers of any kind.. well, that's not how it is now....not by a long shot. But like I said, can't let my parents in on any of this because they'd probably think I don't know what I'm doing or that I'm in relationships over my head. Negative stuff like that.. They just don't get it, they're parents and parents, by definition, have to be from a different era. No way they can understand how things are for kids now-a-days. Not their fault really, it's just the way it is. Mom was so proud of me because I'd gotten dressed for church without them having to nag me. We only had coffee and OJ before church because we'd be going out for brunch later. This day played itself out pretty much as expected..... the church service lasting approximately two days and my Mom and Dad spent most of their energy after church bragging to me about how great Christian was. We hooked up with the family my folks normally have brunch with and the brunch lasted about a week, and then we went back to the house where Mom showed me sixty million pictures she'd taken during their visit to see Christian in Seattle. They went a few weeks after my surprise trip out there. None of the pictures were of Daddy/Glen or of Christian in his thong.. Sunday afternoon Dad and I watched the NFL game in high definition. High def or not, the Steelers still lost the football game to the New England Patriots... as usual. Dad didn't fall asleep in his chair until the second quarter of the late game between the Giants and Bills. Sunday dinner at seven o'clock with me fielding more questions than a new Al Qaida suspect at San Guantnamo bay. I made up cheerful answers and smiled a lot... enthusiasm for my university and the college experience in general is what I wanted to demonstrate to my parents. Put their minds at ease... their youngest child was safe and happy. Wanting them to see I've learned some things about life I recited some hokey stuff I remembered from somewhere...like, " I've learned we're all responsible for what we do". Then I added, "unless of course we happen to be a celebrity". Other things like "age is a high price to pay for maturity" and "it takes years to build up trust, but only suspicion ... not proof, to tear it down" and another one, "I've learned that you can keep vomiting long after you think you're finished". The first couple of things I recited had the two of them nodding their heads in agreement... and Mom even putting her hand to her mouth in amazement at my wisdom..."and after only three months in college, he's a genius!"....like that. The last bit of wisdom about the vomiting had them jumping on me in a different way, "Are you drinking too much beer at those frat parties, Oliver?" The dinner lasted a month.... all good things must come to an end and after another month watching my parents' favorite reality TV shows with them, I turned in for another nights sleep. Believe me, I was tired! That all sounds flip perhaps and I'm sorry about that, but you'll just have to take my word that my parents felt relieved and satisfied with it all. Older folks simply don't have the insight my generation possesses. Probably because we grew-up in the age of personal computers. My love and gratitude where my parents are concerned is deep and sincere so I'll just leave it at that. I'll always be there for them. Waking-up Monday morning and knowing there wasn't a single thing that I had to do seemed like a treasure at first, but boredom quickly over took that feeling. Plus, I've had so much sleep the last few days that by 8am I was wide awake. The morning dragged by and around noon the idea popped in my head to get lunch at The Townline Hoagie Shop. Maybe my favorite waiter would be there. He wasn't. Aaron was in class. Oh yeah... forgot he was still in high school.... Thanksgiving vacation for the high school kids begins Wednesday. I'll be having fun with Frankie on Wednesday and that thought got me thinking about my dick. With Myers and Aaron in school, I didn't know anyone around here that might help me with my dick. Isn't that odd...this is the place I've lived for five years, but there isn't anyone here for me to have a little sexy fun with. Back in my room I decided that jerking-off wasn't so childish after all. I had a very nice wank thinking about, well....thinking about Joey, mostly. That surprised me because I started off thinking about Aaron, who really has been in my head ever since Saturday night, but in the end, thinking about Joey and his tight ass is what really got me shooting off...damn, it felt good too. Like I said, haven't had to jerk off for months. I use to jerk off three times or so a day ...back before Cristobal Juarez kissed me and everything changed. Laying there on my boyhood bed, with my pants around my ankles, I was still slowly stroking my dick long after my climax.... each slow stroke was still feeling fine. I've finally decided that I'm in that small percentage of guys who needs sex much more than the average guy. That has to be it....not that there's anything wrong with that. The high school got out at 2:30 so I drove back to the hoagie shop around 3pm, but Aaron wasn't working at all today. Thinking about how he had manipulated and dominated me so much Saturday night was getting me hot. Aaron's looks, plus that martial arts thing he can do and his skinny, hard as nails biceps...Jesus! He's so sexy...and even though he's two years younger than me and shorter than me, he'd had no trouble putting me under his spell. He's a combination of Randy Rider, Alexander and who else?.....Mike Sullivan? Oh my God, what a crew those three are. Damn, I'm right back to my old horny self. Driving by Myers house was dangerous because it was a fifty/fifty chance I'd run into him or Pattie and I didn't want another situation with Pattie. Myers was kind of a nerd-loner so he probably was in his bedroom or in their recreation room in the basement jerking-off right now. But, no, I can't take a chance knocking at the door...so back to my bedroom for some more wanking myself. This time I was sure I'd be thinking about dominant Aaron or perhaps Myers, but... surprise, it ended up being Joey who was in my head again at climax. Whoa! damn that felt good. Sure, I miss Joey... and more than I expected. That different way he has of looking at me when I'm feeding him or bathing him. Just hanging out and day dreaming about Joey after my wank when, WOW! an idea at last. I jumped up and, it's so obvious...I went on line, but only found disappointment there because Joey wasn't on his computer. I left a text message wishing him good luck getting the casts off his elbows and knee. After smoking a cigarette outside I went back on line and sent Joey a sort of long email telling him I missed him. I started off trying to be funny, but it ended up being kind of corny...maybe, mushy even. Damn that kid....saying he's in love with me. He's a year younger than me, but he can act younger than that at times. Of course, being completely helpless might account for some of his immature behavior. He smells so good when his head is resting against the side of my face during his bath. He's got that fabulous skin too...to touch, I mean. And his hair, real curly when that gymnast/teammate of Joey's gives him a short haircut. I like to run my fingers through it when it's dry and it's fun shampooing it wet too. And, how about when I shave Joey's pubes..hahaha! He gets the hardest boners. I have to hold back a giggle because I just know he's going to fire off some creamy teen cum while being shaved ...and he does too. Him all bouncing around and going "Ahhhhh " so funny! He's such a good kid. Outside the house again with a Snapple this time and another cigarette... kinda bored. Trying to blow a smoke ring makes me think about how Joey and I are always sharing the same cigarette when we smoke. That's because he couldn't reach his mouth with the cigarette, those elbow casts wouldn't allow that much range of motion. God, Joey's so great though! What a roommate. Jeez, all of a sudden I felt like I needed to wack off again. This time I thought about Joey the entire time.. ooooh yeah! Good grief , hard to believe it was just two days ago I was scared I'd lost my sex drive?...lost my mojo, to quote Austin Powers. Well, news flash...it's back! Checking out the Townline Hoagie Shop that night was a waste of time too. Aaron didn't work school nights. Fuck! I was lonely again...and in my own home town. I drove down that section of town where long ago I'd run into Myers unexpectedly ...he was trying to pimp himself out down there at the time, the goofy bastard. He wasn't around this night of course... school night. So I smoked and drove aimlessly listening to my CDs and thinking about guys... now it was mostly Joey and Frankie. Joey because he seems to be in my head all the time for some reason and Frankie because I'm going to see him the day after tomorrow. Jeez, that thought got me groping my semi-hard dick again...can't wait to see Frankie! Tuesday was almost a duplicate of Monday so by the time I woke-up Wednesday morning I was stoked and could hardly wait to go to Frankie's. But first, a careful approach to cleanliness was in order. I even checked to see if I could find a whisker anywhere on my face... thank God I couldn't. When I was showered and my teeth were sore from so much brushing and I'd picked out what I felt were very casual, but at the same time, cool clothes to wear, I was ready to go. Lo-hanging jeans, ripped at the knee and back pocket so my boxer underwear could be seen...white tee under a dark blue pullover long-sleeved Polo golf shirt and my scruffy new balance sneakers. Naturally I wouldn't be wearing a coat...coats ain't cool. I looked good enough to eat. Looking cool and ready to go, but still feeling kinda nervous for some unknown reason. I'd been on line with Frankie last night and that went OK. Got driving directions again, just to be sure. It's less than a two hour drive and by 9am I couldn't stand pacing around the house any longer. Fired up the Mini Cooper S and hit the road. It's been three long months since I laid eyes on Frankie, but every detail of him was embedded in my brain. Frankie is one of the world's cutest guys ever...he's right up there with the twins and that unbelievable Randy Rider. Well, maybe guys like Frankie, Randy, and even Aaron were all a small step down from the twins, but...face it, they're all hot. It was a cold November day with gray skies and strong winds. The Mini Cooper was buffeted around a little, but I didn't care what the weather was like on this day. Frankie had insisted we meet at his house... he said there wasn't any reason not too. I'd used a hell of a lot of will power yesterday and only jerked-off once. Saving my cum for Frankie, although it was a tad worrisome that he'd made no reference to anything involving sex in his e-mail. We'll surely do something though, probably in his garage like last time. Thinking about the last time got me going with that squirmy feeling which led to me groping myself as I drove. Frankie sort of fucked me in that lounge chair in the backyard my last visit.. he did it with a lot of encouragement from me. And then later that morning he did me real good all on his own, inside the garage . Oh boy, am I excited. Can't wait to swap some spit and .... whatever, with Frankie! No matter how good the directions, leave it to me to get lost anyway... had to ask at a gas station guy before getting back on track. So, fifteen minutes late I was knocking on Frankie's door. His mother answered. She's very pretty and very young looking. Small, with red hair, like Frankie. Frankie's hair is much brighter though and goes much better with his pale complexion. She has a swarthy complexion. A cigarette dangled from her lips as she said, "Yeah?" Told her I was here to see Frankie ... a man's deep voice called out, "Is that Milo?" His mother took the cigarette from her mouth and yelled over her shoulder, "Nah, it's one of Frankie's boyfriends". My face got red when I just made out the man mumbling, "Oh, Christ, not another fag!". His mother talked over the man voice saying to me, "Well, you win the prize as the cutest one so far, Honey. He's around back." she indicated with her thumb I should walk around the outside of the house to the back yard. Guess she didn't remember me from the first time I was here. "Boyfriend" ? That's weird. Frankie's at home on Thanksgiving break from college, just like me. We won't have many opportunities to see each other during this short break, in fact...this is probably it. During Christmas break, we'll have many more opportunities because it's a much longer break. I barely got to the back of the house when Frankie appeared out of nowhere yelling, "It's big 'O'!" and his arms went around my neck and his tongue went into my mouth as our noses squashed together. What a great kisser! Moving his head and tongue and body... all at the same time. Then he let go of my neck with one arm and grabbed hold of a buttock pulling my crotch tight against his, humping his hardening cock against mine. My breathing began to get quick, my heartbeat picked-up and my cock was stirring big time. It was definitely the Frankie smell and feel, but never has he been so aggressive. I almost lost my balance as we continued to grind our crotches together. Really getting into the spit swapping, our faces became saturated with saliva... we rubbed our slippery noses together and moaned and groaned...and right back inside my mouth went his tongue for more French kissing. It's almost as if we were gently trying to consume each other. So wicked sexy to do it with Frankie. His skinny body totally against mine. I get into a rhythm with my tongue lazily lapping against his tongue...it drives me wild. Then Frankie began giving me just what I needed, not!!... another hickey. This one on the other side of my neck, opposite Alexander's. Hickeys are a pain in the ass to hide, but the feel of a boy sucking a long time at one spot is such an erotic thing to me... all the while we continued humping into each other's crotch. He had me in my trance by now and could have done anything he wanted with me....I'd happily comply. What he wanted to do was finish off a shiny red hickey on my neck and then some more sucking on my tongue. My back was up against the side of the house by now... I was overwhelmed by all Frankie's stimulation. My boner leaked, drip..drip...drip and except for my pole-hard cock, I was completely limp in Frankie's arms, each and every second getting closer and closer to cuming... just whimpering, moaning and saying Frankie's name. Unexpectedly, he roughly shoved his hand inside the back of my jeans and pushed his finger up my hole, tight on my prostate. Shivers of ecstasy as I lifted up onto my toes. Frankie vigorously finger fucked me and I was quietly squealing into his kisses, blowing our combined spit out the front of my mouth in the process. Literally on my toes, swaying in Frankie's grasp. The whole back yard was shimmering before my eyes when it all came up on me fast... that incredible feeling in my groin as cum flooded my boxer shorts... my eyes glazing over with my head lulling back. Frankie could tell I'd climaxed by the humping I'd done with each ejaculation. He held on to me, but pulled his head away from mine a little with his dark blue eyes wide open and his face flushed. There were big sparkling bubbles of our saliva at the corners of his mouth... they appeared to pulsate as he took really quick, short breaths. Through slits in my eyes I saw that Frankie had his familiar little smirk beaming out from that adorable face. Frankie nodded his head up and down ever so slightly as if to say..."I knew I could get you to cum in your pants" and then broke out in a big beautiful grin to ask his rhetorical question. "You didn't cum in your boxers, did you, Oliver? Tell me it ain't so big 'O'?" and he kissed my lips quickly. With Frankie still holding on to me, giggling to himself, we walked toward the garage. It wasn't cold enough to see our breath or there'd have been billows of it all around us because I was taking deep breaths by now with my heart beating fast and my cock tingling nicely. What a greeting! I wasn't nervous anymore. My cum squished in my boxers as we walked. Trying to catch my breath, and at the same time enjoying the after-glow of my climax, I went where Frankie led me and we were soon inside the garage, warmed by a space heater. "I like it here better than the house when my Mom's boyfriend is over. How ya doing Oliver?" And he patted my stomach and squeezed my ass again. I was still too out of breath and too taken by surprise to think of what to say, I smiled at him. Frankie made a face while smelling his middle finger... the one he'd shoved up my ass... and then lit a Marlboro light holding that smelly finger away from his nose when he dragged on his cigarette. I watched him closely, hardly believing we were together again. He's such and original...so cool, so cute, so perfect for me. Frankie offered me the pack of cigarettes saying, "I taught you to smoke, you better not disappoint me, Big O." I took a cigarette gladly and Frankie lit it for me. Blowing smoke out his mouth and nose simultaneously he hugged around my neck roughly and said, "It's so fucking great to see my best friend again". Then a smokey kiss on my lips and his nicotine tongue was in my mouth and we did a short French kiss. We both took a drag and while kissing, inhaled each other's exhale and blew it out our noses. Laughingly we said, at the same time, "Remember doing that on the loading dock?" I couldn't catch my breath from the excitement of being with him and the laughing, just like we'd laughed all summer together...well, a lot of the time we laughed. As usual Frankie had enough energy for two people.. just like the North boys always had. Finally I said, "Fuck Frankie, that was so hot and... look, I got another wet cum spot on my freakin pants. Every time I come here I cum in my pants. What up with that, Dude?" He nodded his head smiling and then rubbed his hand through my short hair saying, "You lie! This isn't my haircut, Oliver." When we talked on the phone a couple months ago, I'd just gotten a haircut from Alexander that was like the one Frankie had last summer, the flattop... but that was weeks ago. Anthony gave me this "Robin" haircut last Saturday. I didn't want to go into an explanation of that so instead I said, "Yeah, but neither do you." He reached up and patted his red hair and smirked...like he was proud? Frankie no longer had that flattop haircut I loved to run my fingers over and through. In fact his hair was long enough, just barely, for the stubby ponytail he had it in now. It looked like his hair needed to be washed and, actually , Frankie looked like he could use a bath as well....dirt under his fingernails for one thing. During our "kiss" I hadn't noticed a stink, just a strong Frankie smell... but now, as he moved about here in the warm garage there was a slight aroma of boy's BO in the air. Odd for Frankie. When I asked about his Harry Potter glasses he said, "Contacts, baby. I out grew those kiddy eyeglasses." His lips were the same rosy red and his nose and chin were the exact same cute, perfectly proportioned little items and his complexion was pale perfection, just like the old Frankie. His wonderful array of smiles, grins and smirks still showed off his milk white teeth. All that was true enough, but Frankie seemed different. When I alluded to that he told me he'd begun blossoming as a sophomore in college this year. Telling me that, he showed off the front of the gray hoody sweat shirt he was wearing. " WEST CHESTER UNIVERSITY" was spelled out in big blue letters across the front. Of course, I already knew he was going there so the university wasn't a surprise...the "hip hop" attitude Frankie was demonstrating was the surprise. ....and the body odor and the ponytail. He couldn't wait to tell me how he'd sent Darleen packing for good..."That cunt was nothing but trouble, "O". She is history now, dude." Well, I'd been telling him to dump her for months... so, duh! I didn't say anything to rub it in though. Frankie explained that once he realized I'd been right about us two, him and me and gay sex...then hey, he was fine with it. He felt his easy acceptance of gay sex was probably due to the tough form of it he'd gotten via Fallon. Fallon, who Frankie once owed gambling money to, had apparently taken some of the owed money out of Frankie's flesh. Frankie and I have never discussed that in any kind of detailed way. He went on to tell me lot's of stuff, but the main thing I kept thinking about was..."Oh no! Frankie is still rationalizing everything. He hasn't really admitted vital facts to himself." For example. according to him he still wasn't gay. He said I'd been right, he was Bi-sexual. That isn't something I ever told him...I never mentioned bi-sexual anything. The more he went on, the more details slipped into his stories... and something else became clear. The real reason he and Darleen broke up was he hadn't been able to raise a boner with her. No matter what they tried, no hard-on ever resulted and she finally felt humiliated and called him a queer...that's when Frankie told her to hit the road. Except, as I learned from his later re-telling of the story, she was gone before he got a chance to tell her to hit the road. She left him! I felt sadder and sadder the longer Frankie talked. This kid is messed-up in the head....he's still wicked conflicted. Frankie went into that familiar face-saving routine of his... the one where he gives me permission to blow him because he loves me as a friend and because he knows I'm gay. And, for the same reasons, if I ask nice he'll provide a good fucking on me too. Frankie's thing is that he's really only performing masculine sexual acts...I'm doing the female part "no offense intended Big O". I asked him to stop calling me "Big O" , but he told me it was part of his personality now. He gave everyone a cool nickname. We smoked and mostly Frankie talked. He and I have always done a lot of goofing around, lying about shit and making stuff up... but, we both knew we were bull shitting. As Frankie talked now it seemed to me like he really expected me to believe all of his rap... like it wasn't part BS, part losing touch with reality, part reaching out for help and a touch of truth too. The trick now for me is picking out the different parts. What could I do? I love him. No matter, I had to figure out a way to get him more in touch with the real world. After about an hour of talking, Frankie gave me his hoody sweatshirt to wear... it was XL and hung down below my crotch covering the cum stain on my jeans. He grabbed a dungaree jacket off a hook on the garage wall and we took off in the Mini to get some lunch. I wondered at one point if Frankie was on "speed" or something...he was so wired and talked a mile a minute. When I half jokingly asked him about that he assured me he didn't do anything stronger then beer and cigarettes ...he said he was excited to see me, that's all. I really, really wanted to believe him about the drug thing and about seeing me. I have so many fond memories of Frankie and me from our part time job together last summer. If you could just see how excited Frankie can get in his boyish way, telling me about something he thinks is cool or about something he wants to do someday.. He's so cute I can overlook a few drawbacks... right? We were at a pizza joint waiting for our pizza and drinking Cokes. Frankie slipped and told me about a kid who was fucking him at school, but it was a temporary thing...whatever that meant. Frankie was a member of the "gay, bi, lesbian and trans gender" club now. That's where he apparently met this guy who's fucking him. Last summer Frankie had alluded to, but never came right out and said, that he was fucked by Fallon and by a number of clients of Fallons last Spring and Summer....it was for purposes of paying the interest on gambling loans he had with Fallon. You'd be surprised how prevelent sports betting is with college students. The other part...not so much. Anyway, so now apparently Frankie's admitting to me that he doesn't just do the "masculine part" of gay sex....he does both. He assured me five times at least, and without me ever bringing it up even once, that everyone was very conscientious about safe sex...condoms were a must. Then he slips in, "Oh yeah, Big...ah, I mean Oliver..I wonder if you'd mind picking up a six pack of condoms at the drugstore for us". He told me he was out of them at the moment and he'd need two, at least, to do me up the right way later today so I might just as well get a six pack. I mumbled "we'll see about that, Dude". By now I was feeling a bit depressed and could only eat one piece of pizza. Frankie ate the rest, he's always been a fantastic eater... especially for a skinny guy. None of this was right, but god damn it... as usual I didn't know what to do about it. Frankie whined out "What's wrong Big O? Ya don't seem your old self." "Call me Oliver, OK?" I snapped back, while paying for our lunch. Frankie was "a little short of money at the moment". He was so anxious for us to get the condoms that I just gave in and bought them to stop him from nagging me about it. This was not the reunion with Frankie I'd been dreaming of.... During the car ride back to Frankie's house he began changing his attitude. He had a couple of false starts and then tried this approach, "OK, Oliver, I'm acting like a dick, I know. Sorry, but I'm nervous seeing you again, especially after my phone call to you at Penn. You mean a lot to me and I was trying to seem mature with the gay thing, I want to be cool with it... you know. I'm all fucked up to tell ya the truth. Confessing to my Mom that I'm bi-sexual was wicked hard and I had to get slightly drunk first. After that I didn't want to sneak around about it so I've had Toby over the house a few times as my "boyfriend", trying to be upfront about it, you know. Toby's the kid who does it to me all the time. One day this other dude, Biker, comes over looking for Toby and Mom tells her boyfriend she thinks I'm screwing every guy at West Chester U. It hasn't been easy, ya know what I'm saying? He was quiet then and I really do care about him so, as I drove along, I reached my right hand over to ruffle his flattop, like I'd done a couple hundred times last summer, but this time his hair was flat against his head, pulled back in a ponytail....oh yeah, forgot about that for a second. He took my hand and held it saying, "You're still going to be my friend, right Oliver?" I told him of course I'm his friend...but what I was primarily trying to get my head around at that moment was that thing he'd just said: to wit, "Toby's the kid who does me all the time"...ALL THE TIME? Frankie earlier had said it was just a couple of times, temporary like... or something to that effect. Man, I don't know what to think. Frankie got sentimental, wanting to reminisce about last summer and so we did that for awhile and by the time we got back to his house he sounded like the Frankie I knew and loved... self deprecating and more than a little goofy, but in a sweet way. He wasn't trying to be a cool or a know-it-all gay kid now. Just a kid who happened to be gay. We could go right inside his house because both his mother and her boyfriend worked together some place on a 1pm to 10 pm shift. They had left and the house was empty... it's pretty run down on the outside and more of the same for the inside. Old furniture and bare carpets, everything ratty looking which made me think about the money problems Frankie always has....man, some guys have it a lot tougher than others. The place wasn't just run down, it was disheveled too. I can't imagine how long it had been since a vacuum cleaner had been used on these carpets. Frankie didn't comment on any of this. "Come out to the kitchen Oliver, let's grab a beer". He got two green bottles of Rolling Rock beer out of a refrigerator that was full of green bottles and popped the caps. The first taste of beer is good, clean, crisp and refreshing. After the first taste, however, the rest sucks as far as I'm concerned. I drank the bitter stuff anyway, to keep Frankie company. He told me about joining the "gay, lesbian etc" club at college and about how he was doing this year with grades. We're the same age, but Frankie graduated high school on time, without missing a year like I did, so he's a year ahead of me at the University. Mostly he talked about his gay experiences. I was encouraged to finally hear him talking about that stuff in a more rational way. Halfway through the beer he got out a bottle of Seagram VO and poured an inch of it into juice glasses. The glass he pushed over to me had fingerprints on it's sides and a trace of lipstick at the rim. I tried to get out of drinking the shot, but Frankie came over and rubbed up the back of my head and asked me to do him a favor and just have a shot with him. All the time I was thinking..... he told me earlier his only drug was cigarettes and beer... guess we'll have to add hard liquor to that list. Whatever, it was nice having him coaxing me like he use to do on the loading docks, rubbing my head and licking my ear and stuff like that... saying please do it for me Oliver...you're the coolest dude on the part-time staff..please!... and so on. I tried to remain adamant about not drinking it and told him about last Saturday night, just the part about me throwing-up trying to do a shot of Tequila, not all the other sex parts. He persisted in a real sweet manner saying, "Oh fuck, Oliver... Tequila? No wonder you heaved. Dude, this is VO... it's so smooth it rolls off your tongue and down your throat, you'll love it!" Oh well, I really didn't want to mess up this good frame of mind he was in so I finally picked up the glass and swallowed the VO in one gulp, trying hard not to taste it. The whiskey burned all the way down. Quick like, I took a big slug from my bottle of beer and then a big drag on my cigarette. Frankie cheered... saliva flooded my mouth and my forehead broke out in sweat while my stomach lurched twice, both times threatening to vomit up the VO. It stayed down and soon I was soooo proud of myself. Frankie laughed and laughed saying, "Dude, we're suppose to do it together!". He poured me another... Oh my God, we touched glasses and threw the VO down our throats. I had the exact same reaction as the first shot... this one stayed down too, even though it did try hard to come back up....the nauseous feeling hung around for two minutes or so and then I began to recover. It was worth the trouble though because Frankie was patting me on the back and calling me a hot shit and telling me he loved me...then he opened two more beers saying, "This is more like I'm use to, Oliver. Party hardy, dude! West Chester rocks with all the booze parties. How bout Penn?" While he sipped on another inch of VO I told him, "Not so much in the booze party area, and anyway, me personally.. I need to take care of my roommate like I told ya about, so we don't get out too often." Frankie wasn't listening to most of that, he's generally more interested in what he has to say. Right now he was busy going through his mother's CD collection. The VO was definitely rolling around in my veins and I was feeling quite relaxed. I decided that this is fun, especially because the booze helped Frankie get back to acting like the Frankie from last summer, the one I was in love with. He hooked up a CD player and music came on real loud, with a great beat. Made me want to move, keep time with the beat. I'd never heard this hot music before. Frankie explained, "Oh yeah..this be cool, dude. It's club or house music. You heard of that ?" I shook my head "no". He said, "Hip Hop... Fools really dance to it super hard, man. Listen to that and watch this" and he did a cool dance, real short but the way he moved looked so hot. It impressed me. Frankie went on to say his mom had this kind of music from ten, fifteen years ago.. minimal, proto-break beat house music from the nineties. She has Doo Doo Brown and Cajmere's "Percolator" and "What Chew Know About Down The Hill" and lot's of others too. I asked him when he learned to speak that foreign language? He laughed and kissed my mouth and took my hands to pull me up out of my chair, "Come on Oliver, let's dance". He looked so healthy and young again, so happy and excited....he gets like a little kid some times The only dance lessons I'd ever had were from Cristobal and Pattie so I danced like that, but Frankie blew my efforts off and showed me how to move his way to the music... it was so cool. After three or four songs, and with the help of those earlier two shots of VO and beers, I felt like I was an excellent dancer, Frankie actually was. We danced in his kitchen till sweat rolled down our faces. Twenty minutes or so...then we took a break for more beer and a smoke. This was so much fun now. Frankie made be take off my shirt and he took his off too... when we started dancing again our sweaty, bare, skinny tight bodies rubbed against one another from time to time... so sexy hot!. Without a shirt Frankie definitely was putting out some armpit BO...it was not nearly as strong as Myers' BO, but there was no mistaking it for anything except BO. He had always been so clean last summer. I wondered about it for a second, but it wasn't a big deal to me. Actually it was as sexy as the bare chested dancing... I'm sure others wouldn't agree, but I can only be me...that BO smell on certain guys is a turn-on for me. The dancing continued for almost an hour and then we needed to take a break. I felt slightly drunk, but not smashed by any means. Frankie made some horrid microwave popcorn with artificial butter that would probably be considered uneatable by most people, but we loved it. It helped to sop up the beer and VO in our stomachs. After finishing the popcorn, me just sitting on one of their old, armless kitchen chairs... over comes Frankie, who gives me a smirk and sits on my lap facing me. We smiled at each other with Frankie saying, "I love ya bro!" and me saying "me too, Frankie" and then we preceded to have a fantastic make-out. Both our boners poking each other in the crotch. He had both his arms around my neck, his BO was very strong, but by now I was getting addicted to it and, anyway, I just love being with Frankie... loved it so much I felt like crying. After awhile he said, "Come upstairs Oliver, I want to fuck you and my bedroom is more private." There was an ever so slight tone of authority when he said that... just enough to make my boner twitch. I thought, "Oh yeah, Frankie's going to do me." I really wanted it from him, bad. There's been other sex between us, but actually very little when you consider we were together so much last summer... whatever sex there was, I'd always had to initiated it. Now Frankie initiated it ...and he hadn't said anything about doing it "as a favor to me" ...he's going to fuck me because he WANTS to do me... His room was a total mess and had a funky smell about it, but once again Frankie didn't feel self conscious enough to make any excuses. He moved stuff out of the way saying, "Take everything off, Oliver.. including your socks. First you'll suck my cock to get it hard and then rim me to get me all hot and bothered. OK?" Oh my God, he sounded so different from the Frankie I'm use to...this was like the third or forth version of Frankie that I've been with today. A very hot version though, so I did what he said. Frankie got just as naked as me and I got on my knees in front of him. An odd look came over him as he slowly said, with what sounded like admiration, "Your body shave is sooo fucking cool." I told him it was done by a friend five days ago but that, actually, the growing-in pubic stubble is itching and pricking like mad. Frankie said, "I'll fix that " as he pulled both my hands, helping me to get up. I followed him into the bathroom where he wet down, lathered-up, and used a safety razor to shave my pubic stubble until I was smooth as a baby's bottom again. Frankie was very good with the razor too and I thought of Pete, the mailroom boy, last summer with his shaved pubes and wondered again if Frankie had something going with that kid way back then. When I was hairless, Frankie wanted me to do him...he said he'd had shaved pubes from time to time and really liked it. Using a pair of scissors I cut off a lot of Frankie's long, bright red pubic hairs while he stood on a spread-out newspaper. We wrapped up the newspaper with his pubic hairs inside and dumped it in the trash. Naturally we talked about the time I had to cut most of his pubes off last summer due to an accident he'd had. He said he knew it was sexy, but he was in so much pain from the splinter that it was the pain he mostly remembered now. I remembered that experience too... like it was yesterday, and I also got to thinking about me cutting and then shaving Joey's pubes....Joey loved to have his pubes shaved. Frankie told me to cut his pubes shorter with the scissors hoping that the razor wouldn't pull when I shaved him, so I went over his pubic patch again cutting them down to the skin almost....the short pieces drifted to the bathroom floor. It was kinda fun, but like I said earlier...a tad smelly. Finally done with the scissors, I did pretty much the same wetting, lathering and shaving of Frankie that he'd done on me. Smooth, hairless bellies and balls felt so cool. Neither of us had much hair on our legs or arms. He got me situated back in front of him on my knees again... this time, except for our heads, we were hairless boys. Planning ahead, I'd taken the opportunity to wash Frankie's ass while I was lathering his pubes because earlier he'd mentioned rimming. Sure enough, Frankie mentioned it again, "Suck me off real good Oliver, and then I want a hot riming from you with a lot of tongue up in there. You do know how to rim, right?" I nodded "yes" and he took hold of my head with both his hands, lining my mouth right up against his balls, my nose pressed in his belly right where his pubic hair use to be. He told me I could wrap my arms around his legs or rub up and down his legs, but not to jerk myself off. He didn't want to miss out on the fun of making me climax while fucking me. Frankie said, "OK, dude. You can start by lapping my balls, then get them both in your mouth and give them a good sucking and humming ... then you'll get your reward.... my big cock in your mouth. Heh, heh, heh...that's the way Toby has me do him and I want to see how it feels. Got it?" Nodding my head "yes" I thought, "Toby?" Forget that, first things first... his crotch smelled OK now because I'd wet and cleaned it prior to shaving him, but still... there was a definite lingering odor of unwashed balls. Because they were Frankie's unwashed balls the odor got my dick tingling and a bit stiff. Frankie's cock and balls were still completely loose and limp from the washing and shaving.. Frankie has big nuts and a big cock...both looked even bigger without hair around them. My right arm casually wrapped around his thigh with my hand massaging his left buttock, my other hand slowly rubbing up and down his leg... going from the top of his foot up his calf through the fine hairs there, over his thigh and around to squeeze his other buttock and back down the same way. Frankie has one of the cutest asses I've ever seen on a boy....each buttock shaped like a half of a good sized cantaloupe. The very short pale hairs on his calf was silky... I'd rub up and down in the short, blond hairs five or six times enjoying the feel on my fingers. At the same time I was licking his balls with the widest part of my tongue, my mouth open as big as it gets. I started licking from right next to his hole, then totally up and over his nut sac to that spot right under his cock....my nose moving his cock out of the way as I came up on it. With balls this big I figured there was no way I could get both in my mouth at the same time, so I did them one at a time. Spit running down my chin and my dick getting harder and harder I sucked his lower nut into my mouth and tongued it like crazy. Frankie pulled my hair and grunted out, "Yeah, suck my balls bitch." After that ball was dripping with spit I pushed it out with my tongue and sucked in the higher nut... Frankie made a long hissing sound between his teeth when I pretended to bite down on it. He smacked the top of my head twice, it didn't hurt much. While licking and sucking his balls I continued to rub up and down his leg and massage his ass cheek. After the third or forth time of that he instructed in a strangely stern manner, "Don't even think about pushing a finger up my hole... that's what your tongue is for." My God, that bossy tone of voice! It was so sexy and to think it's coming from baby-faced Frankie. Then, I thought about Frankie sticking his finger roughly up my hole just a few hours ago and that had me dying to stroke my dick... my dripping boner, but Frankie had said "no touching". So I wasn't allowed to stroke my cock, but sucking off a young guy is so hot to me that I concentrated all my thoughte and efforts in that. I really got into it and quickly had Frankie shuffling his feet and breathing hard. His balls were dripping with saliva when he said, "Hey cunt, I said to get them both in your mouth at the same time. Get with it Frankie" ...What? Frankie? he called me Frankie? I almost stopped sucking on his nuts to ask about that, but the thought slipped away as I tried to actually fit both those big balls in my mouth at the same time. Hard to believe it would work, but finally, because they were so wet and slippery with my spit, they squeezed in, just barely... I was gagging from the over-load. Frankie pulled my hair again and groaned out "Suck my nuts Oliver... suck em good!" Ignoring my gagging I tried tightening my cheeks, which squeezed his nuts one in front of the other creating a tiny bit of room in my mouth to do some noisy sucking on those huge hairless nuts. Slurp, slurp slurp....slurp slurp slurp "Lick those nuts, Oliver..lap em! You'll get your reward." My throat ached from the effort of moving my tongue and sucking with my mouth so wide open like that, but I started licking under his balls and Frankie's cock was now boning-up good. It was laying next to my nose with the wet head on my forehead. Frankie pulled my hair even harder, saying in a low, sing-song voice...almost a mantra , "Suck my balls...suck my big balls, suck on those balls." Sweat rolling down my forehead again, just like it did when we were dancing. Actually, by now I'd gotten use to the overloaded mouth and was really doing some serious sucking on that mouthful of nuts....both my arms were wrapped around his legs tightly now and I was having a good old time with my boner bobbing up and down as my body swayed slightly with the sucking and lapping. I'd only stop sucking to hum real hard getting those nuts vibrating .. Frankie really liked that. Saliva ran in rivlets down either side of my mouth to my neck and onto my chest. The combined smell of my saliva and Frankie's slightly dirty body was sexy to me beyond words. Frankie groaned, "OK you did pretty good, now you get your reward...you can start sucking that big, fat cock of mine" and he smacked across the top of my head when he said it... harder than last time and it stung. I was into a sexual trance by now though and knowing it was Frankie's big balls made everything that much more awesome. If my mouth wasn't so full I would have been moaning with the pleasure of it all. His balls, his skin, everything tasted so good. I couldn't lick, hum or suck on them enough to suit me... The head smack hurt a bit, but I was feeling so good at the moment it didn't bother me. What did seem weird almost from the start was the way Frankie was acting and the things he was saying...didn't seem like him at all. It was as if he were reading from a cornball script or repeating some dialogue from a cheap prono flick. All I could come up with at the moment...my mouth full of his nuts, was the fleeting thought that this has to be the way his boy Toby orders Frankie to do stuff. And now Frankie wants to play that role..the Toby role, with me playing him... the Frankie, role. That might piss most guys off, but it was fine with me....I was having sexy fun. Frankie had ordered me to start blowing him and as I've said, I really love sucking cock, especially his... I had a mouthful of saliva worked up and I transferred a lot of it to his fat cock and started long laps up and down and all around his now hard-as-a-flagpole boner. After a few minutes of that he was really getting hot and he wheezed out..."Put it in now, Oliver" and I took the head into my mouth and sucked and licked like mad. It simply taste so good to me...the head of my own cock was wet too and I was doing quiet moans of pleasure now that I had a bit of room in my mouth. Frankie let me suck him off for a minute and then grabbed hold of the back of my head with both his hands to pull my head flat against his belly, my nose buried there, where his red pubes would normally be... his boner going down my throat. He pulled hard on the back of my head to get his cock as far down my throat as possible then he'd pull back his hips to slide his sloppy cock back up to my mouth where I sucked it like it was the most delicious thing on earth. Then back down my throat it went. Frankie was moaning and saying "yes! cocksucker!" "Oh yeah!" and even once when it was down deep in my throat he said, "swallow... swallow, god damnit!" ...I did my best to please him. Three minutes or so of that and Frankie grunted out, "That's enough Oliver, I don't wanna cum. Get that tongue of your's ready to lap my asshole now." Frankie told me to stay on my knees, but turn around, facing away from him. As I did that he explained, "This is how my...ah, that is, Toby, wants me to do it for his quickie rim jobs...that's what we call them, quickies". As he was saying that his huge wet boner bobbed out in front of him and I gulped thinking about that thing up my ass. Frankie grabbed my head with both hands, then holding around the back of my neck and roughly bending my head back, he positioned his hole over my mouth. He was breathing heavily as he squatted down with his legs spread and moved my head until my nose was between his ass crack. I wrapped my arms around the front of his knees to keep from falling down backwards. Frankie moved his hips forward and back a little, rubbing his ass crack and his hole all over my face before positioning his hole so that my nose was poking it and then slowly moving his hole down till it was over my mouth. I started in licking along his crack near his hole, over and over with big, wet licks. Actually, I like rimming... although not so much in this awkward position. Funny, but a year ago I would have bet you a million dollars I'd never rim anybody. Now it seems to me to be a very sexy, submissive thing to do. My tongue was stretched pretty good from the balls and cock sucking and was really working on Frankie's ass. I moved my dripping tongue up his entire crack, from just behind his nut sac right up till my eyes were looking up over his buttock and up his back. My neck was really stretching with Frankie digging his fingers in keeping my face tight against his buttocks. When his crack was slippery with spit I concentrated on licking just the asshole opening and it loosened up pretty quickly. Soon it was loosened enough for me to start pushing my tongue inside. Frankie was still making those moaning and humming sounds, but he'd stopped the crazy jive pimp rap. He'd occasionally pull my face up against his ass so tightly I couldn't breath. My tongue was aching, but it was very sexually hot for me and I was afraid I'd cum spontaneously again. Just when I thought I would, Frankie pulled my head away and in a voice I could barely hear, he mumbled, "Get the condom off the bed now, Oliver". I stared at his boner again...he looked like he was going to blow his load right then... his nuts were like hard agates up tight against his crotch. When we'd come upstairs a half hour ago Frankie had thrown that six pack of condoms in the middle of all those wrinkled sheets on his bed. Hopping up and opening the condom package, fumbling to get one ready while continuing to stare disbelievingly at the swollen head of Frankie's cock, thinking, "I can't remembering it ever being that big before". It was dripping, throbbing, and fat. Frankie absently stroked it as he rubbed his nipples and licked his lips. "Hurry up, Oliver... what's the fucking problem." Just as he was about to grab the condom out of my hand I got the thing out of the plastic and unrolled one on Frankie's cock. It went down two-thirds of the way... god damn, that boner looked dangerous. "Grab the top bureau drawer there and hold on... I'm gonna do you just like this. You need it good and hard and fast this first time". Bending at the waist, then pulling the top drawer of that bureau out to get my fingers in and get a good hold. Frankie already had a firm hold on my hips and, without hesitating, he pushed that swollen cock head against my hole hard. My sphincter muscle held out for three seconds, but Frankie was determined and that fat cock head slowly slid in...very painful, burning feeling all around my ring. I grimaced, my head hanging between my arms, my hole on fire. Frankie grunted, "You weren't this tight last time, were you?" I couldn't talk or I'd explain that the reason I wasn't so tight last time was we did it little by little... after loosening it up. Frankie pushed that big thing all the way up inside me, muttering, "Yes..yes..yes..yes..yes..yes" with each inch of progress he made. His fingers squeezed tight on my hips pulling me back towards him. Once in, Frankie slowly dragged his big cock all the way out. And, I do mean all the way out... the swollen cock head made a "plop" sound slipping past the sphincter ring as it left my hole. I couldn't imagine why he'd pulled all the way out, but before I could say anything his cock was at my ring putting pressure on it again and soon he was inside me doing it all over, like the first trip. Then he pulled all the way out with another "plop". I managed to grunt out, "what are you doing, Frankie?" He snapped back, "Shut up. This is how Toby does me. I'm teaching ya something new." Then "plop" it was out of me again and right back at my entrance for a return engagement. After a half dozen times I had to admit I was loosened up really well, it was a shortcut to loosen a sphincter ring maybe, but it wasn't the most painless method by a long shot. Frankie soon was satisfied my hole was flexible enough to suit him and he went to town fucking me with long, tight strokes.... pulling me into him as he thrust forward. It was hot... and then he'd put pressure on my hips to lower my ass and he'd spread his legs so he was now driving his boner up into me instead of straight ahead. It felt even better that way. No doubting it, Frankie had some experience ...either from being fucked or from doing the fucking. In either case I was really getting off on it. My guess... Toby fucks Frankie frequently...whoever Toby might be. I lasted maybe six minutes before I started peeing cum. Little six inch spurts of cum with me squealing as each one left my cock in slow motion...strange climax, but it was my second one in three hours and it felt awesome! With each of my squeals Frankie would say something like, "This what you were hoping for, Oliver? Ya want it harder, do ya? You love this big cock, don't ya bitch?" I couldn't speak because it really did feel fantastic...it was a new feeling. The entire affair was a pleasant surprise in many ways, but the verbal "rap" he put out during the fuck was not one of the positve parts of the "surprise" for me. If I felt I could let go of the drawer to stroke my cock I would have, but because Frankie was being so rough I'd probably crack my head on the edge of that ancient walnut bureau if I let go. He fucked me for five minutes after my own climax before he began shooting off his. It felt great the whole time and too bad he couldn't have held out longer. Lots of deep breaths noises from Frankie with each of his cum squirts. His cum went into the condom of course, so I missed out on that squishy, cumy feeling and while I wish I could have felt all Frankie's cum shoot up inside me, it wouldn't be very smart... not a safe thing to do. When his balls were empty he pressed his crotch hard against my ass cheeks and did a slow grind. Frankie smacked my ass twice as he pulled out and asked, out of breath, "How'd you like that, Oliver. You happy you came to visit me and my big cock?" He was talking in a breathy, good natured way, but still we were sort of back to that "doing me a favor thing".. and what's with all this smacking and jive talk? I let it slide and instead concentrated on doing what I always seem to do with Frankie... tell him how hot he is and what a hot, sexy fuck he'd given my ass and all the one-way compliments I could think of. As always, Frankie accepted them as his due without returning any to me. We cleaned up a little in a bathroom that could use a little cleaning up itself. Frankie handed me a previously used washcloth, to put it nicely, and I scrubbed my hole to get the dripping lube off. ...the funky wash rag was kind of freaking me out a little. Then the toilet clogged-up with Frankie's cum-filled condom mixed in with the toilet paper we had to use to dry ourselves with. It's hard to believe Frankie lives in this squalor day in and day out. He plunged the mess down the toilet using a big black plunger that was sitting there next to the sink....close to a row of three tooth brushes too. Yuck! I got over the "used" washcloth freak-out and, wearing a smelly bathrobe of Frankie's, him with a thin blanket wrapped around him, journeyed down to the kitchen to share a beer and smoke a cigarette. Frankie was glowing and acting the "big shot". "You ever been fucked that good before, Oliver? Toby does me just like that and our cocks are very close to the same size...not small like yours, so I know how good it feels when someone fuck you properly. Hey, wouldn't it be a blast to get Toby to join us some time? Maybe Christmas break. Oh man, he'll have you walking the walk and talking the talk. Toby don't take no shit from anybody." There wasn't much I could think of to say to that. Instead I tried asking about Toby...what's he look like, how old is he, what kind of guy was he? ...stuff like that and Frankie, all of a sudden doesn't want to talk about Toby anymore and says "oh, he's just some kid I goof around with. Just thought it would be fun for you to have him do you like he does me. For christ sake, I didn't expect the third degree." A bit later he got excited again...this time telling me about these two cool freshman guys at college who he ate lunch with every day. Richie something and his boyfriend. Frankie said he wanted a boyfriend just like Richie. He said he'd treat his boyfriend just like Richie was treated by his hot, tough boyfriend. It sounded like that submissive/dominant thing that I kinda like too. Frankie was enthralled with the relationship that those two lunch mates of his had together. I asked if he were sure they were gay boyfriends and Frankie said, "Of course they are Oliver, aren't you paying attention. Tell ya something else too.. that Richie kid really, really reminds me of you." Then he went into this thing where if I transferred to West Chester University I could be his "Richie" and he'd, of course, be the tough kid in charge of me. I said that I'd think about it. "Fuck" I thought, "Frankie's off in Never-Never land again". Lighting another cigarette Frankie tells me he'll be doing me again a little later, on my back this time... then he jumped up and insisted I lay across the big arm of a huge sofa...he wanted to see if the height was good. I wouldn't mind getting fucked again, but I was sort of hoping Frankie would let me have a go at fucking him. This Toby seems to be doing it regularly, but I guess I don't qualify. I did lay across the sofa's arm like he wanted though because Frankie was just bossy enough to intrigue me. "Yeah, this will work" he says. "You'll wrap your legs around my waist while I'm fucking you and I'll give ya one hell of a good fucking. I know how much you want that, right? And, Oliver...as a special favor for you, this fuck is going to last a lot longer than the first one. Just remember what I said.. absolutely no pulling your pud while I'm doing you. I do not allow that" and he smacked my ass through the smelly bathrobe. I'm thinking, "Oh man, he's off the deep end again" just as Frankie's cell phone rings...it was on the kitchen table. I was still laying across the arm of the sofa and he lifts my legs this time, the smelly bathrobe falls away from me, and Frankie smacked my bare ass three times, hard. In a happy voice he says, " Just stay here for a minute while I get that. Ain't this fun?" and off he hustles to answer his cell phone. I slipped off the sofa's arm and sat on that big sofa in the family room thinking, "More fucking smacks on my ass, damn they hurt." Then my thought was, "Could these people afford a slip cover for this filthy thing"...the sofa was covered with stains...Yuck!. Then I thought about how Frankie keeps morphing into different personalities and how annoying that was ....it's couldn't be good for his own mental health either. In the kitchen Frankie was raising his voice getting me to thinking ...what now? My cigarettes were in the kitchen so I got up to get them...just outside the kitchen doorway I hear Frankie say, "Please, Toby". Toby? Hmmmm, I really shouldn't be listening in to someone else's conversation but.... Frankie says, "You know I always do what you want Toby, please don't be mad at me. I'll get there somehow ...can you pick me up at the convenience store? I'll hitch over there." Toby was talking and then Frankie says, "How much will Fallon pay and who's the guy we'll be doing it with?" Then, "I don't think I know him. Is he that big black guy?" My heart was pounding just hearing that name again..."Fallon" and, Frankie's a call boy still? Daddy/Glen's mob contact straightened Fallon out months ago. Frankie says, "Yeah, no shit! I know for sure I can use the money Toby. What the hell, as long as you're part of it, won't be too bad." Frankie listened for a minute before saying, " I know you don't ever want to take it up the ass Toby, you don't have to tell me every time...I know that's my job, OK? ....." Then, " I love you too, man. See you in fifteen minutes." Oh my God! I got back real quick and was sitting on the edge of the sofa when Frankie hurried in. "Oh, ah..Oliver. That was my mother. I've got to go down and help them out...gotta work tonight because, ah, somebody didn't show up at work or something. I won't be able to give you that second fucking after all, but I'll owe ya one. Hey! don't look so disappointed, you'll get it another time... OK? Let's get dressed real fast. I gotta hurry." I wasn't looking disappointed about not getting fucked.... I was looking disappointed because I was getting fucked... another kind of fucked...screwed, shit on, or however you want to say it. We hustled upstairs and got dressed in silence. My boxers were stiff with my own dried cum from our make-out a couple hours ago and my ass was a little sore from Frankie's rough fuck of ten minutes ago. Mostly my feelings were hurt... I guess my heart was hurt too, but I didn't want to say anything to Frankie at the moment. He said he needed me to drive him some place and he promised to call me or email or something in a few days. "Could ya hurry, Oliver. For fuck sakes, this is important" And out the door on the run we go... hop in the car and take off with tires squealing. It was only a ten minute drive to drop Frankie off. No kiss, no hug, no nothing...I'm old news now so all I hear is a quick, "Call me or something" and Frankie was gone in a flash. I got really lost trying to back-track and get on the main highway home. The fucking tears didn't help anything either. That fucked-up lying bastard! No music on the ride home. My entire experience with Frankie, from the first day on the job, has been a roller coaster ride. Today was no different...from the high of that surprise make-out. The one that ending with me spontaneously cuming in my pants ...it's the most luscious feeling to spontaneously cum like that... I really loved that!. Then we go down deep into the pits with Frankie lying about, well, everything... then he gets back to being his old self and we have that hot dance party together and the fun from pubic shaving each other. Frankie with his hot BO then gets a little bit bossy and fucks me a new asshole and we're way back up high at the top of the roller coaster again, only the next minute to drop like a fucking rock after that phone call from that kid Toby....and with Fallon involved in pimping out those two.... those poor stupid fucked-up losers! Driving along, I came to the conclusion that it's a relief realizing that it's over between Frankie and me....and it is as over as over can get. Maybe I knew it in the back of my head long ago... knew it was never going to work out between Frankie and me. Frankie, of course, would go on like this forever...in his mind he isn't doing anything wrong. He probably thinks I am his best friend...who he loves. Only problem there... well, there are two actually. One...he doesn't know the meaning of the word "friend" and, two....ditto about "love". Other than those two minor items, he's probably 100% correct about us. I pulled over to a rest area to do some dry heaving, but no vomit. Feeling beat up and stupid, I drove the rest of the way home without thinking about Frankie. I thought about getting home in time to go with my parents to pick-up Christian at the airport. I'd wipe my eyes from time to time only to discover that I'd been crying again, but mostly I just felt like a damn fool. Probably was driving too fast also, but I didn't give much of a shit about that... As it turned out, when I got home, I had time to shower and change before we left. My parents were surprised and happy I wanted to go with them. We met Christian and he gave us all kisses and big hugs. He kept his arm around my shoulders as we walked to the baggage claim area and he squeezed me into his side from time to time. My brother knows what love is. I never feel as safe anywhere or with anybody as I do with Christian and it's been that way as far back as my memory goes. He is always full of compliments, gifts, and praise for me. It was exactly what I needed to help me survive the travesty of my reunion with Frankie. Christian took us out to dinner and it was fun being with him.... and not thinking about Frankie for awhile. Christian knows how to handle every situation and it just makes it wicked relaxing for me. With Mom and Dad I too often get the feeling they're not really sure of what to do next or how something is suppose to be done...they're always asking questions of strangers. No wonder I never had any self confidence myself. But, all that changes when Christian is around because he takes charge and I feel proud the way people defer to him by saying, "Yes, Sir... Thank you, Sir... My pleasure, Sir" Stuff like that. I feel kind of important when I'm with Christian. Lot's of talk and some after-dinner drinks for those three, not me...I listened and ate my chocolate moose in sort of a daze. Back home we all went up to bed around ten o'clock. It seemed strange being in that bedroom with my brother again. I mean our little bedroom here. I washed up, peed, brushed my teeth and hopped in bed first. When Christian had done the same he turned out the light and said, "I sure could use some cuddles from my little brother." This is the only area I don't think Christian has a good grip on...he knows how to handle every other thing in the world except this. I said, "In my whole life I never expect to love anyone as fully as I love you Christian, but that brotherly sexy weekend we had together was a one-time-only thing for me." Then I sort of choked-up and couldn't go on because I knew I was hurting Christian's feelings. We were both quiet for a second and I could here him breathing and guessed he wasn't ready to say anything so I told him in one long breathless sentence how special our time together had been...how very special, and that it was something I'd never forget, but I needed him to be my big brother and when we were doing our brotherly sex it seemed at times that I was the big brother and I can't handle that role "You have to be the big brother, Christian ....always and forever. I need you to be that person." Taking a deep breath now, waiting for him to say something. When he started talking, he didn't seem angry at all, "You probably think I have a glamorous life, Oliver. Rich and successful with all the boyfriends I want...or can buy. The truth is I'm lonely a lot, I work eighty hours a week and frankly don't have much of a social life. Daddy and I do our role-playing maybe twice a month and I pay for some boys to keep me company once in a while, but they don't really like me especially...they pretend to, of course. Tips rock in their world". He was very pensive, very accepting of things as he continued, "That weekend with you was the best weekend of my life... I kind of knew you'd say no tonight, but nothing could stop me from asking. That being said, I totally respect your choice....maybe I'm even a little relieved...knowing where we stand, I mean. So, big brother it is....why do you need a big brother right now anyway? I can tell from the sound of your voice that you do...that something monumental went wrong in your life... and fairly recently too. What was it, Oliver?" He knows me so well. Without hesitating I started telling Christian about Frankie, starting way back to the beginning of last summer. After a few minutes he interrupted, "Wait a minute Oliver. Are you telling me that you're actually living a full-blown, no pun intended, gay lifestyle? I thought you had a girlfriend and that you were living the straight life." I told him I'd purposely mislead him because I wasn't ready to discuss it last summer. "The truth is that I've been gay from the first second I knew what sex was. I should have made that clear in Seattle, but wasn't brave enough to do it then". Christian said he can understand that and then "So..OK, what about the redhead?" The more I told him about Frankie the more some of the other boys in my life slipped into the conversation... strictly for comparison reasons. All of a sudden Christian stopped me again. He sat up in bed and turned on a little bedside lamp. In the dim light he looked so handsome. He said, "Oliver, how many boys are you having sex with?" The sound of his voice sort of warned me to back-up a little. I said, "Just three". That number just popped in my head. He looked at me blankly and said, "Three? At the same time? OK, well, you mentioned Alexander, Bobby, Frankie, someone named, was it Spunky? and your roommate, whats-his-name. Which of those aren't you having sex with? Oh yeah, wait a minute, that kid from Penn on your senior class trip too...the one you first had sex with. So, which three out of those six aren't you going to bed with?" I started crying quietly. He heard my sniffle, but said again, " Who are your straight friends from that group, Oliver? They're not all gay are they?"" Without a word, I turned over onto my stomach and put the pillow over my head and cried some more. Christian got out of his bed to sit on the edge of mine and pat my shoulder saying, "OK...I'm sorry, Oliver. Shhhh, don't cry. It's OK. Please talk to me....you're fine" He got me to turn over and sit up a little so he could hug me with one arm around my shoulder while he talked, "Really, it's OK to have experimented with two or three guys in the past six months, or however long it's been. I just got scared for a second there that you were jumping in bed with every guy you met, that's all. As soon as you said you were participating in gay sex I got very scared for you... but jeez, two or three guys, that's not a big deal. Let's just say I'm jealous. OK? I'm having a difficult time here thinking of you fully engaged in the gay lifestyle, that's all." "Why is it so odd that I'm gay, Christian? You are and so are millions of others?" My tears had dried up along with my desire to mention any other gay boys I'd shared a little sex with during the past nine months. "Christian sounded incredulous when he said, "I'm a little bit afraid for you, Oliver. I mean, look at yourself. You're a cute, yummy, desirable chicken out there, probably the best any chickenhawk ever laid eyes on. Come to think about it, you're damn lucky you've only had three different sex partners. Damn lucky!" I protested that I'm not really so cute, but I didn't tell Christian about the boys I know who are wicked cuter then me. "And, what's a chicken?" He explained about youthful, tight bodied guys being sought after by certain gays. As to why he felt I was lucky, Christian said, "Well Oliver it's like this.... I noticed it about you before, but it really hit home in Seattle and it's nothing to worry about if you're following a straight sex life. After your senior class trip you were different...I mean, you still had the cute face of course, but you were projecting a certain something that was more than just being cute. Your demeanor, your facial expression, your body language, your everything really... it was kind of like you were saying, "I WANT TO PLEASE...LET'S BE FRIENDS". This was news to me. I said, "What do you mean, Christian? I don't get it." He hugged my shoulders tighter and said, "You began having that friendly little half smile on your face all the time, and because you appear so innocence with your wide eye happy look and that big grin you have for virtually anyone who acknowledges your existance...well, basically you might as well be walking around with a sign around your neck saying..."I want to be liked ... I'll do anything you want if you'll like me." This made me mad, "Shut up, Christian!" He stopped with his mouth half open. I said, "God damnit you, that is so unfair! I don't do any of those things. It sounds like you're saying I'm a slut or a whore or something. You're just trying to hurt my feelings because I won't go to bed with you." and I started crying again. Christian has had to deal with so many of my crisis situations over the years... he knows what to do. First, soothing sounds and hugs or back rubs and then talk quietly, starting off with compliments, "Please Oliver, you know how I feel about you. There is no way I'd do anything to hurt you intentionally. You're very, very special. I'm worried, that's all.... hell, it scared me when you said you were being openly gay... openly gay except here with Mom and Dad, I mean. All this time I thought you were doing the "straight" routine....so, ya know, when a gay made a move on you, which I was positive was going to happen, I assumed you'd react in a negative way to that. You being straight and all...so you'd be safe. A small rebuff is enough to deter the great majority of gay guys. Us gays expect 90% of the guys we meet to be straight to start with, so it's no surprise when they are." My head was against his shoulder listening to him. I love to be babied by Christian and, God knows, he's had to do a lot of it, especially after Tyler's death. He continued quietly explaining that since I'm not in the closet now, and in fact I'm actively looking for gay partners ...well, he's really surprised I've only connected with two other gay guys since my senior trip. He emphasized that my open faced look was an invitation to gays. Gay guys know each other's "look" for the most part, and he reiterated that my "look" was saying "Let's get together!". Hmmmm, so now I know part of the reason so many gay guys come on to me. Good to know, but I'm not sure what to do with the information yet. Christian talked about lost love and broken hearts and how it happens to everyone. He talked at length about Frankie's many "problems" and about how some people are hell-bent on fucking up their lives and no matter how much you want to help them...it's never, ever, enough. We changed the subject discussing the probability of two brothers, five years apart, both being gay... and what to do about telling our parents. I described a little about what I was looking for in a boyfriend and I mentioned things like...a boy around my age who was thin, cute with a nice smile, and so on. Christian had calmed down by now and wasn't as worried about his little brother going out in the big bad gay world. He said he liked that I was interested in more of a "peer" for a boyfriend... that's best for me. It was going along great until I made the mistake of saying how hot I think it is when my sex partner is the dominant figure in our relationship. "What? You're actively looking for a dominant sex partner? Are any of the three you've met so far dominant?" I was like, "No no no, nothing like that. I was half joking Christian, it's just fun to fantasize about different stuff, you know. Like you and Daddy-Glen and all. Nothing specific." Christian had a hand on each of my shoulders and turned me around to face him, "Listen to me Oliver. This is a very dangerous road you're traveling. You are going to attract a lot of gay admirers and some of them are going to be the dominant type and maybe even the predator type. You could find yourself walking behind one of these hypnotic, dominant types with a dog collar around your neck, being led around naked on a leash." Shrugging my shoulders to twist out of his grip I said, "Don't be ridiculous Christian, no one is led around by a leash. Certainly not me" When I said that thing about being led around on a leash my dick twitched, I'd seen something like that on a porn site and thought it was kind of exciting... done as role playing, I mean. Christian insisted it happens more than I think. He, himself, was very much like the way I described myself... Christian was always the submissive in his role playing with Daddy so he knew what he was talking about. "If you're submissive in sexual play you have to also be self confident in matters outside of sex and be mature enough to know your limitations Oliver, or you'll get yourself in trouble. Believe me, I know. You can't be a naive little gay boy in that world or you'll get eaten alive." He felt better about things when I told him none of the "three" guys was dominant and that I'd be alert to that type from now on. Christian said, "This is no joke, Oliver. Glen told me what happened when you sprung that surprise visit on me... he said he thought at the time you were the youngster we'd hired for the night... so he was getting you ready for our games. He said it took him only two minutes to have you totally under his control. You were docile and ready to have your head and body shaved and whatever else Daddy wanted you to do. Am I right?" I told him he was being ridiculous, that I knew Daddy would find out who I was because I was just about to tell him. We discussed the dangers I could run into if I wasn't careful... we did it until I was exhausted with the subject. Finally Christian kissed me goodnight, on my forehead, and we actually did shut it down for the night. There was a lot for me to think about here. The first thing is that Daddy/Glen did have me totally docile and ready to do his bidding so I do need to watch out for that. I remember how it was so peaceful just giving in to Daddy, being totally under his control...exciting too. You know, wondering what was coming next....what did this dominant figure intend doing with me? Hard to explain to guys who aren't submissive really. The fact that I immediately started getting a boner thinking about being captured by Daddy was a further warning for me to be very careful. Alexander is someone who is getting into more of that dominant role lately which just may be why I like those Delaware trips so much. Of course, with Alexander it isn't role playing ...that's true enough, but I always have the confidence that if I say "stop" ...he will. I feel physically safe with Alexander.... of course I do wind-up with some goofy haircuts and in some strange situations, wearing odd outfits. But it's fun. Also, all that other general stuff Christian discussed was helpful and needed to be thought about more deeply. It seems, without realizing it, I'm sort of advertising for gay playmates. And, other gays can pick-up that signal fairly easily. Maybe I'm picking up their signals without knowing it too, and maybe that combination of factors goes a long way to explain why I come in contact with so many gay guys. I come in contact with lots and lots of kids now anyway ...from the hoards at Wildwood, to the inflated numbers of young males at last summer's part-time job, to the hundreds at Penn that I see everyday. The great majority are "straight" of course, I'm not connecting with many of those ...I'm connecting with the much smaller group who are gay. Yeah, but being completely honest with myself I have to admit there are other dominant types among the gays I've had sex with, other than just Alexander I mean. Randy for sure...and that Aaron kid the other night at the hoagie shop is dominant for sure even though I'd had no sex with him. Alexander didn't start out dominant, but he's grown into it. Others too, I think... maybe Myers and I notice Frankie getting like that too earlier today...that two-faced prick. Who else? Well, I'll give it some more thought tomorrow, too tired now. Naturally I'm not going to worry Christian about all this. It's something for me to be aware of... and for now that's enough. Next day was Thanksgiving... we watched football, greeted our Aunt, Uncle and two girl cousins, age 12 and 13 who were totally obnoxious, and our Grandmother, who was not obnoxious The woman helped fix the thanksgiving dinner and the men drank alcoholic beverages and watched TV. Chritian was very social with everyone. It's well known in the family that Christian is super successful and wicked rich so they treat him deferentially. Me they treated like I was still a kid which I guess I am for the most part. I drank vodka and grapefruit juice and smoked cigarettes in the back yard with Uncle Carl and Christian. We were the only smokers. I got a pass from my parents on the smoking because, for some crazy reason, they think a college kid should try everything once, even cigarettes...or some logic like that. Frankie got me started on the Marlboro Lights and now I'm hooked...God damnit I don't want to think about him...it hurts, to be honest with ya. Thanksgiving day wasn't a hell of a lot of fun ...mostly because I spent a great deal of the day answering questions. That's what people do when they don't know you well enough to have a conversation...they ask about your private life. That night I went to bed before Christian and we didn't have any kind of a conversation. I was glad of that because I still had a lot to think about from our first night's talk. Christian had to get right back to work so a limo took him to the airport early Friday morning. Both my folks were back at work on Friday too. Still in bed, I'd given Christian a brotherly kiss goodbye and he said he'd see me soon, over Christmas holidays. The next time I woke up it was noon. I found two hundred dollar bills under my pillow. I guess Christian put them there when we kissed goodbye. Two hundred bucks, sweet!! Tomorrow I'd see sexy Myers and I really wanted to fuck him, just like I did last time I saw him....might be just what I need. Most of Friday was spent thinking about how it all went wrong with Frankie. I couldn't get it off my mind. There was a large element of relief too... relief I finally was through with the idea that I was in love with him. I now knew that I wasn't in love with him and that maybe all along I was more in love with the concept of being in love with Frankie than actually being in love with him... if that makes any sense. It's not a happy place for me presently...Frankie leaves a big hole in the picture I have of myself. I wasn't in love with anyone now and probably never have been. Well, except that puppy love I had for Tyler...that was real. I watched a movie on cable and then drove around the neighborhood before taking my Mini through the car wash...just killing time. Checked my emails and answered the ones from the Twins, one funny one from Bobby who ended it with, "love Bobby" and a couple from Penn guys. Nothing from Joey, but I seem to recall him saying his family was spending Thanksgiving with his grandparents and they didn't even have a PC. Oh well, I'll see him in a few days. Guess he never even got that mushy email I sent him a few days ago. He'll get it eventually. After a dinner at home, Mom and Dad wanted me to help them pick-out a new high definition TV for their bedroom. That was going to be their main Christmas present to each other. See what I mean about my parents not being self confident...they need their nineteen year old son to go with them to the Mall picking out a TV. It dragged on and dragged on until almost Mall closing time, but they finally decided on the one they wanted. It was after ten o'clock by the time we got back to the house. I didn't want to hang around there so I told the folks I was yearning for a cheesesteak from The Townline Hoagie shop. Off I went, smoking and wondering if I'd see Aaron there. It was crowded at The Townline again, as usual, and then, YES!.. Aaron was serving tonight. Damn, I felt a little nervous...it felt weird stalking him, like I was playing with fire. I told myself, he interested me, that's all. I waited until a seat was vacant at the counter ...my heart was beating a bit fast as I sat down and there was a jittery feeing in my stomach too. Almost immediately he was there in front of me, all business. "What are you going to have?" I came out with, "Hey Aaron. Wha's up?" He said, "We're real busy tonight, what's it going to be?" I ordered the cheesesteak and a cherry coke... not feeling as nervous now. He didn't even act like he remembered me. That's OK, it was just a week ago we meant, I know he remembers me. Feeling reckless and, OK.. a little horny too, so five minutes later, as he was putting down the plastic basket with my cheesesteak in it I pretended to reach for it, but purposely got hold of his hand instead and squeezed it lightly. His skin was so smooth and tight. He looked over at me and said as plain as day, "Are you coming on to me now, Oliver? You're suppose to tell me if you are, remember?" I gulped and pulled my hand away so quickly the basket and cheesestate tumbled over. Aaron doesn't give a shit about anything! There were people on both sides of me when he asked me that, they had to have heard him. Aaron, in a smart-ass way, added, "Do you want me to get you another cheesesteak or is this one OK?" He had picked up the basket, the wax paper and the sandwich and it looked like new. I wheezed out, "This is fine, thank you" and away he went. I took a deep breath, looking straight ahead. My hands were a little shaky, but as usual the cheesesteak was delicious and I calmed down by the time I finished eating it. He looked as hot tonight as he did last Saturday night. Actually he looked hotter because he'd had a haircut, probably his mother nagged him to get one for Thanksgiving. It was the same style as before... moosed clumps sticking up on top, but now the hair was only half as long and not over his ears or collar. He looked younger, neater, and cuter too. Maybe I have a thing for Japanese boys now....God, if they're all like Aaron...oh man! After finishing my sandwich I wanted to wait for Aaron to reappear, but couldn't drag out my stay in that seat ... other guys were mumbling about getting seats at the counter so I left money on the check and was almost out the door when there he was. Aaron walked quickly down my side of the counter wearing a fleece pull over now... in deference to the outside weather conditions I guess. He said, "Same spot, Oliver". I followed him outside taking out my pack of smokes as I walked. An unexplained feeling of anticipation over came me... and once more I had a nervous feeling in my stomach. Aaron was near the kitchen door like last time and like last time he was pointing at the spot he wanted me to stand in. It was weird, but so cool of him too. I loved playing along so I stood up real straight exactly where he pointed...my hands at my sides. He pointed at my hand holding the cigarettes and said, "Your turn to share." I offered my open box of Marlboro Lights, he took one and lit it. I started to get one out, he held up his hand to stop me. With smoke streaming out of his mouth he asked, "Were you coming on to me in there this time?" I sort of did a little grin, nodded my head slightly and mumbled, "I guess". He stared in my eyes until I looked down...damn, why do I always look away from his stare. Taking another drag, he did that thing with his finger, like last time... the one where he rubs against my teeth, this time under my upper lip. He said, "Open" and when I did he put two fingers in my mouth, "Suck" and I did while feeling myself getting close to one of those trance-like states I can get in.... my dick was stirring in my pants. Aaron looked me in the eyes again and... same thing, I looked down and this time I moved my whole head down a little bit, still sucking on his fingers. Somehow it seemed right to act subservient to him. Five seconds later he took his fingers from my mouth and pushed them against my upper lip, turning it out, and flicked up the front of my nose...soaking my nostrils with his two spit-soaked fingers. While demonstrating his dominance with that finger activity he continued casually smoking my Marlboro Light. He wiped his wet fingers on my sweatshirt and ordered me to put my cigarettes away saying I wouldn't be having one for a while. I slipped then in the front pocket of my jeans, still looking down. He sounded almost exasperated when he said, "OK, what the hell. Come with me, Oliver. It'll have to be kinda quick though" and he hooked his index finger in the neck of my sweatshirt and half pulled, half led me around back. Pointing at a door at the very back of the building he told me it led to the hoagie shop's dry goods supply room. "We're going inside there Oliver and you're going to do exactly what I tell ya or you'll get a spanking" he squeezed my chin between his thumb and index finger adding, "OK?". I nodded at him dumbly not really getting it at all. Aaron went on to explain that on the other side of the supply room's back wall were the hot grills for the kitchen and they kept this place very warm. Unlocking the door he said, "Oh yeah, there are two large, noisy exhaust fans for the grills inside the supply room behind a wall made of quarter inch of plywood....so it's wicked loud in there. This room is not real ideal, but we'll have to make do. It's for sure we won't be able to hear each other talk". He unlocked the door and pulled me in. It was about eighty degrees and, like he said, very loud...sort of made a hollow bonging noise in your ears. I wasn't at all sure what Aaron exactly had in mind... I was hoping for a make-out. It's hard to explain to someone without a submissive nature what a turn-on it is to be dominated by a sexy boy, especially one that's two years younger and who is shorter than you ...don't ask me why, it just is. He led me over to a heavy wood shelving unit and indicated I should put my arm under the second shelf and around a two by four inch wood support. Had to bend over at my waist to do that and because he clasped his hands together, I did that too. He took a thin, cotton counter wipe from a stack of them on a higher shelf and with a few flips had my wrists tied together on the other side of that post. I said, "Hey" but I couldn't even hear myself say it. Pulling on the clothe only tightened the knot on my wrists...some type of slip knot. Looking behind me Aaron already had pulled off his fleece top, the shirt under that, and was stepping out of his low cut Nikes. Pulling down his pleated kaiki slacks revealed that he wore no underwear. Aaron stepped back into his sneakers, totally naked. No surprise that his body was slim, tight, smooth and, as far as I was concerned, perfect. The only possible imperfect aspect was his large cock... it had a decided curve upward. His nut sac was unusually large and low-hanging. Regular black pubic bush and a small patch of black hair under his arms, other than that his body was free of hair. Instead of wondering about my predicament, my mind was instead fixated on Aaron... more or less, just staring at him. Not paying attention to me at the moment he stroked his large member getting it to grow as it stiffened significantly. I was pretty sure now that we weren't going to make out. He came over to me, undid my jeans and pulled them and my boxer shorts down to my knees. My knees were slightly bent because the shelf wasn't more that thirty inches off the floor and my jeans bunched right there were my knees bent. He rubbed my ass cheeks and fondled my cock and balls ...just that little bit of touching got my dick stiffening up like his. I felt totally under Aaron's control.... the part about that, the one I mainly concentrated on, is that he wanted to control me, not someone else... I was the one he was willing to do this with. That's how I saw it and I was very aroused by it. Aaron wasn't hurrying, but he wasn't wasting time either. He turned the bottom part of my sweatshirt and my Nike mock turtle inside-out and pulled it up my back so that half my back and my belly up to my chest was bare. He quickly rubbed my bare body with both hands from my nipples down to my knees. It made me tremble and say, "Oh, that feels so good, Aaron" ...I said it, but nobody, including me, heard it. Aaron glanced over at the supplies on the shelves and grabbed a plastic squeeze bottle marked VEGETABLE OIL, flicked off the little nozzle cap, squeezed four lines of the oil just above my buttocks and began spreading it all over my lower back and then around on my belly. My dick was getting ridiculously hard by now and I was taking those short, fast breaths. I swear I can't remember being so squirmy with anticipation. No doubt Aaron's huge cock was going up my ass....even I figured that out by now. I must admit that the way he's going about all this made me feel faint with the need for Aaron to be inside me. The squeeze bottles of vegetable oil are used by the cooks to grease the grill before putting on the shaved steak and onions for cheesesteaks. Aaron had another use for his... after squirting three more lines of oil, on my buttocks this time, Aaron put the bottle down to use both hands massaging that slippery stuff all over my ass, in my crack and all the way under to the back of my ball sac. My nuts were hard as walnut shells and contracted to just about that size too. Aaron felt them with his oily hands and squeezed them, then stroked my boner. I gasped with pleasure and needed so much to feel my cum speeding up from my walnut sized nuts to fly out of my pipe-hard cock and get that indescribably delicious feeling around my crotch. I could hardly wait for Aaron to do me. My legs were shaky, my hole quivered and itched. It didn't matter that the room was too loud to hear conversation because by now I couldn't speak anyway. Every dominant move Aaron made was causing me to gasp for my next breath...trying to inhale enough air to just keep from passing out. I pulled on my bonds without thinking and tightened the material around my wrists even more. Aaron methodically went about his business squeezing three more lines of vegetable oil on my groin and really massaging it all over my shaved pubes and then fisted my nut sac and hard cock again, this time pulling up with both members enclosed in his hand...when my nut sac dropped back he continued up to the head of my cock and stroked it with that oily hand of his. I was blowing spit out onto the napkin refills on the shelf in front of me, grunting and saying, "Stroke it again, stroke it again" but neither of us heard the words as those exhaust fans roared in our ears.. Not more than two minutes had elapsed since coming in here, but it seemed much longer to me...my sexual appetite was as high as it's ever been. Fuck Dover, Delaware...this is twice as hot as I ever been there. Aaron pushed just the tip of his finger in my hole and pulled up on it some, then put his lips right against my ear and shouted, "I want your pussy up in the air. Get it up in the air and pushed out." Wanting desperately to please him I did the best I could and Aaron yelled, with his lips wetting my ear this time, "Good. Keep it just like that. OK" and he pushed the nozzle of the squeeze bottle in my hole and squeezed a lot of vegetable oil up there. My body had warmed all the oil he'd spread on me earlier and it was running down from my back, ass, and belly to soak into my boxers and jeans bunched there around my knees. I didn't care about anythig except how hot he had me. He smeared some of the oil that drained out of my asshole around my buttocks and then pushing the squeeze bottle inside my hole again, emptied the plastic bottle up inside me, then threw it into a trash bin. Looking over my shoulder I saw that Aaron had his back to me while stroking his big cock, so I relaxed my posture some. It was hard keeping my ass pushed up and back like Aaron wanted and I was sweating like mad in that hot room from the effort. Ten seconds later, while thinking how much that monster cock is going to hurt going in me, I didn't hear the smacks but I sure felt them, along with the beads of vegetable oil that flew off my buttocks from Aaron's hard smacks on my ass. Some of the oil beads from the smacks reached the back of my neck. He was spanking me with his wet oily hand, directly on my wet oily ass cheeks... and did that ever sting. If we could hear the spanking it would have sounded like, " splat splat splat splat splat splat!" real fast, and all against my bare ass with his open hand. After half a dozen smacks tears filled my eyes and I had a terrible memory of the wrestler Phil spanking me like this because I'd fucked up the laundry that time. Odd, when Phil did it I concentrated on dealing with the pain and Phil got a boner. When Aaron spanked me I ignored the pain and got a harder and harder boner myself. Soon I was groaning with the pain of my cock skin stretched beyond reason... my boner was so hard and big it threatened to split the skin...my ass sting was secondary to that. Aaron put his lips against my ear again and sternly told me in a loud voice to keep my pussy where I was told to keep it. I got it back where he wanted it damn quick. "Good boy!" then he leaned back to shout, " You love this don't you? Don't you?" he demanded of me. I can't believe it myself, but I nodding my head up and down like a fool. He turned my head to look at him. I had to read his lips this time, but I think he said something like "you're going to be fine and you're awful cute" I'm not positive about that last part...sure hope it's right though. Then he leaned down to my level and with the side of my face turned toward him, he drooled a big wad of spit in my ear and poked it in with his little finger. It clogged up my hearing even more. He pushed his little finger in my mouth and I sucked it clean of his spit, using my spit. Then, with oil covered hands he arranged my hair the way he wanted it and mouthed "Cute do". My head hung between my arms after that..it was most comfortable there because I felt so limp, so under Aaron's complete control, so... dare I say it, docile. In my mind I pretended I belonged to Aaron. It was a fun pretend-thought ....and so fucking hot! Behind me now he grabbed my hips... pulled me onto his bare, huge boner. Tough going trying to push in the swollen head of his big cock, but in it went. Aaron steadily pushed his fat, curvy shaped boner way up inside me. I thought "no condom" and right away that thought was replaced with "he's bigger than Frankie, but still not as big as Pete's cock". Aaron did get it all up inside me, but my hole was stretched a painful degree accommodating it. Especially painful when the swollen head popped in, that process really burned and hurt something terrible for the first minute or so. Seemingly unconcerned about any of the pain Aaron never slowed up for a second, fucking me steadily and eventually my hole had no choice but to expand, accommodating Aaron's relentless humping. It did so easily after a bit... in and out...in and out...in and out. That big curved cock plowing so far up inside me I felt it was at my throat. It quickly became the most erotic fucking I'd ever experienced and I was squealing with every penetration, humping back into his groin trying to get it deeper into me. I had no idea if he was enjoying it and making moaning sounds or, for that matter, screaming out curse words...it was just too loud in the room to hear. Not being able to hear was good in one way, Aaron couldn't hear me squealing like a piglet... my mouth wide open, squealing as loud as I could while I pulled against the clothe that bound my wrists together . This wasn't an out of control or hurried fucking like Bobby had done to me in his mom's shitbox car, this was simply a quick pace. When Aaron, a few minutes ago, was dragging me back here by my collar... he'd told me he was only on a short break so we'd have to make it fast. I didn't know what he meant by that at the time, I surely knew now.. It had taken only five minutes to tie my hands, get us undressed, oil my body and spank me. Now, two minutes into the fuck and I was really feeling hot and sexy and so good...my cock was harder than it's ever gotten and was poking straight out from my shaved groin like a steel spike. It started dripping when Aaron began lubing my body with the vegetable oil and it never stopped after that. I'd felt like I was going to climax from being stripped by Aaron... even when the hurt was so bad at the beginning I still thought I was going to shoot my load any second. That's the amount of sexual excitement Aaron caused me to have. I held off for almost three minutes and then literally screamed, with my mouth as wide open as it can get when a pressurized thin stream of cum shot out of my boner...nothing has ever felt like that. It was almost painful and followed up by four more pressurized hard thin streams of cum. In my ear I sounded like a girl squealing...well, that's how I sounded in my clear ear. Everything was still an echo in the ear with Aaron's spit in it. The dominance of Aaron, tying my hands, the vegetable oil, the oily body massage, and especially Aaron's huge cock all combined to create a new sexual experience. A taste of the forbidden fruit... being a sexually submissive could easily be addictive for me. I loved every second of it and when, two minutes after my climaxing, I actually felt the pulsating stream of his cum shoot deep up in my bowels the realization that our time together was almost over was a big downer for me...I wanted so bad for there to be two or three more sessions to this evenings festivities. Other things we could do together ... with him leading me of course. Although Aaron had shot a lot of cum up inside me, some of it I'd actually felt hit deep in me.... it was still a bit weird getting fucked to a huge climax without hearing my dominant boy's reactions. But, so loud was the thundering of those restaurant sized exhaust fans, that it was almost like silence...like Aaron and me were deaf. Obviously I hoped Aaron enjoyed fucking me and eventually it seemed that he did because he lifted me off my feet, grinding against my buttocks following his cum explosion. Then, within thirty seconds of his climax, he pulled out leaving my hole gaping. Quite a lot of his cum, along with more vegetable oil and some of my ass juices and sweat, drooled out of my ass to run down my thighs and soak into my pants, joining the earlier oil. My chest was heaving and I would really have enjoyed stroking my dick after that great climax if my hands hadn't been tied. I kept tightening my groin to increase a tiny bit that wonderful feeling around my nuts and cock. Aaron was wiping his crotch with those thin, cotton, counter rags, and then he wiped his semi-hard cock. He pulled his pants back on and came over to me to pull my boxers up first. They stuck to my ass, wet with Aaron's cum and the vegetable oil. He reached around to mold them against my semi-stiff cock and then pulled my sweatshirt and undergarment down to my waist. Lastly he pulled my jeans up, snapped them and patted all over my ass to get the jeans sticking against me too. Everything on me was pretty much soaked with sweat, cum, and vegetable oil. There was a loose end to the rag around my wrist and one sharp pull from Aaron slipped the knot and the rag fell away...I was free. Aaron hooked me by the collar again and led me outside. My hole hurt bad so I tried shuffling with short steps, he yanked on my collar to get me to hurry-up. It made me think about that leash thing Christian had talked about Wednesday night. Outside the "quiet" of the night roared in our ears...or rather, it seemed to. Little by little I began hearing distant, distinct sounds, like a far away laugh or car horn or traffic noises. Aaron pushed on my chest to back me against a waist high fence separating the walk way from the parking lot. He had a neutral look on his face...I wanted to kiss him or thank him or something. Taking a chance of making a fool out of myself I said, "Was I OK, Aaron?" He said, "Tomorrow night, right here. You should get here no later then eleven forty-five. I'll be coming from the inside there to let you in sometime between eleven forty-five and ten after twelve. You just wait for me out here. And, oh yeah...shave down there before tomorrow night, it's beginning to feel like sandpaper around that little cock of yours." I looked at him, not really believing my ears. "You mean tomorrow night, Aaron? I have a date." He told me to work it out anyway I wanted, but to be here. Then he said, "Put your head back a little" and he leaned in to me for what I thought was to be a kiss. It wasn't though...Aaron's great tongue lapped from under my chin, up and over it, across my lips, and up the front of my nose. He had worked up a lot of saliva making me think fleetingly of Frankie. Aaron said, "Sniff in. Sniff in" and when I did a lot of his saliva went up my sinuses making me cough and then sneeze. I smelled Aaron's spit from up my nose all the way home. He put his hand on the back of my neck and squeezed too hard before rubbing the hickey Frankie gave me Wednesday, then said, "Absolutely no more fucking hickeys, Oliver. I can't stand hickeys. Ya got that?" I squirmed because he was hurting my neck and said, "Yes, Aaron. No more hickeys." Using his hold on the back of my neck he pushed me toward the parking lot. Stumbling a few steps forward hurt my asshole and I grimaced. I looked back to see what he wanted me to do now, "Be here on time tomorrow. Drive slowly, you're a little overwhelmed right now." I nodded and then Aaron said, "You were more than OK, Oliver." He walked to the left taking his cell phone out and lighting a cigarette at the same time. I shuffled to my car down near the back of the parking lot. Smelling Aaron in my sinuses I thought, "He said I did better than OK". I said that to myself all the way back to the car. Before sitting down, I took off my sweatshirt to put on my car seat. It's soft for one thing.... and for another thing I didn't want to get the leather seat stained with Aaron's cum and the vegetable oil. It hurt to sit down in spite of the sweatshirt... it was squishy too because most of Aaron's cum had leaked out of me and onto my boxers by now. My knees and hands were very shaky as I started up the car, revving the engine and shivering while waiting for some heat to pour from the heater. Still shivering when heat flooded out... groping myself thinking that I'd never experienced anything as hot as Aaron. He's smaller and younger than me, but he's the best dominant personality I've ever had sex with. I know what Christian said about the dangers, but Aaron is a good guy...not some predator. Oh my God, that was so hot. I drove slowly home, like Aaron told me to do. During the ride I revisited every step Aaron put me through in our fifteen minutes of ecstasy... ecstasy for me anyway. I was actually, honest-to-God, really under Aaron's control in that supply room. My hands were tied and I could have screamed forever... no one would hear me. What a rush to have no choice but to wait for what comes next... we weren't role playing. It was real and I've never felt an erotic turn-on... a sexual high or a climax like that adventure with Aaron. And, oh my God.. Aaron himself is unbelievably hot. That confidence! The manner he handles himself...his looks! I just know he never had a doubt I'd do exactly what he told me to do. Alexander has some of that, but Aaron is the 100% real deal. By the time I'd driven the short distance home I was really sexually worked-up again. Just going over that supply room fuck had me so hot all over again. I thought about driving back and waiting for Aaron to get off work, but he might get pissed-off at me if I did that. So, instead I shuffled from my car, taking small steps in deference to my sore ass, into the dark house, up the stairs and into my bedroom locking the door behind me. I was breathing fast and groping myself... thinking about Aaron. Into my little bathroom I go and peel down my wet boxers and jeans... just to my knees like he'd had them, then bend over to grip my sink with one hand and stick my pussy..er, my ass out and up like Aaron wanted it and I jerked off with my eyes tightly closed thinking about Aaron big cock up inside me... and about my hands being tied together around that two by four inch wood support. I didn't last even as long as I did in the supply room. Cum splattered against the front of the sink. Gasping for air and whining with the thrill of it all I pulled on my cock till the head began hurting and ... suddenly, I realized I was finally satisfied. Opening my eyes, breathing deeply now, I look in the mirror above the sink at my pathetic reflection. Sweat on my forehead, my face contorted from the climax, my soft dick in my hand, the absurd position I had put myself in. My asshole hurt, and now so did my dick... vegetable oil from my chest down to the tops of my feet by now.... from my back to my heels as well. Aaron had put so much oil on me that, when my pants were pulled up, it had drooled down my legs to pool in my socks. The cheeks of my ass still stung from the spanking Aaron had laid on me. All of a sudden I'm thinking, "what the fuck is wrong with me?" I turned my hips to show a reflection of my ass in the mirror and both my buttocks were still bright red from the spanking. The head of my cock was dark red because I'd squeezed it too tight and stroked it too hard. I felt like a piece of shit. And, then I actually had to take a shit. Aaron was so far up my bowels it necessitated a BM right now. It was quick, but when it was coming out and when I was wiping myself it really hurt. In a daze I wrapped up all my oil and cum stained clothes in a towel and stuffed them in my satchel to be washed at school. I did not want my mother to ask how my clothes got saturated with vegetable oil...and, you know. Moving in slow motion now... trying not to think about anything, I got in the shower and scrubbed the oil and cum off my body. Dried myself, looked at my cum splat on the sink... wiped it clean with the towel. Naked, I looked in my chest of drawers for pajamas to sleep in. I never sleep in pajamas, but I just felt like wearing them tonight. Found a pair I'd worn in eighth grade and put them on. My wrist and ankles stood out the sleeves and legs. Tears running silently down my face I got in bed thinking..."I GOT A PROBLEM". Thinking... "I NEED HELP". After crying like a little kid for awhile I began to analyze my situation. My problem is I'm sexually out of control. I'm a nymphomaniac ... OK, that's not good...that's humiliating and embarrassing even to admit to myself...but it's basically true. Especially when there is a cute, dominant boy involved....I have absolutely zero will power. I couldn't possibly be too hard on myself when evaluating my sexual behavior. It's obvious when looked at objectively... I seek out boys to get them to fuck me or let me suck them off or, if they choose, I'll fuck them. When did I ever turn down a sexual advance? Well, I asked myself... when did you? I guess I did with Anthony last Friday night after he cut my hair, but I can't think of another one. Oh yeah, when I was sixteen in that rest stop and a forty year old man made an advance...I ran that time. What to do? That's the big one...what the fuck to do. First, call up and cancel my date with Pattie...not because of her, because of Myers! Obviously I've had my last hoagie at the Townline for the foreseeable future. Who can help me...nobody, that's who. Certainly not Christian after all the lies I told him about my sex life. Forget mom and dad. The only guys I know are the ones I have sex with. I'm seriously screwed...that's ironic.... I'm screwed because I get fucked too much. Then it was obvious. It was as if a dark blanket was lifted off my head and I could see a bright blue, sun-shiny day. Joey Gallo. He'll save me. I've been taking care of him for three months, now he can take care of me. He just got the cast off his arms and leg and in the past he said he loved me. We're roommates, with the same courses, so we can be together almost all the time.... He'll keep an eye on me. I'll confess all to Joey. After all, it's vital we continue being honest with each other. It's important I admit to myself I need help.. and I've done that. It's equally important I come totally clean with Joey so he can appreciate how seriously I need that help and the most important part is that Joey's gotta save me from myself. I don't know about love...I really don't, but I do know I have a chance with Joey...he and me working together is my best chance right now to start working toward a somewhat normal future. I went over it in my head a dozen times. I'll, of course, have to be tested first, but then Joey and I can have exclusive sex together... and, he even hinted I might be surprised at how dominant he can be once he's free of his handicap. To make this work properly Joey will have to make me account for my time when we're apart. I must learn to have self control. That's what this is all about... self control. I need to be answering to somebody, in this case Joey, explaining my actions and being punished for missteps. There's going to have to be a lot more thought to all this... a lot of things worked-out, but it's a relief knowing I'm on the right track at least. It all seems so clear to me now... how's that song go? I remembered immediately. Tyler and I sung it many times in church...just the two of us, with Mr Finn playing the organ...It's the most popular hymn in the English language. "Amazing Grace". People cried in church when we sung that song and so did Tyler.... I never knew why. Amazing grace, how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me I was lost, but now am found Was blind, but now I see That's the line...was blind, but now I see. Damn, I remember singing that with Tyler many times and the applause we'd get..oh my God, I loved that then. Tyler and me hugging as the people in the pews applauded, we were so young and innocent and I loved him so much. Now, Tyler's long gone and my innocence is long gone too. " was blind, but now I see". That's me. I'm only nineteen and I've already had to acknowledge I have a serious sexual problem... but, to my credit, I'm also making plans for a solution to that problem so I'm not totally "lost' yet. I have hope and my hope is named, Joey Gallo. He's my Amazing grace in this instance...I'm aware of the larger meaning of that phrase, but I leave that for others. I stopped "believing" when Tyler died. It was late when I drifted off to sleep with my last thought being.. "I can't wait to start being mature, being responsible... Joey will save me, I just know he will..." THE END..... This is the last "Oliver" chapter to be posted. Oliver obviously has been sexually reckless since going away to college, especially his trips to see Alexander. Subconsciously he's making up for what he perceives as lost time from his age eleven till eight years later when he met Cristobal on his senior class trip. Since that trip he's been looking for love in all the wrong places and in all the wrong ways. Even worse, he'd found his true love, but doesn't realize it. You can write your own ending to this part of his life in your own mind. I was going to do one more conclusion chapter, but from your lack of feed-back recently I get the message...you've had enough Oliver, so I'm ending it here. Absolutely no hard feelings, believe me. I thank you for your past emails and for the wonderful things you've said about this story during all these chapters. For my own enjoyment I'm writing a one chapter EPILOGUE describing my own ending of Oliver's teen years and his quest for gay sex and then for self control. I know 15 or 20 of you still want another chapter so this is for you too. You know who you are... just send me an email saying you want it and I'll send it directly to you. Again, my sincere thanks to all you other guys who in the past emailed me about Oliver and also to you guys who commented about the story in the boys4boys guest book...I loved hearing from all of you! ... It has truly been a blast writing this series and it has been my privilege meeting you all, from many parts of the world, through the magic of cyber space. A thrill for me, truly! hugs, peace & love, Donny Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com