Date: Sat, 12 May 2007 10:58:52 -0700 (PDT) From: don mumford Subject: OLIVER'S SUMMER JOB Part II MORE FRANKIE fiction by Donny Laying in bed, unable to sleep, and wondering... should I count sheep? What's that all about anyway? That sheep counting thing? I'm in a bad mood because I can't even get a boner to play with while I'm dealing with this insomnia. All I can think about is that Darleen person. That anchovy Darleen who, by the way, needs to take a very long hike because Frankie really wants me, even though he maybe doesn't realize it yet. In spite of my grumpy mood I had to chuckle thinking back to that day on the University Of Pennsylvania campus, having coffee with the two Barrys and their friend, Andy, the-lovable-hick. That's the first time I heard a girl referred to as "anchovy". Yuck, the smell of old anchovies.....I gotta get some sleep. When I opened my eyes the next morning the motivation and eagerness for work that I normally have wasn't there. My first thought when I woke up had been "Frankie has a girlfriend". What a horrible thought first thing in the morning and it put me off my game. I went through my regular morning rituals as best I could and off to work I go just like normal, except nothing was normal. For starters, the Dunkin Donut's coffee didn't taste right, cars cut in front of me without signaling and every woman driver I saw had a cell phone in her ear. Don't get me started on that, I'll just bet that fat Darleen has her cell phone up to her ear with one hand, as she shoves donuts down her fat throat with her other hand and I'll bet she steers the car with her fat knees. Hell, she probably drives a pick-up truck just to carry all the donuts she eats every day. Oh God, I definitely need to chill out... I tried to calm myself down, but right away I thought how awkward yesterday afternoon was when Frankie said "I could still be his boyfriend". I told him that he shouldn't waste his time worrying about me. He should be concentrating on that little woman of his. I may have sounded a bit snippy though because Frankie got a hurt look on his face and when he tried to playfully muss my hair I pushed his hand away and stalked off to take a leak. We didn't talk much after that and we even passed-up the afternoon spit swapping. Before Frankie left for the day he came over to where I was filling out my time-card and said, "Don't be mad, Oliver. You're my best bud ever. How can I get through the day when my best bud is mad at me? Huh?" He'd even asked me to lend him some of my spit for his ride home saying his throat was wicked dry. Gave me his hot smile when he asked for it, but I continued to pout and I told him I didn't have any extra spit. What a jackass I can be. How can life go from being so great to being so shitty, so fast? When I got to work and parked my cool Mini Cooper convertible an older guy dressed in a suit got out of his generic Chevrolet and said, "Hey, son, that car is so cool. I'll bet you're having fun with that." He was a nice friendly guy, he waved at an older woman and they walked in the main entrance together. I stared after the man thinking...he's right, I should be enjoying myself. I should be loving life, and that's exactly what I had been doing before that over-weight piece of...... a brief horn toot interrupted that nasty little thought and I looked behind me. There was Frankie pulling into a parking spot driving that shit-box Toyota of his. As usual Frankie had a real friendly look on his face and I couldn't help but stare at him. His red hair standing straight up like he'd trained it to do. My dick just moved on it's own in my jockey shorts as I bit lightly on my lower lip. It was a beautiful morning and the sun reflected off Frankie's round eyeglasses and then, when he smiled at me, off his shiny white teeth too. He has the most wonderful smile and I was melting inside. He hustled over like he wanted to tell me something. "Hi, Oliver." And he gave me my morning hug and then put his arm around my neck as we walked towards the rear entrance of the building. He smells so good. It seems Frankie is pretending nothing is different from any other morning. He began talking in his usual excited manner, "Oh fuck, Oliver, wait till I tell you what Rocky said, he's so fucking funny. I saw him in the parking lot last night and he wanted to borrow $10 for gas. I gave it to him, but asked him why he didn't use his credit card and he said his credit card was stolen three months ago. I told him to just report it lost and they'd send a new one. He didn't want to do that though because the thief was charging less on the card than his wife." Frankie started laughing and I had to smile. I sure liked the feel of the side of his body pressed against mine, the two of us rubbing together as we walked. Frankie embellished his story a little, "You know the way Rocky talks in that monotone voice. I always think he's telling me something serious and it turns out to be a joke. Ya know what I mean, don't ya Oliver?" Then he hugged me against his great, tight, skinny body and laughed some more. I had to laugh too. It hadn't taken Frankie long to made me feel better. I pulled my T shirt out to cover my boner. Nice to have my boner back. Frankie's hair had grown in quite a bit since his 'fade' haircut and in the bright sunshine his hair was very bright red and so clean and shiny looking. I reached up and ran my fingers through that silky hair of his and he looked in my eyes with such a sweet look that I couldn't be mad at him any longer. Hell, I love him. We went right to the cafe and Frankie lit two cigarettes and gave me one, the filter tip was wet with his spit. His fingers brushed mine when he gave me the cigarette. I went, "gulp" and faked a cough as I groped my crotch. Jesus, do I have it bad for Frankie. I was thinking, "I may have to kill Darleen". Frankie's blue eyes behind those little round, Harry potter glasses looked sparkly and alive, ready for a laugh. His skin is flawless and always looks wicked clean and new. I wanted to put my lips on his forehead again and do that stupid smoke in his hair trick. I wanted to put my face against Frankie's face and just hold onto his head and wrap both my arms around his neck. I always use to feel like I needed someone to look after me and it was usually my big brother, Christian, but right now I was feeling like I should be looking out for Frankie.... protect him from Darleen at the very least. We talked about the annual company picnic coming up this Saturday. I figured the picnic is the reason Frankie finally told me about his over-weight, extra large-nosed, cow-pie faced girlfriend. I told Frankie in an off hand way that I'd be bringing my girlfriend too. Now it was Frankie's turn to look surprised. Only difference between my reaction to Frankie's girlfriend and Frankie's reaction to mine is that Frankie was happy for me and told me that Pattie was one lucky girl to have me for a boyfriend. He didn't appear to hate Pattie any where near as much as I hated Darleen. When Frankie asked if I'd go "swap some spit with him" in the back of the truck I got a big smile on my face nodding my head yes. Oh my, was Frankie ever sexy today. After a minute or so our cigarette breath was replaced by our regular saliva breath and does Frankie ever have the sweetest smelling and sweetest tasting saliva. We took turns sucking each other's tongue and upper lip. We French kissed and rubbed our noses together, back and forth, back and forth and spread our saliva over each others face. Today Frankie let me hug his body into mine and I could feel his pole-hard boner rubbing against mine as we humped into each other's crotch. For the first time I heard Frankie moan and he hugged me back and then he started sucking and licking on my neck right under my jaw bone, below my ear with me holding my head back a little so he had full access. Eat your heart out Darleen, you don't have a chance. I dripped pre cum in my jockey shorts and I would have followed that up by cuming hard in another minute or so except we heard Rocky calling out for us. "Are you two goofing-off again? Where the fuck are ya?" Startled, we pulled apart breathing fast and deep. Frankie used the palm of his hand to wipe my face and I did the same to him. Then we both used the back of our wrist and forearms to wipe over our faces again trying to get the spit off. We came out carrying the heaviest box on the truck. Hopefully Rockey would think that's why we had the red faces and the heavy breathing. "Just wanted to make sure you guys were on the fucking job and for Christ sake use the dolly for those real heavy boxes. You boys are too small to lift shit that heavy. God damn, that's all I need....a workman's comp suit." Rocky said all this in that unique tone of voice he uses, talking slow like he had all day and as if what he said wasn't important anyhow. His choice of urgent words was always contradicted by the manner he spoke them. It was weird and funny at the same time. Frankie and me usually had our faces scrunched up in concentration trying to decipher Rocky's true message. He fumbled around trying to find something in his pockets and finally came up with the nub of a pencil. He said, "I got my check list right here for the barbecue picnic. You're both going, right?" We said, "Yeah, and we're bringing dates." Rocky said that two studs like us would certainly be bringing dates. He scratched something on the list he had, told us to go fuck ourselves and off he went. We laughed at that and then Frankie and I made faces at each other like, 'that was a little too close, dude. Rocky almost caught us swapping spit'. I said, "Jesus, when was the last time Rocky was on the loading dock this early?" Frankie said, "Ahhh, how about...never." He goosed me and we got started with the unloading. I could taste Frankie all morning and wanted so much to be naked with him sometime when we made-out, but with him getting married and all....well, I had to believe making out naked with Frankie might be a long-shot. On the other hand, his make-out and the spit swapping this morning had definitely risen to another level, and thinking about it now...well, that development surprised me. Maybe Frankie doesn't want to lose me as a boyfriend for real.... and then, maybe I'm just confused again. That night, after work, I called Pattie and she was excited about the barbecue so my date for the picnic was all set. Dad and Mom won't be at the picnic because they'll be out of town that weekend attending a wedding. They didn't seem all that disappointed about it. Back at work, Frankie and me maintained the increased intensity established for our kissing and sucking and I was frequently very close to blowing a load in my pants. The bodily contact with Frankie's increased level of involvement had me on the edge all the time. I had to jack-off in the men's room a couple of times that week. But it was so much fun....to say the least, and the week flew by. Saturday morning arrived and my parents took off for their over-night trip. I waved goodbye, put the top down on the Mini and drove over to pick-up Pattie. Her seventeen year old brother, Myers, answered the door. This is the first time I'd seen him since that cock-teaser routine he pulled on me when I ran into him here a few weeks ago. I can't pinpoint the main reason I think he's so sexy. He's shorter than me and a little on the heavy side. He has that inexplicable arrogant air about him with his seemingly defiant eye to eye contact. Maybe that's it, his arrogance. Maybe it's those amazingly green eyes too and that smirk he usually has on those puffy pink lips of his. And, maybe another reason I think he's sexy is that cute, blond, spiked, haircut of his and that hint of a blond mustache on his top lip. Both times I've seen him he's had a couple of zits, red blemishes, on his forehead and for some reason they looked sexy too. With a hot looking brother like Myers, I wondered why Pattie wasn't hotter looking herself, or at least cuter..... I looked at Myers a couple of seconds and his smirk fades into a phony smile, showing off a lot more of the whitest teeth and biggest dimples imaginable. He was different alright, definitely sexy. I had this strong urge to rub my finger in those skimpy blond hairs on his upper lip. "What's up, Dude? I forget your name", was what Myers dismissively mumbled at me. I told him my name and he stood too close to me when he told me to come on in. Trying to squeeze by him I could feel a little spit spray from his mouth when he asked, "You getting anything off my sister? She putting out for ya, yet?" I said, "What? Hey, no. Don't be rude." Myers leaned into me sightly so that his crotch was against my thigh and as I gulped, he whispered, " Bet you aren't even interested in getting in her pants anyway. Are you Oliver?" His face was an inch from mine and I would have backed away except for the expensive looking floor lamp that was right behind me. Myers had his hands on my waist by now and even though he was three inches shorter than me I could smell his breath. It smelled like apple juice. "Don't ya shake hands when you greet someone, Oliver?" "Huh? Oh, yeah, nice to see ya, Myers", and I held my hand out which Myers took hold of and squeezed so hard it bent me over and I was going, "Ow, oh man, that hurts." Myers didn't respond, just casually pulled me over to their big sofa. He roughly bumped into my right hip with his big bubble-butt ass making me clumsily sit up on the arm of the sofa, my feet off the floor. "You're a bit of a pussy, aren't you Oliver?" And with that Myers pushed me again and I ended up laying full out on the sofa.... on my back, Myers still squeezing my hand too tightly, his other hand came to rest on my belly, under my Polo golf shirt..... down close to my dick. Pattie came in and said, "What the hell? Oliver, you nut. Why are you laying down?" Myers said, "I'll help him, Sis. He's kind of a wuss, isn't he?" Pattie said, "No he's not!". I tried to sit up and Myers, with his back blocking Pattie's view, pushed his hand right under the waistband of my jockey underpants and groped my balls. I was sweating by now.... our faces rubbed together. Myers, giggling quietly, gave my nuts a gentle squeeze. By now he had his other hand in my back pocket grabbing and re-grabbing my butt cheek. Embarrassingly, my steel-shafted boner was poking up the front of my cargo shorts. Myers played with my pole a little as we stared into each others eyes. I was taking little, fast breaths.... more like panting actually. I had a pleading look on my face which was still hidden from Pattie's view. This whole deal took ten seconds or less. Myers adopted a know-it-all smirk on his face as he took pity on me and let go of my nuts, pulling his hand out of my shorts. I watched one of my pubic hairs float off his hand and land on the seat cushion next to me as Myers casually put his fingers up to his nose for a sniff. Then, in a very awkward maneuver, he pulled me up using the hand that was in my back pocket, grabbing a handful of my ass in the process. Pattie was laughing and explaining to me how Myers was so funny and "he's really strong. Don't ya think, Oliver?" Getting pulled up like that required that I hold onto Myers in what amounted to a hug with our faces rubbing together again and he definitely dragged his tongue across my chin just below my bottom lip. Myers whispered so low I wasn't sure I'd heard him, "You'll come to pick me up for a date one of these days. Won't ya, ya fairy?" I said, "What was that?" With me on my feet now......Myers, in a normal tone of voice said to me, "you heard me." Pattie said, "Damn, Oliver. You're shirt is all wrinkled. Just look at you. Tuck in your shirt. I swear, it's just like you guys to get in a wrestling match, and with you here to take me on a date, Oliver, you bad, bad, boy you. Can we go now, Hot Stuff?" As she said all this she was trying to straighten out my shirt and tuck it in as I was turning this way and that way trying to hide my boner. Myers was shaking his head muttering, "What a couple of losers." I said to Pattie that I was more than ready to go, but even as I said it, I couldn't help staring over at Myers. I thought, "He really turns me on. He'd turned me on a little that first time I met him, but this time I have to admit, he's hot." Myers smirked and mouthed to me "fag" without letting Pattie see him. Pattie led us out the door with me following her closely. Myers, being behind me, took the opportunity to put his hand between my butt cheeks and hold onto my nuts for just a second. I had to stop until he let go....he whispered, "OK, you can go now." Then, in a loud cheery voice, Myers said, "Bye Oliver... Pattie, have a great time." I still had my boner. Pattie and me were driving along toward the picnic park and she goes into this long, detailed, description of her New York City shopping spree for college clothes or something like that. I used the time to try figuring out what there is about me.... what signals I'm giving out... that attracts these bully types. Bullies, yes......but they also, for some reason, have a strong magnetism for me. I'm attracted to them to some degree and it's both scary and exciting at the same time. Oh shit, while I'm driving and Pattie is yakking away, someone I hadn't thought of for quite some time popped into my mind. It was that next door neighbor of mine, the twenty year old Edward. He was a bit of a bully too. Damn, it just occurred to me that I'd had a dream about Edward and me a few weeks ago. It was probably brought on by my encounter with him the day I got back from Wildwood. A week or so after that he's invading my sleep... crap on that. In the dream Edward and me were both naked. He had me wrapped in his arms and legs with my back against his chest. He was laying on his back, his long, hard cock between my legs..... I could feel that boner of his humping up and down between my hairless legs, pushing aside my nuts with each thrust...and, of course, it's impossible not to notice all of Edward's body hair. The top of my head was just touching Edward's chin as I lay there on his chest with my ass just below his belly button...I was being as docile as I can be. In the dream, Edwards' body hair felt so soft on my back, on my bare ass and on the back of my legs. That soft feeling made me look down my naked body and realize that almost all of me was hidden in that unreal amount of pubic-type body hair. Everything was very much exaggerated. My boner was sticking straight up in this dream and I felt extreme ecstasy as Edward continued to pump his slippery, long, hard boner up and down in between my thighs. I was squeezing them tightly together and as he humped he was also stroking my boner using his lubricated fist and I was grunting in pleasure with each stroke. We shot off together and in the dream-world I was covered in both of our cum loads. Edward was whispering words I couldn't understand. When I woke out of this dream my own cum was on my stomach and running down my fist as I continued stroking my cock. I'd forgotten all about that dream until right now. Thinking about it caused me to get a chill down my back as a picture flashed through my brain. A seemingly real snap-shot of Edward from some years ago, when he had that short buzzed haircut. In the snap-shot we were both naked, him laying on that old cot we had in our garage back then .... I was younger too, hugging him as we lay stomach to stomach. Edward had his hand under me, between our bellies, stroking my cock with tight, fast strokes. What a scary thing to imagine. Wish I knew someone I could talk to about this...... it couldn't possibly ever have happened, could it? I mean, without me remembering it? Then I hear, "Are you listening to me at all, Oliver?" Pattie was using her pretend pissed-off voice as I made the turn off the highway onto the narrow road of the picnic grounds. It snapped me out of my daydreaming. "You bet, Pattie. Your clothes sound kewl for college." "I've been talking about my car for the last five minutes, Oliver." "Oh, yeah. That's what I meant, your car sounds cool." I adjusted the uncomfortable position my boner was in.....how did I get the boner, I wondered. All thoughts were pushed aside as I pulled into the Duck Pond Picnic Area and followed the signs up the long driveway to the parking lot. This park was only about a fifteen minute drive from my house. Convenient for me, but Frankie would have about a forty-five minute drive to get here from where he lived. Pattie and I wandered over to an area designated for my insurance company's use. There would be about four hundred people at the picnic and a lot of caterers were already getting charcoal fires started. It was 11am. We got cold drinks and began to walk around trying to spot someone familiar. Mr Brittle, who was wearing a sports coat and a bow tie of all things, waved us over and said, "Good morning, Frankie" and then gave a friendly nod of the head to Pattie. He directed us to the tables assigned to the loading-dock, mailroom, and stock room employees. I liked that he got me mixed-up with Frankie. Pattie asked me, "Who is Frankie and who wears a sport coat to a barbecue?" I spotted Rocky with a group of guys and girls surrounding him. Big laughs would break-out and I knew Rocky was entertaining the troops. When I got Rocky's attention I introduced him to Pattie. Rocky said, "Pleased to meet ya, Paula. Sorry to say my wife couldn't make it. Saturdays she has her yodeling lesson." I burst out with a laugh and Pattie looked confused. "Yodeling?", she said. Some more of Rockey's guys showed up and then Frankie. I spotted his red hair a hundred yards away as he was asking Mr Brittle something, probably directions, and then Frankie looked up, directly at me. I watched him walking quickly towards us, leaving the large female he'd been with in the distance. As he got closer I could see he'd gotten another 'fade' haircut that morning and he looked so crisp and new I had a shiver run through me. He was wearing little round, blue reflector prescription sunglasses. He came right up and hugged me like we do every morning. I thought he looked cooler than anybody I'd ever seen in my life. He was so graceful with everything, he glided to me and we embraced. I heard someone in the group across from us say, "What the fuck?....." My cock was so hard by the time Frankie was done with our hug and the wet kiss on my neck that I couldn't help letting out a gasp. I quickly pulled out my Polo shirt-tails to hide that throbbing, Frankie- induced, boner of mine. Why I ever bother to tuck a shirt in if Frankie is going to be around is a mystery to me. The large female Frankie had left in the distance turned-out to be Darleen. She finally made it up from the parking area and stormed over to where we were standing, temporarily blocking out the sun. I stared at this large girl and realized my premise, that maybe it was just her pictures that hadn't been very flattering, wasn't going to work out. They were bad pictures for sure, but she looked worse in person. I figured, 'Be nice, what the hell, looks aren't everything... she's probably the nicest person I'll ever meet. Give her a chance.' That's what I thought, but I was wrong there too. I'd just finished introducing Pattie to Frankie and Frankie to Pattie when Darleen arrived huffing and puffing, out of breath from the relatively short walk from the parking lot. She ignored niceties and started right in on Frankie, "Don't you ever leave me behind like that again, Frank. You hear me, Mister? We are a 'couple' and couples arrive together. You know very well that the gals in my family tend to be on the 'big' side and we can't run marathons, it's in our genes to be big gals." Darleen looked around at the people standing in our small group, most of us with our mouths hanging open hardly believing her act. She explained further, "We're all small eaters in my family, but we gain weight easily and it's unhealthy for us to be running around like young children, especially in this heat. What's his big rush to get up here anyway, he sees these people every day." When she stopped to take a breath Frankie jumped in and was very contrite and admitted he had been rude to leave her behind like that and he was sorry and all that. But, here was his best bud, Oliver, who he'd told Darleen so much about. Frankie had his hand open, palm up, indicating that here I am, the wonderful Oliver, as if Darleen would be excited about that. I smiled as hard as I could at her. Frankie put his arm around my shoulder and did a formal introduction of me and then Pattie to Darleen. Then he introduced the rest of the group to her. Darleen put on an insincere looking smile and, completely ignoring the introductions, she expounded on her favorite topic, "Please excuse Frank, people. My mother and I are working on his manners. No doubt it made you all feel very uncomfortable seeing him leave me behind like that. But don't let it upset you too much because we're making progress with him, although it's slow going. In spite of this debacle, let's just say I'm glad to make your acquaintance. Frank does go on about this boy Oliver, that's for certain." And with that, Darleen swiveled her large head to look directly at me... it reminded me of the way an owl can turn it's head without moving it's body, and she muttered, "I really expected someone bigger, or more impressive or...oh, I don't know." Taking a deep breath and trying to be nice I said, "Frankie showed me all those pictures of you he carries around in......." Darleen cut me off doing a 'stop' motion with both hands held up in front of her, palms out. She shook her huge head as if to imply...what kind of clods am I dealing with here and she says, "Excuse me, but this is important for you to understand"....she nodded specifically at me and Pattie. "Listen up now" Darleen was in her pompous, instructional mode now, pointing her index finger in first Pattie's face and then my face... for emphasis. Darleen spoke slowly so that nitwits like Pattie and me could comprehend her point, " Frank is Frank.....not Frankie. He was Frankie waaaay back, many years ago when he was a little boy. He's nineteen years old now, so you call him Frank. I'm going to have to insist on that." Frankie said, "Aw, jeez, Darleen." I opened my mouth, than closed it, looked at Pattie, then Frankie and when I got my voice back I said to Darleen, "Excuse me, Ms Hippo... but even though you're as charming as a snapping turtle in a porta potty I'm afraid I can't comply with your order. I'm going to call Frankie, Frankie.......BITCH!" I said all that to myself, in my head. What I said out loud was, "Oh, OK Darleen. Sure." Pattie had a look on her face like she just stepped in dog shit. Frank just shook his head a few times and looked down. Darleen nodded, gave Pattie and me a hard look and said to Frankie, "I need something cold to drink right now" as she was pulling on Frankie's arm and they drifted away toward a refreshment stand. I wouldn't have been surprised if she'd grabbed Frankie by his ear pulling him away bent over like little Frankie would have done waaaay back, many years ago. As I stared after Frankie, Rocky whispered to me, "I'll get the tire iron out of my truck if you'll break it over her fucking head." I know, that sounds sinister..... but hearing Rocky say it, in his unique way, made it funny so I laughed, probably too hard. Pattie said, "What'd he say that was so funny?" I said, "Ah, nothing... let's get a pitcher of beer, Pattie. This might be a long day." Pattie said, "Now you're talking like the wild thing I know you are." Sadly, she is serious. She actually thinks I'm the bad boy in town. I have no idea where she got this notion, but when it comes up, it always makes me smile. Pattie and I drank some beer, she was an OK person to hang-out with. I liked that she went along with things, easy going. She was surprised to see me smoking, but I explained I only smoked on "company" time. She smoked a cigarette with me, smoking it like I use to....like a girl. I resisted doing the pretend cough while saying "cunt". You know, that joke Frankie did to me that first day. After a few beers Pattie and I played in a boy/girl softball game. Rocky was the star. He really is quite a baseball player. We ate foods from all the different food stations and drank a little more beer and listened to the rock band in the open-sided dance tent they had near the pond. It was nice meeting some of the other blue collar workers who I didn't normally see and they were good guys, funny as hell. We had enough beers so that we all danced a little when the music got hot, me saying a silent thank you to Cristobal again for teaching me the few dance steps I knew. Pattie mingled in with the guys' girlfriends and wives, it was a pretty good time, really. I hadn't seen Frankie since our morning hug, so that was the only really big disappointment. I would have gone looking for him except for Darleen. I was half afraid she'd beat me up. The picnic would be going on till 9pm so most guys were pacing themselves with the booze and I slacked off some too. Things were going OK, everything considered. Around four o'clock in the afternoon though, Pattie did a complete reversal, complete mood change. All of a sudden she was getting bitchy about the heat, they didn't have enough porta-potties for the girls, she's mad because she forgets where she put her fucking sunglasses and on and on with the negatives. I assumed she was drunk. She had been surprisingly fun up till the booze took over so I gave her some slack and asked if she wanted to leave. "I'd just as soon cut out now anyway, Pattie" I told her as I massaged her shoulder trying to calm her down. Pattie said, "You wild-thing! We're going to find some place where you and me can get it ON! And I mean GET IT ON! You got that?" I told her "sure", but lets get to the car first. She wanted one last cup of beer and one last look-around for her sunglasses. Getting her home was the only thing on my mind now. She got her beer and in the process forgot about the sunglasses. We started walking down the brick path to get to my car, Pattie walking a little bit like a robot. Just before we reached the parking lot Pattie bends over, drops her half a cup of beer and throws up more vomit than I would have believed possible. Oh my God, I've never seen a girl throw-up before. It is not a pretty picture. A guy throwing-up isn't a pretty picture either of course, but I just expected a girl to throw-up more daintily. Not Pattie. She was spraying it around and I had to be very nimble to escape wearing some of it. When she finally finished with the throw-up and then the dry heaves she collapsed on one of the park benches and said she needed to rest. By the tone of her voice I surmised that she'd thrown-up the "bitchy" attitude along with everything else. "I'll get you some bottled water, Pattie." She just moaned, "Oh God yeah, some water." Walking back from the main picnic area carrying three bottles of water for Pattie, I heard Frankie's voice, slightly slurred, "Oliver, over here. I'm over here." Looking toward the voice I spotted Frankie in front of a big tree fumbling with the zipper on his shorts. I went right over. Frankie had just pulled out his long, hooded penis. He stretched it out a few times and stroked it absently while pushing at a tuft of bright red pubic hair which stuck out just about where his balls connected at the base of his dick. He pulled back on the skin of his penis and the shiny, pink head peeked out at the world, it's pee slit expanded a lot and a big, fat pee stream, hard and steaming, splatted up against the tree causing a cascade of pee droplets to bounce off the bark.... they were all shiny and sparkly, reflecting the sunlight that filtered through the trees. Frankie went, "Ahhhhh. Relief at last." I stared at the pee hole in his cock which was opened very wide allowing for the large beer-piss Frankie was doing. His cock looked so much bigger than mine. He used his entire fist to hold it out while he peed. In an involuntary manner Frankie picked-up one foot and then the other and flinched his shoulders and shuddered as the urine poured out from his bladder. "Only one thing feels better coming out of there, right, Oliver?" I said, "Huh? What's that Frankie?" He flicked his long, creamy colored cock and it caused a squiggly wet pee pattern on the trunk of the tree. I groped my dick as it began to firm-up. Shortly the pee stream became a small arch and then dribbles only. Frankie flicked that big dick three or four times getting the last drops of pee to fall to the ground. "Excellent to pee against a tree" Frankie said in a sing song way and then did his big beautiful smile at me as he pushed his equipment back inside his pants. I stared at where his cock use to be and trying to speak I choked on some spit that had slipped down my windpipe. Frankie chuckled and came the three steps over to me to put his arm around my neck to give me a quick hug.. Finally I cleared my air-way by forcing a number of rough coughs out and I was able to squeak out, "Where ya been all day Frankie. I really missed you, dude." He took his arm from around my neck to pick up his can of Bud from a tree stump, took a swig and told me that Darleen had been a real 'problem' all day and he didn't want me to have to put up with her. He told me that now she was claiming to have a headache and she wanted to leave. Darleen's parents had driven Frankie and Darleen to the picnic, her dad being one of the sales managers for the company. Actually he'd gotten Frankie the part-time job here. I told Frankie about Pattie needing to go home because she'd gotten sick. The quizzical look on his face at whatever I said made me think that Frankie had had more beer than me, but I couldn't tell if he was drunk or just feeling good. Frankie was using his free hand to grope his crotch trying to get his pecker in just the right position for comfort.... in kind of a whiny voice he asked, "Could you drive me home, Oliver? I mean, I don't want to go back with Darleen and her folks now. I'd like to stay longer?" I told him. "Of course I will" and we arranged where I'd meet him after I dropped Pattie off. When he had his groin area all shaped-up he looked at me and gave a mischievous grin and pointing at his crotch he said, "I like these short pubes now, Oliver. I'm going to steal a scissor from that decorations table and you can cut off the long ones that you missed. OK, dude? It's all much more neater, ya know?" I made a face like, "What the fuck can I say to that?" I was now thinking that Frankie may be closer to "drunk" than to "just feeling good"...not that I really cared much one way or the other. He smirked his cute smirk and then laughed a little at himself as he took hold of the back of my neck and pulled my head over to him and he gave me a big wet kiss on my cheek. He said I smelled good and off he went to tell Darleen he was getting a ride home with me. I had to smile imagining how that would go over with Darleen. There was a wet spot on my neck where he'd grabbed me, it had to be a drop of Frankie's pee from his finger. I had a painfully hard boner thinking about that and I gave some consideration to wacking off right there. Fortunately I came to my senses and headed back to where Pattie was sitting on that bench. I gave her the bottled water and she gargled and spit and gargled and spit some more, then she chewed some gum. I helped her get comfortable in the car. Amazingly she had no vomit on her. I can't say the same for a ten square foot area on the brick path just before the parking lot. Pattie tossed the gum away and in a weak voice she said, "You're a good guy, Oliver. You know, for taking care of me like this." She was slurring her words, but the sentiment was nice. I told her, "No problem, you've been great." One minute into the ride home Pattie fell asleep. It's a short ride as I've said and less than fifteen minutes later I turned into Pattie's driveway. She was snoring softly with her chin on her chest. I hit the gas to rev the Mini Cooper S creating that throaty engine sound with the muffler back-up rumble noise...it was enough to get Pattie stirring. "What? Where, oh, we're home" she mumbled. I tried to be very helpful getting her out of the car and up to her door. I'd had a number or beers myself so I was kind of looking around for Myers. I felt cocky and wanted to ask him what his act was. I wanted to try being the aggressor, but he wasn't home. Inside her house Pattie immediately lay down on the same sofa that Myers had humiliated me on earlier.... her head hit the cushion just about where my pubic hair had landed. She said she was sorry she'd drank too much and she hoped I wouldn't think too badly about her and other apologetic stuff like that. I was magnanimous and told her not to give it a thought, no problem. I got out of there as quickly as polite behavior allowed. Driving back to the park I felt great. I was so relieved my "date" was over with....Frankie and me still had almost four hours of hang-out time together. Also, I was his ride home, but my plans did not include driving him home tonight. Instead I wanted to get him to stay over-night at my house. After all, my parents were away so opportunity knocked. Back at the picnic the parking lot attendant, an older fellow, insisted I leave my car in a lot that was a long walk from the area our group was at. It made me think "why oh why is the world full of assholes who have a tiny bit of authority and have to be pricks about it?" Oh well, I took the long walk to where Frankie and I were to meet, but no Frankie.... I was late. It was a big park so I grabbed a draft beer and strolled around looking for him. More than a half hour later I spotted his red hair bobbing around. Frankie was playing shortstop in a soft ball game. Relieved to have finally found him, I happily sat down on the first row of the little bleacher section to watch the game. Naturally I watched mostly Frankie. Perspiration dripped off his cute nose, his knees were bent slightly and he repeatedly hit the pocket of his baseball glove with his right fist while staring in at the batter. A hard hit grounder to his left, Frankie fielded the ball cleanly and flipped to the second baseman to start a double play that ended the inning. "Nice play, Frankie", I yelled. Frankie was so smooth and he looked so cool I was feeling real hot for him. He didn't appear to hear me yell at him though as he went right over to the little second baseman for a high five and then a hug, the same kind of hug he normally gives me. The little second baseman hugged Frankie back so hard his feet left the ground. I stared at the second baseman as he jogged off the diamond, next to, and step by step with Frankie. Oh yeah, it was the little sixteen year old mailroom kid, Pete. Damn, I'd ogled that kid every time I saw him pushing the mail cart around. The major thing about Pete is his great looking ass. The most perfect boy-butt I've ever seen. The first time I saw it I immediately got a boner. Two firm half melons, next to each other, with lift.... that's what his butt cheeks reminded me of. They were prominently displayed today in Pete's nylon basketball shorts. The flimsy nylon material outlined both cheeks and his crack perfectly. What a sight.... His shorts hanging below his knees made Pete look like a little kid..... with the hottest ass ever. Pete was blessed with perfectly proportioned legs too, with just the right boy-definition in them. Not muscles, just shaped perfectly without any leg hair, just blond peach fuzz. The rest of Pete was thin, tight, and normal. He had a head covered with long, very curly light brown hair that formed a mop starting on top of his head and reached almost to his shoulders. Small-featured cute face and a very shy personality. If you say "Hi, Pete", he blushes. Off the baseball diamond, Frankie had his hand on Pete's shoulder walking him into the shade. When they were under a tree Frankie held the back of Pete's neck with one hand and pushed Pete's hair off his forehead with the other while putting his face close to Pete's, looking for something. Pete stood very straight and still, like a good boy would. His face was very red. He had his arms straight down at his sides. If Frankie got his face any closer to Pete's he could lick him. Frankie says something, takes out a crumpled paper towel from his side pocket and dabs it at the corner of Pete's eye. Pete blinks and nods his head that all was well. An eyelash? Frankie gave Pete another warm hug and tussled his long curly hair. I thought, "someone needs a hard smack across the back of his red-haired head". With Frankie's arm over Pete's shoulder they walked back toward the baseball field, Frankie talking in his excited way and Pete looking at him and soaking-in ever word. I yelled, "You're up at bat, Pete." And, he was too. Pete looked up, got even redder in the face and went to the on-deck circle swinging a bat. Frankie smiled his wonderful smile at me and came right over to give me a hug around my neck, "Where the fuck were you, dude. I waited at our spot. You Ok, man?" He seemed to have sobered-up slightly. Frankie's face was sweaty and as our cheeks slid against one another I thought " even Frankie's sweat smells good".... with the palm of my hand I took a swipe up his forehead and into his red hair which was standing straight up from his scalp.......Frankie smiled into my eyes. Oh my God, I got it bad for Frankie. "Everything OK, Oliver?" I told him it couldn't be better and complimented him on his double-play. Pete struck out for the final out of the game and Frankie's team lost, 8 to 7. The weather was hot so Pete, Frankie and me went for cold drinks, two of us beers and a coke for the youngster. As we walked along I asked Pete, "How's it going?" and he blushed and mumbled, "OK, Oliver, how bout you." What the fuck, it's OK with me if he hangs with us for a bit. Pete was like gum on Frankie's shoe anyway. Where Frankie went, Pete followed closely. I thought, "Pete" and "Repeat". Frankie is a big talker and Pete never says anything so it was almost like he wasn't there. Plus, that extra benefit of Pete being nice to look at was a bonus that made it all A-OK. I stared at his ass a lot. We had no plans, just walk around and goof off. Later, Pete and I were sitting on a wall in the shade of a huge tree just chilling out while Frankie was off getting something to eat. For lack of anything better to say, I asked Pete if he wasn't hot with all that hair and he said, "Nah, I don't even notice it, Oliver". He did a cute little snicker and told me that every time Frankie sees him at work he ruffles Pete's hair "for good luck" so that's reason enough for not getting it cut. Pete thought that was funny. He said, "Do you want to feel my hair for good luck, Oliver?" I reached over and took a big fistful. It reminded me of the density of Alexanders hair, but Pete's was silky and unbelievably soft as I pulled my hand away dragging a big bunch of long, curly hair with it. The fine hairs slipped easily through my fingers. I put my hand back into Pete's mop of hair and used my fingers to massage his scalp.... his eyes looked down at his feet as he leaned his head into my hand. I took another fistful of hair and then put the palm of my hand right on the crown of Pete's head. He moved his head back and forth a little against my hand while leaning into it some more. Pete's eyes were fluttering a little and the tip of his pink tongue was just visible between his smallish white teeth. He let out a long sigh and noticeably moved closer to me. I bent my head down to Pete's so I could get a whiff of how he smelled and I felt the heat coming up from him. He smelled just like a boy. He was close enough to me now that I easily managed to have both hands on his head and in his hair. Massaging his scalp and playing with his hair created a very intimate feeling somehow, especially since Pete was such a willing participant. I started breathing in short burst and Pete began breathing the same way. He edged even closer to me, almost touching and I wanted to bury my face in his hair like I did in Alexander's. I let my mind wander and wondered how Pete and me had gotten so 'hot' together so quickly...it was so unexpected, but very yummy. Needless to say, I had a wicked hard boner. I rubbed my crotch and looked down at Pete's. His nylon shorts formed a tall tent in his lap. Nylon outlines everything. Pete saw where I was looking and he put his hands in his pockets and bunched up the material in his lap to try hiding his boner. When he looked over at me he had a mysterious look in his eyes which seemed to hypnotize me as I stared into them. It seemed weirdly quiet, like we were in a sound chamber or something. Neither Pete nor I said anything.....maybe we couldn't have spoken if we'd wanted to. The birds made their soft tweeting sounds and a breeze ruffled the leaves in the trees quietly. We were away from the crowds so that noise was a distant murmur. It was unreal....as my boner throbbed, I continued to lazily play with Pete's hair......and then I jumped six inches up off the wall when, out of no where, Frankie shouted, "You two having fun?" It scared the hell out of Pete too. Frankie enjoyed that, he was laughing because he'd made us jump. Ignoring the very real possibility that Pete and I might have doodied in our jockey shorts, Frankie said, "I got ice pops. One for my best bud, Oliver, and one for the best mailroom boy ever. That's you, Pete." I thought Pete's face would burst out into flames he blushed so hard as he jerked his body away from me.....both his hands still in his pockets. I looked at Frankie who was now staring at me with a questioning smirk on his face. I just made a face back at him and shrugged my shoulders and said, "For good luck, ya know"...... we both shook our heads then.....and chuckled. What are ya gonna do? We hung-out just goofing-off and exploring the edges of the park. The only important consideration we had was to make sure not to be too far away from the picnic that we couldn't get our beer refills and get more to eat. Other than that we didn't have a care. Pete mostly just listened to Frankie and me bantering back and forth telling stories about Rocky or about stuff we'd done on the job for laughs. Pete had switched over to beer and he was giddy after just one. It didn't take Frankie too long to get us all into an ass grabbing frame of mind. Just like on the loading dock we all tried to goose the other guy at the worst possible second....like when he'd just taken a swallow of beer or he'd just bitten into a hotdog or just when he'd started taking a piss..... anything that might cause an accident or mishaps so the other two guys could laugh their respective asses off about it. Pete was bashful at first, but the beer helped him get into the swing of things. We were acting real childish and with the help of the beers everything was hilariously funny. We had pee spots on the front of our shorts from laughing so hard. Even when we knew it was stupid we couldn't help but laugh till we lost our breath. It was the mood we were in. Cigarettes and beer and eating too much food and acting like fools. None of us were use to drinking beers all afternoon, but we had the best time doing it just the same. Later in the day, on the outskirts of the park, we came upon three porta potties. Frankie said, "Thank God, porta-potties. I was just about to join the bears and shit in the woods." He'd been complaining that he had to take a crap for the last half hour. Frankie checked out the end toilet and stuck his head back out to say, "This one ain't too bad. If you two derelicts try to screw around with me while I'd taking care of business in here you'll both be dead before night fall". As soon as he locked the door Pete and I tried to think of someway to fuck with Frankie while he was going potty, but our brains were fried. We couldn't come up with anything funny. Pete was standing with his back to me pulling the tab on a new can of beer so I took the opportunity to grab a big handful of his perfect butt. "Gotcha" I said as the beer can went flying. Pete goes, "Ahhh, fuck!" but, at the same time, he was reaching around blindly behind him and he got a handful of my nuts in a lucky blind grab. "I gotcha too", he says as he rolled by nuts between his fingers...not squeezing too hard yet. I go, "Whoaaa there, youngster" and with my other hand I reach around in front of him and got a great hold on his cock and at least one of his nuts. "Gotcha again, and better this time!" I yelled and then I did squeeze his one nut harder than I meant to. Pete immediately let go of my nuts and said, "You win, you win", but instead of letting go of his cock I stroked it a few times and it firmed up right away. Pete went, "Ahhh, Ohhhh, Ahhh". The flimsy nylon material in Pete's over-sized basketball shorts provided plenty of looseness allowing me to make long strokes on his cock. His cock became a boner with the third stroke and he pushed his back into my body and went up on his toes moaning. Then, in a husky voice, he said, "Do it faster, Oliver". I stroked his boner tighter and faster. The back of Pete's head was up against my collar bone and I leaned my head down so that my nose was in that long curly hair of his. The heat and aroma from this young teen body overwhelmed my senses making me gulp and cough as I tried to breathe. My boner was poking just above his butt with Pete's beautiful ass leaning against my thighs just below my balls. I though, "wish he were a little taller". In less than a minute the fist I used to stroke his boner was soaking wet and I was afraid the beers had caused Pete to pee himself... there appeared to be too much wetness for it to be cum. I let go of his boner and pushing my hand against his belly and in-under the elastic of his shorts and jockey underwear to grab hold of his bare cock. It was covered in his cum alright...too creamy to be pee. Pete was making gagging sounds in his throat as he shot a few more spurts of cum with me pulling on his naked boner and holding him up against me tightly with my grip around his belly...both his hands clasping my wrist. His cock was bigger than mine, but not as big as Frankie's. I let go of his cock and felt his big balls and then I felt around his pubic area. His pubes were all cut-off.... even shorter than I'd cut Frankie's. I wondered why as I rubbed all around there..... his pubes were so short they were bristly. Hmmmm, coincidence? Pete let out a long sigh and rubbed the back of his head against my shoulder some more. Both his hands were now putting pressure from the outside of his shorts onto the back of the hand that was rubbing all around his cock and balls. His body was as stiff as his cock had been....Pete continued to press up tight against me. The only thing stiff on me was my boner. I kissed the side of Pete's forehead with a long wet one and he didn't move a muscle until I pulled my lips away. Right after the kiss Pete whispered, "Oh my God, I'm so embarrassed about cuming in my pants, Oliver". I felt kind of bad for the kid but I couldn't think what to say. He slowly pulled my hand out of his pants and turned to look at me with his blushing, cute, red face and holding my hand with both of his he said, "Promise you won't tell anyone. Please, promise!" I said, "OK, I promise" and Pete gave me a sweet, shy smile then lifted my hand up to his mouth and licked his cum off my fingers. I almost shot off in my pants. When he'd licked my fingers clean he smiled at me again and mouthed, "You promised". Then looking around and seeing it was getting near dusk he got a worried look on his face, checked his wristwatch and said he had to leave. He asked me to say goodbye to Frankie for him..... he had to run right this second as he was already late meeting up with his cousin for his ride. And, just that abruptly, he ran off. As he ran, what else...he pulled out his T shirt to cover the large cum spot on the front of those nylon shorts. I stared after him wondering, "How did what happened, happen?" My boner was leaking again. I had no choice this time, I went right in the porta-potty furthest from Frankies' and pulled out my boner to stroke it. Very soon out shot another fabulous load of cum, this one splashing up against the plastic wall of the smelly porta-potty. Ohhh, what a great feeling, even in this outdoor toilet. Now that my horniness was temporarily taken care of my brain started-up again and I thought... "Damn, I should have offered to drive Pete home ...or even better, maybe a sleep-over...." too late now. Frankie banged on the locked door of my porta-potty yelling, "Are both of you perverts in there?" He was laughing as he asked the question. I zipped up and opened the door,"Quick, Frankie, help me! Pete fell down the hole of the shitter." Frankie got a real worried look on his face and took a step toward my porta-potty, but then stopped suddenly and gave me the double barreled middle finger salute. "Sit on one of these and rotate." Frankie was smiling big-time as he said I'd "got" him for just a second there. Then he asked where Pete really was. I told him only the part about Pete looking at his watch and running off. Frankie and I meandered back to the picnic area, got one last cheeseburger to share and were barely able to finish it. We'd both been eating everything in sight all day long. After a little discussion Frankie agreed that staying at my place was the smart thing to do. I'd had too many beers to make the long round trip to Frankie's and back. We figured what the hell, a couple beers for the road....... we fished two cans of beer apiece out of a big tub of icy water and headed for my car. Frankie said, "This day started out sucking, but in the end this was the best picnic I've ever been to". I agreed it was awesome and we laughed about the mailroom boy, Pete, and what a riot it was seeing him get tipsy from the beers. I thought to myself, "yeah...the beers are part of the explanation, but not all of it. Pete is the mystery boy. Maybe I'll ask Frankie about mystery boy later". Frankie lit the last cigarette we had between us and we shared it on our way to the car. Lots of spit on the filter each time we passed it. We didn't even bother to laugh. I think we were all laughed out. The ride home was a quick one.... we were quiet going inside my house, turning on some lights and just feeling a little awkward being alone together here. Frankie called his folks so they wouldn't worry about him and then I suggested we finish off the beers on the back porch. Frankie followed me into the kitchen, where I picked-up my little CD player, and out to the porch we went. I played the Plain White Ts' CD, we each grabbed a deck chair and sat with our feet up on the porch railing and sipped our beer looking at the vastness of the night sky. Neither of us said anything, we were both more than a little drunk .....and tired too. It was about 9:00 at night. There were fifty million stars right above us and not a single shooting one which was really too bad because seeing one would have been cool. When "Hey There Delilah" started playing I sang every word right along with Tom Higgenson. Tom and me did a hell of a duet. I looked over at Frankie when I was done and I could just make out that he had an astonished expression on his face when he said, "Holy shit, Oliver! You sing better than the guy on the CD." I felt flattered and kinda proud I'd been able to impress Frankie. That's the first time I'd sung that song since I'd done it with Cristobal as street singers. Frankie had never heard of the Plain White Ts, but he'd heard that particular song a few times on the radio. He was wicked impressed and to show off I sang a part of the song by myself and he got out of his chair and gave me a big hug...... God, what a great day, I felt like a million dollars. Just to start a conversation, I told Frankie about how Tyler and me had begun singing together as young kids.... then I told him what a friend I'd had in Tyler and then because I'd had too much to drink I couldn't stop talking......I told Frankie how Tyler died and how I found his dead body and how, thinking it was my fault, I'd gone into a catatonic state of mind and how my brother helped pull me out of it. I told him about how I couldn't speak for months and then about my stuttering and how bad it use to be. The night got very dark as we sipped our beers, me talking non-stop in between sips. I told him about Tyler's family hating me and about my family moving from our old neighborhood because I was getting in fights all the time and about me missing an entire year of school..... about how I was so lonely and couldn't make friends and was called a geek and a brainiac-weirdo. I couldn't stop telling him stuff. I looked down and in a quiet voice I told Frankie that I was gay and that I'd known I was gay when I was eleven or twelve. I told him I'd never had a gay experience till I had one with Cristobal three months ago. I told him about Alexander and me. I said that I thought I was in love with Cristobal and then Alexander too, "But now I know I wasn't, Frankie. Now I know what love really feels like. I know that love isn't always nice and sweet and perfect. I'm pretty sure that love can hurt like hell. Ya know why.... because I'm in love with you Frankie. And, loving you don't look like it's going to work out real good for me.......looks like I'm in for some serious hurting to tell ya the truth." Frankie hadn't said a word the entire half hour I talked..... each time I looked over at him he was staring at me, taking in every word. He had tears in his eyes a few times and I knew he felt my pain and my heartache. His compassion was palpable and it had encouraged me to omit nothing. When I was telling him about me being gay I couldn't look him in the eyes....I looked down instead and that's when I realized I'd reverted to one of my old habits, crying. My tears had dripped off my chin and soaked the top part of my dirty T shirt. Finally done my true confession I ended with, "I know our spit swapping and hugging and all is just your way of having a laugh by acting outrageous, but for me it was a sexy gay turn-on and I apologize for taking advantage of you, Frankie. For misrepresenting myself......I'm sorry and I hope we can still be friends." It was after 9:30 by now and even with the stars out it was pitch black on the porch....it was hard to make-out Frankie sitting two feet away. I couldn't think of anything else to say. We were both quiet ........and the silence in my ears was like thunder.... my tears falling like rain. In about a minute, although it seemed much longer, Frankie said, "I don't know what to say. I know I should say something, but I'm speechless, Oliver. I mean, of course, I'm so very sorry for the troubles in your life. I have to say I...well, I guess you've been very brave though ...very brave to have made it through all those hard times, I mean." He got up then and came over to put his hand on my shoulder and in a very kind way he said, "Please stop crying, Oliver. It's OK. Really, it is. I think it took a lot of courage to tell me about ... you know, about being gay and all. And, what do you mean you hope we can still be friends. Of course we can, we're still best buds for God sake....you and me." He patted my shoulder and rubbed the back of my head and continued with, "I'm so sorry, Oliver. I mean, I'm happy we're going to be best friends, but I real sorry to disappoint you about the other thing....there isn't any way I can be your gay friend. Please don't feel bad and don't get mad, but I promised I'd marry Darleen. She isn't really like she was at the picnic all the time... that's not her true self....it's just that she gets flustered around people she doesn't know." Frankie pulled his deck chair over right in front of mine and began telling me about him and Darleen. Our knees touched the whole time. In the background The Fray were on the CD player now and my favorite Fray song had just started, "How To Save A Life". With the haunting sounds of that song in the background Frankie told me about Darleen and him. The condensed version of what he told me goes like this.....His family had moved here from Oklahoma in the summer he turned thirteen. The first day here he met this chubby girl who lived next door. She was very friendly and funny too. She said she liked his accent although Frankie was unaware that he'd had one. She treated Frankie like he was special and like she, Darleen, was hardly good enough to be his friend. Frankie, as far as Darleen was concerned, was the king, the boss, the rock star. Darleen was the president of Frankie's fan club, his servant, his gofer. He had never thought of himself as being special, but he liked the fact that Darleen did. Frankie and Darleen were at each others house for homework every night, they hooked-up on weekends and were always included in each other's plans. Darleen was constantly saying "thank you" to Frankie for being her friend. One Saturday in October, while riding his new bike, a trash truck ran into Frankie. One hip and both his legs were broken. He had to have three operations and then he was put in a plaster cast from his armpits to his toes....there were, of course, accommodations for his bowel movements and peeing, but he needed help with both. Darleen was there every day with Frankie and his family came to depend on her a lot. Naturally it was embarrassing and awkward to have a girl cleaning him up after toilet matters and sponge bathing of private parts and things of that nature, but Darleen did it all. She read to him and assisted his tutor in keeping him current in his school work. During this six month process the dynamics in their relationship changed. Darleen adopted the role of deciding what's best for Frankie. He wasn't in much of a position to argue and it just became the natural order of things even when Frankie no longer was in the cast. Then it was "whatever Darleen said....that was the last word on the matter". He had months of rehabilitation to go through and Darleen tightened her hold on him in various ways. During their conversations Darleen manipulated Frankie's emotions by claiming she knew that Frankie would dump her as soon as he was well because she wasn't good enough for someone as cute as Frankie. She was just a chubby girl with a big nose so she understood and told Frankie it was OK, she'd have no hard feelings when he dumped her. Of course this got Frankie to pledge his loyal friendship and in time it just became an established fact that Frankie and Darleen were boyfriend and girlfriend. When he was fully recovered their relationship continued in the established manner.... they were a couple and Darleen ran the show. Although Frankie hadn't given a thought to a possible next step in his and Darleen's relationship, Darleen had. One day in twelfth grade study hall Darleen leaned over to Frankie and informed him that they were in love. It was news to Frankie, but after a while he believed it too. They pledged themselves to each other and pledged to save their virginity for their wedding night. As I listened to him tell his story it was obvious that Frankie has never been in love with her. She has been manipulating his emotions for years..... playing on his sympathies to get her way. She wangled a promise out of Frankie that they'd be married after college and now Frankie doesn't want to break his word. Frankie had wrapped up his story by saying, "I just can't back out on Darleen after all these years. It would ruin her life....... and the last thing I want to do is ruin her life after all the things she's done for me." I didn't want to say what I was thinking, which was.... he doesn't seem to mind ruining his own life. I recognized that this was a delicate situation here, but I didn't have any idea what to do about it. I said, " We're still friends though, you and me, right?" and Frankie said, "Absolutely." Thinking to myself, "I guess that's going to have to be good enough for the moment", I said we should call it a night and asked Frankie if he wanted to sleep in my bed or in my sleeping bag. He said we'd sleep in my bed together, he wasn't afraid of me just because he now knows I'm gay. We needed to clean-up some before bed and since I didn't have an extra tooth brush I just handed mine to Frankie when I was done with it. We'd swapped enought spit in the past... we didn't give a second thought to using the same toothbrush. While he was brushing his teeth I got undressed and hopped in the shower. I told Frankie I'd be quick. He brushed his teeth, got undressed and got right in the shower with me. His body was skinny like mine, but there were no bones showing or anything like that...he had a nice, tight, smooth body. Healthy looking skin, very light skin color except where his skin was lightly tan from the summer sun. His bright red pubes added a nice splash of color at the middle of him and the short bright red hair on his head dotted the "I" nicely. A few red hairs under his arms but, other than that, just some almost invisible blond hairs on his arms and legs. Then, there was his extraordinary penis with the large hairless balls hanging just below it. He was so close to perfect my eyes began to sting with the desire I felt for him. In his left hand Frankie was holding the little scissors from the bathroom jar of utility items. As if it was the most normal thing in the world he said, "How about getting those pubes you missed, Oliver." I was certainly willing to go alone with him and see what developed. So I took the scissors and pulled at Frankie's pubes cutting off the longer ones, the shower pouring down on us. There weren't a lot of longer pubes to cut and it didn't take long......the fine, red, cut hairs circled at our feet and then sliding down the drain, gone forever. I made a project of rubbing his pube patch a few extra times even though I knew I'd barbered all of them by now. Opening the shower door, I flipped the scissors over onto the counter as Frankie rubbed all around his crotch and played with his big cock a little.. Then, continuing to pretend that cutting your bud's pubes was a normal endeavor, requiring no further discussion, I mentioned how surprised l was that Frankie was sharing a shower with me. He said that I must be kidding, "Oliver, we've all taken showers with guys all through high school gym classes. This is no big deal. Jeez! " That explanation was good enough for me although I knew this wasn't the same thing as showering with a lot of guys after gym, not the same thing at all. Without a word Frankie surprised me again by squirting shampoo on my head and shampooing my hair for me. I thought, "We didn't do this in gym class either". Frankie was very conscientious about the shampooing. His fingers massaged my scalp creating thick shampoo suds that slowly drooled down my face... I kept my eyes and mouth closed tightly as I stood up straight for him.... I remembered the way Pete had stood while Frankie was getting that eyelash and I tried to do it the same way. Frankie gave my hair the most thorough shampoo it's ever had.... his wet slippery body sliding against mine, I prayed that my dick would behave. After five luxurious minutes Frankie directed my head right under the shower nozzle and rinsed my hair, running his fingers through it until all the shampoo bubbles were gone. He said, "Now me, Oliver". I started doing Frankie's shampoo the same way he'd just done mine . Now my boner would not be denied.... it became hard as stone and it bobbed between us feeling tingly and oh-so-fine. I massaged Frankie's closely clipped scalp all around the sides and back of his perfectly shaped head. The feel of his head, that closely shorn scalp of his, was so intimate I was soon blowing out short pants of breath. Then, without planning to, I pulled his forehead against mine and shampooed the short red hairs on top of his head with my right hand while using my left to cup the back of his head keeping his forehead against mine. Frankie began moving his head from side to side so that we were rubbing our noses against one another. Shortly this led to our lips meeting and we replaced the nose rubbing with slow, lingering kisses and then we both wrapped our arms around the other and did a slow dance.... with music that was only in our heads. The shower water continued rinsing the shampoo off Frankie's head and it slid down both our faces...a little got on our lips and our kisses tasted like shampoo for a bit. Frankie's big cock had quickly grown into a very big boner and it was right next to mine, between our bellies. His boner reached all the way up to my belly button, three inches above the head of my own boner. We were sucking each others neck as the warm shower water continued pouring over us. When I knew I was just about ready to cum I told Frankie and he reached down to jerk my cock saying, "Let's help each other, Oliver". So, he stroked my boner and, using my whole hand, I stroked that long, fat cock of his. Frankie only stroked my boner five times before I saw stars and climaxed with a force that scared me...and then three more pretty good spurts followed right after that first explosion. While I was cuming I held onto Frankie's cock like one holds onto a pole in a swaying trolley car. It helped me stay on my feet. After a bit I recovered enough to jerk Frankie off and his cum shot up all over my chest as he made grunting sounds while biting and licking my ear. Afterward we both sat down on the floor of the shower stall, exhausted, staring at each other as the water continued to flow all over us. Shortly Frankie's breathing was under control and he said, "Holy shit, Oliver. That was random, huh? I sure hope you don't get the wrong idea about this." He followed it up with a big, beautiful smile and I swear I was lost again. I didn't know what the fuck it all meant, I truly didn't have a clue....... but I sure enjoyed it. We stood up and began washing each other with our soapy hands, concentrating, although not exclusively, in the crotch and ass area, until the water began to lose it's warmth. Thorough rinse off in almost cool water and then we helped each other dry-off using two big fluffy towels. Were we ever clean. And, sexually satisfied too....for the moment anyway. While rubbing that big towel all over Frankie I had a quizzical look on my face catching Frankie's eye every chance I got hoping he'd clarify what our mutual jerk-off meant to him or meant for us.....if anything. Frankie maintained a playful, happy face and I had to think he was teasing me something awful. But, about what? That is the question. We both took a long beer piss, sharing the toilet bowl, and then I grabbed two pairs of boxer shorts for us to put on. We padded barefoot into the kitchen for something other than beer to drink and settled on big glasses of orange juice. We didn't have much to say, but I think we felt comfortable with each other. I sure felt comfortable with Frankie. We sat quietly and listened to The Fray on my CD player as it replayed for the third time. Finally Frankie suggested we both take three Tylenol to help with the hangover that was sure to greet us in the morning and then head off to bed. I have a double bed so there is certainly room for two. My bedroom was air conditioned very cool and we scrambled under the covers. Frankie said,"It's your bed Oliver so you tell me how you like to sleep...you know, what position you like. Just pretend I'm not here and I'll work out a space of my own that won't bother you." I said, "Oh yeah, OK....Let's see, you should face me. Usually I sleep best like this" and I scooted over right in front of him and squeezed my right arm under his neck and hugged him into the front of my body. We were both on our sides now and I wrapped my other arm over his back to get him as tight up against me as possible. Then I insinuated my foot, followed by my leg, in between Frankie's legs. Our noses touched for a second and then I moved the side of my face against the side of his face and in a low voice I whispered right into his ear, "How's this? Comfy?" Frankie whispered back at me, "Perfect. Good night, Oliver." It wasn't even eleven o'clock, but we'd had a very active day and too many beers so, in each other's arms, we drifted off to sleep. A little later, in my dream, I was having trouble getting air into my lungs. This caused me to open my eyes and see that Frankie and I had scrambled about in our sleep and my nose and mouth were now pressed against the side of his neck partially blocking my breathing. He smelled so natural and so sexy I moved my nose back and forth against his neck a half dozen times ...Mmmmmmm good. My arm was still under Frankie's neck so I gently pulled his sleeping head over and kissed his forehead lightly....I couldn't help myself. He's so special to me. I rubbed my nose in his short red hair and kissed the top of his head. Teary eyed, I wondered how I could love someone as much as I loved Frankie....it's so close to being painful, yet so beautiful at the same time. It hurts..... Frankie had a sleepy voice when he mumbled, "Is it morning already, Oliver?" I told him it wasn't even one o'clock....."I had a dream that I was hugging my boyfriend's neck too tighly and that woke me up " . When I said it I was holding Frankie around his neck and he muttered, "I can't be your boyfriend. I told you that. If I could, I would, but I can't". I snapped back at him, " I said it was a dream, didn't I ?" He'd detected the little bit of anger in my voice because he said, "Oh, I'm sorry. Please don't be mad at me, Oliver." Oh man, I'm being a jackass again. I kissed his lips and said, "I love you so much, Frankie". The weak moon light shining on his face, he opened his eyes wide for a second and then a "look" in his eyes said something and his lips opened a little and we French kissed until we both were wearing hard boners again. Occasionally I'll read some gay stories on 'line' and I stumbled onto this very kewl, excellent young writer who wrote about him and his boyfriend putting their boners inside one or the other's boxers. I thought this would be cool to do so I reached down and fished out my boner and stuck it in Frankie's fly opening...then I pushed my nuts in there too. Oh my God did it ever feel fabulous to have my boner rubbing against his extra large boner with both of them right there inside Frankie's underpants, laying on his belly side by side and feeling all that warmth. My nuts rested on Frankie's short, silky, bright red pubic hairs. This unique experience for my boner caused it to immediately grow a half an inch longer..... pre cum drooled out of it's pee slit while I moaned into Frankie's mouth. We humped against each other and Frankie said, "This is so hot, Oliver. This is so hot. Jesus..." He sucked my top lip and then licked over the front of my teeth four or five times, as if he were getting a bit over-stimulated. I could feel pre cum from Frankie's cock wetting my cock and I wanted to taste it. I said, "Frankie, let me show you something I recently learned." I slowly pulled my face away from Frankie's and licked down his neck and across his chest to his nipple, which was already hard, and sucked on it with lots of saliva. My cock and balls pulled out of Frankie's boxers and he goes, "Ohhh". I said, "Oh yeah, let's get these off" and I pulled both our boxers off and tossed them on the floor. Frankie said, "This feels good." I said, "Just wait, it get's better" and I finished sucking both his nipples. I licked a spit trail down his chest and stomach to his belly button and filled that up with spit and twirled my tongue in his belly button till he was squirming and running his fingers through my hair. Lots of licking and kissing on his lower belly caused Frankie to shudder and shiver and moan. I rubbed my nose in his pubes and then licked all through them till they were wet with spit. I was holding his boner and moving it this way and that way to allow me to lick all over his pubes and then finally down the sides of his nut sack. I was so hard myself with that tingling and buzzing feeling at the head of my boner, as well as the same great sensations in the debths of my nuts........I could just imagine my cum churning around in there getting ready for the run of it's life. Erotic, indescribable feelings of pleasure. I stroked my own boner as I was stroking Frankie's.....both boners were wet with pre cum and my fist slid easily up and down both shafts. The smell of Frankie down around his nuts was such a sexy turn-on I lapped under his balls and licked close to his hole. Frankie's knees were in the air and when he felt me licking close to his hole he spread his legs open to allow me full access to all parts of him. With Frankie laying exposed like that I let go of his cock and lifted his nuts so I could lap under them soaking them with spit, and then again a wet lick within an inch of Frankie's hole. He groaned and scrunched his bum toward me totally exposing his anus rosebud and I gave a full, wet, warm, slow deliberate lick right over his hairless, clean hole and then did it again very slowly. I felt like I was going to shoot off myself right then. "Frankie went, "Ohhh, God" and after waiting a second to see if my nuts were going to explode, I lapped up and all around his balls and then from the base of his boner I did a sloppy wet lick up to his wide cock head, sucked on the head, swallowing the precum, and then did a sloppy wet lick down the other side of his long, fat cock. He humped his hips involuntarily while he moaned and groaned some more. While sucking on the head of his boner I forced my eyes to look upward as much as possible so I could see Frankie's face...his eyes and mouth were closed tight and he was rolling his head slightly from side to side on our pillow. I pushed as much of Frankie's boner in my mouth as possible and sucked and tongued it while stoking the part that I couldn't get in my mouth and in thirty seconds he arched his back and blew his load in my mouth. It drooled out both sides of my mouth and slid down the inside and the outside of my throat. Letting out a long hissing noise between my teeth, I humped my hips twice and shot my load on Frankie's right thigh. We both had three follow-up spurts. All kinds of bright colors flashed behind my eyes and my ears felt stopped up. No matter, I still swallowed as much of Frankie's cum as I could. My boner was going down but I still stroked it....what an absolutely awesome climax. My best ever, Frankie's cum tasted slightly like beer....or maybe that was just my imagination. Frankie did a few more lazy humps with his hips and then collapsed back on the mattress and let go of the fistful of my hair he had been pulling on with both hands. We were both breathing hard again. After two minutes Frankie, in a serious manner asked, "Jeez, what exactly do you call that, Oliver?" Frankie followed his rhetorical question with a chuckle. I swear I never know what reaction to expect from him. Trying to be funny I answered, "I'm thinking of calling it a blow-job." Frankie said, "I can't imagine why. You didn't do any blowing that I could detect." I scampered around so I was sharing the pillow with Frankie and I could look right at him. He had his big friendly smile going and acted as happy as can be. I hugged him and he hugged back and then he gave me a long kiss first on the side of my forehead and then on my lips. I felt my cum, that cum that I'd shot on Frankie's leg, smearing off his leg onto mine as we got tangled-up together. I loved the feel of his naked body against mine. He said, "Oh, by the way Oliver, would you please do me a favor" I said, "If I can, I will." And in the same manner that you might ask someone to set the alarm for nine o'clock in the morning he said, "please, don't let me fall in love with you. OK?" and then he covered my lips with the palm of his hand and said, "Shhhhh, Oliver. Let's get back to sleep." I lay there in his arms and thought, "Too late, Frankie. We're two skinny nineteen year old boys, heading back to sleep........already in love with each other." to be continued... Next...Oliver's Freshman Year Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com