Date: Sun, 17 Mar 2019 21:41:34 -0400
From: CN
Subject: The Summer of 92 Part Two

Part 2

And at 2 in the afternoon he comes over. Just lets himself in. We never
locked the door.

"Let's go."

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Fishing," he said.

"I don't like to fish."

"Get the fuck up and ready. Meet me in five minutes outside."

I get into my cousin's truck on the passenger's side.

Victor pealed out in reverse and threw gravel everywhere as he sped out of
the driveway.

About a mile out, he pulled over to the side and took off his shirt. "Dude
sorry, a/c works like shit. It's hot as fuck. Take off your shirt too if
you want. I'm sweating balls here." He threw his shirt to me. He stretched
his right arm out on the bucket seat. His fingers rested at my neck. I
looked at him and sneaked a peek at his underarm. Dark wet hairs clung to
the skin. He wasn't old enough to have to thick hairs, just enough to show
he is sexually mature, and they matted mostly to his upper arm. I had the
urge to put my tongue there and taste him.

He smiled at me as I took him in. I turned away as fast as I could. He
slapped me on the back of my head and put the truck in gear. Dirt flies
everywhere as he raced back on the road.

 I kept my shirt on, too shy to show myself.

Victor takes me to the canals close to the border of Mexico. He sped along
the banks towards some trees planted for shade. He stops abruptly. Dust
flowed over the truck moving as if it didn't get the message that we have
stopped.

Victor turns off the engine. "Are you ready?"

"For fishing, I guess," I replied.

"What else freak?"

I just shake my head at him. Victor doesn't move though. His arm neatly
placed back on the seat with his fingers resting ever so closely to my
neck. I brace myself for another slap or hit, but he slowly reaches out and
gently massages me.

"Why are you so tense?"

"Dunno."

Victor smiled at me and looked out the windshield. "You know they say you
are a fag. Are you?"

"No," I replied quietly.

He laughed, "You act like one. You walk like one, and worse, you talk like
a little girl."

I tried to open the door, but he locks it from his side. "Where you are
going?" His fingers enclose around the back of my head.

He takes off his seatbelt. "Listen your dad is worried. He asked me to hang
out with you more. I didn't believe it, you know the gay thing, but then I
saw how you looked at me at the lake. And..."

I tear up but refused to look at him.

He continued to massage my neck.

"You don't have anything to worry about. Not with me. I get it. I think we
can help each other out."

I just look at him.

Victor gestured for me to get closer. "Come sit next to me." He put
pressure on my neck. "Come on." I slide over. He puts his arm around
me. "Listen, this stays between us. Okay? I think you're a fag. But we are
family. We got to help each other out. I can make you a man. Or seem like
one anyway to get your old man off your back."

 He looked at me, his eye big. He smiles awkwardly then hugged me
harder. "I'll get your dad off your ass and you get to hang out with me,
maybe point out some things about your, ahem, way."

"My way?" I asked, more upset.

"Yeah girlie ways."

I tense up.



Victor stopped hugging me and brought his right hand to his thigh. His eyes
twinkled at me. Then he scratches his balls. My eyes follow.

"You're gonna have to stop doing that," he said.

"What do you mean," I respond as I turn my eyes momentarily away, but not
for long.

"Looking at me scratching my nuts."

"I wasn't," I stammered.

Victor toothy grins at me, and said, "You still are."

I was. I had nothing to say. I kept staring.

He kept scratching. His head was tilted down and there was this impish grin
on his face. As he scratched, his elbow hit me. Often.

I had to move my legs, afraid he would see. I was getting hard.

Victor turned his head towards me, still smiling, scratching, and hitting
me with his elbow.

He asks, "Do you jack off?"

I shake my head.

"Yeah you do."

I half smile.

"We all do. I do. God, I get so horny."

"Oh okay," I respond, continuously adjusting my legs, not daring to touch
my crotch.

"You know what horny means?" He asked me. I nod yes. "Fuck dude, my dick
gets so hard like all the time."

"I..."

But Victor interrupted me. "I got a girl. We messed around a few
times. She's skittish. And she won't even suck my dick. She's tried jacking
me off but doesn't have the stamina. She gets tired. I just want to cum by
someone else. You know what I mean?"

I've never, ever kissed anyone let alone got so far. I just say, "Yeah."

Victor laughs. "You dumb virgin."

He stopped scratching and placed his hand on my leg. "You're so skinny." I
nod. "I like that." I smile. Then it dons on me, Victor told me what he was
going to do, but he didn't tell me what I had to do, so I ask him.

"What's in it for me?"

This time Victor laughed loudly. He rudely gestured, then scratches his
armpit.

And then, this becomes something of a fantasy. He brought his hand, fresh
from scratching at the hairs under his arm, to my face.

My forehead wrinkles. He smashed his hand against my nose and mouth.

I fight away.

"But why?" he asked me.

"You tried to put your fingers in my mouth..."

"Yeah, I know..."

"but..."

Victor slaps me, but gently. "Seriously?"

"I..."  but I never finished. He rubs his index finger on my lips. And adds
his thumb cupping my chin.

"Suck my dick."

"What," I kept stammering.

"Man, you're gay. Suck my dick. That's what you can do for me. You'll like
it so why not?"

I asked, "Are you gay too?"

Victor laughed loudly, "Nah fag, I just need my dick sucked. And if you're
good, I'll keep letting you. Masturbating is trash. I need something more
until I get a girl who's ready to put out."

"I've never."

Victor said, "God, I bet that ass is tight too."

"What?"

"Come here," he says and gestures. His hand reached down to his cock. He
started massaging it. He tells me to unzip his shorts. With shaky hands I
comply. I am so close to him I can feel his breath; I could kiss him. I
don't dare though.

I undo the button and fumble with the zipper. I struggle to pull it down. I
can see white briefs under his shorts. His cock was hard and poking through
the fabric.

"Touch it," he says.

My whole body is shaking. This was everything I wanted and yet, I was still
afraid. I tentatively put my hand on his crotch. His dick was hard. I start
rubbing it up and down. I can feel it growing. It wasn't like touching my
own cock, this seemed special, wholly different from mine.

Victor moans. He says it feels good. Then he lifts up his body and
instructs me to take off his shorts and underwear. I carefully pull down
his tighty whities by pulling up on the waistband to free his growing hard
on. I leave them around his ankles. He relaxes and his dick sticks up in
the air. I place my hand on it again and stroke it. Precum oozes from his
head. His cock is sweaty; I can smell his pungent odor. My dick threatens
to erupt from my pants.

"Go on, put your mouth on it."

I looked him in the eyes, then down to his groin. I kept jacking him. He
placed his hand on the back of my neck again and with some force pushed me
towards his dick. I don't resist and as I get closer, the smell emanating
from his crotch got stronger. It took a moment to get used to. He wasn't
dirty, but clearly, he didn't shower before he picked me up. He smelled of
sweat, piss, and something else. At the time, I had no idea how to describe
it, but I knew I liked his smell.

I kiss the top of his cock.  I taste his precum. Salty.

"Open your mouth wide..."

His hand still on my neck. I comply, stretching my mouth as open as I
could, and I put the head in my mouth. This time his moan was louder. He
pushes my head further down; all his head and half of his staff is in my
mouth. I didn't know how to breath, but I kept at it. He starts thrusting
and I start sucking. He goes further and further inside my mouth, into my
throat. I gag. He tells me to breathe through my nose. I still choke. But
at this point, I didn't want to stop. His cock hits my tonsils and I gag
loudly. I come up for air, releasing his dick. I look up in shame, but
Victor just smiles.

"You like that dick?"

I nod and go back down on him. He pushes my mouth completely down on his
cock. He thrusts and jabs. I attempt to swirl my tongue around his head and
Victor speaks, "Ah fuck, that feels so good. Your mouth is so sweet." I
feel Victor place his hand on the small of my back and places his left hand
on my neck.

I keep sucking on his dick and he moans. I feel awkward and wonderful all
at the same time. I rub my crotch on the seat of the truck, wishing I can
jack myself off. But with his hands holding me and his large, meaty dick in
my mouth, I make not attempt to touch myself.



I can feel his body tightening up. His flat stomach contracts and I swear
his dick suddenly enlarges. Victor's moan, this time, was the loudest and
longest ever heard by me. He throws his head back and jabs his cock deeper
into my throat. My mouth is flooded with salty cum.

His dick pumps semen into my mouth. Victor keeps my head still, saying,
"Swallow it." I'm still as his cock continues to shoot cum inside me. I can
feel every pump and squirt. I don't swallow preferring to keep it in my
mouth. I wanted to savor the taste. His dick keeps pumping and when I
thought his balls released the last of his cum, I suck his dick a little
more and his dick jerked. Victor let go of my neck and his whole body
relaxed. His dick was softening, with occasional jerks here and there.

 I come up for air with my mouth full of cum.

Victor smiles at me, said, "I told you to swallow it." I open my mouth and
show him his sperm then I quickly closed my lips and swallowed.

"Good boy," he said.

I look down at his shrinking dick, still swoll. I go down and suck it some
more. He throws me off. "Nah, too much. I get sensitive once I cum."

I wanted to kiss him, and I get closer to him, but he pushes me back.

"No fag. No kissing."

He put his fingers on my lips and then pushes them inside my mouth, I suck
his large fingers. He takes them out and slaps me gently on the cheek.

Then he gets out and gets his fishing pole.

He yells back out at me, "You gonna stay in there forever? No jerking off
in my truck. Come on, Let's catch some fish."