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Pocketful of Stars

By Nick Archer

Chapter 11

Something I forgot to tell you is that I’m a worrier. But you probably already figured that out, huh? My dad says it’s the curse of the oldest child. He says the oldest always worries about stuff. My mom says I should just chill out.

Take Dennis, for example. At first I worried if he would like me. Then I worried if he liked me, would he want to be friends? Was he going to be cute? Would he think I was cute? Would he have the same interests, or would he like something weird, like show tunes?

All my questions were answered that first day. And the first night we slept together. Although we never talked about it I knew the answer to all my questions was: It’s going to be OK.

After we had sex, Dennis dozed again. I got up and took a shower. Dad and Tad were nowhere in sight. On the way back to the bedroom, I noticed two pieces of paper on the kitchen table.

One was a note and the other was a schedule.

Joe and Dennis:

We went to do some grocery shopping. We need your help around the house. We made a schedule of chores that need to be done. It is open to discussion and we may change some things, but for now this is the plan. You both can start this morning.

Love, Dad (Sean)

I glanced at the schedule. God! There was enough to keep us busy 24/7!

I poked my head into the bedroom again and Dennis was still sleeping. I tiptoed into the room and assembled clothes to wear. The Tommy Hilfiger shirt didn’t pass the sniff test, so I would have to put on my second favorite outfit.

OK, let me stop right here and make a point. My parents always taught us that the most important part of a person is inside. They taught me and my sisters that a person should be judged by their heart and not their clothes. What’s inside a person is more important than what is outside. I understand that. I believe it. And still, here I was agonizing about what I should wear.

I wanted to look good for Dennis. I wanted him to think I was cool. I wanted to make a good impression. I wanted Dennis to like me.

I chose my blue polo shirt and my blue mesh basketball shorts. The shorts are new. I asked my mom to buy me a pair before I left. When I saw Paul in them, I had to have a pair. I love the feeling of the nylon against my cock and balls, but my dick is just too unpredictable to go without underwear for very long. If I get a boner, the front will tent out. I also picked out my favorite blue Calvin Klein underwear. I found them in gym class! I took them home and threw them in the machine one afternoon when I was home alone. I couldn’t put them with the regular laundry because Mom would be asking all sorts of questions. And it is sooo hot to be wearing some else’s underwear! I fantasized about who they belonged to, and how big his dick was, and how the hell he could have forgotten to put on his underwear after gym class.

You must really think I’m some kind of freak!

The shorts and underwear fit me perfectly and the elastic waistband of the Calvin’s peek over the top of the shorts. OK, I’m gonna stop talking about clothes now! I promise!

I took my shower but didn’t put on my shirt right away. I love how the water chills on my skin when I get out of the shower, especially in the summer. I picked up the remote and found the Weather Channel. It was weird seeing the local forecast from Milwaukee instead of Bloomington. It was going to be hot again today, but thunderstorms were predicted for the evening and night. Monday would be cooler. I switched off the TV, and went to look over the schedule again.

I sighed. My chore for the day was to unload the clean dishes from the dishwasher and reload it with dirty dishes. Before I did that, though, I wanted to see if Dennis was awake.

I cracked open the door. He was on his side. It looked like he was masturbating, or maybe holding something. Damn! He must have found my magazine! Shit, shit and double-shit!

"Are you awake?" I asked very quietly.

He rolled over. He was holding the one thing I had forgotten to worry about!

He was holding German!

Triple-shit! He’s going to think I’m a baby! He’s going to make fun of me! How the hell could I have forgotten to hide that fucking bear?

He grinned at me. "Cute bear."

"Oh, he’s a stupid thing. My mom packed it as a joke." The words spilled out of my mouth. I blushed thirty shades of red. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole.

"I think he’s cute. Like you."

I crossed the room and grabbed it from him. I tossed him into the closet.

Dennis scrambled out of bed, and retrieved him. "Awww!" He patted German’s head. He cradled the teddy bear in his arms. "How could you do that to our baby?" He looked me in the eyes. "What’s his name, anyway?"

"German," I mumbled, gazing down at my feet. "Don’t ask me how he got the name."

"Hi, German." He sat on the edge of the bed, fluffed the pillows and placed him up against them. "Come here," he said to me.

He took my hands. "Why are you embarrassed?"

I avoided his eyes. "It’s a stupid thing....."

"I used to have a stuffed dog. I loved it more than anything. My grandma gave it to me. But my fucking older brother ripped it apart right in front of my face."


"No, another brother, Peter."

I didn’t know what to say.

"I still like you, Joe. Everybody has stuff they’re embarrassed about. I just hope you’ll still like me when I tell you some of the things I’m embarrassed about."

"I will."

"I hope so." He stood up and pulled his underwear off. "I’m going to take a shower. Too bad you already took one."

I smiled, partially because I was very relieved he changed the subject. "Why?"

"Showering with a friend conserves water and its good clean fun, if you know what I mean!" He pinched my nipple on his way to the bathroom.

I was sorting out the silverware from the dishwasher to the drawer, when Dennis came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I nearly went into orbit!

"You scared me!"

"Sorry, dude." He started kissing my neck and running his hands up and down my chest.

It felt so good! Nobody has ever kissed my neck before. Well, ok, I think Sue tried it once, but it did nothing for me. This, on the other hand was getting me hot! His right hand slipped under the elastic of my underwear. It wrapped itself around my dick!

I gotta tell you about my dick. I don’t have a name for him. I hate that, when guys give their dick a name. This one kid at school calls his dick Herman. I think it’s stupid. Anyway, my point was that no one has ever touched my dick but me. At least, not that I can remember. OK, well maybe when I was a baby and they changed my diapers. And there was that time with Josh just before I left Bloomington. That was the first time, I promise! And to tell you the truth, I don’t really think he wanted to touch it. He touched mine just because he wanted me to touch his.

But, now there’s Dennis, who wants to touch my dick. I think that is so cool. It makes me feel good. I feel like I’m attractive.

Well, OK, I am a pretty attractive guy. And I’m proud of my dick. It’s about average in length, but it’s thick! I mean, it’s big around! I never measured it, but let me give you a comparison. Think pop can. That’s about how thick it is. Really! I’m not just making this up! When I’m hard, I can’t get my thumb and middle finger around it.

Dennis was pressing his hard cock against my butt. He has a big dick, too, but it’s not as thick as mine is. His is long. It’s almost two handfuls!

OK, you’re probably thinking, I don’t believe a word this kid is saying. Well, if you don’t believe me, would you believe a scientist? I read in The Advocate that gay men in general have bigger dicks than straight men. It’s true!

Just then, we saw Dad’s car pull up in the driveway. We giggled and parted. They both gave us suspicious looks when they opened the door.

"Grab some groceries and start putting them away," my dad commanded.

I raised my arm and saluted him as if he were a Nazi. "Seig, Heil!"

"You are not funny, young man."

I put away the frozen foods and Dennis put the canned goods in the cupboard.

Dad asked, "Did you seen the schedule?"

"Yes," we moaned in unison.

"I already finished mine for the day," I bragged.

"Good boy. And you, Dennis?"

"Well, since my job is to set and clear the dinner table, I guess I’ll wait. Unless you want to have dinner now."

"Dennis..." Tad hissed through his gritted teeth.

When we were finished putting the groceries away, we decided to go for a bike ride. Both my dad and Tad had really nice, expensive bikes. They told us not to leave them unattended without locking them up.

As we rode away from the house, I said to Dennis, "This bike costs $700. I saw one like it in a bike shop in Bloomington. They have a lot of expensive things. The computer, the sound system, my dad’s new car."

"That’s because they’re DINKS."


"Double Income, No Kids." We were riding up a hill, and that slowed us down. Dennis had a goofy grin on his face. "You know about them, right?"

"Know what?"

"If you have to ask, I’m not going to tell you."


"They’re lovers," he blurted.

"I knew that," I answered. Actually, I suspected it; I didn’t really know it. I knew it subconsciously, but my mind never completed the circuit.

"You didn’t know."

"I did too!"

He swerved his bike close to mine and bumped me.


He laughed. "Race you home!"

When we got back, the kitchen and living room were empty. Both Dad’s and Tad’s cars were in the driveway. Where could they be?

"They’re probably having sex," he whispered to me.

Just then Tad opened the bedroom door. His hair was all messed up. We exchanged looks.

"Hey, guys!" Tad said with a little too much enthusiasm. "Go get your swimsuits on and we’ll go to the beach."

We had a blast at the beach, as usual. My skin was getting used to the sun. I usually burn the first time, then after I peel, I just tan. I had already gone through the peeling stage when I was going to the pool with Paul.

I wondered about Paul on the way back to Dad’s house. What was he doing now? Did he miss me? I felt a little guilty because I hadn’t thought about him until now.

Dennis nudged me. I looked over at him. He nodded toward his lap. He had pulled his dick and balls out of the leg of his swimming trunks.

I covered my mouth with my hand and my eyes almost fell out of my head! He smiled this devilish smile. He was teasing me, he knew it, and he loved it. I wanted to touch it so bad, but all it would take is one glance in the rearview mirror, and I would be in trouble.

He tucked himself in when we pulled into the driveway.

That night, we went to bed promptly at ten o’clock. I’m sure dad and Tad wondered why. We just explained that we were tired. I wonder if they knew the truth.

Dennis sat on the end of the bed and pulled off his shoes. I was pulling my shirt off.

"Stop," he whispered. "I want to undress you."

I let my hands fall to my side. He pulled my shirt off and slowly kissed my chest and belly.

"Oh," he breathed, "You’re so sexy. Do you know how many times I just wanted to grab you today?"

"Probably as many times as I wanted to grab you."

Dennis pulled down my shorts, and lightly ran his hand over my dick, which was still tucked away in my underwear. I put my arms around his head and pulled it to my chest. I didn’t care what he did to me. He knew how to make my body feel good, and in turn, I wanted to please him.

I put my hands under his armpits. "Stand up," I told him. I started to pull his clothes off slowly, as he had done to me. I kissed his shoulders and his neck. He smelled slightly like the lake we had been swimming in, and from his sweat. You know, until now, I never would have thought that the smell of another guy’s perspiration was sexy. But Dennis’ is!

I was just about to kiss him on the lips. He brought his hand up between us and covered my mouth. "Not yet," he whispered. Very gently he pushed me back on the bed. He put his hands behind my knees and lifted them up.

My heart was racing. I knew what was happening, and yet I didn’t. I wanted it to happen, and yet I didn’t. I trusted Dennis – he seemed to know what he was doing. See, I read somewhere that the first time you get fucked can be painful.

He looked so sexy hovering above me. His hair was cut short, and I could see a very well defined tan line just below his belly button. "Wait," he said, and left me with my knees in the air. From one of the drawers that he had his clothes in, he pulled out a bottle of lube.

"That’s cold!" I complained when he smeared it on my crotch.

"It’ll warm up quickly," he assured me and he squirted some lube in his hand and then lubed up his long dick.

He repositioned my ass so that it was on the edge of the bed. He rubbed the head of his dick up and down my crotch. It felt so hot! He found this little spot near my asshole that he teased by rubbing it with his dick. I swear, it made my asshole throb.

I never was much for playing with my asshole. When Josh and me were playing around on the couch that night, I could tell he was playing with his own ass. I’ve never really thought much about it. I never put anything up my ass, not even my finger. And, of course, I’ve never been fucked before. But my ass throbbed even more and I realized I wanted to try it, at least.

He put his palms flat on the bed on either side of my hips. "Put your feet on the bed and pull your legs together," he directed me.

When I did this, he started thrusting. Oh, my God! His eyes were closed as he concentrated on what he was doing. His belly tightened into a six-pack. His shoulders and arms looked so masculine in the half-light of the bedroom. I could feel his cock as it continued to massage my crotch. With each thrust he got closer to my asshole, and each time he did that my hole throbbed again.

And the sounds! It made a sort of squishy, wet, slurpy sound. It was almost like the sound of wet sneakers on a tile floor.

He moaned, and reached around my thigh and wrapped a hand around my dick. He didn’t jack it; he didn’t need to. I was ready to shoot, and each time he massaged my crotch, his hand moved up and down.

"I’m cumming," he told me. He leaned forward, grabbed his dick and shot all over my belly.

"Oh God," he whispered as he emptied the last of his juice on me.

He finally opened his eyes and smiled at me. "You’re so beautiful," he whispered. He leaned over me and started to jack my cock. I remember this happening in slow motion. He moved his face closer to mine and closed his eyes again. I could feel his hot breath on my cheek. His lips moved closer and closer to mine.

Just as we kissed, I shot my load.

"Oh," I grunted.

"Sweet – boy – good – boy," he kissed me between words. It was almost like I had cum spontaneously.

He kissed me again, then stood up, and crossed the room to the closet. From the closet he pulled a big bath towel. His cock bobbed in front of him as he carried the towel back to me.

He smiled at me again and wiped all the cum from my chest. Nobody had made my body feel so good. Right then, he was rescuer, my teacher, my mentor, and my hero. I knew I loved him.

His caress was gentle as he also wiped my sticky crotch. Then, he cleaned himself up. Finally, he tossed the towel aside and hopped on the bed next to me.

"Maybe that schedule is a good thing after all," he said thoughtfully.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we have to do laundry. They won’t see all the cumrags and get suspicious."

I would have never thought of that.

We put our arms around each other and pressed our bodies together. I wanted to melt into him, to dissolve like sugar in coffee. I wanted him to be part of me. He kissed me.

"Did you like that?" He asked.

"You have to ask?"

"I didn’t rush you, did I?"

"No. No way. I wanted it to happen."

We kissed for a long time. I stuck my tongue into his mouth and touched his tongue with mine.

"Why are you so worried about rushing me?" I finally asked. "That’s the second time you asked me."

He paused before finally telling me. "Because I have a lot more experience than you do. You’re kinda...." he paused as he searched for a word "...innocent."

"Are you saying I’m a baby?"

"No, not at all," he replied quickly.

I thought about it for a minute. I felt a little defensive at first, but then I decided I didn’t care. Dennis was an excellent teacher!

"Were we fucking?" I asked after we finished kissing.

He laughed.

"Don’t laugh at me, asshole!"

He covered his mouth, but still smiled. "No, we weren’t. If we were, I’d be wearing a condom." He must have seen the upset look in my face. "Hey, what’s wrong?" He kissed my forehead, my chin, and both my cheeks. "Come on, spill it. You won’t hurt my feelings."

"I don’t know," I tried to explain. "I don’t like the fact you know more than me."

"I promise you, Joe. I will never hurt you. If anything we do hurts, or if you don’t feel comfortable, just tell me and I’ll stop right away." He pulled me closer. "I just want to make you feel good."

I looked into his eyes, and I knew he was telling the truth. I felt warm and loved and cared for in his arms. I started to get a little drowsy. Then, something occurred to me. I opened my eyes just as Dennis closed his.



"How did you get to know so much? About sex, I mean."

He sighed and opened his eyes slowly. There was a very quick flash of pain and fear. "I don’t want to tell you."


"Because you won’t like me anymore." His eyes avoided mine.

I ran my fingers through his hair. "Yes, I will."

"I’m embarrassed."

"You are? Why? You know about German. How embarrassing is it for a fourteen-year-old to still have his teddy bear?"

"Yeah, I guess you’re right. You promise you’ll still like me?

"I promise," I said with a little laugh.

He took a deep breath. "I got paid for it."


"I sold it."

"Sold sex?"


"You mean you were..."

"A hustler, a rent boy, a ho, a prostitute, a boy toy.... Yeah, that was me."

I didn’t know what to say.

"You hate me now, don’t you?"

I had to think carefully before answering.

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