Date: Fri, 27 Jun 2003 15:19:29 EDT From: Writersrealmmm@aol.com Subject: Billie Joe's Journal/My 15th Year Chapter 23 Billie Joe's Journal OR My 15th Year Hail to the Supremes. They are playing our music while the conservatives cry at the death of "their kind" of morality. You are as good as anyone no matter how loud they complain. We believe life is about love and brotherhood. They believe it is about them having the ability to judge the people they hate. The Supreme Court disagreed with them and they now need to find another way to mind other people's business, or perhaps they'll finally mind their own for a change and give the world a break. Chapter 24 Sailor's Libido Curve We fell asleep in the doorway on the loading dock, using our clothes as a mattress and each other as blankets. I woke up hearing Jesus screaming again. His terror was clear and I worried that some time soon I'd go mad and wake up to scream at the shadows and the empty night. The renewed screaming was loud enough to wake Gene and little was loud enough to accomplish that. "Come on," he said, looking at the renewing light in the dawning sky. We pulled on our clothes and I ignored my instinct to reach out to touch all that hanging meat in front of Gene when my attention was drawn to it. I feared that Jesus would bring the cops down on us and getting out of there seemed like a better idea than getting Gene started, although for a few seconds it was a toss up until he tucked it away. By the time we got into the Castro a hazy light was bringing life back to the gray dirty street. All the shops were closed and the occasional passing car went quickly along its way as opposed to the ones that usually slowed precipitously to eyeball two lovely lads on the prowl. Gene took my hand and pulled me along when I became distracted by something in a window or along the way. We seemed to be in a hurry but for what I couldn't imagine. We had no place to go and very little to go on but things change quick in Castro, especially when you are young and full of... promise for those who were early risers and as hungry as Gene. I was astounded when I saw the flashing CAFÉ sign two thirds of the way up the hill. The restaurant was open and a thin blond lady was in the place of the fat man that usually haunted the place. "Look, we got enough for coffee and a roll or something. It'll fill the hole until I can think of something for us," Gene said, and I noticed he was a little boy, albeit with a dirty face and a bigger appetite than our means could support. The blond woman smiled and delivered the coffee happily, humming as the sun broke in through the window where people usually leaned. I only ate half of my roll and let Gene gobble the rest. He left our last quarter for the waitress under protest from me but what could we do with a quarter? And Gene wasn't worried even if I always was. The sun shinned on my face as we leaned on the glass, our hunger partially satisfied as a few more cars entered the street. A pedestrian hurried past, hands jammed in pockets and his head down for the climb toward Golden Gate Park and just as he went out of sight a navy guy came swinging around the corner across the street and he walked toward us. "What's up?" He said way friendly, leaning on the glass with us but not paying much attention to the company he was keeping. "Not much," Gene said, leaning forward to look around me and at the front of the navy boys poked out pants. "What are you looking at?" Came the snarl and a failed attempt to redistribute the problem. I was ready to go but not Gene. He hadn't begun to work our horny friend. "You look like you're in a bad way is all," Gene said, always the businessman, but it still stung me to hear his ready commentary. "I know people is all. People that take care of things... like that's all. Sorry for thinking you were looking for... something like that." Gene said, leaning up one more time to look at how the poker had been pushed to one side. "What's it to you?" Came another snarl as the navy boy leaned forward to see around me and sized Gene up and saw he was a splinter of a boy and no threat at all for a six foot broad shouldered navy man, although not by much, maybe eighteen, nineteen at best was my best guess, but I was a sucker for a uniform no matter the age. "Just saying," Gene said and I said nothing at all. "Most guys want to do something they get like that is all. It's why they come up here. Most guys." Gene looked across the street at the empty windows of the Korean market. No one came or went from the café and only the occasional car passed on the main drag, hurrying up the hill. "I was at an after hours party. I met a dancer at one of the clubs. She was all over me, you know. I bought her drinks and when she got off from work she took me to this club, sat on my lap. Did this lap dance that nearly... got me off," he said, thinking painfully back on it and then realizing he was telling two kids his most intimate thoughts. "Anyway, we was at this after hours party and she disappears on me. I was working on getting her back to my motel room. I thought maybe I'd find her on the street." "Played you," Gene said flatly. "Chicks are like that. Get you all worked up and leave you hanging." "She liked me," he challenged. "She was all over it. Had her hands on it. Through my pants anyway. She wanted me to get it out but not in public. She wanted it bad." "She got what she wanted," Gene said. "You just didn't get what you wanted. I do know people that can take care of a problem like that." "You know chick? This time of morning?" He inquired halfway suspecting not. "I need a woman, you know." ...But he knew we weren't talking about woman and he was looking at Gene to see if he might do and he never stopped feeling the poker in his pants the entire time we chatted each other up. "Yeah, well, blow jobs and such aren't hard to find up here. It is the Castro. A woman can be... hard this time of day. Most of them have been out and came home with what they want. They have limited knowledge of how to give a proper BJ." "Shit," he said, shuffling his feet and watching them as they moved. "How much for this service?" "I don't know. I was thinking twenty," Gene said, looking off in the distance and sounding remote. "You look clean and needy. Twenty if fair." "Shit. I don't even want a boy on my dick. I can wait," he said, dismissing the idea with his mouth but he was squeezing himself hard and it was standing straight up in his tight navy pants. "I usually get twenty-five but being patriotic and all," Gene reasoned. "You boys are clean and cum quick." "Where?" The navy guy asked, looking up and down the street, suspicious of our willingness to oblige him. "I ain't taking no dude to my room. You got a place?" "There's no one around this time of day," Gene reassured him. "We can go across the street. Up that alley there behind the shops. There's dumpsters and stuff so there's privacy. My friend'll stand watch in case someone should come." "He's going to see?" He asked, looking at me carefully and then looking around again. "I don't know. I'm not a show pony. Aren't you a little young for this?" "You can be the judge of that," Gene said, watching the navy boy's hand clutching his goodies. Whatever were the questions, they didn't seem worth worrying about as I brought up the rear as Gene led the way. The guy had a full ass that filled up his navy pants and his shoulders were bigger than I had thought, making his waist look small. He walked in long strides, staying close behind Gene, like they were in a formation. He leaned his back against the wall and hurriedly fumbled with his zipper. Gene moved the boys shaking hands out of the way and unfastened the front of his pants and put his hands in the pants to seize his business end. The navy boys back pressed hard against the bricks as his long fingers felt the groves that held the bricks to the wall. His eyes were closed as Gene exposed his erection, feeling the extra hard well-shaped cock, holding the balls with one hand as the other moved slowly up and down on it. Squatting down and freeing his own cock from its confines, Gene pulled on both solid member, spitting in one hand and sliding it down into the boys bushy blond pubes. Feeling the hairy balls as he leaned his face right up to the business end, kissing the tip fondly and without reservation. Even from twenty feet away, I heard the soft moan of pleasure escape the navy boy as his lips parted ever so slightly, and just then I heard a car turn into the driveway, fifty feet away as Gene's lips slipped gently over the head. "Car!" I shouted and navy boy jerked to attention and Gene stood, forcing his own iron dick back into his pants. "Act like we're dumpster diving," Gene advised, leaning over the side of the dumpster to look in. Just as the car appeared, navy boy gave up on hitching his pants and turned to help Gene look into the dumpster as the car passed, continuing up the alley at a crawl, parking behind a business some distance away. "He's parking at the other end of the alley and going in a shop," I advised. The navy boy wanted to get back to it immediately. His erection was immediately swinging in the air as he looked at me looking at it. He then watched Gene turn and look it and him over, not seeming particularly anxious to get back to work on his problem. "Come on, man. Before someone else comes. I'm really hard up," the worried boy said. "Money, man. We don't finish until we are paid up. I believe we argreed on twenty, unless you are unhappy with the service." Quickly reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a wad of bill, he peeled off a twenty and jammed the roll back. Gene grabbed the bill and shoved it way down in his pocket, unzipping his pants, he removed his familiar half hard red dick. "Fuck!" The navy boy said, being amazed by the oversized cock. "Fuck." He had paid no attention to anything but Gene's mouth before. "Go ahead and touch it," Gene ordered, sensing the interest. "I'll suck you after you feel me for a minute. I'm losing interest in this one way street." "What?" The navy boy said, aghast at the suggestion, but almost at the same time he lost his inhabition and wrapped his fingers around the boy meat. "Fuck!" Gene leaned his chest against the other boy and felt his cock as their faces touched sensually. Both of them kept their hands busily working up and down on the other's excitement. I was surprised when Gene's client didn't drop the hot cock PDQ. "Okay, okay, let's don't make a production out of it," Gene growled, pushing himself away from his employer, letting go of his dick and seizing his own back, pulling vigorously on it as he stood, hips thrust forward, hammering away on himself as we all watched. "Fuck! How big is it?" "Hard to say. Ten. Maybe more if I'm getting fucked by the right guy," Gene said immodestly. "For the right price it's very big." "I give you twenty. Fuck I don't pay more an twenty for a bitch fuck," the novice bargained as his cock twitched in the morning air as it stood firmly up at a forty five degree angle, waiting for service to resume. His mind was filled with lust and craving, but for what he simply was too naïve to know. "Yeah you did, and I ain't no bitch and time's a wasting." Gene kneeled in front of him and licked his power stick from tip to nuts, and then sucking them one at a time, together, and then licking all around as navy boy finished unhitching and dropping his drawers and then shoving them to his ankles in one motion, spreading his legs to give Gene more access. Seeing him half-naked was startling. His thighs were thick and muscular and covered in the same blond hair that surrounded his dick. His ass was white and tight and dimpled deep. Gene's tongue snaked up behind the boy's balls, forcing the recipient's head to turn skyward. His face became pinched in a tight ecstasy from the telltale travels of the talented tongue as he fought off the orgasm that was obviously close at hand. He steadied himself under the assault and he was shaking even more as Gene's tongue darted deeply enough that I knew it had to be brushing the other boy's very soul. The soft moans burst into a single cry of ecstasy that startled both of them. Gene was taking him some place he had never been and for twenty bucks I thought it was a bit much. I was sure I could have gotten him to pop in a minute or two as horny as he was, but Gene had bigger ideas. "Turn around," Gene ordered. "Bend over. Let's see what kind of man you really are." Now I knew Gene and the thought of him trying to fuck this guy was not reasonable. I had seen him fuck but he much preferred the bottom to the top and so there had to he another reason for the repositioning, but that guy didn't know it and he turned on a dime, wanting more of whatever Gene had to give. "Ugh! Ah! Oh man," he said, as he leaned forward and Gene's mouth invaded the iron cheeks that seemed chiseled into his flesh. "Oh fuck!" His objections were less than convincing and the more Gene licked the further he leaned, until the cheeks were wide open for anything. His face was flush against the bricks and it moved on the rough surface as Gene's face moved inside his cleavage. I watched Gene's tongue licking and flicking and diving deep as the ass moved in conjunction with the motion of the mouth. Gene was now leaning way forward for the maximum leverage as he stayed on the navy boy's hot spot forever. The licking noise was only topped by the noise the boy made as Gene gave him all he had. Gene stood behind him and his iron maiden became slick with his own spit from the spot where he'd left so much of it. Twice and three times Gene pushed himself up the solid crack, being on his tiptoes as he molded his body to the bent over navy boy, reaching around him to seize his penis as he continued using his crack for fun. "Oh man," he gasped, "You got to quit or I'll lose it. Please!" He didn't move. Whatever Gene was going to do, he was going to let him, but he was now dangerously close to the end of the game. I don't think he was ready for it to stop but he was sure that his body was about to betray him and thus interfere with the time of his life. Navy boy was way more naïve than I had considered anyone that age was. Gene pulled himself off the boy's back and stooped to push his face back into the overheated crack, flicking the tongue at only one spot. "Man I'm going to put it all over my hand and this wall in a minute." Came the boy's plea for assistance. "Okay, turn around," Gene said as though he was disappointed in his inability to last longer than that. Now he watched every move Gene made as he came forward off his heels to put his mouth on the tip of his dick. "It's right there. You better be careful. That stuff you were doing really had me going. How do you know that stuff," he nervously spoke, watching his dick disappearing between Gene's ample wet lips. The words were gasped out in jagged waves as Gene slowly inched his way down to the wiry blond pubes. "Its... I'm not... Oh shit!" The sounds were an advertisement for the happy libido and his hips suddenly jerked in tight uncontrollable response to the hot liquid that he was issuing at the time. The moans became a whimper and his muscles tighted so much that I thought they might burst but then he started to relax once the deed was done. Gene was a trooper, staying on him until he was long ago done and the dick in his lips was soft and only a mere morsel for him to suck. He let loose of his prize and leaned back on his heels, using the palm of his hand to wipe the liquid from the tip of his own dick before putting it away. Navy boy had leaned back on the wall and watched his benefactor through glassy eyes. He was half-naked, completely spent, and without a care in his world. "Fuck!" He said, weakly reaching for his pants. "That was incredible. Where'd you learn that stuff? I've never... not very often... cum like that." "Your dancer wouldn't have done that good," Gene bragged as navy boy was putting himself away. "Yeah, I guess," he said, when he was done and put back together. Only then did he consider the deed that was just done with predictable results. "I got a go. Thanks and all that," he said, heading toward me but looking back at Gene. He passed me in a hurry and purposely avoided the eyes that had seen it all. "Hey, didn't you forget something?" Gene yelled after him as he was about to escape the alley. "What?" He said, turning toward Gene, but he couldn't wait to get away from us, and he continued moving backward in his need to get somewhere else now that he had been where he needed to go. "You dropped something," Gene said, leaning forward off his heels and picking up the green wad of money that had fallen from the hungry boy's pocket, during their mating dance. "Fuck!" He said, amazed that he had been so careless and more amazed that Gene was not going to take him for everything he had. "Man, you could have kept it. That's all I got too." "That bitch would have and she wouldn't have given you nearly what I gave you," Gene said without doubt. "It was more an twenty's worth, you know." "Damn, you," the navy boy said, putting his hand out and helping Gene up and looking him over. "Damn you anyway. Why do you have to be nice. I can't do this shit. I've always gone with girls. I don't go with boys. I don't like boys. Damn you anyway!" "Yeah, how about breakfast since I could have the whole damn thing if I hadn't liked you." "Damn you. Who are you? I can't hang around with...." "Hey, we aren't hanging around. You're buying us breakfast. A reward you might say. I did treat you good. I didn't keep the money." "Damn you did. Damn if you didn't. How does a kid know to do that stuff?" "I look at the guy and I know is all," Gene said. "You knew I'd go for that?" "Sure." "I didn't know I would. Damn that was something. I ain't never nearly cum without being on my dick... or having someone on it. A chick I mean." "There's lots of other stuff you'd like. Lots," Gene said confidently as we walked. "I didn't want to freak you out." "Damn you. You want me to buy more, right. I knew something was up with you being nice." "You don't got to buy nothing. I'm cool. I'd show you for nothing. Anything you'd like on account I like you." "Damn you," he said as we walked together, me on one side and Gene glued to the other as they stared at each other. Well, the guy could cuss and did in most sentences. I guess it was a navy thing. We ended up back at the café with him still exclaiming his disbelief that someone like Gene would do what Gene had done, and he was totally impressed, but cautious as well, and he even felt a bit guilty for his sins but Gene wouldn't tolerate that. "Where you from?" Gene said, sitting with his back to the window and his bare feet up on the seat as we sat facing him. "And what's your name anyway. Navy boy is a bit much after all we meant to each other." "Harlin from Kentucky. Up near Louisville. Bowling Green." "You're a long way from home, Harlin from Kentucky." "Tell me about it. This is another world. Doing it in alleys. Weirds me out." "So how often do you come to town to get you wick dipped?" "My what what?" Harlin asked. "Get your dick sucked. Get laid. Get lucky, you know." "Oh, I come in with some friends a few times before this. We're over at Alameda on account that's where they keep the boats." "Where are your friends?" Gene asked, watching the waitress preparing our meals. "No, don't even think they'd go for that. They get all the girls. I figure, if I come alone I'd get me one for myself this time. They're pretty forward and I'm a country boy at heart. Not much of this back in Kentucky and you dally with a girl you better be ready to marry her." "So you and your buddies share chicks?" Gene inquired, becoming more curious about his new friend. "Some we do. We got blowed by a few. Everyone sees. The guys I mean. It's a bit distracting, you know. Then I never get first when we find one who screws. Not like I mind going after someone else, only I'd like to go first once." "So where do you go to get all this action?" "Clubs. They have places. They'll do it in the back. We take turns when we find one that will." "Any of them give you what I give you?" "Fuck no. I never had nothing like that. I never thought of doing it with a... with no... a fuckin' dude, you know. I mean you can get fucking kilt back home for that shit." "You're in San Francisco and there's lots more where that came from, Harlin. You might should let me have another crack at you." "I only got a hundred and some left. I got to eat. Pay a room. Won't leave me much," Harlin lamented as he reached for his cash. "How much?" "Well, we can work a deal. My friend and I need a shower and we could use a bed. If you feed us I'll give you all you want. What we just did, other stuff. You can even fuck me." Harlin's eyes narrowed in tightly on Gene. He looked down at his cash and his mind was working the proposition over as the waitress served us and took a ten off the top as we sat silently by. "Otherwise it's twenty a pop and you'll run out quick. You can usually find me around here if you strike out with the ladies again." "Shit, I blew two hundred last night on her. I came up empty and my dick's hard again. I never done this shit before." "You didn't like it?" Gene asked, and we all knew the answer to that one. "It's your money and your time. I'm just trying to make it easy for you to have a little more of what I gave you. You know what I got to offer. It's either that or your fantasies and your hand if that's all you got left." "Tell me about it. The motel doesn't even have dirty movies for that." Harlin was ready for more of the same and Gene was Gene and always ready to rock and roll. We finished eating and went straight to the motel. Harlin Cross decided he wanted an education in the things Gene offered to teach him and after that there were no more conversations about him being from Kentucky and never thinking of doing something with a guy. There was only one bed in the room and as soon as the door was closed, Gene sat on it and unzipped Harlin's pants. He removed the stiffening cock and immediately went to work on it as Harlin stood still for it, not objecting or saying anything as he watched until he came. Then Harlin needed the bed to catch his breath and Gene said we needed to get cleaned up. Gene and I both showered and then it was Harlin's turn, but he didn't undress until he closed the bathroom door. Gene thought that was funny since he'd pretty much seen it all one part at a time. I dozed on the bed while the shower ran and remembered another motel room full of boys and how that had ended up. When he came out he had this big broad chest with quarter sized nipples that didn't raise much off his puffy pecs. There were gobs of blond hair running down below his belly button into his briefs and only a dusting on his flat white stomach. He rummaged in his bag and came up with a pair of shorts and pulled them on as Gene and I lay on the bed watching this muscular stud. "What?" He asked, and Gene opened his towel sensually and started jerking himself off ever so slowly as he stared at Harlin's crotch. "What?" Harlin said, his eyes glued to Gene's hand. "You don't need no shorts, good looking," Gene said with a growl from his throat. In a minute we were all naked in the bed together and I was surprised when Harlin's hand slid up between my legs, after Gene had started sucking his dick again. I was busy feeling Harlin's back and chest at the time, hoping there would be no objection. But instead it ended up with him pushing my cock in his crack where it met Gene's fingers that were already working there. They kissed loud and moaned louder as Gene used his fingers to position my pecker at Harlin's pucker, which might have troubled me some if it hadn't been for Harlin's hand holding my cock steady as she goes and this was enough to get my attention off his handsome chest. Then there was Gene's mouth, licking the tip of my dick before eating his hole, making him squirm as he jerked me off, and held Gene's face on his hole, while moaning loud while being wedged between two boys. I considered that he might never have thought of such a thing before, but he had taken to it like a duck takes to water, and who was I to argue with that? I had been on the sidelines, watching all the fun, and being a little jealous of one of them, although I wasn't quite sure of which one. Now I was more than eager to enter the fray if Gene would only move his mouth for a second, but Harlin held it firmly in place as he wiggled and whimpered in the bed. ***** For more stories, email me at: quillswritersrealm@yahoo.com Visit my website: www.writersrealm.net