Date: Wed, 1 Oct 2003 10:50:15 -0700 (PDT) From: Rick Beck Subject: BJJ/My15thYear -- Chapter 24 Billie Joe's Journal/My 15th Year Chapter 24 Total Naval Capitulation Harlin went out for food and came back with a bag full of burgers and Sodas. He now wore a white T-shirt that pulled tightly against his narrow chest. He liked more like one of us than a military man. His lips were lusciously red now and I thought anyone who looked at his mouth knew he'd been sucking dick. His cheeks had a rosy color that had his green eyes looking made up with their blondish lashes fluttering each time he stared at Gene. We all gobbled our food like we hadn't eaten in a week. I was surprised there was enough, but there was and Harlin was generous if not respectful of my love for Gene. I dosed on the bed watching television with Gene beside me, snoring. I fell asleep, while not cuddling up to Gene because Harlin kept staring at us. When I awoke, Gene was naked on the floor, between Harlin's legs. He still sat dressed in his T-shirt and faded jeans with his modest dick pertruding from his pants but it had disappeared into Gene's throat as Harlin watched himself get blown. "God, Gene, I've never cum so much. You got talent boy." Gene refused to relinquish his advantage as Harlin's hands rested on the side of his face and Harlin face took on a blissful glow as he leaned his head back on the chair until his body started shaking and twitching as his chest heaved and he whimpered. Once again Gene was the trooper, nursing the dick until it had lost all claims to glory. When he spit it out it was just a red pulpy hanging piece of flesh. Harlin sat up panting and staring down at Gene with love in his eyes. It was kind of sickening to see but Gene stared back and I was just the audience for these two lovebirds. I'd seen Gene with a lot of people before he was ever with me and it was beginning to dawn on me that the boy I had attached myself to was a desired commodity that was always ready to perform. Gene stood up, which had his dick wagging back and forth. His skinny body looked almost comical when compared to the significant meat that was fully erect and as thick as his wrist but not quite as long as his forearm. He stared at Harlin's mouth as Harlin stared at the man meat he was faced with. "Give me a minute, will you," Harlin gasped as his face came ever closer to Gene's cockhead. "I just cum." As soon as the words slipped through his lips he was going down on Gene, feeling his ass as his mouth stretched around the bone of love he wanted more than he wanted to rest up. Harlin may have had little experience with boys but he had no difficulty making up for lost time. Soon Gene was laid flat on his back with Harlin sucking as much of the thick dick as his not so thick mouth allowed. Gene lay still with his head flat on the floor and turned to one side as he watched his moderate sized attendant wrestle with his man sized meat but Harlin did care if we were watching him. What he cared about was the dick he held with his lips and he was undergoing a transformation before my very eyes. He felt Gene's prodigious balls, up between his legs, his chest and belly while frantically going down on his lust limb, getting quite a bit in his inadequate mouth. "You're biting the hell out of me you know," Gene mused after Harlin got the top third lodged past his lips. Harlin looked helpless but was unwilling to give up what he had gobbled up. Instead of looking at Gene he closed his eyes and held his ground while feeling the smooth silky balls of the boy below him, using both hands and looking a bit like a small bird trying to eat a very big worm. "Stick a finger in my asshole," Gene said intimately. "Two if you can spare them." Gene raised his legs, bending his knees so Harlin could stay between them, and yet he wanted to expose the spot he wanted to be stimulated next. Harlin's fingers found their way between his happy meal's legs, causing Gene to wince when first entry was made. They both seemed determined to finish what they had started. "You're going to get what you're after in a second," Gene said, after being violated by any number of Harlin's fumbling fingers. Gene was still watching him closely and seemed pleased by the admirable effort being made by the novice cocksucker. I too had to give him credit for going after what he knew he wanted, even though he wasn't certain why. I wanted to dislike him for liking Gene but he wasn't the one behind the maneuvers and I knew that. I still felt twinges of envy and lust as I watched them together. Harlin's eyes opened wide as he continued looking helpless to stop what the two of them had put into motion, even with a discharge imminent and with Gene moaning softly, raising his hips, and now holding onto the back of Harlin's head. "Suck it," came Gene's husky order. "Suck my big cock. Eat my cum." He sounded mean and in charge and he was giving this navy boy his orders and there was no mutiny in our motel room. I saw the alarm on Harlin's face when Gene started cuming. Gene did everything in a big way, so I knew Harlin was getting a mouthful. Then his eyes pinched shut as he was trying to swallow and then they opened every bit as wide again as Gene pulled him firmly down on the erupting member as his body was jolted with spasms of joy. He slowly moved his hand from the back of Harlin's head down to the front of his T-shirt, feeling his firm chest as his dick started to shrink a little so that Harlin's jaws were no longer straining to contain him. Once Gene was relaxing, Harlin started to come off of him. When he retrieved his fingers and finally spit out the dick, Gene was already holding Harlin's erection in his fist while Harlin leaned back on his heels, watching the strange hand on him. "I'm almost raw," he said softly to Gene, making no attempt to get his erection back into his pants. "Get undressed. I want you to fuck me," Gene ordered. "Gene!" "Undress," Gene said softly to the helpless lad. "I'll fuck you then." "No fucking way, dude. I might have once thought of it but no way you're putting that thing up my ass." "The way I see it you only got two options. You choose." "I'll fuck you then," Harlin reasoned. "What's the problem then. It's what I asked you to do in the first place." I could see the confusion on Harlin's face. I even understood it as Gene went about helping him undress, while keeping a hold of his erection so it couldn't get lost. They crawled up on the bed both naked now, except for Harlin's socks. What was it about socks. I'd seen several guys wearing their socks while being buck naked otherwise while in a search for love. In no time Gene was facilitating Harlin's entry and the navy boy's butt was quickly humping away on Gene's talented bottom. I could see the sweat running down Harlin's smooth back as the huffing and puffing grew even louder. "Fuck him," Billie Joe. "That's why I brung him over here for you." "Yeah, right, Gene. You're all heart," I said sarcastically. "No, I'm all dick and asshole, but you never complained before," Gene retorted. "There was never anyone between us before." "Just fuck him and quit complaining." I noticed that Harlin's enthusiasm for Gene's hole had lessened. His butt was hard and tight with tiny blond hairs in the crack. I first rubbed my dick in it, which made him wince and stop completely his screwing of Gene. I used one hand to get a clear shot at his light tan tail hole. Pushing hard to make sure he knew I was there. I broke through almost too quickly, nearly losing my load from the pleasure of his hot silky channel of love. Harlin winced and moaned and was motionless during entry, but he hadn't complained about the plan or its implementation. It was my turn to lie still, not wanting to blow a good thing as I reveled in the tight hold his hole had on me. It was he who broke the stalemate and started his slow humping of my one time lover. His motions threatened to dislodge me from his hole and I thought possibly, this was his plan. In a sudden lunge I claimed back all the ground that had been lost, sinking myself as deeply as I could go and getting a moan for my effort. For some reason I enjoyed punished his hole. The harder I fucked him the better I felt about it all. It only took me a minute to lose track of just what I was doing but I lost none of my enthusiasm for the doing of it. Every once in a while Harlin stopped moving, but I never did, continuing my assault on his butt as I held onto his hard arms and strong shoulders. I'd teach him to take my lover from me, I thought, as he stayed still while I worked frantically on his hole. "Gaw'd Billie Joe, you're going to make me cum again," Harlin moaned in gasps. "I should a been born a bitch for sure. Fuck me. Fuck me hard!" Harlin's invocation totally pissed off. It wasn't what I wanted from him and yet it was what it was. I suppose my motives were less than honorable and the fact he missed the point made my arousal no less intense, and so I finished what I started, loading his hole full of all there was I had to give. "Oh, yeah!" he said. "Oh, yeah, Billie Joe. Harder." When I finished fucking him I could feel him fucking Gene again, and then his hole started to twitch on my dick. I almost got hard again but then I thought of him fucking Gene and I just got pissed off again. "Oh yeah!" Harlin said softly. "Oh yeah. That's so sweet. So sweet." Harlin's twitching stopped and the bed fell silent. I woke up with my arms around Harlin and my face on his chest. Then I woke up with Gene's arms around me and his face on my chest, and I felt better for some reason. Harlin treated us like royalty and we treated him like a trick. He never complained, rising to the occasion almost every time Gene or I were in the mood to get him going again. He called and extended his time away from the navy by a day, saying he was too sick to get back on time. We spent the entire day and that night in bed and we'd turned Harlin into a sexual animal. He confessed he had more sex with the two of us than he had in his entire life, not including jerking off. I felt bad when Harlin left. We did get the room for one more night and then we were back on the street. He left us with all the money he had left, but after keeping the room and feeding us, it was a few bucks and that was gone after one meal. We went up near the diner once we were out of the motel. The heads bobbed up and down as we walked among the hordes of people. I thought, it had to be the weekend. I stopped at a news rack and saw it was Friday. No one stopped to look at me or to talk to me any longer. My first night out there, I turned half the heads on the block. I looked into the window at my image. My face seemed more narrow and my eyes stared an empty stare back as I studied my image, trying to remember who I was before. My clothes hung on me, although they weren't mine. We had eaten and rested for days and yet it wasn't enough for me to recover completely from our time on the run. I wondered if I could ever be Billie Joe again. For the first time I saw what I had given up so that I could be free. My constant desire for companionship had me engaged in sex much of the time and with people I hardly knew. I relied on one and then another and no one lasted long on the street. Was this the life I was destined to lead? Would I forever live here and then die well before my time? We slept around the corner in the doorway of a long ago dead apartment building, just out of reach of the Castro and the constant search for more. We saw no one we knew for two days and didn't eat again, although we'd made the best of it while Harlin was feeding us. He was such an innocent, going back to the world of uniforms and salutes, where his needs wouldn't and couldn't be addressed. I missed Harlin, his boyish smile, his curiosity, his clean-cut innocence that reminded me of myself before I'd given up my life. He told us stories about all his failed attempts at finding love before and how finding us had renewed his confidence. When Gene told him what a stud he was, Harlin ate it up, not to mention Gene, but it was true. Harlin was keeping up with both of us for a time and I made sure we got him separately just so he had to keep going, even when he said he couldn't, he always did. Once Harlin got hard, he was putty in our hands. He'd heal up in time but he'd remember us. "I'm starving," Gene said, waking me from visions of burgers and Harlin's sweet smile. He leaned on one arm and half looked at me and the world just beyond our reach. "What do we do?" I asked. "Hope I get work today," he said. "Work?" "Picked up. Hustle someone. Steal something. Hell, go to jail. At least they got food. Tomorrow I'll smell too bad to attract anyone nice. It's three days between me and my last shower." "Nah, I'm dead meat if the cops get me. Even as bad as I look, they'll know me from those posters." "Yeah, you can lie about your name. Those posters don't even look like you any more, Billie. You worry too much." There were no longer posters on every block, advertising for me, or for the kid I once was. They were still out there and every time I saw one I cringed. We'd been back on the street for days and no one had given me a second look. Maybe they didn't want to find me any more, and then there was another poster on another pole or storefront. Anyone with information concerning the whereabouts of Billie Joe Walker Jr. will be eligible for a reward. Gene came and pulled me out of the window that I was staring into, while doing my daydreaming. "What's wrong with you? You look like you saw a ghost or something. Smile will you? No one will get near us if you keep that expression on your face. Smile at the cars. Someone will pick us up. Some old guys don't mind dirty so much. I'll give it up for a burger at this point." The man was big. Actually he was fat. He wore a thick gold necklace and reeked of money as his gold Lexus eased toward the curb with his head turned, straining to get a better look. Gene saw his necklace too, and his eyes lit up, as he bent to look into the car. "I could pawn that sucker and it would feed us for a week," he said just to me, all the time smiling real big as he moved to the open window of the car. Gene waved me over to the car after a quick negotiation. "Both of you. Thirty." "No. Just me. Twenty bucks. He has to go. He's my cousin from out of town and he doesn't do that kind of stuff. I can't leave him out here." "Your cousin ever bathe? You don't look like cousins. What's he? Seventeen, eighteen?" "Yeah. Don't worry about him. He's cool, just sheltered. I got more than you can handle anyway, pop. You won't need him once you get a hold of mine." "More lip anyway," the man said, considering us as he sorted through Gene's bullshit. Gene drew his hands together down his leg so that his pants molded to his dick. The guys mouth was watering as he couldn't take his eyes off of Gene's extra leg. You could see the hunger suddenly come to his face. "Get in." The door opened without further discussion needed. Gene scooted into the middle as I sat near the window. The man's hand immediately went for Gene's dick just after he looked around to see if we were being watched. We drove up a block and turned toward Golden Gate Park. The man's hand stayed in Gene's lap while Gene was leaning back against the seat to give the fat hand easy access. His breathing change somewhat and Gene's hand closed on my arm. The man alternated between looking at the street and looking at Gene's now swollen crotch. Gene worked hard to make sure the man stayed hooked. "Damn, you weren't lying. This will requires more time to appreciate what you have to offer than I thought. You can come home with me so we can clean you up. I'll give you forty and a warm bed for tonight. You do have a fragrance about you," he said, squeezing Gene's dick hard as it snaked down his leg. "I told you I can't leave my cousin." "He looks harmless. I don't like quickies and I don't mind paying for the real deal. We can all get along. I'll agree to any terms you like." "Fifty for an all nighter then," Gene bargained, thrusting his hips at the man's hand. "Fifty!" The man squealed. "I'm going to feed you up. Give you a place to sleep. Gene tenderly put his hand on top of the old man's hand, pressing it down on his dick as he raised his hips in a most sensual grinding motion that the fat hand was powerless to resist. "Fifty sounds fair," the man said, swallowing hard and staring out the windshield so he didn't run over a curb or something. "I know prime beef when I hold it." "We'll all fit in my bed. King size." "No!" I said. "I don't sleep with no one but Gene." "He's scared of that stuff. He's never done anything. I can't leave him alone for long. We can do what you like, but I got to be with my cousin to sleep. That's the deal. Better decide now, before we get any further from the Castro." "Yes, we can live within those perimeters and you can sleep in the guest room with him. I'll still give you fifty and breakfast before I set you out." "We're hungry now," Gene objected. "Don't worry, my young friend, I'll make sure you are well nourished before we conduct our other business." "It's the best deal we're going to get, Billie," Gene said, as the man continued kneading the thick flesh inside the pant leg. "Okay. Guest room. Gene sleeps with me." "Your cousin or your agent," the man said, leaning to get a better look at me. "He in love with you, Gene? Doesn't sound like a cousin's concerns." "We're kissing cousins," Gene said, leaning to brush his lips on mine in a most exciting way. "Could be fun watching you two go to town." "No!" I objected strenuously. "We stick together. We watch each other's back. Of course we love each other. We're cousins," Gene explained. "I can understand that. Young boys need to look out for each other. Once we finish up, it's okay. You can sleep together and protect him. It's only a queen sized bed but I have a feeling you two would do fine in a single." quillswritersrealm@yahoo.com www.writersrealm.net My book: Antiques & Homicide/Homocide Available at Amazon or through my website Or by sending $18.00 for a signed copy at: Rick Beck P.O. Box 5749 Navarre, FL 32566 In San Diego it is available at Obelisk Book Store. You can request it through your local gay book seller.