Date: Mon, 13 Aug 2007 07:36:44 -0500
From: J.J. <jjjanicki@gmail.com>
Subject: Getting Kicked Out of the House-Part 3

The following is a work of erotic fiction involving underage boys. At
least I'm HOPING it turns out to be erotic, but at any rate, if reading
this is illegal in your present place of residence, then you should exit
immediately. And of course if you find the subject matter to be
offensive... well then you've already stopped reading, right?

Well, whatever.

Oh, and further more..

I wrote most of this back in 1988, when I was 14. Although inspired by
actual events, quite a bit is pure fantasy. Which would make roughly
between 5% and 94% of it true. And that's as specific as I'm ever going
to get about it. And that takes care of all that for now. So anyway...


In my previous installment, my affair with Timothy Leary McViddy has come
to an abrupt end. I am returned home. Only THIS time my father says he's
washing his hands of me. Which was my long-range goal anyway, I just
hadn't made any plans for it happening at that very moment.


               Getting Kicked Out Of The House- Part 3
               (And Into the Frying Pan) (They Think)


The situation I found myself in was REALLY unpleasant, so I'll briefly
summarize. That's generally what I do with unpleasantries anyway. So OK.

I was told to pack my stuff. But I was not to just GET, no, I would be
staying in the guest room for awhile, not in MY room. Soo... so much for
my just going out the window once I was sure everybody was asleep.
Because the guest room's down in the basement. No windows and only one
way out; that being up the stairs into the kitchen, but unfortunately,
the door locks from outside. And I was locked in. But as it turned out,
only for a few hours.

About four that morning I was woke up and before I knew it, I found
myself being hustled up the stairs by this big old dude I'd never seen
before. No explanation, NOTHING, beyond "Let's go." Sucker HAD to weigh
near 400. So out the door to his van we went. It belonged to Brother
Billy Bob Conard's Home For Wayward Youth, located in Yabbadabbado,
Mississippi. This did not look good.

Big Boy never did get around to introducing himself, but unfortunately
he was talkative. His voice grated like the proverbial fingernail being
scraped across a chalkboard. Said he'd heard I liked getting it up my
ass. Wondered if I liked sucking dick. With a leer said I'd probably be
getting my fill of all that at my new home. Yes sirree, I was gonna be in
for some right serious attitude adjustment, that much he could assure me
of. That sort of thing. And it went on and on and ON. And he kept looking
at me. Well, I was sitting up front with him. So he could keep an eye on
me. And he did do THAT. I mean, I felt a bit underdressed. Because all I
had on was my gym shorts and my shoes. I SLEEP in my gym shorts (no
undies, no shirt), but he at least was kind enough to give me time to put
on my shoes before hustling me out the door. I realize that previous
installements may have given you the impression that I'm a bit of an
exhibitionist, but really I'm not. Well OK, maybe I'm an exhibitionist
who doesn't want to be seen actually doing it. So I guess that makes me a
closet exhibitionist.

Of course I didn't say anymore than I absolutely had to. Well, you know
how it is. But when I had to pee, I did mention that. Only it turned out
we weren't stopping, I could just use the pee bottle. I'm real shy about
peeing in front of strangers, but eventually I HAD to, so I pulled it out
a little ways through the right leg of my gym shorts and managed to get
it out.

But we are fast approaching the end of this part of the story, as Big
Boy's carnal nature stirred up and about 100 miles past the Mississippi
state line, he decided to take me out into the woods. Which REALLY didn't
look good. I'll admit that I've entertained a great variety of fantasies,
but getting fucked in the ass by a hippopotamus ain't one of them.
Fortunately, he wasn't as smart as a hippopotumus, and he also wasn't as
fast. Hippopotumuses can manage around 30mph, Big Boy was getting winded
just walking out into the woods.

So ANYway, once we were well out of sight from the highway, he tells me
to stop. "Just wait right there, I'll be with ya in jest a jiffy" he
wheezed cheerfully and the damn fool started getting out of his pants.
YEECH! But. Big Boy had not SECURED his prisoner. His prisoner was just
standing there, waiting for him to get his pants off, then his prisoner
thought to himself, "All right, NOW!" and ZOOM, away his prisoner went
just flat hauling ass.

I zigged and I zagged and I ran like the wind until all at once I could
just barely even HEAR that fat mutherfucker, then I ducked into some
underbrush and in no time at all I was very well hid. And there I stayed.
After about ten minutes or so I heard him crashing by, huffing and
puffing, but I'd say the closest he got to my hiding place was about 50
yards or so. I was FREE!

Although of course I stayed put where I was for at least 30 minutes. Then
I stealthfully made my way to edge of the woods. I guess I sat there
watching him sitting in his van for about 20 minutes, (he looked a bit
out of sorts), then at last he drove away, I waited some more, sure
enough about 10 minutes later here he comes again, I waited some more,
about 5 minutes later he's slow-ly driving back, then FINALLY about an
hour later I guessed it was time to try my hand at thumbing.

As previously stated, I WAS a little underdressed for the occasion, but
obviously it couldn't be helped. I could only hope everything went well
and I didn't end up dead or something. But whatever happened, it seemed
better than the alternative. And I guess that ends the brief summary part
of this report.

So ANYway, I got picked up by four straights (at least I guess they were
since they didn't come on to me), but just before leaving Mississippi, I
got a GOOD ride. I never thought to ask how old he was, but if I had to
guess I'd say he was sixteen or seventeen. His name was Elvis. Not THE
Elvis he added, (just in case I was wondering), his folks had just NAMED
him Elvis. Because they were big Elvis fans. Then he asked if I thought
Elvis was still alive. You know, the REAL Elvis.

Well, he was SORT of good-looking. He didn't have a shirt on. He wasn't
fat, but he WAS kind of flabby. He had no hair on his chest. Nor did he
even have any running up towards his deeply recessed navel. He had fairly
long, greasy black hair. Like THE Elvis. I also noticed he had a lot of
bushy black hair in his armpits. And while I was still feeling a bit down
about Timothy, I had to accept that it was over and anyway, I was FREE!!
And I also had to consider my sex life. Life goes on, you know. But I
didn't come on to him, no sir, I was cool about this.

Oh, and no, I didn't think THE Elvis was still alive.

"Well I sort of think he still is" said the other Elvis.

No comment from me, so he added, "I mean they got proof."

So finally I allowed, "Well, I guess stranger things have happened."

Then we rode in silence for a minute or so, then he said, "I bet you'll
never guess where I was last week."

I shrugged.

"Well, guess" he said, so after thinking about it I ventured,
"Graceland?"

"No, Greenleaf. They put me there. You ever heard of it?"

"Yeah, I was at a place like that myself for awhile. It wasn't Greenleaf
but it was like that."

"Why'd they have you there?"

"Drugs" I said coolly. I saw no point in mentioning the suicidal and/or
self-destructive diagnosis.

Elvis went, "REALLY? You got any now?"

"No, I sure wish I did but I don't" I replied, then I wondered if it was
drugs that got him sent to Greenleaf.

"Nah, I just drank too much liquor" he said. "They had to pump my stomach
out. Shit, I didn't hardly even know where I WAS."

"Yeah, I get sick just about every time I drink ANYTHING like that" I
said.

"How old are you anyway?"

"Fourteen... And don't tell me I don't look it, because I KNOW I don't,
but I am anyway." And then I was going to ask him how old he was but I
was about to get side-tracked and as it turned out, I never got around to
it.

He said, "This guy I know got me drunk. He's a trip! They kept on trying
to get me to tell 'em who gave it to me, but I wouldn't say. Shit, if
they ever found out about it, his ass would be UNDER the damn jail! I
mean for a LONG time, but he knows I ain't gonna say anything. Good damn
thing to. Shit, they was even asking me if I'd been molested and all, and
if I wanted to, I could REALLY get him in trouble, 'cause see, he's a lot
older, but he knows I won't tell anybody. I mean if you're friends then
you're not gonna get 'em in trouble like that, know what I mean?"

I shrugged (again) and said "Yeah, I guess", and once again I felt that
crawling sensation in my groin. I didn't know WHAT he was getting at, but
it was beginning to sound interesting.

And I was pretty sure sooner or later he'd tell me because it seemed like
long moments of silence bothered him. I'd told him earlier I was trying
to get to Minneapolis, so pretty soon he wondered where I was coming
FROM. I told him LA.

He exclaimed, "LA?!! You mean Los ANG-A-LEES?"

"Yeah, sure" I said, "it's a cool place."

"I ain't ever been out there. Furtherest I ever been is Texas. You hitch
a lot?"

"Past year or so I have."

Then without so much as a pause, he asked me, "Anybody ever try to feel
you off and shit?"

"Well, that just about goes with the territory, you know?" I sort of
hoped my tone of voice wasn't betraying me, but I added, "You just gotta
know how to handle it, that's all... You know, if it's cool, it's cool,
if it's not, I just get the fuck out."

Only for a little bit after saying that I was starting to think I'd said
too much because for a change he DIDN'T have anything to say, so I was
trying to think of some way to qualify myself when he asked me, "Well,
like if I was to get us something to smoke... you know, marijuana...
well, if I was to... well then would you care if I was to... like feel
you off?"

I shrugged. Yes, again. And I said, "No, I don't guess... You're cool. So
do you know where you can get something?" (Of course he didn't HAVE to
find us anything, but it HAD been awhile, so if he COULD...)

Really, it was all I could do to keep my hands to myself. I could see his
hard-on outlined at the front of his pants. And right you are, that IS
the most logical place for it to be. Well, it didn't look like it was
going to be the biggest I'd ever seen, but I was dying to see it. I
resisted the urge, though. This time, I was going to let somebody else
worry about being thought badly about.

Elvis went, "You really don't care?"

He should've been able to surmise as much by the tent that had sprung up
in front of MY shorts, but I said, "Nah, it's cool enough. So you think
you can get something to smoke?"

Barely ten minutes later he had us a dime. Some rundown place about a
mile off the road. He told me to stay in the car and to duck down so the
guy couldn't see me because he was real paranoid. I noticed Elvis still
was very obviously aroused when he went inside and when he came back, he
still was. I have no idea what the guy inside might have thought about
that. Although it's possible that he didn't notice at all. Elvis said he
was ALWAYS wasted.

So we fired one up. I noticed his hand was shaking. Me, I was relatively
calm. It was only decently good, but then I hadn't had any in over three
months, so I caught a nice enough buzz.

Well, it wasn't much longer until he turned off the highway and started
down a dirt trail. He said, "I know a good place to park, ok?"

"Yeah, ok" I said.

"You still want to, don't you?"

"Yeah, sure" I said, and again it was all I could do to keep my hands to
myself. He was still very hard. He tentatively reached over and placed
his hand on my thigh. Soon afterwards, we were parked. In no time at all
he was rubbing between my legs. Not long after that, he'd pulled my
shorts off. But he was just playing with it and I was starting to think
all he was going to do was jerk me off. So I guessed it was time I
stopped with the passive routine. I reached over and unzipped his pants
and started messing with it. I guess it was about average, size wise.
Although it was certainly a lot bigger around than mine. He didn't have
on any underwear. He gasped, "Oh, man! That feels GOOD!"

I said, "Well I'm glad you think so. So I'm going to pull your pants off
too, OK?" He had a gorgeous bushy black bush and I think it was just
starting a little bit on his balls, but aside from a little on his
calves, that was about all there was in the secondary hair department.

"Oh, DAMN! That feels REALLY good!" he said. I was just examining the
thing in my hands, basically. Dick, balls, the whole bit. Meanwhile he
was pulling on mine at a pretty fast clip, (and seemed to be increasing
the tempo) so really, it looked like that was ALL he was going to do.
Just jerk me off.

So I said, "Hey! Time out a second, ok?"

He paused, which was something of a relief. I mean he was POUNDING on it.
About to knock my breath out. "What's the matter?" he wondered.

"Nothing" I said, then I thought about it for about second, took a deep
breath and down I went. I could tell he was surprised, but he sure didn't
try to stop me.

He did try to warn me, though. "Oh, shit! I'm just about to shoot off!"
he said.

I didn't slow down a bit.

"Really... I'm... telling you..I..  can't-" Which he sure couldn't. It
just GUSHED. So I shot off too.

But after he caught his breath, he started rubbing on me again. But he
didn't just mess around between my legs, it was like he wanted to touch
everywhere. Which I thought was pretty cool. And what was really curious
was how even though I'd just blown him, he was still asking if I MINDED
him rubbing on me.

I said, "Shit no, it feels good. I don't mind at all, as long as you
don't mind me doing the same to you", and I began investigating his
nipples.

"I haven't ever had nobody do that to me before" he said. Then he asked
again if I minded him rubbing on me. I'm serious. Well, he was rubbing
between my legs again, so maybe he figured he just ought to make sure.
But then after he messed around there for a little bit it was off to
stroking my face. So see, he wasn't following the normal routine.

"Used to, I had a buddy, he'd let me play with him. He didn't care, but
then one time I did it with somebody else. I don't know, all I wanted to
do was just look at him and touch him a little, but he told and now I
can't be around none of them" he said sadly.

He made several disjointed remarks like that, but I think he'd been
playing around with a younger kid in Birmingham which is where he'd been
living with his father. But after he got told on, his father didn't think
it was a good idea for him to be living with him anymore, so after that
sometimes Elvis would be living with his mother and then he'd be staying
with his grandmother and then he'd stay with a friend for awhile. This
was an older friend, by the way. Who also was the one who got him so
drunk he ended up at Greenleaf.

Anyway, we kept playing around with each other while he told me various
things about himself which didn't always make sense until at last I
asked, "So you want me to blow you again?"

"Yeah, I guess so" he replied, so I did and this time I gave him the
five-star job, taking time out to nibble his balls, licking between his
legs a bit; which drove him absolutely wild; gave the soft spongy head of
his penis a good workout, tongued his slit, then without warning, all the
way down to his bush; that sort of thing, and this time it lasted a LOT
longer, but finally he popped again and then after we caught our breath
he went, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Guess so" I said, so then he went, "Well, don't take this the wrong way,
but are you a queer?"

"Well of course I am" I replied.

He seemed amazed. He said, "You're serious, aren't you?"

"Yeah" I said, "Why? Does that bother you?"

"No, I don't guess so... I mean I wouldn't call anybody a queer, but I
think you're... well, I don't know... I mean you're not old enough, you
know what I'm saying?"

Tactfully I answered, "No, not exactly. How old you think you have to be
anyway?"

"Oh, I don't know... but you're too nice is what I mean."

"Shit! What makes you think I'm NICE?"

"Well, you look nice."

"Thank you" I said. "So you don't care?"

"No, I don't guess so" he said. Which I sort of figured, seeing as how he
hadn't stopped messing with me. Right then he was rubbing my chest with a
soothing circular motion. He seemed to be deep in thought. I was resting,
myself.

Finally he asked, "So if I tell you something about somebody, will you
promise not to tell anybody I told you about it?"

"Nobody I know TO tell" I said, "so sure, I promise."

"Well, Terry, that guy I stay with sometimes who got me drunk?... I think
maybe he's a queer too."

"Oh? Why's that?"

"You promise not to say anything about it?"

"I SWEAR I won't."

"Well... ok. You know that night he got me real drunk? Well, just before
I got sick, I went to sleep? And I woke up and my pants were down and
Terry was laying on top of me and he didn't have any clothes on either.
...I was going to push him off of me, but then I went back to sleep."

"He was on top of you? Like how do you mean?... I mean if you don't mind
telling me."

"He was on my hinny."

"Oh. Well, yeah, it sounds like he's probably queer then" I said wisely.
"So what did he do?"

"Well, I woke up and he was asleep beside me. ... And he still was naked.
But I wasn't. But I'm just about SURE my pants were down before and I
don't THINK I pulled them down like that either. But anyway, I just left,
that's all. But I got sick and passed out and then next thing I remember
I was at the hospital and some guy was asking me a bunch of questions
like who got me drunk but I wouldn't tell 'em; well, I said I found it,
and then a little bit later he told me they found some shoot-off stuff on
my hinny and then he wanted to know what happened."

"Oh... Oh boy."

"What do YOU think happened? You got any ideas?"

"Well, um... well, did your hole hurt?"

"No, why?"

"Well, sometimes they stick it up the other guy's hole, but then if it
didn't hurt any, maybe he didn't. And anyway, those guys who checked you
out probably would have been able to tell. But sometimes they just slide
their dick up and down your crack, that's all." I took a deep breath, and
then added, "Umm, I'll check if you want me to."

"Well, ok, but how?" Elvis wondered.

"Well, just roll over on your stomach sort of, so I can see, ok?"

He had a nice fat ass. very white, actually, and it contrasted nicely
with his tan. So I started tracing my finger up and down his crevice,
which was fairly deep. And I reveled in the soft snuggness.

"Yeah" I said in a professional-like tone, that's probably all he did,
just moved up and down between your cheeks here, that's all."

At that point, Elvis rolled over and resummed his seat. I almost got my
hand caught. And he said, "Well, still don't say anything about it to
anybody because Terry's my friend, ok?"

So I said I wouldn't. I was only slightly disappointed by his rolling
back over, because I really don't know how far I would've ventured
anyway. But I WAS going to demonstrate how his hole was an erogenous
zone. I figured he might as well know about it, that's all.

Then all at once Elvis went, "Hey! I got an idea, ok? You want to spend
the night with me tonight?"

I asked, "What? At that Terry guy's place?"

"No, he probably wouldn't like it if I brought you over. We can stay at
my granny's though. She won't care. You want to?"

"I don't know" I said doubtfully.

"Oh, come on. It's ok. We'll stay in the back room. Nobody'll bother us.
So you want to?"

"Well, I am a little sleepy" I allowed. It was by then getting dark, and
by the time we arrived at his granny's it was completely.

His granny dipped snuff, appeared to be about eighty and didn't have much
to say beyond if we were hungry Elvis knew where everything was. So I
guessed it was cool enough. We ate some, (actually I INHALLED mine),
watched TV for awhile and then headed back to the room he slept in. There
was one big old fashioned bed. He pulled his pants off and didn't bother
hunting up any underwear so I though about it, then pulled my gym shorts
off and climbed in beside him. I had to think about it because of us
being at his granny's house. But really, I thought it was kind of nice us
snuggled up together like that. I'm pretty sure he wanted to play around
some more, but I was sleepy, so finally I told him if it was all right
with him, I just wanted to go to sleep, TOMORROW we'd do some more stuff.

Which we did. It was very nice waking up with his stiff penis poking me
in my side. And no doubt HE thought it was very nice being awakened by
someone sucking him off. I sure wish I could have a wet dream on that
subject. That would really be cool.

But anyway. After all that was over and we ate breakfast, he asked me if
I wanted to go to the lake with him.

So I said, "Sure why not?" He was pulling on a pair of swimming trunks
(which he wore under his pants) so I guessed we were going swimming. Only
after we smoked one he drove down the street a few houses, then he
stopped and said he'd be right back, a friend of his was going with us.
So I figured it was going to be that Terry guy, only it wasn't, it was a
kid about my age. His name was Mark. His folks had a lot at a nearby lake
and him and Elvis had a tent set up out there.

Mark was a skinny kid with long blonde hair. He was about four inches
taller than I was. He was wearing white sweats, no shirt and was lugging
a bunch of FISHING equipment. (I LOATHE fishing. I'm sorry, but I just
don't have the patience.)

As he was getting in he said, "Well, it sure took you long enough. I was
about to call up Johnny and just go with him."

Elvis apologetically mumbled something about having to do something for
his granny before he could leave the house.

Sharply Mark shot back, "So why didn't you call and let me know what was
going on then? Couldn't you at least do that much?"

"I didn't think of it" said Elvis meekly.

"That's because you're a dumb ass" said Mark. He kept on bitching like
that for a good ten minutes, but finally was placated when Elvis
mentioned he had about a dime on him.

"Well, shit, let's fire one up then" said Mark, then he finally deigned
to acknowledge my presence up in the front seat. Brusquely he asked,
"Who's your friend, anyway? He don't talk much, does he?"

"Oh, he's from Los Ang-a-lees" said Elvis and I turned red.

"Well, you got one rolled?"

"Not right now" said Elvis.

"Well fuck, let me have it, and I'll roll us one" said Mark.

"I can roll one up if you want me to" I stammered. I didn't mean to, but
I did. Stammer.

But anyway, I rolled still another masterpiece (even Mark admitted it),
then we smoked it (although I didn't get much additional benefit), and
then we all mellowed out. And in Mark's case that was quite a relief. It
took us about forty-five minutes to get there and it was hot and humid so
it wasn't long until he decided to get out of his sweats. I heard him say
as much, but I didn't turn to look. I assumed he had on something
underneath and I figured soon enough I'd see whatever there was to see,
so there was no reason to be uncool about it.

About ten minutes later I heard him yell something but I couldn't
understand what because Elvis had the radio blaring, so I looked back at
him and hollered, "What? I didn't understand what you said."

He put one foot up on the seat possibly for extra emphasis and yelled
back, "I ASKED you how LONG you LIVED in LA ... Damn it Elvis, will you
PLEASE turn that radio OFF? It sounds like shit!"

So Elvis reluctantly cut it down to near-background level and in a normal
tone of voice I was able to reply, "Oh, just for awhile. Why?"

"Just wondered" said Mark, "You like it?"

"Yeah, it's OK" I replied, then I acted cool and completely disinterested
and resumed looking out my side window again. But I had seen what he had
on and it wasn't much, just a pair of red basketball shorts that
accentuated his skinny legs and scrawny chest every bit as unfavorably as
they would have me had I been wearing them myself. They were a bit large
on him. And speaking of accentuating, well, what those shorts did for his
exposed genitals was not at ALL unfavorable. No, he didn't have on any
underwear EITHER and when he put his foot up on the seat, I saw all the
way up to his waist. I'm serious. He had a blonde bush. It didn't look
like it had been sprouting for too long. His penis looked about average
in size as were his pink wrinkly balls, but he had a most unusual bulb;
it looked a bit flattened to me, but unusually wide. Well, that's what it
looked like, ok? Sort of like a mushroom. So at that point I was
intrigued just as much as I had been the day before when I first met
Elvis. I really AM insatiable.

Only once we got to the lake, for at least an hour they just fished, and
since Mark had pulled his sweats back on and because Elvis hadn't ever
gotten around to pulling his long pants off, I soon found myself
increasingly bored by the proceedings. I HATE fishing. But finally Elvis
suggested that we do something else for awhile since the fish weren't
biting. We could go wading down a nearby creek and see if we saw any
crawl daddies. (They make good bait.)

Mark said, "Yeah, that might be a good idea" and so soon enough Elvis was
down to his swimming trunks and Mark to his voluminous red basketball
shorts and away we went. But soon Mark was complaining about rocks
hurting his feet and he asked Elvis to tote him piggy back, and without
any pretense at protest Elvis did so.

I lagged a little behind and soon enough, my earlier suspicions seemed
entirely justified. Elvis had his hands on Mark's butt and before long a
good deal of it was exposed. It looked very interesting.

But then I heard Mark hiss, "Hey! Cut it out man!" and then he quickly
glanced back in my direction. I tried to look disinterested, in fact I
shrugged and grinned wryly, but he looked fairly pissed.

But. About ten minutes later Elvis whispered something to Mark. Who was
still riding piggy back in spite of Elvis inching his hands up his thighs
again. I could once again see the bottom of his cheeks. But anyway, right
after Elvis whispered to him, Mark incredulously looked back at me. And
once again I felt the color flooding into my face, but I defiantly stared
back, daring him to make something of it. He sniggered and looked away,
but I noticed he didn't protest when Elvis began rubbing his butt and
pushing his shorts up as he did so. I found this to be very seductive.

I noticed Mark whispering something to Elvis and then he nuzzled his
face. Then I heard Elvis say, "So if you don't believe me, go ahead and
ask him." So soon enough he did.

He said innocently enough, "Hey Elvis, let me down. Why don't we rest
awhile, ok?"

Elvis let Mark slid off his back and they both waded to the bank and sat
down, seemingly unmindful of their very obvious erections. Mark's of
course was more noticeable seeing as how he had nothing beyond his
basketball shorts restraining it. It was very impressive. But anyway,
Mark looked at me and said, "Hey, I want to ask you a question, ok? Come
over here, ok?"

So waded up to them, but before he could even ask, I just came right out
with it. I asked "What? He tell you I'm a queer?"

Elvis said, "Well, you said you were."

And Mark asked me, "So ARE you?"

"Guess so" I replied.

"So you want to suck our dicks then?"

"Sure" I said as I reached the bank, "You want me to do you first? I
already done him this morning, but I'll do you both, no problem. So you
want me to do you first?"

And bless his heart, Mark stood up, yanks his shorts down and said,"Well,
go to it, fag."

It had grown to a little over five inches I guess and while his
circumference was about the same as mine, being a bit shorter, it didn't
look quite as skinny. It was standing just about straight up and curved
back towards his tummy a bit. But oh, that unusual glans of his!

"Boy!" I thought, "I bet it's going to be sensitive!" And when I took his
dick in my hand, it jumped as though possessed. It didn't take long to
get him off and his bulb was very sensitive at that. He made me stop
because it was just TOO sensitive. So deep throating him was no problem
and I did, all the way to his downy bush. And he could cum. Most
definitely. Then of course I did Elvis again, and he came pretty fast
too, much faster than one would have expected seeing as how I'd done him
only a few hours earlier and then after finishing off him, Mark wanted me
to do him again and indeed it was sticking up again and once again it
didn't take long even if it did take a bit longer than before and not
quite as much came out this time. But then, I was able to explore a good
deal more. He was kind enough to say that I was really good at it.

After awhile we returned to camp, they fished and I slept awhile. I was
awakened pleasantly by Elvis who had his hand up inside my shorts playing
with my pecker. And Mark was watching. I'd say he had a knowing look on
his face. But anyway, when I woke up Mark said, "Hey queer bait, you
wanna go swimming with us for awhile?"

So I said, "Yeah, sure, just as soon as Elvis quits playing with me, I
will."

"Shit, he plays with me all the time" said Mark, "but I don't think he
knows what to do yet. Maybe now he'll catch on, you reckon?"

Elvis looked slightly wounded and blushed a little. And he also withdrew
his hand from inside my shorts. Trying to act tough, he asked Mark, "What
you talking about anyway?"

Mark sniggered. "Oh, you might catch on one of these days. HOW, I don't
have any idea, but you might" then as I was about to exit the tent, I'll
be damned if he didn't reach up inside my shorts TOO, although all he did
was pinch my bulb and then he asked, "Ain't that right, queer bait?"

"Yeah, maybe" I said.

"Yeah, maybe" Mark mimicked, then without warning he yanked my shorts
down to my ankles.

I turned and looked at him with my penis sticking straight out and
innocently asked, "So we going skinny dipping, or what?" And yeah, he was
looking at it intently enough.

No, he said, "We might tonight, but right now there's other people
around" then he asked, "You ever beat off?"

"Sure" I said, "Why?"

"I wanna see you do it."

"Now?"

"Yeah. Then we'll swim out to that island, ok?"

I was a bit dubious. That island was WAY out there and I'm not really
that good a swimmer, so I told him so.

"Well, Elvis has a couple of life vests. I mean he can't swim worth shit
either, so you pussies can wear them and dog paddle out, that ok?"

"Oh, I guess" I said, then I started to ask about the other part of his
request, but I only got as far as "So first you want me-" when Mark said,
"Hey Elvis, let's rub him off, ok? Grab him!" and with that, both of them
grabbed me, put me effortlessly on the ground and then Mark began
vigorously rubbing my bulb between his hands like a boy scout trying to
start a fire without matches while Elvis rubbed up and down and between
my legs seemingly unmindful of the fact that my penis was pointed in his
direction more often than not. It was downright wonderful.

But finally I went, "Oh... GAH! and shot off. Most of it ended up in
Elvis' hair. On the top of his head, you know.

Mark laughed uproariously, then once Elvis rubbed most of it off, Mark
said to me, "You liked that, didn't you, queer bait?"

"Sure" I said.

He threw me a life vest. "Well, let's go then." So I pulled up my shorts
and off we went. But I noticed both of them had erections again. So soon!
Well, I guessed I'd be taking care of that soon enough.

Which I did, once we reached the island, but seeing as how there's
nothing new to report on all that, I think I'll skip ahead to about an
hour later after we'd returned to their tent.

See, I was about to hit the road again. It had been fun, but I had many
miles to go and all that. Only Mark started almost BEGGING me to stay a
little longer.

"How MUCH longer?" I wondered.

"Why don't you just spend the night with us, then you can take off bright
and early tommorow morning, OK?"

"Well, I don't know. I mean if all you guys are going to do is just fish
and all... I mean no offense, but I just don't like fishing that much,
you know?"

"Well, they're not really biting today anyway, so you know... we'll do
something else... soon as Elvis gets back from the drug store" he said
somewhat meaningfully.

So at that point Elvis wondered WHY he was going to the drugstore. (Which
happened to be all the way back in town. About forty-five minutes away.)

"I want you to get something" said Mark.

"What?"

"A tube of K-y lubricant, ok? Just ask for it. That's K-Y, got it?"

"Oh" I thought, "Well, OK then" but Elvis asked, "Why?"

"Because I TOLD you to, that's why... And don't worry about it, ok? I'll
explain it to you soon as you get back, ok?... Please? So you'll do it,
ok? You will, right?"

"Well, why can't you go with me then?"

"Because I want to fish some more" said Mark patiently.

Well, as you might've guessed, finally Elvis was talked into going. Five
minutes passed. Then Mark asked, "So... you want to go inside for
awhile?"

Sure, why not?

Once inside, he quickly stripped down. Then he somewhat tenderly knelt in
front of me and pulled my gym shorts down. BOING! (We BOTH were
insatiable.) (Apparently.) I stepped out of them, then we sat down. Well,
that was his suggestion. I mean for a just a second there I thought it
was going to be ME getting a blow job. But I guessed I could settle for a
bit of mutual wanking if that was what he had in mind. Would help pass
the time, anyway. Only THEN he wanted me to lay back and he got on top of
me. And you're getting ahead of me again I bet. See, I was on my BACK and
HE was laying on top of me on HIS back. He said if I wanted to I could
play with his dick, but this time he didn't want me to make him shoot off
again. He also said he liked having his chest rubbed.

"Well, don't SMOTHER me, ok?"

"Oh, sorry" he said and he shifted slightly until his face was cheek to
cheek with my face, but otherwise our positions were about the same. So
my penis was pressed right up into his crack. It wasn't inside him, but
it WAS rubbing up against his little puckered mound, I could feel it. And
strangely enough, it also felt kind of slick. Only I figured it was just
sweat. But naturally I got hard in a hurry.

"DURN!" I thought, "I wonder if he knows how close he is to having
something stuck up HIS butt?" but of course I didn't say anything about
it. Not at first, I didn't.

Mark asked me, "How's that feel? That feel good?"

"Oh yeah" I said. But I was being as neutral about it as possible.

"Bet you wish you could stick it up my hole, don't you?"

"Well damn! You're the one on top of me like that!"

"Yeah, I know. You ever fuck anybody? I bet you will when you get bigger
though."

Since it seemed as though he'd answered his question to his satisfaction
I guessed I'd go along with it. So I told him I hadn't. I mean, why not?

"Well, your dick is probably long enough now. How old are you, anyway?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean how OLD are you, damn it! Twelve?"

"Yeah, twelve" I said. I'd fibbed about not having ever fucked anybody,
so if he thought I was twelve I guessed that's how old I'd be, that's
all.

"Well, when I was twelve I was a little shrimp too, so don't worry about
it, probably by next year you'll be really big."

"Yeah, maybe. ... But what do you mean by... well, I KNOW you're going to
fuck me once Elvis gets back, and I WANT you to, BOTH of you, but what do
you-"

Indignantly Mark interrupted, "What? You think I'm a queer or something?
I ain't gonna fuck you, shit no!... Is that what you were thinking? I
mean if you were, you can just think again, damn it!" But he didn't make
any move to get off of me, or for that matter, to reposition himself.

Flustered, I sputtered, "So then why you having Elvis go get K-Y for if
you're not going to use it?"

"You know Elvis is a queer too?"

"You think he is?"

"I KNOW he is! Shit! I've known THAT much since I was about your age...
But the thing is; he is such a DUMB ASS, shit, he just wants to play with
me and all and that's IT, and I am getting TIRED of it, you know? Shit!!
I think I just changed my mind!" and with that he arched up, grasped my
erection, twisted his body slightly and suddenly it WAS inside of him,
clasping me like a warm slippery glove practically before I'd even
figured out what he was doing, just like that. Just slid right in. Almost
like it was lubricated or something. And I gasped of course. Then he
asked, "You like that?"

"Well, yeah, but-"

"I figured you would. All fags do. Least that's what I hear."

"So you just want us to just lay here like we are, huh?"

"Yeah. It feels kind of good... Yeah, I can feel it all right! Oh SHIT!
So you like it too, right?" and then he sort of started humping up and
down a little. I was having a little trouble figuring out exactly what
was coming next.

He pushed my hands which had been wrapped around his chest down between
his legs and told me to rub there. So I did. Slowly, just like he wanted.
He was by then hard again. But not twitching around or anything like
that. "But I don't want to shoot off now, ok? So if I tell you to stop,
you stop, ok? Just do it real slow, just like you're doing now. I like
that. It feels good."

"So ok, why DO you want Elvis to get the K-Y?"

"Because the tube I've got in my tackle box is about empty." (Dawning
recognition on my part.) He continued. "And I'm going to get him to fuck
me GOOD, that's why. And while he's fucking me YOU'RE going to be sucking
my dick. THAT'S when I want to shoot off, see? Damn! It'll be GREAT!...
If I can talk him into doing it, that is. I might. Till YOU showed up, I
wouldn't have thought of it, but it's time he stopped being such a dumb
ass, you know what I mean?"

And as he babbled on, he was slowly tightening and then untightening his
sphincter and squirming around. It was really quite wonderful. I'll have
you know I stayed inside him for almost THIRTY minutes and shot off
TWICE! He tightened and untightened and squirmed and I rubbed and then
simply locked my hands around his chest when he thought he was about to
squirt, and while all THAT was going on, he told me all about Elvis AND
Terry and before he was done I'd ALMOST figured out just where he was
getting his ideas from.

He did admit some people might get the wrong idea about him though, and
maybe he shouldn't be jerking off Elvis, but he WOULDN'T be doing it
unless Elvis did him, which he had, lots of times. But he had to SHOW him
how to even do THAT, all Elvis wanted to do BEFORE was just rub on him.
Well, I'm reporting what he said, that's all. But why don't I go back to
about the beginning?

Having nothing better to do I asked, "So if you don't mind telling me,
when did Elvis start messing around with you? I mean you said you knew he
was queer since you were my age, so how did you find out? You just hear
he was, or what?"

"Oh shit, I don't care" said Mark. "Well, when I was your age I didn't
know anything, you know? But anyway Elvis was staying with his granny a
couple of weeks and I don't know, one day we were just out fishing and
then when we got back we went over to his house and we were in his room
and he asked me to take my clothes off. He said he dared me to. So I
might not have known shit, but he sounded kind of funny, you know? Really
WEIRD. But I don't know, I did. Took my clothes off, you know. I said I
would if he promised not to laugh at me. But then he asked me if he could
hold it for a minute. My dick, you know. So I don't know, I let him. I
mean I was real scared because I was just a little kid like you are now,
really, but I don't know, I let him. And it felt real good, you know, so
for awhile I kept on letting him and pretty soon he was rubbing me all
over, but that's all he did. Shit, he didn't even take HIS clothes off at
ALL until one time I dared him to and like I told him I wasn't going to
take MY clothes off anymore unless he took HIS off too. And well, I
rubbed him some too. But that's all there was to it. I'll tell you the
truth, ok? Right about then I thought he was weird as SHIT but I really
didn't know he was a damn QUEER until after he'd gone back to his old
lady's place. So you want to know how I figured it out?"

"Sure" I said breathlessly, "how'd.. you.. figure it.. OUT?"

"Tell me.. something. How'd.. you.. find OUT.. YOU... WERE?" He asked me
that just as I was having my second orgasm. Which explains the breathless
part.

"Oh shit! That felt good!" I said.

"Well, you're not going to believe this, but I just lost it TOO" said
Mark. (Which explains HIS breathless part as well.)

So at that point we guessed we'd better get cleaned up. But then he still
wanted to talk some more. Which of course was way cool.

"So when did you finally figure out you were gay?" he wondered again.

"I don't know. Not all THAT long really, but well... how did you figure
out about Elvis?"

"Well, there was this guy I knew. Well, I still know him, but now I stay
away from him because... Oh, I don't know, I guess he don't want me
around anymore, at least that's how he acts, but back when I was twelve
we were pretty tight. He'd sell me dope and shit. So anyway, his old man
ran a garage, and one night me and Terry was working on his car after it
was closed up, and I don't know, I was playing around a little, I mean
just cutting up and like there was this air hose? And I stuck it down
inside my pants and turned it on, ok?

So Terry asked me; he goes, `Just what in the HELL do you think you're
doing anyway? You know you could hurt yourself doing that?'

So I said I was just fucking around but then he goes, `You better let me
take a look at it' and next I know he's got my pants pulled down and he's
got it in his hand looking at it. So ok, I liked it, but I really didn't
think much about it right then because he acted real cool about it, you
know? And anyway, we were both flying that night, I mean he'd got ahold
of some GOOD shit, I ain't kidding. Kicked MY ass, THAT'S for sure, but
anyway, I didn't think much about it when he asked me if I knew how to
jack off. Well, I DID know, but I acted like I didn't know ANYTHING. So
he asked if I wanted him to show me how. So ok, I let him do it. I
thought it was GREAT, because see, I thought he was a cool dude. But then
next day he was acting real nervous and like he wanted to make sure I
didn't tell anybody about what we did because then he'd get into real bad
trouble he said, and that's when it hit me. You know, about him and Elvis
both. But then next time we got high he starts asking if I want him to do
it again and if I'd ever had a blow job before. So what the hell, I let
him. Because I HADN'T ever had one before. You ever have anybody blow
you?"

"Oh sure. Lots of times."

"Feels good, don't it?"

"Well shit yeah!"

"So that's what I thought about it too. ... And anyway, he was giving me
free dope, you know? So it was a real good deal and then pretty soon he
asked me if I knew boys could fuck boys just like they could fuck girls
and I asked him how in the hell you could do that and he showed me. First
time it hurt pretty bad, but I found out it felt good too, so that's how
I found out about it. Shit man, I had it MADE for awhile, but then he
started freaking out on me and pretty soon he didn't want me around, so
that's just about all there is to it."

"Well, that's weird because Elvis told me yesterday Terry might've tried
to fuck him that night he got him drunk."

Mark didn't act too surprised though. He knew Elvis had started hanging
out with Terry recently, so he figured it was only a matter of time.
Although he was pretty amazed when I told him that apparently Elvis
didn't even know what Terry had in mind.

But at any rate, after awhile we got dressed and when Elvis returned he
was fishing again and I was sleeping. Then Elvis stole into the tent and
woke me up. But aside from that, nothing much happened until just after
dark.

Once it got dark Mark decided he wanted to swim. And as he pulled his
sweats off he added, "And all of us are skinny dipping, ok?" Well, since
we couldn't see anybody else around, we did and it wasn't very long until
everybody was grabbing at everybody else. So that took care of the
initial foreplay and we all retired to the tent.

Actually Mark hadn't spent much time discussing just exactly HOW he was
going to convince Elvis to fuck him; I mean when he asked me about it
earlier I'd come up with some fairly complex psychological ploys he might
want to consider, but not surprisingly he didn't want to bother with it;
he said he guessed he'd think of something when he got around to it. And
as it turned out, it wasn't difficult at all. To talk Elvis into it, I
mean.

First he asked Elvis to poke some K-Y in his hole, and this Elvis did
very willingly. It looked like to me he was operating on him. Then came
the moment of truth.

Well, Elvis was flabbergasted. He asked Mark, "Are you SERIOUS?"

"Yes, I'm serious" said Mark, "just stick it in. I can take it."

"Yeah, but-"

"So what are you waiting for? Go ahead and do it" said Mark. He was on
his hands and knees. "So stick it IN, damn it!"

And I was trying to figure out the logistics on this deal. But
fortunately, I hadn't quite managed to get into position yet, because all
at once...

"Well, ok, if you want me to" said Elvis nervously and he did. UMPTH!!
Just like that. HILTED him. Almost knocked him flat. THen Elvis
started... well, he was pretty much rabbit fucking him. Which really
isn't the best technique in the world, you know. It's over awfully fast
for one thing, and apparently it wasn't doing a whole lot for Mark,
because he seemed to be pretty limp the whole time. I DID get a charge
out of watching his dick and balls bouncing around like crazy, though.
Well, I was still TRYING to get into position, but my target was moving
around too much. Actually, I guess it was kind of funny.

But anyway, after Mark got himself cleaned up he came back in with a
raging hard-on. Delayed reaction, I guess. "I'm not sure, but I think you
do it better" he said. He sounded a bit worn out.

"So do you want me to-"

"Yeah, if you want to, but just let me sit down on the floor here first.
Is that OK?"

I was really starting to like him a lot better. And of course it was OK.

But as I was on my hands and knees going to it, all at once he asked,
"You think maybe I'm queer too?"

Seeing as how I couldn't talk what with my mouth being full, I just shook
my head no. I mean shit, that was a question he was just going to have to
answer for himself.

"Well I think I am" ...Squirt. Followed by several more violent jerks and
squirts. Interesting timing on that. Even if it could have been because I
was really good, and of course he WAS a bit fired up prior to that
admission, but still...

It seemed like he had mixed emotions after all that. As you might well
imagine. So after pulling away I said, "Well you might be, but you still
might NOT be. I mean a year from now you might have so many girls you'll
be having trouble keeping UP... with them all... Damn, Elvis you CAN'T be
SERIOUS!"

I didn't even know he was behind me, so when all at once I felt his
greasy fingers probing MY hole, I was quite startled. Even if HAD to be
wishful thinking, I mean shit, not even Rasputin could get back up THAT
quick.

A satyr might could though. Yes, we'd created a monster, as he could TOO
get it up. That quick. I STILL can't believe it. It turned out to be a
very long night. It was fun, but tiring. It HAD to be four in the morning
before I got to sleep any. And I'm thinking Terry's going to be in for a
big surprise real soon.

But anyway, I had miles to go, so I told them to wake me up around
daybreak. So Mark did. Elvis was still sound asleep.

"Want me to walk with you out to the highway? You might get turned around
otherwise."

So I said sure.

Once into the woods headed for the highway (I probably WOULD'VE gotten
turned around) he said, "You know what we were talking about last night,
I mean you know, about how in a year I might start liking girls and all?"

"Yeah, I know. And really, it happens like that all the time. I mean I
don't think it's going to happen with ME, but it DOES happen."

"So if it gets like that for me, I guess that'll be cool enough, but in
the meantime I guess I might's well get my money's worth, you know?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"So you want a going-away present?"

BOING!!

It was nice. And I gave him one too.


To Be Continued?

It COULD be continued, and it might be, (eventually), but in late May
(1988) there was an unexpected change of plans. I WAS going to Minnesota!
In about a week. So I left fantasyland (where a FEW things were true) and
dropped back into the story I HOPED would have a happy ending. Which was
a bit closer to being true-life. (I'm still not saying how close it was
to being actual fact though.) So my next contribution should be
"Understanding Sex-Part 1". It'll probably be in the gay-young friends
section. While the heat will be turned down a bit (sex) in the 1st
installment, and a bit more in the 2nd, after that, it'll start going up
again. It just might take a little longer to reach the boiling point.


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