The Dirty Bookstore Ch 4 X

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Although Rick liked burgers just fine, his idea of gourmet dining was thick gooey pizza. At a restaurant in the Southeast part of the city called, Uno's, he ordered for the two and even insisted on paying. Joel was fine with that, but only if he could pay next time.

This was encouraging for Rick, because it meant Joel was already thinking about next time, and that was a good thing, since Rick was getting more and more attached to the boy by the minute.

While stuffing themselves with pizza and slurping down soft drinks, they shared a little more of their lives, but neither was ready for full disclosure yet. There would be time for that later. Right now the important thing was to become comfortable with one another and see if there was really any chemistry between them, or just sexual attraction.

"So where's your apartment?" Joel asked at last.

"Did I say I lived in an apartment?" Rick said grinning.

"No, not really, you just said, 'your place', but I assumed..."

"You know what they say about assume, 'it makes an ass of you and me'," he laughed, "Sorry, I really am being an ass. No, I don't live in an apartment. I live in a house. It's a small one, but it's nice. My grandparents left it to me," he said looking sad.

Perhaps they'd died and willed it to Rick, Joel thought, and to avoid causing Rick any distress he skirted around the grandparents part.

"So, you own a house? How cool is that?"

"Very, except when something goes wrong, or the lawn needs mowing, the buck stops with me," Rick chuckled.

"Yeah, but that's gotta be better than paying rent."

"Yeah, for sure, and so far I haven't really had any major issues to deal with. It's mostly brick, so there's not much needs painting and that was done a few years ago."

The conversation turned to Joel's plans for college in the fall and Rick seemed subdued as he listened to the narrative.

"So, I'll have to ride my bike a hundred miles or more to visit you."

"What? Oh, yeah...if you came there, but I'll be home for holidays and summer break of course."

"I was kidding," Rick said, but Joel didn't think that was the case at all.

"So, a bike is all you have, no car?"

"Actually, I have grandpa's pickup, but I only drive it when the weather is bad or I don't feel like straddling a bike."

"Oh, cool," Joel said, "that's good."

They talked a bit more while they finished their pizza and when it was time to go, Rick threw a five dollar bill on the table and led the way.

"Wow, nice tip," Joel chuckled, "I wish people were that generous where I work."

"People who work in restaurants don't get paid near enough, so tips are important. If everyone would give just 10% of their bill as a tip, those workers would almost make a decent living."

"Amen," Joel said as they grabbed their helmets and strapped them on.

"Want to take a little ride before we go get your car?"

"Uh, sure, but I need to be home by ten o'clock..." Joel said, wondering if Rick had changed his mind about going to his place to mess around.

"In that case, let's go to my house first, then I'll take you to your car. I live on Riverside, between 31st and 41st."

"That'll work out great, cause my house is in the other direction. I can head home as soon as you drop me off."

Rick's house was a neat little bungalow with red brick and yellow trim, a single car garage and a nicely landscaped yard. A dark blue and white Chevy pickup sat in the drive, and despite being an older model, it was in very good shape.

Rick rode up beside the pickup, and handed Joel a key and asked him to unlock and raise the garage door. Once that was accomplished, Joel rode the bike inside.

The garage was neatly organized with a long work bench with a vise at each end of it and shelves above it with hardware and tools. A rolling toolbox sat against the opposite wall, and an area of pegboard on that wall held more tools and assorted hardware.

"Wow, nice workshop," Joel said as he followed Rick inside.

"It's what I do, I'm a mechanic," Rick explained, "I keep the Chevy and my bike running top notch and I make a decent living working for a local mechanic. Someday I want to have a shop of my own, but for now I work there and do a little work here for friends and such."

"Great, it's good to know I have a friend who's a mechanic. My car isn't exactly in perfect condition," Joel chuckled.

"I'd be glad to check it out sometime and I won't charge you for labor, just the parts, which I can get at a discount."

"Great. I just might take you up on that."

"Any time," Joel said, going over to pull down the roll-up door and lock it, "Come on, I'll show you the inside."

Joel followed Rick up two steps and into the dining room. Beyond it was the kitchen and to the left the living room.

"It's still got all my grandparents' furniture. It's good solid stuff, even if it's not exactly up to date."

"I think it looks fine, homey really."

"Come on, I'll show you the rest of the house, and the best part, my bedroom," Rick chuckled.

"Lead on," Joel said.

Ordinarily he might have been a little nervous about going into a stranger's house without anyone knowing where he was. However, in Joel's eyes Rick had already proven himself to be decent and trustworthy, not to mention, sexy as hell.

"Bathroom there, pardon the color scheme," Rick tittered, "Granny loved green."

"Could be worse," Joel reminded him, "could be pink."

They both laughed then and Rick continued on down the hall. That was their room," Rick said softly, the word, 'their', full of reverence. I don't go in there much, too many memories."

This pretty much confirmed what Joel had gleaned earlier, that Rick's grandparents were dead, and that they'd been very close. Why else would they leave him the house and the pickup.

"I'm sorry," Joel offered, even if Rick wasn't ready to discuss the particulars.

"Thanks, it's been over a year, but it's still fresh on my mind. We were really close. My folks moved to California when I graduated High School, but I stayed here and lived with my grandpa and grandma. Grandpa taught me everything I know about repairing vehicles and the tools out there, most of them were his."

"They must've loved you very much, that makes me feel good, knowing that you're the kind of person who can earn that kind of love and trust."

"That's a sweet thing to say," Rick said wiping at his eyes, "well, enough sadness, come on, now for my room. It's actually the only room in the house that exhibits my tastes and style," he said grinning.

Rick's room was actually two rooms joined as one. A connecting wall between two bedrooms had been opened up with an overhead support beam being added and columns at either end to shore up the rafters and ceiling above.

"Me and Grandpa did most of the work, but we had to get permits and stuff since we were removing a load-bearing wall. It turned out fine though, don't ya think?"

"It's amazing," Joel said looking around. In front of a double window on the far side of the room was a double bed, with a night stand on each side, and full length mirrored-dresser on the opposite wall. An upright chest sat next to an open door which proved to be a closet, completing the bedroom side of the room.

This side in which they now stood, was obviously not intended for sleeping. In addition to a desk and chair, and several bookcases filled with books, there was a console TV/stereo complete with turntable. Two towers speakers sat on the floor, one in front of each pillar, distributing the sound equally in the room. There were posters on the walls, mostly of cars or motorcycles, but there were a few others that defied categorizing. Glaringly absent were any pin-up girls, or boys, for that matter, but that was only natural considering his grandparents used to live in the house as well.

"I spend most of my time here, or the garage. I use the kitchen for cooking, but I eat as many meals in here as I do at the dining table."

"It's perfect. I can see a lot of your personality in here," Joel said gazing at the posters. Then walking over to one of the bookcases, he perused the titles, surprised they shared a common interest in Science Fiction, "Heinlein is my favorite," Joel muttered, "man, you must have everything he's written."

"Pretty much, some of them are retired library books, I have an aunt who works at the downtown library and she gets me deals on books they take out of circulation when they become too worn or dirty."

"Cool," Joel said turning to give Rick a smile, "I hate to hurry you, but..."

"Oh, yeah...sorry. We have about an hour. So...what shall we do, discuss our favorite books, watch some TV, listen to my newest album?..."

"How about we get naked?" Joel countered, taking the lead this time.

"I like that idea even better," Rick said moving closer and helping Joel remove his tee shirt, then allowing Joel to return the favor. Once that was done, they fumbled for each other's top button and lowered their zippers, and their pants dropped to their feet.

Shoes came off next, then the jeans, and finally their underwear. Naked now, they met in the middle of the hardwood floor and came together in an embrace, which resulted in a deep passionate kiss.

"Mmm, as sweet as I remembered," Rick moaned, "shall we move to the bed?"

"Sure," Joel said, finally feeling a little nervous. What if Rick expected him to go all the way? He wasn't ready for that and he was hoping Rick would respect that and not push him.

In bed, there was more kissing, fondling, lots of body contact, and finally Rick suggested something new, at least something new for Joel, and he eagerly agreed to try it.

"Lay on your side, babe," Rick said, as he flipped around, his head now at Joel's feet, "this is called a '69'," he explained, "because it sort of looks like a six and a nine, I guess. All I know is, it's fun."

It took a little fine-tuning, but at last they were in position, and Rick led the way, showing Joel all the fun things you could do with your hands while your mouth was taking care of business.

At first Joel was a little worried when Rick began rubbing his butt, but when he moved his hands to his balls, he relaxed and followed his lead. He liked the feel of Rick's butt. It was smooth and supple in his hands, and Rick seemed to like having it touched as much as he was enjoying touching it. He sort of understood that, for after his initial fear had passed, he thought Rick's hands on his butt felt amazing.

"Mmm, you taste so good," Rick said, coming off Joel's cock long enough to speak.

"Mmm," Joel agreed, but he didn't want to release his suction on Rick's cock.

Joel didn't know exactly how long they'd been at it when he began to feel that tingle in his belly that signaled an impending orgasm. Should he warn Rick, he wondered, or just let it fly? However, in the end it was Rick who did the signalling, grunting loudly then thrusting into Joel's mouth as he began to come.

That alone was all it took to push Joel over the edge as well, but it didn't hurt that Rick had doubled down on his sucking, his head bobbing up and down even faster now.

Rick moaned in delight then, obviously enjoying not only his own orgasm, but Joel's as well, and of course the creamy pudding he was gobbling down hungrily.

When it was over, and both boys' semen was safely in the other's stomach, they rested at last, placing little kisses on each other's inner thigh before laying their head down on the smooth warm flesh there and sighing.

"That was amazing," Joel said dreamily, "I think that's my new favorite thing."

"It is pretty sweet," Rick agreed, "but sometimes I just like concentrating on my partner and giving him everything without getting anything in return."

"Yeah, I guess I can see that. I really enjoyed sucking you at the bookstore."

After a few minutes of resting this way, Rick finally swung back around, and pulling Joel against him, he kissed him passionately. There was just enough of their taste lingering on each other's lips and tongue to excite them once again, and soon their cocks began to rise between them.

Rick moved closer, pressing his slick hard cock against Joel's, and as they kissed they began to grind against one another. Slowly at first, the heat soon began to build, and though they'd come only minutes before, they were young and horny and soon they were headed toward a second orgasm.

This one might not have been as explosive, nor did it produce as much liquid, but it was a good one, and both were shuddering with delight as it overcame them.

"Whew, two in one night," Joel said resting his head in the crook of Rick's neck.

"I feel like I could go on, and on with you, two, three, who knows," Rick said nuzzling Joel's hair, "you're just so damn sexy."

"You too," Joel said sounding as if he wanted to say more, but when nothing more came forth after a few moments, Rick spoke again.

"I know we only met a while ago, and this is only the second time we've been together, but I mean it when I say you are really special."

"I bet you say that to all the boys..." Joel teased.

"I won't deny that I've been with other guys, just like you have. One time things, sex, pure and simple. Getting my rocks off, then moving on, but..with you it's different. Even that first time, at the bookstore, I wanted to find you and do it all again. I wound up leaving when I found out you'd left. I never even got with anyone else."

"Really, and what about tonight? If I hadn't been there would you have found someone else to have sex with?"

"I don't know, maybe, but it wouldn't have been the same as being with you. It would have been just scratching an itch, but it wouldn't cure anything."

Joel sighed, "I gotta be honest, right now I don't know exactly how I fee. I like you, and the sex is great, but like you said we just met, and I don't know where this is heading."

"I'm not pushing," Rick said pulling Joel up so he could look into his eyes, "I just wanted to tell you how I feel, because I think honesty is important in any kind of relationship. Even if we're only friends, and nothing more, I promise you I'll always be honest with you."

"Wow, that's a lot to think about," Joel confessed, "Now, it's my turn to be honest. Sex isn't new to me, but feelings like this are. I've never even had a crush on anyone, boy or girl, and it's always been just about sex with every guy I've been with. Oh, sure, I've kissed guys and cuddled, but when we were done, there were no lingering feelings. I guess what I'm trying to say is: I've never been in love, so I don't know what that's like. And other than friendship, I've never been in a relationship."

"Really? As cute as you are, and sexy, I'd have thought you at least had a girlfriend or two over the years."

"Actually, I've dated girls, but mostly as a cover for what I really like. You know, to keep my parents off my back."

"Yeah, same," Rick said, but once I moved in with my grands, I just quit pretending and did what I wanted. If they suspected they never mentioned it, but they were pretty smart people. I guess they just loved me enough that they overlooked my perversity," he added with a sad smile.

"The more I hear about you the more I like you," Joel confessed, "but let's take it slow, okay?"

"Of course," Rick said, "now, we better get you back to your car and home to mommy and daddy," he teased.

"I wish I didn't have to go," Joel said sincerely, "I haven't slept with anyone since I was a kid and we used to have sleepovers."

"Well, any time you can get a pass from your folks, you're welcome to sleepover with me," Rick said, excited at the prospect.

"I'll think about it. After all, I'm 18, almost 19 and I do have some say so over my life."

Rick chuckled, "You tell em, tiger," he said rolling out of bed and pulling Joel into an embrace, then after kissing him sweetly, he found Joel's clothes and began to dress him like a parent might dress a little child, lovingly and patiently.

When everything was in place except his shoes, Rick planted a kiss on his cheek, slapped him on the rump, and said, "Put your shoes on, I'm gonna take a piss, then I'll get dressed and we can go."

While Rick dressed, Joel took his turn at the bathroom and soon they were ready to go.

"Let's take the truck," Rick suggested, that way we can talk on the way."

"Good idea, I like the bike and all, but it's kind of hard to communicate with the wind whistling past us," Joel chuckled.

In the truck, Rick started the engine and Joel was surprised at how quiet it was. Rick revved it a little, but the decibel level only rose a notch or two, the performance of the engine a testament to Rick's skills as a mechanic.

"She purrs, doesn't she?" Rick said grinning.

"She?"

"Yeah, Bertha, that's what gramps called her," Rick said with a sad smile, "and out of respect for him, I've kept the name."

"I think it fits her nicely," Joel said smiling warmly, "But I have to wonder, does your bike have a name too?"

"Yeah, but it's not as romantic. I call it 'Lightening'."

"Because it's fast as lightening?"

"Yeah, dumb, huh?"

"No, I think it's perfect, just like it's owner."

"Well, I'm not perfect, but I'm worthwhile," Rick laughed, "that's what grandpa always said about something he couldn't get too excited about, but that pleased him."

"Did he call you, 'worthwhile'?" Joel wondered.

"Nah, he liked me more than that."

They were headed North now on Riverside drive, the windows rolled down and a cool breeze wafting in. In the light of the dashboard and the occasional rolling glow of a street lamp, Rick's face was alternately shadowed then illuminated.

"I bet he thought you were damn near perfect," Joel said softly.

Rick looked over at Joel, a surprise on his face, then shaking his head, he turned his eyes to the road again, "I don't think he exactly thought I was perfect, though granny might have, but it didn't matter to him. We were family, and he loved me, she loved me, and I loved them both.

He fell silent for a moment, then he wiped at his eyes and continued, "You know what the biggest problem with loving someone is, Joel?"

"I guess there a lot of problems, but I guess you mean, losing them?"

"Yeah, that," Rick said, "funny though, even though my parents moved a thousand miles away, I don't miss them near as much as I miss my grands."

"Maybe because you know they're still there, out there somewhere, and you can go see them, or write to them, or call them..."

"Yeah, except, well, me and my folks never got along that well. Not after I turned 15 and discovered who I was and what I liked, and was defiant enough to stand up for myself."

They'd reached the turnoff headed uphill to downtown now, and two stoplights later they turned onto 11th Street, headed for the bookstore.

They rode in silence for a while, the cool evening air on their faces, the bright lights of various businesses and passing cars attracting their attention now.

"Anyway," Rick said at last, "enough of that. Maybe sometime I'll tell ya the whole story."

"Whenever you're ready, I'm a really good listener," Joel said patting his leg gently.

"I can see that," Rick said giving him a smile, "almost there, two more lights..."

"I wish I could stay longer, but I have work tomorrow..."

"Hey, maybe I'll come by and holler at ya," Rick suggested.

"Yes, please, I'll spot you lunch if you come by. I get a huge discount," Joel chuckled, thinking of Andy at that moment and how much he'd enjoyed having dinner with him.

"Okay, what time is good?"

"We're busiest from 11 to 1, so is 2 too late?"

"No, perfect. I like to sleep late on Saturdays, so I'll sleep in, shower and come by. What time do you get off?"

"Not till 4, why?"

"No reason. Do you have any plans tomorrow night?"

"Nah, not really. Usually, I would have gone to the bookstore..." Joel said as they passed through the last stop light, only a mile away from that very place now.

"Oh, you still want to do that?"

"I said, usually, but things have changed," Joel said grinning, "I'd much rather come to your house."

Rick smiled, "Think you can find the way?"

"Oh, yeah, trust me, I memorized every twist and turn on the way there and back."

They'd pulled into the parking lot of the bookstore by then and Rick parked beside Joe's Chevy. With the engine idling, Rick leaned over and kissed Joel, then reached over and squeezed his leg gently, "Tonight was great, tomorrow will be even better."

"Yeah, it was," Joel said looking around to see if anyone was out and about.

The parking lot was mostly dark, with only one light high on a pole in the corner of the lot, and one at the back of the building. Sure the coast was clear, Joel leaned in and pulled Rick into a hug and kissed him back, deeply and wetly. When he pulled back, both boys' faces were red and their cocks had sprang to full attention.

"No fair," Rick pouted, "getting me all hard and then leaving me alone."

"Well, there's always the bookstore..." Joel offered.

"Huh uh, you've spoiled me away from that place. I want more than a hard dick or a piece of ass..."

"I was testing you," Joel confessed, "but really, it's none of my business what you do when we're not together. I'm not gonna be that kind of guy, the one who's jealous all the time and trying to run your life." If only Joel knew then what would happen later, he might not have been so quick with those words, but every lesson must be learned in it's own time.

"I wish I could be as open-minded, but I'll be honest, the thought of you going in there and giving your sweet young body to some sweaty disgusting pervert makes me ill," Rick said.

"So, you think I can only hookup with sweaty, disgusting perverts?" Joel said in mock indignation.

"No, of course not..." Rick said quickly, "but no one in there is good enough for you, that's what I meant."

"Besides you?" Joel said, one eyebrow raised questioningly.

"Even I'm not completely worthy of you, but no one would be more committed to making you happy than me."

"Good answer," Joel said grinning, "I was teasing, I knew what you meant. Anyway, I really need to go," he said glancing at his Timex.

"Hold on," Rick said, then opening his door and sliding out he rushed around to the passenger's side and opened the door for Joel, "right this way, babe," he said grinning.

"I'm not a girl," Joel chuckled.

"No, you are definitely not a girl, but you are very special and deserve special treatment."

"You're so full of it," Joel laughed, "but damn if you aren't getting to me, and in a good way."

"I am full of 'it', if 'it' is love and respect for you," Rick said grinning.

He would have opened Joel's car door for him as well, except the door was locked and Joel had to unlock it first, but Rick did hold it while Joel climbed behind the wheel.

Once Joel was situated, Rick gently closed the door. Joel rolled down his window then, and looking into Rick's warm brown eyes, he smiled, "Thanks for dinner and a great evening. I'll see you tomorrow around 2, okay?"

"You're welcome, the pleasure was all mine," Rick said winking, "till tomorrow, I will count the hours," he said dramatically.

"Now, I know you are full of it," Joel laughed, happier than he could ever remember being

"Night," Rick said as Joel finally put the car in reverse.

"Night, see ya tomorrow."

Rick watched as Joel pulled out of the lot, leaning on the tailgate of his truck and breathing in the fresh night air. Then suddenly the door to the bookstore opened and a tall black guy stepped out into the night.

The light on the back of the building provided back-lighting but kept his face in shadow, though Rick could see a pinpoint of light reflected in his eyes. Besides being tall, the guy was slender, but not to the point of being skinny. His arms looked fairly well muscled, but his legs were clad in loose fitting Khaki pants which hid any muscles there.

"Hey," the guy said once he'd come near enough to be heard, "got a light?" he said pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his shirt pocket. It was then that Rick could finally get a good look at the guy's face and he recognized him immediately.

"Nah, don't smoke," Rick said, not sure if the guy recognized him as well.

"I know you," the guy said, a sly smile lighting up his face now, "we met in there once," the guy said jerking his head back toward the building.

"Yeah, I remember," Rick confessed, even though he would have preferred that neither of them had remembered.

"So, what are you up to out here? Looking for action?"

"Nah, I was just heading home," Rick said, not really wanting to get into the reason he was there.

"You just got here, right? I just came out for a smoke, but hell, I'm ready to go back in, if you want."

"I really can't, not tonight," or any other night, he didn't add.

"Well, okay, sure. I guess once was enough for you," the guy laughed, "this big old thing is pretty scary for most guys, but you seemed to like it. Remember? You sucked it real good and took all of it up your butt," the guy said moving closer as he rubbed the front of his loose pants, where a sizeable erection now threatened to break through the fly.

"I remember, you have a nice dick and a nice body, but I can't..."

"Can't or won't?" the guy said becoming agitated, "you know you want this dick," he said grabbing Rick's hand and placing it on the lump in his pants.

Rick jerked his hand back quickly, and suddenly his nervousness and uncertainty was replaced by anger.

"I said no! Keep your hands off me and go, before I really get mad."

The guy sneered at Rick, but despite his rough exterior he wasn't as tough as he presented himself to be. He just liked head and ass but he had to be discrete and getting into a fight at a dirty bookstore wasn't the wisest thing he could do. His friends and family would soon get wind of it, and though he could say he was looking at pussy magazines or movies, most everyone knew who really hung out in those places and what went on there.

"Sure, sorry man. No hard feelings, okay," the guy said offering his hand.

Rick felt bad then, the guy was just horny and looking to have some fun. He'd overreacted and been a real jerk, and he knew if it hadn't been for Joel, he'd have followed the guy back inside and done it all over again.

"No sweat, maybe some other time," Rick said taking the guy's hand in his.

It was soft and warm, and for one horrible moment he was tempted to give in and accept the guy's offer. Then he remembered the smile on Joel's face, the feel of his lips against his own, and the passion between the sheets, and his resolve returned once again.

The guy turned and headed back inside then and Rick slowly climbed into his truck. He wasn't aware he was shaking till he tried to put the keys in the ignition, and it took a couple tries before he was able to do so. He turned the key and the engine turned over on the first crank, and he thought about how impressed Joel had been with how quiet the engine was. He smiled as he backed out of the parking space and headed toward the street, proud that he'd resisted temptation, something that usually didn't come easy for him.

Back at home, he quickly stripped off his clothes and fell into bed. He could still smell Joel's rich teenage scent on his sheets and grabbed up a handful and inhaled deeply. The result was immediate as his cock grew to full tumescence, aching and throbbing for his attention. Eyes closed so that he might picture Joel in his mind's eye, he gripped his hard leaking cock and began masturbating furiously, all the while sniffing the sheet he held to his face.

Within minutes he was breathing heavily, and moments later he cried out into the handful of sheet and began to come, spattering his cum onto his chest, stomach and as far up as his chin. Exhausted, he wiped up the mess with the shirt he'd tossed by the bed, rolled over and went to sleep almost immediately.

End Chapter Four

Kewl Dad

4-10-24

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