The Dirty Bookstore Ch 6 X

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Joel dropped Rick off at his place around six and headed home, vowing to hurry back as soon as he'd showered and put on some casual clothes. Rick had suggested that he just shower at his house and stay naked, but Joel insisted he needed to check in with his folks first and he won that argument.

While Joel showered a few miles away, Rick tidied up his room a bit and lit some candles to mask the scent of pot. He didn't smoke it often, but occasionally he'd purchase a lid from a guy at work and indulge. He and Joel had discussed drugs, and Joel had made it clear that he steered clear of them and usually anyone who used them. However, Rick thought, what he doesn't know can't hurt him, or me, and he decided he wasn't going to change his habits for Joel, or anyone else for that matter.

As agreed, Joel was picking up dinner, Chinese this time, but Rick had insisted on paying, handing Joel a 20 dollar bill and telling him to keep the change. Joel had no intention of doing that, but he did tip the guy at the drive-through 2 bucks, since it wasn't his money.

When Joel arrived at Rick's, Rick had the table set, drinks poured, and they quickly dived into the fragrant food. As they ate they talked, about this and that, but nothing specific, and it seemed, avoiding the subject of Andy altogether.

Rick had seen how possessive Joel acted around Andy, and though he wasn't sure if he was genuinely worried about the boy's welfare, or just jealous of him making a new friend, he certainly didn't want to stir things up.

Rick could certainly understand why Joel might be interested in the boy sexually, if indeed he was, because Rick had picked up vibes almost immediately concerning Andy's sexuality. He was young, sure, but Rick had no doubt he was a horny little bastard with a decent sized dick, and probably would welcome the chance to have some fun with an older guy. If that guy was Joel, well good for him, and if so...maybe eventually Joel would share, and the three of them could have some real fun.

"So, what are we going to do tonight?" Joel asked picking up an egg roll and pretending to perform oral sex on it.

This got a laugh out of Rick, who leaned in and took the other end of the egg roll in his mouth, and just like Lady and the Tramp, they nibbled until their lips were touching.

"Mmm," Rick said as he chewed the mouthful of egg roll, then after swallowing he said, "well, for starters maybe we can suck each other's egg roll."

"Are you hard?" Joel asked, reaching under the table to adjust his own hard dick.

"As stone," Rick said, "but we need to finish our dinner, we'll need our strength."

"Oh, is that so?" Joel chuckled, "by the way...if that invitation to sleep over is still good, I told my folks I might be staying at a friend's house tonight. I even brought a change of clothes, they're in the car."

"Holy shit. Yes! That would be great. We can mess around all night, sleep a little, then do it all again in the morning. Then get up and go out for breakfast, my treat, and hang out all day. I mean, if you're free tomorrow."

"I am, well...until dinner time. So we have most of the day."

"Damn, this is so good...so great, really," Rick said excitedly, "I love waking up next to a warm, sexy guy."

"Oh, so you've done that a lot?" Joel said, feigning jealousy.

"Not nearly enough times," Rick chuckled, "but not one of those guys could ever compare to you, sexy boy."

"Thanks, I think," Joel laughed.

When they'd finally finished all the food, with only a few spilled grains of rice and some inedible fat from the broccoli beef remaining, Rick gathered up the mess and tossed everything in the kitchen trash can.

"My teeth feel like they're coated in grease," Rick said, gonna brush my teeth. Did you bring your toof brush?" he chuckled.

"As a matter of fact: I did," Joel confessed, "I'll go grab my bag."

Once their teeth were squeaky clean and they'd rinsed with mouthwash, Rick led the way to his bedroom and they undressed quickly.

Both boys were super hard, their cocks wet with excitement as they came together, kissing and pawing at each other like newlyweds on their wedding night. The kissing seemed more passionate this time, the feelings deeper, the pleasure more intense, and soon they were on their way to their first orgasm of the night.

Standing in the middle of Patrick's bedroom, the cold hardwood floor beneath them, the two continued to kiss, shuddering as their bodies convulsed, and their cocks began erupting, coating each other's young firm bodies with their hot sticky seed.

"Oh my God," Joel gasped, "I don't think I've ever come that hard before. It's a good thing the floor here is wood, we're dripping," he said looking down at the mess between them.

"Mmm, who cares," Rick said nuzzling Joel's ear, "it will clean up just fine. Probably be good for the wood. Wood juice for the wood," he laughed.

"Do you have a towel or something...?"

"Yeah, but let me just hold you for a little while longer, okay?"

"Yeah," Joel said dreamily.

After cleaning up a bit, the two retired to Patrick's bed. Unlike the other side of the room, this side featured a large oval rug that covered the space under and around the bed on both sides and at the foot. It was a massive thing, almost covering the entire floor, limited only by it's shape.

"Candles?" Joel said noticing the ambiance Rick had provided.

"Yeah, to make the place smell better, "you like?"

"Yes, I like," Joel said kissing Rick on the nose, then tilting his head up and attacking his lips.

They kissed a while longer, then settled down into bed, Rick on his back with Joel laying in the crook of his arm, his head just below Rick's chin. Rick slowly stroked Joel's hair, occasionally kissing the top of his head, and the younger boy sighed in contentment.

"This is nice," Joel sighed, "I could really get used to this."

"Move in with me," Rick said, causing Joel to tilt his head so he could look into his eyes to see if he was serious or teasing.

He didn't look like he was teasing.

"We just met, I don't think we're ready for that," Joel said softly, "but thanks for the offer."

"Think about it, if you change your mind, the offer stands. That is: unless we suddenly find we are incompatible and hate each other," he chuckled.

"I doubt I could ever hate you, but I'm still getting to know you, and you're still getting to know me. You're a very deep person," he added with a chuckle.

"That's a good thing, right? At least I'm not shallow."

"You're unique, that's what I'm saying, and so far, I like everything I see."

"You're unique too, but...so far I don't think you're all that complex. Which is a good thing," he added quickly, "You're smart, and kind, and a good person, and sexy as hell. Sweet too, very sweet."

"Thanks, but I disagree that I'm not very complex. I have dark corners even I haven't explored yet. I just don't go around exposing all my secrets."

"Hmm, okay. Well, maybe as we get to know each other better, you'll reveal that bad boy side of you," Rick chuckled.

"I didn't say I was bad, just dark," Joel laughed.

"Hmm, okay. So, what say we try to get to know each other better with a '69'?" Rick growled.

"So soon? Oh, what the hell, who am I kidding? I'm already half hard. Just blow on it and it'll spring to life."

This time they went slow, rubbing, fondling, and sucking each other's hard cock, savoring the juices and feasting on one another like two vampires. Except instead of drawing blood, these two suckers were intent on draining their partners balls of it's last vestiges of semen.

Once or twice Rick had let his finger linger over Joel's butthole, causing a moment of concern for him, but Rick never went any further than that, and after a while Joel not only relaxed but mimicked his actions.

"Wet your finger in your mouth and stick it in a little," Rick said, coming up off Joel's cock for a moment.

"Oh, uh...well..."

"Come on, I'm clean, I keep myself clean back there. Never know when someone might come along who wants to fuck me," Rick teased.

Joel didn't answer, instead he did as Rick suggested and brought his finger back to Rick's hole. At first he just rubbed around, hesitating to take the plunge, so to speak, but eventually curiosity got the better of him and he pressed his finger against the spongy grommet.

He was surprised at how pliable it was, and even more surprised when it suddenly gave way, seeming to swallow his finger to the first knuckle.

"Oh," he mumbled around Rick's dick, eliciting a soft chuckle from Rick which could be felt in Joel's dick.

"That's it," Rick gasped then, "deeper, put it all the way in. Yess,"

Encouraged by Rick's moans of apparent delight, Joel did as he was asked and was shocked to find he met hardly any resistance as his finger disappeared deeper into Rick's hole.

"Now, fuck me with it, yeah, like that..." Rick moaned before going back to sucking Joel's dick with renewed enthusiasm.

Joel suddenly felt a bit overwhelmed as he dealt with three sensations at once, Rick's expert suction on his cock, his own mouth on Rick's cock, and his finger sawing in and out of Rick's hot wet hole.

Needless to say, the stimulation was super intense for both boys, and before long Rick was crying out and unloading in Joel's mouth, Joel's cock exploding a second or two later.

Finally, spent and exhausted the boys fell back, Joel's finger slipping out of Rick's hole with an audible plopping noise. Instinctively, Joel inspected his finger to see how dirty it was, but seeing nothing there but what looked like his own spit, he relaxed and fell back down.

"I told you I keep clean back there," Rick said having noticed Joel's inspection.

"I know. I just...I mean I just didn't think it would be that clean."

"Ever been rimmed?" Rick said suddenly, causing Joel to raise his head and stare at him as if he hadn't heard him right.

Of course Joel knew what rimming was. He'd seen it in magazines and read about it in those stories in the books he'd bought out of the bargain bin at the bookstore, but it had always sounded dirty and like something only real sex fiends would do. Sort of like pissing in someone's mouth or licking their feet.

"No," Joel said simply, not wanting to offend Rick if that was his thing.

"You should let me do it to you sometime. I bet you'd like it."

"I dunno, I'd feel weird knowing what comes out of there," Joel chuckled nervously.

"Well, you'd shower first, and you'd be clean. But I bet you're pretty clean right now. I'd be willing to risk it. I bet you taste amazing."

"Maybe sometime, but not now. I'm really tired after that last one. Do you have anything to drink?" Joel said, wanting badly to change the subject.

"Oh, sure...I'll grab us some Cokes. Hang tight," Rick said bouncing out of bed and hurrying across the floor, his semi-erect cock and his balls bouncing along with him.

Joel rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling, feeling happy for the most part, even if a little conflicted. Was he getting in too deep with Rick? Was this really what he wanted, what he needed? Was it a waste of time starting something that might very well end with summer?

Rick returned then, handed Rick an opened bottle of Coke and sat down on the bed next to him. That was fun, don't ya think?"

"Yeah, it was great," Joel said enthusiastically.

"You acted surprised that I took your finger so easily," Rick chuckled, "I can take your dick just as easy."

Joel didn't answer right away. On one hand the thought was kind of exciting, and even though he definitely wanted to try fucking at some point in his life, he wasn't sure about the getting fucked part. And surely if Rick let him fuck him, he'd want to reciprocate.

"That's kind of serious, let's not rush things, okay?"

"Sure, whenever you're ready. I was just offering. So...what shall we do now? Too early for bed, nothing good on TV..."

"I dunno, I can't come again, not for a while anyway," Joel laughed nervously.

"Me either. Hey, do you want to go for a ride on the bike? It's bitching to ride at night, the wind in your hair, the bugs in your teeth," he joked.

"The bug part doesn't sound that good."

I was kidding, keep your visor down and they bounce off it. Although I did have an ugly yellow grasshopper ricochet off my helmet and come up inside my visor once. I almost wrecked trying to get the mother fucker out," he laughed.

"Where would we go?"

"Up Riverside, we could even stop at the park somewhere if you want."

"Actually, that sounds nice. I could use some fresh air."

"Want to ride naked, or shall we get dressed," Rick teased.

"I bet getting hit in the nchest by a bug traveling 60 miles per hour would be painful. I'm gonna dress in jeans and wear my jacket to protect my arms."

"Good thinking," Rick said as he jumped up again and began to dress.

Joel dressed as well, finally lacing on his tennis shoes and digging his windbreaker out of his gym bag. He wasn't even sure why he'd brought it, after all, it was summer and still warm out, but he liked to be prepared, and this time it had paid off.

Rick donned the leather jacket he'd been wearing the first time Joel had met him, and soon they had the cycle out, the garage door closed and locked, and were on their way.

The night air was cool and refreshing as they rode along, and Joel felt a sense of exhilaration and freedom perched behind Rick on the seat, his arms tight around his middle. This felt good too, holding Rick so close, and his earlier fears seemed to fly away in the wind as they zoomed along, the smell of the nearby river overpowering and almost exotic.

"Where does Andy live?" Rick shouted in order to be heard about the whine of the engine and the sound of the wind whizzing by.

"61st," Joel said without thinking.

Rick nodded but didn't turn onto that street when they reached it, instead riding to a rest area just past the turnoff. It was a fairly secluded spot with only a gravel parking lot and no bathrooms, benches or other improvements, and the trail along the river ended here, future expansion a few years away.

Rick parked the bike and waited for Joel to climb off, then he followed him, removing his helmet and hanging it on the handlebars.

"Come on, there's a little path to the river. It's nice here."

"And private," Joel teased, "a good place to commit a murder."

"Should I be worried, or is it you who's worried about me?"

"I'm kidding. If you were gonna kill me, I'd be in your freezer at your house by now," Joel laughed.

"You're too sexy to kill," Rick said slipping an arm around Joel's waste and bumping heads with him.

"You're pretty sexy yourself, mister," Joel said leaning against the older boy and sighing.

"Come on, it's not far," Rick said taking Joel's hand now and leading him across the trail, down a well worn path that led down to the river, and finally onto a sand bar."

Weeds and grass grew in some places as well as a few stunted trees, but the sand bar reached clear out to the river and looked almost like a beach.

The moon wasn't full, but it was bright, the sky clear, and a million twinkling lights filled the night sky. It was beautiful, peaceful, and quiet, except for the sound of an occasional passing car or a creature of the night stirring.

"It's perfect," Joel said sitting and taking his shoes off so he could feel the sand between his toes."

"You're not going swimming are you?" Rick teased, "because the river is like toxic, what with all the oil companies polluting it."

"Nah, just want to feel the sand on my bare feet. Come on, join me."

"Why not?" Rick said pulling off one shoe while balancing on one leg, then repeating the feat with the other foot.

Hand in hand and barefooted, they walked across the sand along the river, drinking in the cool night air and enjoying the moment. Once again, Joel felt free, and a sudden rush of euphoria washed over him as he turned to Rick and smiled.

"Thanks for suggesting this, and for bringing me here."

"Hey, you're the one who suggested we go barefooted," Rick chuckled, "but you're welcome. I used to come here alone and just sit and think. I did a lot of my best thinking here."

"Can I ask you something, something I sort of know the answer to already, but not the details?"

"You mean about my grandparents?"

"Yes, if I'm not being too nosy."

"You're not being too nosy, but it's hard to talk about," Rick sighed and they walked a bit further before he went on, "they were murdered. I don't know if you read about it or saw it on the news or whatever, but they were shot and killed while on vacation in New York. Some punk robbed them, but that wasn't enough...he had to kill them too. And for what? A lousy 50 bucks," Rick said angrily, "they got his ass though, and he's probably gonna get the death penalty. I hope he rots in hell," Rick said, wiping at his eyes with his free hand.

"Oh, Rick, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up," Joel said, stopping to hug the older boy.

"It's okay, I get mad more than sad these days. They were just such nice people though. Who does that kind of shit, who...?"

"No one that's in their right mind," Joel offered, "maybe he was on drugs."

"Well, drugs is no excuse for being a miserable murdering mother fucker. I hate that son of a bitch. I hope the inmates kill him in prison. Suits him right."

"Maybe we should go," Joel suggested.

"Huh, oh...sorry. Didn't mean to mess things up. Nah, let's stay awhile. I need to calm down anyway, and you have a calming effect on me."

Joel didn't know if that was true at the moment, after all, it was his bringing up Rick's grandparents death that had upset him. But he sort of got what Rick meant, because he felt the same way about Rick. He felt calm around Rick, and happy too, especially this evening, well, until he'd derailed things by being too nosey.

"Let's sit," Rick said when they'd come to a downed tree that was large enough to accommodate both of them.

Joel allowed himself to be pulled down on the tree, and Rick snaked an arm around him and leaned in close. He could smell Rick's unique scent, tinged with just a hint of their semen from their two vigorous work out sessions earlier.

"You smell good," Joel said sniffing Rick playfully.

"I do? What do I smell like, cum?" Rick joked.

"A little, but mostly musky and spicy, and sexy as hell. If we could bottle that scent we'd sell a million bottles.

"You're so full of shit," Rick laughed, shoving Joel playfully, then leaning in close he sniffed Joel deeply, "Oh, I see what you mean. You smell great too. Sexy and delicious, like I might eat you all up, right here by the river."

"Well, I don't know about eating, but sucking might be nice," Joel said grinning.

"You sure, you rested enough?"

"I'm 18, not 80, and I can cum more than twice in a day," Joel chuckled.

"Mmm, it's so sexy doing it outside," Rick said dropping to his knees in the sand and clawing at Joel's top button, then his zipper.

Joel helped him get his pants and underwear down to his knees, then he leaned back on the rough bark of the tree and let Rick go at it.

Rick was right, it was sexy doing it outside, staring up at the night sky, feeling the cool night air on his exposed body, and reveling at the feel of Rick's hot wet mouth on his rigid pole.

Moaning as he ran his fingers through Rick's hair, he closed his eyes and tilted his head back, ready to explode at any moment, but trying to prolong the experience of his first outside blowjob for a bit longer.

When he finally exploded in Rick's mouth he cried out, and from somewhere someone or something answered his call, and they both laughed out loud.

"The mating call of the Tulsa Homo," Rick joked.

"What was that?" Joel said, though he really wasn't worried all that much.

"Who knows, but I'm sure it's nothing dangerous."

"Good, cause now it's my turn to suck some dick in the great outdoors.

End Chapter Six

Kewl Dad

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