Date: Sat, 25 Mar 2023 18:09:30 +0000
From: donny mumford <donnymumford@outlook.com>
Subject: INVITED  Chapter 37 ( UNEXPECTED  )   By Donny Mumford

                            Chapter 37

                          ( UNEXPECTED )


Monday night, standing outside the entrance to the 69th Street Mall, Todd
says, "I'm parked right over there, Gary, one row over from where you
parked. Ah, but, um, where do you want to go now?"

Grinning, I mumble, "To buy Tic Tacs, of course. Then, if you want to, we
could drive to the old Sears parking lot. That's where my friend and I
sometimes go to mess around."

As we walk across the access road in front of the mall to the parking
garage, Todd's saying, "Messing around, huh? You mean playing tag or
leapfrog or something?"

Snickering, I mutter, "Or something. It's a secluded area, and the times
we've been there, not a single car has ever pulled in for any reason."

At his car, Todd mutters, "Obviously, I was being facetious about the
messing around remark. You meant making out, right?"

Putting my hand on his shoulder, grinning, I say, "Facetious, eh? That's
not a word you hear every day. Did you know its spelling contains all
five vowels in a row: A, E, I, O, U."

Squinting, his eyes going up to see the word in his mind, Todd goes, "Oh,
yeah, you're right! That's so cool. How'd you know that? Are you some
kind of spelling savant or something?"

Chuckling, I say, "No, not hardly. I heard it from that old guy on a game
show, Pat-somebody, who is the host of Wheel Of Fortune. Mom watched that
show tonight as I put my coat on to go out. I thought it was a cool
factoid to tell my, um, friend. He knows many unusual facts, but maybe
not this one."

Walking toward the cars, he asks, "Friend or boyfriend?"

"Well, yeah, he's my boyfriend."

"Oh, cool. Do I know him?"

Mumbling, "I don't know, Todd, but I'm not sure he'd want me to say. Um,
for now, let's leave it at that. Follow me to the CVS on Berks Street,
okay?"

Pat Summers is the only person who knows Billy and I are boyfriends.
Billy probably won't care if another gay guy knows, but I want to ask him
to be sure.

Gee, though, more importantly, I'm still somewhat shocked that Todd is
gay! I didn't really expect that. What the fuck's going on, ya know?

With Todd following, basically tailgating me the whole way, it's a
fifteen-minute ride to my neighborhood CVS store. Todd lives on the other
side of the high school, in a different neighborhood and school bus
district. That's geographically a pain in the ass and why it would have
been unusual for us to hang out together. I mean, unless we were involved
with one another as gay friends.

Huh, and now we find out that that could have been the case if one of us
had the balls to suggest, um, something. Nah, on second thought, it's
doubtful that either of us would have picked up on some subtle hint of
gay interest from the other. It took Billy pressing the issue of messing
around, and not in a subtle way, before I finally was like, oh, duh,
okay.

At the CVS, getting out of the car, I walk over to Todd's car and say,
"I'll only be two minutes."

Inside the store, I immediately saw Pat. Of course, he'd be here. Dammit!

Oh, now That I step to my right, I can see he had his arm across the
shoulders of some guy who's shorter than him. Their backs are to me as
they're looking at the rack of paperback books and magazines.

No, the shorter guy is not Billy. I'd recognize Billy from his front,
back, or sideways. I don't know who the short guy is, but I assume it's
one of Pat's gay friends from college. As his sister, Jena, would say,
that didn't take Patrick long.

Going up behind Pat, I yank on his ponytail, mumbling, "Excuse me, but
I'd like to get a magazine if you two numbnuts don't mind moving out of
the 'effing way."

Pat laughs and, without turning around, says, "Bud, you don't read
magazines!"

He turns around then, leaving his arm across the other guy's shoulders,
adding, "I'd recognize that youthful voice of yours anywhere."

His other arm goes across my shoulders, and he pulls the other guy and me
against his side, then lets go of us both to say, "Gary, meet Tom Ryan.
Tom, this is my best buddy, Gary Wallingford."

We're best buddies? Already?

Tom and I nod at one another and lightly bump fists muttering, "Hi," and
Pat tells me, "Tom is slumming tonight in our town, Gary. He's from ritzy
Manayunk, near Center City, where rich people live... ha-ha. Ain'tcha
rich, Tom?"

Tom does look rich. He has that look about him, his long stylish
well-barbered hair and gold wire-rimmed round eyeglasses. His casual
oversized Polo Brand crewneck sweater, Lucky Brand designer slim jeans,
and Dunham boat shoes without socks.

Unfortunately for him, and to a lesser degree Pat, all the money in the
world can't buy good looks. Tom's small dark brown eyes are too close
together, his nose is too low on his face, and his thin lips naturally
curve down as if he's sneering at something or someone, perhaps me.

Pat says, "We're taking a break from studying for the fucking finals we
have next week."

Tom blinks a lot. Blinking, he asks Pat, "Is he in high school?"

Yeah, I think he was sneering at me!

Pat laughs, then asks me, "Are you still in high school, Bud?" Then, to
Tom, "He's standing right there. Why don't you ask him, Tommy?"

I say, "No, need to, Tom. I graduated high school, but I'm not in college
presently. I have a full-time job in Philly."

Blinking multiple times, Tom condescendingly says, "Not everyone is cut
out for college, Bud. Um, is it Bud or Gary?"

"It's Gary, but Pat insists on calling me Bud." Then, for something to
fill in the sudden silence, I ask, "So, ah, how's the studying going?"

Pat starts to say something, but Tom interrupts, "It's complicated. I'm,
ah, taking it more seriously than Pat, who is more interested in, um,
well, in other things. I need to get good grades in order to attend a
real college next year."

Then he looks up at Pat with what I assume is Tom's version of a grin,
indicating he was partially kidding about the snotty 'real college'
remark.

Uninterested in furthering this conversation, I nod, "Well, I wish you
good luck with that. I have a friend waiting for me in the car, so I'll
buy what I came in here for and, ah, it was nice meeting you, Tom. See
you later, Pat."

As I turn, Pat says, "The condom display is in the back, Bud."

I snort out a chuckle muttering, "Good to know where it's at, Pat," and
go to the register where all kinds of candy and gum are in wire racks.
Picking up a little plastic container of peppermint Tic Tac breath
fresheners, I put it on the counter and say to the foreign-looking woman
at the register, "A box of Marlboro red, please."

She does a sarcastic snort, rings up the Tic Tacs, and says, "A dollar
nineteen. The cigarettes you can come back for in four or five years."

Bitch!

As I pay for the mints, I hear Pat say behind me, "I'll have a box of
Marlboros."

The lady says, "Some ID, please," and Pat shows his phony ID. She rolls
her eyes, then sells Pat the cigarettes, which Pat pays for, then sticks
the box of Marlboros in my back pocket as the lady makes a face and
mumbles with an unidentifiable accent, "It makes no difference to me what
you do with them, smart ass. I'm just obeying the law."

Tom says, "C'mon, Pat! Buy what you came for, and let's go already."

Pat ignores that and grins at me, "Have a nice night, Bud."

"Hey, thanks for the cigarettes, Pat!" I walk out thinking, what a nice
gesture.

At Todd's car, I told him, "I got the Tic Tacs, so I figured I might as
well buy cigarettes too."

Todd smiles and mumbles, "You might be too much of a bad boy for me to
handle."

"That's very doubtful, Barns," and I squeeze his arm.

It feels strange being in a kind of leader, guy/guy role tonight. Yeah,
if anything develops between Todd and me, I'll need to be the guy/guy.
Holy shit, me the guy/guy!

I think about that as I drive to the Sears parking lot. Turning onto Oak
Street, the high school on my left, I get an idea and pull over near the
outdoor basketball courts. Todd pulls up tight behind me. I thought he
was going to run into me for a second there.

It's silly that both of us drive there. Putting the car in park, I hop
out and walk back to his driver's side open window to tell Todd, "How
about if you leave your car here and ride the rest of the way with me?"

He says, "No, I'll be happy to drive, Gary. Um, what are we doing? I'm
not sure what we'll do there, um, at the Sears parking lot."

What would a guy/guy say to that? I smile and mumble, "Well, hell, I'm
not sure either, but let's go there and find out."

He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, then nods his head,
muttering, "Yeah, let's see."

He doesn't seem to be the best driver of all time. Still, I don't want to
hurt his feelings, so I park my car across the street from the basketball
courts, get out and get in the passenger seat of Todd's four-year-old
Toyota, saying, "Almost a year ago now, I was just like you, wondering
what was up with having sexy feelings for guys. A friend guided me to
some gay-type messing around, starting with a kiss, and it was a
revelation. It was also cool, and I liked it. It took some time, but
we've been boyfriends for almost a year now. You'll never know until you
try, um, whatever."

He gulps as he drives away from the curb, almost side-swapping the car
parked next to him, saying, "Maybe I'm not gay. I mean, I've never
actually done anything gay, um, except in my mind."

Am I pushing him into something just because I, way back when, thought
Todd would be a guy I'd try kissing with? It feels as if I'm taking
advantage of him.

Hmm, maybe I'm not cut out for the guy/guy role, so after a minute, I
say, "Well, I was thinking we could try making out like gay friends, but
we don't have to do that now. Maybe some other time. Ah, you know, maybe
try that after you give it more thought. Let's get something at DQ, and
we'll do the Sears parking lot some other time."

Sounding relieved, he says, "Yeah, okay, if that's what you think is
best."

He drives around the block and heads back the way we came, muttering, "I
feel as if I'm ruining your night, Gary. Sorry."

Trying to be funny, I act as we did as high schoolers in the lunch line,
"Oh, um, I mean, what are you going to buy at DQ?"

He snickers, "Oh, just like in the lunch line when, for something to say,
we used to ask each other what we're going to buy for lunch, right?"

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking, ha-ha."

Todd's quiet for a few seconds, then he goes, "Ya know, I don't want a
Dairy Queen. Can we go to the Sears parking lot? I've gotta find out
sometime if kissing a guy is as cool or hot as I expect it will be."

He's more courageous than I was a year ago, but then he's a year older
than me, so, um. Yeah, but I don't 'effing know.

Well, whatever, I need to step up here and be a better guy/guy, so I say,
"Me too, Barns; I want to find out what it's like to make out with you,
but only if you're sure you're up for it."

"I'm up for it, but Goddamn, I might pee my pants. Would that be
alright?"

We both chuckle, then I think I should do something encouraging, so I
squeeze the back of his neck and ruffle his hair, saying, "You're doing
great.". He hunches his shoulders mumbling, "That gave me chills."

That's a good sign.

Tailgating an old woman driving a Volkswagen, we're going around the
block again, Todd driving back the way we came a second time. He says,
"I'm pretty sure I'd never find a better guy to try this with than you,
Gary. And you made me feel good saying you wanted to try it with me, but
I'm wondering what your mystery boyfriend might think about you doing it
with me. How's that work?"

Good question. I'm still working that out.

Shrugging, I tell him what Pat and Billy more or less told me, "Gay
friends can mess around a little even when they have a boyfriend. Um, if
you love your boyfriend and your messing around is, ah...

He goes, "Uh-huh, is what?"

I go, "Hmm. Well, if it's without significance other than just having
fun, then what's the harm, ya know?"

Oh, Christ, that even sounds to me like a bunch of rationalized bullshit.
Still, my messing around with Pat didn't significantly change my love for
Billy. Not really, but it got me thinking that if Billy and I broke up,
which we won't, Pat would be a good option, better than good. So that
right there is something I need to think about some more, more than I
have thus far.

Todd mumbles, "If you say so, but I'm not sure I'd feel that way if I was
in love with someone."

I mutter, "Yeah, well, whatever. Turn here; it's a shortcut."

At the parking lot, I'm directing him to drive behind the dumpster as he
mutters, "It's pitch black."

I mumble, "Yeah, but this is an okay spot right here. No, watch it, be
careful; you almost hit the dumpster. Kill the lights."

The temperature is near seventy, so our side windows are down. "You can
turn off the engine too,"

When he does, we hear rustling sounds. Todd looks at me, and I shrug,
"Critters in the night, that's all." Then, right next to my window, an
animal scurries down the side of the dumpster, scaring the shit out of
me. I yell,  "Fucking squirrel!"

Todd laughs, then I do too, muttering, "Nothing in that old dumpster to
eat you numbnut squirrel."

"I don't think that was a squirrel, Gary. Whatever it was, the damn thing
could have jumped right in through your window."

He parked too close to the dumpster, but I said it was an okay spot, so
it's my 'effing fault. I say, "Actually, Todd, we're too close to the
dumpster. I can't open my door enough to get out. My fault, but could you
get us further away from the dumpster?"

"Oh, sure, Gary. I thought we were probably too close," and he maneuvers
the car back, forward, and then again. Now he's parking too far away from
the dumpster, so far away it's not hiding the car now. Oh boy, I suck as
the guy/guy!

"Is this okay, Gary?"

"Um, ah, yeah, this is perfect."

Turning off the engine, we sit here for three seconds, and then Todd
snickers and mumbles, "Maybe a DQ would have been a better idea."

Chuckling, I go, "The hell with that! Let's get in the back seat. In the
front seats, the steering wheel is in the way."

Doors are slamming, and then we're sitting in the back bucket seats.
Shaking my head slightly, I almost laugh at myself, then mumble, "At
least there's no steering wheel. Um, some cars have a bench seat in the
back."

Todd rubs the back of his hand across his nose, then mutters, "Uh-huh, I
guess. What's next?"

Sucking on a few Tic Tacs, I laugh because this isn't going as smoothly
as I envisioned. To remind him why we're here, I say, "You didn't
recognize the kiss I gave you earlier because it was too quick and
unexpected. And I assume you're still wondering what it would be like to
kiss a guy, right?"

He shakes his head, "No, not really," and we both laugh, sounding
nervous. Yeah, but what would Billy do?

I mutter, "Ah, I'm assuming that's a lie, Todd," then, stalling, I go,
"First of all, do you want me to call you Todd or Barns? Let's get me
straight on that."

He says, "Todd sounds too, ah, too pretentious. Everyone except my folks
calls me Barns. I mean, friends at Penn do, anyway. Um, yep, that's what
they called me."

Nodding, I mumble, "Okay, slide over to the edge of your seat, Barns."

Snickering, he slides to the edge of his seat near the door. I give him a
smirking look, raised eyebrows and all.

Grinning, he mumbles, "Sorry," and slides back to me.

"Barns, I was hoping you'd be a tad more enthusiastic about this."

"I'm nervous, Gary, but I want to do it."

"We're only kissing, for Christ's sake!"

"Yes, but I'm hoping for more after the kissing."

Maybe he should be the guy/guy. At this point, I'd consider it a
significant accomplishment if we did one serious kiss tonight, never mind
hoping for more.

And, staring at Todd, I can't help but wonder what it was about him that
made him number two on my list of guys I'd try kissing with if invited.
He's okay looking, but nothing special. Well, as I thought earlier, it
had to have been that he and I were both shy, a little socially backward,
but also friendly and nice. You know, and not at all intimidating.

The thing is, though, he's not as shy or as backward socially as I recall
him being a year ago. Well, I'm not either, but whatever. I'm feeling
responsible for not letting him down with this. And, yes, I'm using that
catch-all word 'whatever' a lot because I don't know what I'm doing.

With both of us at the edge of our bucket seats, I try smiling
encouragingly. Then, unsteadily, I hold his head between my hands. When I
move my head until our noses are almost touching, he closes his eyes.
That's cool, so I give his lips a soft kiss.

Yeah, jeez, nice lips on this guy. He doesn't move his head, so after two
seconds of hesitation, I do a juicy sucking kiss, our noses rubbing
together as his fingers dig into either side of my waist.

Moving my head back slightly, I watch Todd's eyelids flutter, but he
still doesn't move his head, so I lick across his lips and do another
kiss that's sloppier than the last, and now his lips part as he does a
quiet, "Mmm,' moan. My tongue slides across his bottom teeth and then his
tongue before another sucking kiss ending with my lips sucking and
pulling out his upper lip.

He still shows no inclination to move his head away, so I ruffle the hair
on the back of his head and kiss him one last time, then move my head
back. His eyes open, looking dreamy, as he pushes at his crotch and
murmurs, "Could you do some more?"

Just now realizing I've also got a boner in my pants, I concentrate on
not gasping, doing a little fake cough instead, mumbling, "Sure, but try
kissing back this time."

Even after taking my hands away, he continues leaning his head near mine,
blushing a little, saying, "Oh, of course. I feel so stupid for not doing
that, but I thought I'd get in the way of your kissing. It was so
perfect, Gary; I didn't want it to end."

Wow, very flattering, but was I ever as clueless as him? Who would think
being kissed was what making out is? Grinning, I say, "Kissing back is
part of making out. It makes it even better."

The tip of his pink tongue licks swiftly across his bow-shaped lips,
"Right, I knew that, but, um..."

"That's okay, here we go," and I lean forward and kiss him with him
sucking slightly on my lips, the tip of his tongue between his lips,
saliva mixing around our mouths. Hell, I think he did okay for a guy who
is only used to kissing his mom.

He's not done, though. Now his arms go around my neck, his face pressing
against mine, our noses squishing against each other's cheeks as we do a
thirty-second sloppy, scorching kiss that I finally need to slide my lips
away to take a deep breath. Todd kept his head there, holding the sides
of our cheeks together and not letting up the tight hold around my neck.

When he sees I'm finished with that kiss, he gasps and inhales, then
murmurs, "It was exactly as I fantasized. Well, better than that,
actually."

He finally lets go of my neck; we sit back a little, our faces red and
hot, my dick a flag pole in my jeans. Trying for cool, I clear my throat,
then say, "Yeah, well, I fantasized the same thing back, um, before, ah,
I tried it with my friend."

He snorts a brief laugh, then says, "I think I might have cum in my
jockey shorts. Jeez, how embarrassing."

"It's probably only precum, Barns."

"Yeah, I hope you're right, but that was; I mean, you were fabulous. Your
boyfriend must love doing that with you!"

Hmm, I don't remember if, in the early going, Billy and I ever had as hot
a make-out as that short one with Todd, er, Barns. Can that be? No! It
must be simply a different perspective being the guy/guy, the leader, the
teacher.

I'm like, "Are you sure this is your first time kissing another guy? If
so, you're a quick study!"

"Yes, you're my first kissing friend, Gary. It's hard to imagine a better
one than you. I just somehow knew that you'd be perfect for my first real
kiss!"

Holy shit, I better watch out. I don't want to get a big head, ha-ha.
Wait, didn't I say almost the same thing to Billy about a hundred times?
Him being perfect for me.

Anyway, thankfully, my boner is receding, so I can sit around in the
seat, both feet on the floor. A little smug, I shrug, "You'll only think
I'm the best until the next guy you make out with. Then you'll see I'm
nothing special."

He makes a face, "I doubt that. Damn, ha-ha, it feels squishy wet in my
shorts, but you're right; it's only precum. Here's an embarrassing
experience I once had. Ah, the first time I jerked off at eleven or
twelve, I thought getting precum on my fingers was all there was to it."

I'm not sure what to say to that. Then he goes, "Anyway, ha-ha, um, can I
blow you now? That's something I've been dying to try. Dumb, huh?"

Holy shit! I go, "You've never done that or anything else with another
guy, right?"

"Nope, I haven't. Blowing somebody looks pretty straightforward, though.
Not complicated at all. At least, that's how it looks online from the gay
porn videos I've been looking at for years."

There's more nervous chuckling from him. I must have a startled
expression on my face, though, because, all of a sudden, he looks serious
and adds, "I just need to keep my teeth covered, right? That's the most
important part."

Nodding my head, I sputter, "Um, yeah, uh-huh. Ah, do you mean right
now?"

Todd says, "If you think it's okay, yeah. I'd really like to see what
that's like. I look at the blowjobs done on the 'Barely Legal' porn site,
and their young penises look kind of, ah, well, clean and cool. This one
guy shot off a big load, and the white creamy cum bubbled out of the
other guy's mouth. It was so hot I, um, well, you know, I whacked off
like a madman."

Holy shit, this is nothing like Billy and my first experience; not even
close. Am I in over my head again? And this time, as the supposed
guy/guy. What the fuck?

He's looking expectantly at me, so I say, "Oh, um, you've taken me by
surprise, Todd, er, Barns. I mean, sure, let's do it. I like sucking a
guy's dick too."

He looks worried, "No, I meant me sucking your dick. That's my fantasy;
being the guy who sucks cock and has the creamy cum drooling out my
mouth."

"Oh, ha-ha, sure. That's what I thought you meant."

Without prompting, he gets off the seat and, squeezing between the front
and back seats, kneels on the floor, then awkwardly tries to walk on his
knees in front of me. I go, "Wait. Let me see if this seat goes back."
Then, "Nope, it doesn't move."

Squeezing between my knees, he mumbles, "That's okay, Gary. This is good,
um, if you'd pull your pants down now, I can, ya know, reach, um,
everything..."

Partially standing, a foot on either side of Todd, I struggle my pants
down below my ass and sit back down on the cold artificial leather seat,
my flaccid dick looking small, lying on the seat between my legs.

Todd looks up at me, "Good. I was afraid you might have a huge dick like
some of the male models."

I mutter, "It's cold on this 'effing seat. My dick is normally bigger,
heh-heh than this. When it's cold, it's like being in the water, and your
dick shrinks."

Snickering, he mumbles, "It's not cold, Gary; it's like seventy degrees.
But, no problem, a small dick is better to practice on anyway."

That pisses me off!

"What the fuck are you talking about? I don't have a small dick; it's an
average size penis."

Delicately picking it up with his thumb and forefinger, he says, "I'm
kidding with you! Joking around. My dick isn't much bigger than this.
Well, it is bigger, but not like, um, twice the size of yours or
anything."

He strokes what's left of my foreskin back and forth, mumbling, "Holding
your dick doesn't feel as weird as I thought it would."

Stroke, stroke, stroke on my dick as he stares at it, mumbling, "It's so
pinkish/white. Mine is darker."

Rolling my eyes at him, he smiles, "This is so cool, Gary, but could you
slide a little forward on the seat?"

I slide forward a few inches, and he adds his middle finger to the
stroking as the fingers of his other hand slip under my ball sack, then
pulls it forward, his thumb feeling around for my nuts. I go, "Umm," as
my dick gets hard.

Staring intently at what he's doing, he mumbles, "Gary, I can't believe
how natural it feels to play with your cock and balls like this," and he
puts pressure on my lower nut. I grunt, "Ahh," and he adds,  "It's almost
like messing around with my own, only better. I hardly remember touching
Phillip's."

Before I can ask about Phillip's dick, whoever he is, Todd looks up at me
to show me how he's exaggeratingly covering his perfect teeth with his
kissable lips. He drops his head and closes his mouth on my fairly hard
boner, clamping on it below the head, then with good pressure on the
shaft, he goes down on it all the way, his nose poking into my belly just
above my pubic hair.

The head of my dick pokes the back of his throat as my eyes open wide,
and my hands, on their own, do what almost everybody's hands do when
getting their dick sucked; they hold onto the guy's head.

Todd drags his tight lips up as I stifle a moan. He's doing okay until
his upper lip slips off his teeth, and his front teeth scrap my hardening
cock. I go, "Ow!" and he pulls his mouth off my boner, "Sorry! Damn. I
don't know what happened there, but I finally did it! I had a guy's penis
in my mouth."

He sits up, still holding my still-hard dick in his fingers, his back
against the back of the front passenger seat, saying again, sounding
excited, "I finally had a guy's penis in my mouth! What a rush that was."

He's very animated, his face shining as he looks at me... expecting
something, what? Approval, encouragement? Well, I suppose a good guy/guy
might think of doing that, but what I say is, "Do you still think my dick
is small?"

We both look at it in its full five-inch glory. Todd goes, "I was only
kidding you about that. I really like your dick, Gary. It's perfect.
Mine's the same, pretty much. I was just joking around about it being
small. That's what we all do, right?"

I go, "Of course. Ha, I was joking too. Jeez! Um, yeah, but when was the
last time you were joking around about a guy's dick size?"

He's absently still slowly stroking my boner, saying, "Not for years,
actually. There were three of us in seventh grade who jerked each other
off. That was the last time I touched anyone's dick. It was Phillip's
long dick, and we were joking about our different dick sizes. Brian
Crawford has this little tiny one. Heh-heh."

Damn, his stroking feels so good. I shrug, "Oh, uh-huh. Actually, I
missed out on the young teen circle jerk. You were more courageous than
me at that age. So, that was six or seven years ago, huh?"

Nodding, he asks, "Yep, a long time ago. Um, would you think it gross of
me if I took my dick out and jerked off while I'm blowing you? That's
what some of the gay models do."

His constant mindless stroking on my hard dick has me squirming on the
seat as I grunt, "No problem. Go ahead."

Letting go of my boner, he mutters, "Thanks," then struggles in his
awkward position to get his pants down. He says, "I feel so relaxed with
you, Gary. I can't thank you enough for letting me do this with you,
seriously."

With his jeans and underpants halfway down his thighs, his flaccid
six-to-seven-inch dick flops out at its significantly above-average size!
I'm average; he's way above average, but not as much as Pat. From locker
room experience, I know that the size of a person, me being taller than
Todd, for example, has nothing necessarily to do with the size of an
individual's penis.

Thankfully, I keep all that nonsense to myself. Todd has had as much gym
shower experience as me and knows all that as well as I do. He pulls on
his dick, saying, "See, I'm bigger than you, but not monumentally so,"
and he strokes himself using his fist. I watch, longing to suck that
awesome-looking cock of his.

His penis was soft, though, so it's a little disappointing Todd didn't
get aroused the way I do when a guy's dick is in my mouth, but I'm
enjoying myself. Todd says, "So, how do you think I'm doing so far?"

See, the girl/guy needs encouragement from his guy/guy. I nod, "I'm
impressed, Barns. Are you ready to, you know, get back to it, so to
speak?"

Continuing to stroke his pecker with his right hand, he picks up mine in
his left, mumbling, "Oh yeah, and I'll be more careful this time."

Then, again he exaggerates, covering his teeth with his lips before
clamping down on my semi-hard dick and then going up and down on it,
getting me sucking on my lips, grunting, "Ah, ah, ah, good Barns, umm."

Both Billy and Pat have sucked on my dick a little bit, but not much. It
wasn't like they were doing a real hard blow job like Barns is doing.
We'll talk about him incorporating some licking and sucking on the head
and so forth later.

I'm like, "Umm, oh, fuck," my fingers going through his hair as his head
bobs up and down until my body gets stiff; I grunt, "Ahh, ooh," and blow
my load in his mouth.

Bubbling creamy cum does not come out past his lips, though. I watch his
small Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows three times, then, with his
face squished up, his eyes tightly closed, he pulls off my softening cock
and strokes his long-looking boner fast and hard until, "Um, ahh," he
shoots off and a blur of a cum hits the front of the seat between my
legs.

He's shaking for a second, then opening his eyes, he smiles and licks his
lips, saying, "Yes! Fantastic! It was everything I hoped it would be.
Thank you, thank you, Gary!"

Wow, I don't think I ever got as excited as that. Well, I know I didn't
because it took weeks after kissing before I hesitantly tried blowing
Billy. Hmm, maybe I'm a much better guy/guy than Billy was. Ha-ha, I know
that's not it. It's Todd! He's way more courageous than I was.

Shaking his head, he struggles to stand in his cramped situation, saying,
"I don't think anything in my life ever went as well the first time doing
it as my first time blowing a guy."

I'm forcing myself to look away from his dick, mumbling, "You deserve all
the credit."

Pulling up his pants, he excitedly says, "Omigod, I'd love to have blown
my roommate, Buster, but I knew he'd never go for it. Thanks, Gary. Um,
do you think we can do this again sometime?"

As I'm pulling my pants up, I mutter, "Sure, if you want to, but I'd be
just as happy sucking you off. Or, we could do the anal messing around."

"Oh, Gawd! My number one dream of the last five years is taking a guy's
big hard cock up my ass, but I felt I needed to do the blowjob first. Oh,
and um, and your dick qualifies, Gary. Don't get hung up on my kidding
about its size earlier."

Well, who the 'eff is the guy/guy here anyway? Maybe we don't need a
guy/guy. Yeah, how would that work? Interesting.

I'm pissed off again, though, so I say, "Christ, do you think I'm ten
years old, Todd? I'm not hung up on your joking around about my average,
well, slightly above average, size dick. Not at all."

Nodding, he goes, "Do you mind me asking how old you are?"

"No, I don't mind. I'm eighteen as of a few months ago; why?"

Shaking his head slightly, he goes, "Oh, no reason especially, but how'd
you graduate at seventeen?"

Why did he ask my age? Did I do or say something that sounded immature?
I'm not being assertive enough! I gave him a brief explanation of
starting grade school a year early because we lived in a rural area and,
blah, blah, blah.

"Oh, so that's why you're taking a year off before starting college?"

I'm still thinking about sucking his dick, so I sputter, "Oh, uh-huh, um,
yeah, whatever. Ah, I mean, I'm going to community college in the fall.
So, um, are you sure no one has ever sucked you off?"

Todd shrugs, "No, and that would be cool too, but I really like the
submissive role better. I don't have a dominant bone in my body, and
certainly not that one," grabbing his junk and chuckling.

This is nothing like I thought Todd, er, Barns would be like. Between all
his chuckling and giggling, he seemed very comfortable with our messing
around when I would have expected the opposite reaction from him. The
high school Todd I knew was not like this at all. On the other hand, why
do I care? I have no interest in being the top guy with Billy, but it
might be fun being that with Todd.

Looking over at me, he looks serious again, "This is probably boring for
you, Gary. I appreciate very much that you're being so nice about it."

"You know, Barns, I'm not all that experienced myself. As I told you, I'd
had a boyfriend for only about six months. Before that, I messed around
with him for a few months, but that's my total gay experience. Nothing
before that at all!"

No sense in confusing the issue by mentioning the childish messing around
George and I did.

Nodding, Todd goes, "That's exactly what I thought, but it's much more
experienced than me, and you're being a tremendous help. I'm not sure if
we've done, you know, enough for a first date. I mean, would gay guys,
gay friends, do more than we've done? We did some kissing, which was
fabulous, and then I blew you while jerking off, which was over-the-top
fantastic. I don't want to be pushy, so I don't know if a normal, as you
say, messing around should include more, um, messing around."

Hmm, the thing is, we've both blown our loads ten minutes ago and what
could I do with him during the next half hour or so while my balls
recharge? Then, I think... do I even have a condom with me?

I say, "There are no rules about how much first-time messing around is
proper, not that I'm aware of, Barns. Let me check something," and I pull
my wallet out. Nope, no condom. Looking at him, I shrug, "I don't have a
condom, so..."

"No? Well, that's okay. Lots of the porn guys don't use a condom."

"Well, we're using one. The first time taking it up the ass, a condom is
absolutely mandatory. The models, off camera, probably lube up, ya know?"

He excitedly says, "Okay, but you're saying that you will do it with me,
right? How about tomorrow night? It'll be so awesome, Gary! Please!"

I'm like, "Maybe. It depends on what my boyfriend is doing tomorrow
night. I'll text you. No, better yet, you text me after you've thought
about it some more. Make sure you want to do it. You know, it might be
painful for you. It is for lots of guys, so think about that too."

He claps his hand, saying, "I'm excited, Gary! Thank you. I'll text you.
What time should I do that? When do you get home from work?"

I go, "Calm down! I need to tell you this. Full disclosure. It'll be the
first time for both of us. I've never been the guy/guy, um, the top
before. So, there's that too."

Shrugging, "What's a guy/guy?"

Shaking my head, "Nothing. I meant the top guy doing the, um, anal
fucking."

He nods, "Okay, but like blowing a guy, fucking looks pretty simple. It's
not complicated as far as I've seen. Right? Anyway, I know you'll do it
perfectly, and, um, your dick isn't monstrously large, so it's a good one
for my first time."

He'll find out that my boner will feel like a log going up his ass, but
I'm psyched to do this, too, so I'll keep that to myself.

I say, "You might want to clean off your cum shot from the front of the
seat there," and motion with my finger between my legs.

Snickering, he goes, "It'll dry and flake off. My old man would never
guess what it is."

Todd is nothing as I expected and definitely not the neat knick Billy is.

Hmm, I really want to suck him off, though. I say, "It's still pretty
early. Let's get out so I can smoke a cigarette; then, in a little while,
after sucking on some Tic Tacs, I'll suck you off to show you some
technique you might find that comes in handy when you have a boyfriend."

His eyes open wide, "Really? Do you mean we're not done? Hot shit! I'm
very interested in that. Sure, thanks!"

What happened to the Todd I knew in high school?

As we're getting out of the car, he says, "You're as good a guy as I
always thought you were, Gary. I can't even put into words how much this
means to me. Getting experience with you will allow me to follow up on
this guy, Nick O'Reilly, who I think was coming on to me last semester.
Well, he asked if I wanted to hang out, but I got the distinct impression
it was more than that, and we're both taking an advanced physics course
this summer, so... "

Yeah, I forgot he's a brainiac. Being a physics brainiac doesn't mean
he's a brainiac in everything, though. He's only in grade school, no
middle school, in his gay messing around lessons. He graduated grade
school by passing the kissing test and is ready to graduate from the
middle school blowjob course.

Lighting a cigarette, I'm like, "So, have you ever tried smoking
cigarettes?"

To be continued...           donnymumford@outlook.com

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