Date: Thu, 29 Aug 2013 13:53:24 -0500 From: Jim 002 Subject: My Peculiar Life Chapter Four My Peculiar Life By jim002@outlook.com Copyright 2013 by jim002@outlook.com Please donate to nifty: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story is fiction. None of the characters are based on real people. Four I made it through security and walked to my gate. I sat. A kid was watching the Flintstones on a tablet next to me. I called Joe. "I'm at the airport. Should I take a cab to your house?" "No. I'll pick you up. When are you supposed to land?" "Three-fifty." "OK. Call me when you land and tell me your gate, if it changes. I'll be waiting." "Love you." "I love you, Gary." I called Mom. "Hi, Tom dropped me off. I'm at the airport." "OK, honey. Call me when you get to Joe's house. Love you." "I love you. Bye." I looked around and saw a very handsome man with a beard staring right at me. He looked Latino. He had a very serious expression on his face. I looked away, but when I looked again, he was still looking at me. I wondered why he was staring. They started boarding passengers a few minutes later. I finally got to my seat. I was sitting next to the handsome man who had been staring at me. He was in a navy-blue suit. This time he grinned at me. I smiled at him. I wasn't sure what to do with my bag. Then I saw people putting them above the seats. I put mine in the space above my seat and sat down. I was very nervous for several reasons. I was flying for the first time I could remember. I was going to meet who I hoped would be my lover. I had told my Dad I was gay, and he might be telling my mother right at that moment. She might freak to know I was flying to meet my stepfather's gay brother. My stomach was getting upset. I noticed movement and looked at the man sitting next to me. He was moving his finger over his pant leg. I realized he was rubbing his cock with his finger. He had an erection. I gulped. I looked at his face. He was smiling at me. "My name is Luis." He spoke with an accent. "I'm Gary." "Are you in high school? I nodded. "You are very cute, Gary." "So are you." He grinned at me. He kept running his finger over his erection and I kept watching. He stopped when people walked by. We took off and Luis whispered, "Do you want to see it?" I nodded and he smiled at me. The plane started moving. "No one should go by when we are taking off." I nodded. He pulled his stiff cock out of his pants. It wasn't as big as Tom's, but it was bigger than mine. I thought it was really nice. It was a pretty brown shade with a long foreskin. He was hard, but the foreskin completely covered the head and was closed at the tip. "Do you like it?" "Oh, yeah!" "Do you want to suck me?" I gulped. I did, but I couldn't. I had two lovers. "I can see you want to." He pulled the foreskin back. I watched as the head of his dick appeared. "If you won't suck it, will you jack me off?" That sounded better. Less like cheating on Tom and Joe. "OK." "When they announce that we can walk in the cabin, get up and walk to the lavatory at the rear of the plane. Go in and sit. I will wait a bit, then go. I will knock once. You open the door and let me in." "OK." He grinned at me. Good lord, he was good-looking! He put it back in his pants. I sat there and worried. I should say I didn't want to do it. The problem was, I really, really did. I wanted to suck him. I kept glancing at his crotch. He was still hard. "Soon," he whispered. I nodded. They made the announcement. "Go on," he said. I got up and walked back past the seats. I saw the door and went inside. It was a really small bathroom. A few seconds later, I heard a knock. I sat and he opened the door. He stood between my legs and closed the door. "Take it out." I did. I reached into his pants. He wasn't wearing underwear. I pulled his cock out. "Pull my balls out, too." I did. They were smooth. "If you won't suck my cock, will you suck my balls?" That sounded less sexual. I did. While I sucked them, he rubbed his cock back and forth over my cheek. "Nice. Now make me come." I let one of his balls slip from my mouth. I began jacking him off. He sighed. I wrapped one hand around his balls and held them while I jacked him off. After a couple of minutes, he said, "I'm going to come. Open your mouth." "What?" "Shh. There's nowhere else." I looked around and didn't see anywhere. "It's better than getting covered with my cum. Maybe. Never mind, Gary. I want to see you with my cum all over you." Yikes! I opened my mouth. He pushed the head of his dick into my mouth. "Close around it so none will get on your clothes." I did, and started stroking him again. I moved my tongue over the head and he hissed, "Yes!" A few seconds later, a spurt of cum hit the back of my throat. I groaned. Another hit, and another. I started swallowing. "That's it, amigo. Eat that good stuff. Yes. Yes." It slowed, then stopped. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and squeezed cum out of it. "Stick your tongue out." I did and he wiped the last of his spunk onto my tongue. I closed my mouth and swallowed again. I stared at his still hard dick. I saw the hole at the end open, and a little more of his white sperm oozed out. I leaned forward and licked it up. "Have more, amigo. Suck. I will feed you another helping of tasty cream." I decided I had done enough. "No, thanks." "Too bad. We both want it." He took a card out of his pocket. He handed it to me. "Luis Mendosa. Discreet Personal Service," it said, along with two phone numbers. "What does Personal Services mean?" He rubbed his cock-head over my lips. I licked my lips. "You like the clear stuff?" I nodded. "I'm an escort," he whispered. "What does that mean?" "It means I am an expensive date for hire." He continued rubbing his cock against my lips. There was more of his precum for me. I licked the precum and my tongue went over the head of his cock. He moaned. "Tongue the slit and you'll get more of the clear stuff." I did and I could tell he was right. Some of it ran down my tongue. He sighed. "I usually charge one-hundred dollars for what we did. Sometimes much more. Some people are willing to pay a lot for my jizz. Are you sure you don't want more? That's two-hundred dollars worth of cum for free, Gary." "Oh, god! I could catch something!" "No, no!" he said. "Who would pay to catch a disease? I am very careful and I get tested twice a month." I sighed and nodded. "What is your name?" "Gary." "I mean your full name." He reached down and groped me. His cock was pressed against my face as he did it. I was very hard. He pulled his hand away. "Gary.Flintstone." Luis laughed. "I've seen your father on TV!" He rubbed the head of his cock over my lips, again. I almost opened my mouth. "Do you have a lover?" I asked him. He pushed his cock in my mouth while it was open. I back off it. He sighed. "No. I had one. He came to dislike my job." I nodded. I could understand that. "Don't you need to save your.stuff.for your job?" "Not for the client I am seeing in Virginia. I'll fuck him with a condom. He won't care if there isn't any cum in it. Maybe I will tell him about you while I fuck him. Thinking about feeding you two loads of jizz will keep me very hard. He will go crazy and will probably give me a big tip." "Oh." "Do you live in Dallas?" "Yes." "Can you still taste it?" "Yes." "And you like it." "You are trying to get me addicted and make me a customer." "Mwa-ha-ha!" he said, rubbing his hands together. I laughed. "I only charge clients, Gary. I go on dates and do normal things like everyone else." I was looking at his dick and I watched a drop of clear precum form on the end. He rubbed his dick over my lips again, coating them with the clear juice. I kept my mouth closed. He put his dick away and opened the door. I licked the precum off my lips. I sighed. It tasted good and I wanted more. I wanted to suck him. Why couldn't I have met him two days earlier, I wondered. Then I would have jumped at the chance to suck him. I waited a few seconds and then left and went back to my seat. Not long after that, the stewardess served us drinks. "Call me, Gary. My number is on the card." "I can't." "Why not?" "I'm in a relationship. Two, actually," I whispered back. Luis laughed. "Congratulations! And three is one too many?" "Definitely." "Do they know about each other?" "Yes." "Do they both fuck you?" I was a little uncomfortable at that point. But I could still taste his cum. It was silly to pretend we were strangers. "Yes." "Oh, man! I would love to watch! Are they classmates?" "No. They are both much older than me." "Oh, man! A cute young guy like you needs a couple of older men to teach you about life and fuck your brains out." I chuckled, nervously. "You said they both fuck you. Do they--- share you?" I nodded again and he groaned. "Oh, fuck! I can picture you stuffed with two cocks. One at each end of you!" He felt my crotch. I was hard, of course. Then he took my hand and placed it on his crotch. I squeezed him and pulled my hand away. He tried to get me back into the lavatory. Eventually, Luis gave up and the really weird part was I was disappointed by that, even while I was wishing at the time he would stop. The rest of the plane trip was uneventful, but we were both hard the entire time. We landed and I walked into the airport. I saw Joe and ran up to him and hugged him. When we pulled apart, I realized Luis was standing next to us. "I'm Luis." Luis handed Joe a card. "Take good care of Gary," he said and walked away. Joe looked at the card and looked at me. "A friend?" "I'll tell you in the car." We walked out of the airport. I hoped Joe wouldn't be irritated, but I decided to tell the truth. I told him when we were getting into his car. "You are kidding!" "No. That's what happened." "Wow! Nothing like that has ever happened to me." "You aren't upset, are you?" "No. You didn't do anything wrong. In your place, I would have done the same thing. Maybe more." Joe looked around. Then he leaned over and pulled my mouth to his. We kissed, briefly. Then he started the car. "How did his cum taste?" "I liked it." "You should have had more." I was surprised he said that. "I didn't want to be unfaithful to you or Tom. I felt bad enough as it was." "We would have understood." "I don't. Why would you understand?" Joe sighed. "Because we have done crazy things. You are very young. You are entitled to experience things. If you didn't want to do it, that's fine. But if you did." "I don't understand. Do you mean I should have sex with other people?" "Just in this case. You had already eaten his spunk. What difference would a little more have made?" "That's what he said. Three or four times." "I wouldn't want you to start seeing him. I don't mean that. And I definitely don't want you having unsafe sex." "Yeah. OK." "I'm glad it happened. I know a lot more about you, Gary." "Good, I hope." "Yes. But you worry too much. You don't have to be perfect for Tom and me to love you. We aren't. I have had sex with many men. I am glad you got to experience something wild." Joe called Tom on his hands-free set in his car. "Tom, I just picked up Gary at the airport." "Oh, great. How was the flight, Gary?" I looked at Joe who laughed. "He had an interesting flight," Joe said. "How so?" "He sat next to a drop-dead gorgeous male escort who lured him into the lavatory and convinced him to jack him off." Tom laughed. "Really?" "Yes, Tom." "He gave me his card when he got off the plane," Joe said. "What exactly happened?" Tom asked. "Tell him everything," Joe said. "Yes! Everything!" Tom said. I told him. "Fuck! I can't believe it! What a smooth operator. What a line! 'There's nowhere else' Were they out of toilet paper and tissues?" "I didn't see them." "His body was probably blocking your view. What did he look like?" "He is Latino and has a short beard. Soft, brown eyes. Very attractive. I would imagine he is expensive," Joe said. "He said he usually charges a hundred dollars for that, but sometimes more," I told them. "Way to go, son! You saved me a hundred dollars," Tom said. Joe and I laughed. "I almost saved you two hundred." "Well, I'm glad you are having a good time. I hope you will get another snack soon." "As soon as we get home," Joe said. He grinned at me. I reached over and groped him. "Tom, Gary is worried that he cheated on us." "Don't worry, Gary. If he was that good-looking, I would have wanted to jack him off." "OK, Dad." "I'll call you later, Tom." "Uh, Tom?" I said. "Yeah?" "I'm worried my dad will tell Mom I'm gay." "Well, she has to learn at some point. Don't worry." "She might not want me to come back with Joe. Or for him to live with us." "I don't think she will assume you are having sex with him. If he does tell her, I will say Joe can offer you good advice on how to stay safe. That will make her feel better." "OK." "Bye." "You aren't wearing loose shorts with no underwear," I said to Joe. He grinned at me. "That's for the drive home. They are already packed and in the trunk, by the way." I called Mom "Hi, I'm here. We are driving to Joe's apartment." "How was the flight?" "Fine." "How does Joe seem? Is he depressed?" "He seems happy." "Good! When are you heading back?" "Joe, do you know if we will leave in the morning?" "That's the plan." "In the morning, Mom." "OK. Have fun and call me tomorrow." "I will. Bye." We pulled up to an apartment complex. Joe parked the car. I saw the mover's truck. We walked up some stairs to an apartment on the second floor. We walked in and I saw three men wrapping things and putting them in boxes. Joe walked around. I saw the living room, dining room, and kitchen were packed. "We are saving the bedroom stuff for the last," one of the men said. "Will you be able to finish today?" "Oh, yeah. I expect we will be done by eight. We will head to Dallas tomorrow morning." "That's great." "Are you going to take care of the things in the refrigerator?" "Everything in there goes in the dumpster, unless you or the other guys want any of it," Joe said. "OK. Thanks." Joe walked away. I followed him. He walked into a bathroom and closed the door behind us. "I believe I promised you a snack." I felt a little funny with the movers in the next room. They might open the door. "Should we, with the movers here?" He thought for a minute. "We can take a drive and do it somewhere else." "That sounds better to me." "Me, too." We left the bathroom and Joe told the movers we would be back soon. We left and got back in his car. He took off and a few minutes later, we were in a wooded area outside town. He pulled off the road onto a path through trees. He drove a bit and parked the car where trees and bushes hid it from the road. He stopped the car and we got out. He took me in his arms and we kissed. His tongue moved slowly through my mouth. We had our arms wrapped around each other. Finally, we pulled apart. He smiled at me. "I love you, Joe." "I love you, too." "Do you think someday we could get married?" I watched a lot of emotions cross his face. "Not in Texas." "We could do it in another state." "Would you really like that?" "I would. Do you hate the idea?" "No! Not at all." He smiled. "Maybe we will." I knelt and squeezed his bulge. "Are you ready for your snack?" "I am!" I unzipped his pants and pulled his pretty cock out. I admired it for a minute, feeling the veins, pulling the foreskin back. It looked exactly like Tom's, which meant it was absolutely perfect. I ran my tongue over the head. Joe let out a long breath. After a few moments, I could taste his precum. I pulled his balls out of his pants. They were smooth, like Luis'. I sucked on one, then the other. I then took Joe into my mouth and started sucking while I stroked the part of the shaft that wasn't in my mouth. Joe sighed. I looked up at him while I sucked. He smiled at me. He was so handsome. And sexy, too. I was definitely marrying him, and as soon as I could. Maybe when I turned eighteen. "Suck your husband's cock," he said. I smiled, as best I could with a mouth full of cock and did just that. I sped up my stroking. "Yes! You are eager for a mouthful of my cum. Your first of many, many mouthfuls! You love the stuff, and I'll keep you well fed." He groaned as his cock started shooting in my mouth. My mouth filled and I swallowed, but not before I felt some drip down my chin. I was completely contented as I swallowed his jizz. He would fuck me before we went to sleep. And then, I would be his. I continued stroking him and he stayed hard, but his orgasm ended. He reached down and pulled me up. We kissed again. I stroked his cock slowly. After a few minutes, I pulled away from him. "I want to marry you when I turn eighteen." He looked at me. A moment later, he nodded. "Maybe. If everything works out. Yes." I hugged him. "You'll be Gary MacPherson. It will look very odd to be marrying another MacPherson." I looked up at him. That was true. I felt sick. I really wanted to marry him! "Well, don't worry about it. We will figure something out." I hugged him again. He knelt and pulled my pants down. He swallowed my cock and started sucking me. I held onto his head. After no more than a minute, I shot into his mouth. He swallowed it and kept sucking. I held his head. I wasn't sure if I would be able to come again. He pulled off me. He sucked on one of his fingers and pushed it inside my ass as he swallowed my dick, again. He fucked me with his finger. "Do you have any lube in the car?" He pulled off me. "I would rather fuck you in a bed." "OK. That does sound a little more romantic." He sucked me until I came a second time. He stood, grinning. "Delicious," he said. "Really?" "Oh, yeah." "Maybe it's because I'm your fianc‚." He took me in his arms again. "That must be it." Joe took out his phone and called someone. "It's Joe. Gary just had his snack. I had two snacks." I grinned. "The movers are just about done. We will head to Dallas in the morning. "Yeah." "Gary told me he wants us to marry when he turns eighteen." Joe smiled. "I think I do, if things work out the way they seem to be," he said on the phone. I knelt and began sucking him. "I think he wants another snack. He's sucking me, again. "The thing is, if we do get married, he will be Gary MacPherson by then. Yeah. OK. No hurry. We have plenty of time. Bye." Joe hung up. He pulled me up. "My next load is going in your ass." "Thank you, Joe." He laughed. "You don't have to thank your fianc‚ for fucking you." "That's good to know. I haven't had many fianc‚s." "Just me and Luis?" "Oh, Joe." He chuckled. "Who's cum tastes better?" "Yours, of course. Your cock is bigger, too." "Is it?" "Yeah." I unbuttoned his shirt. Then I felt his hairy chest. "God, you are so sexy!" I told him. "Will you let me rim you?" "You want to?" "Oh, yeah." He grinned. "Damn! Of course you can!" He pulled me close. "We will go to a hotel later. After we eat and take showers, you can do it before I fuck you." I hugged him. I could still taste his cum. Then I groaned when I thought of something. "What is it?" "I realized three different men have come in my mouth today. I'm a slut!" He laughed. "Oh, god! All I've eaten today has been cum!" He laughed, again. "No you aren't. It was just an unusual day. If you were a slut, you would have saved Tom a lot more money. Luis would have fucked you in the lavatory, wouldn't he?" I thought about it, and nodded. "And you definitely would have sucked him." I nodded. "There you go. You aren't a slut, you are just lucky. And probably very hungry." I laughed. "Very lucky. And very hungry." We kissed again. I slapped at a mosquito. "Let's head back. We will have more sex later. I'm surprised you are hungry, though. I shot a really big load. Was Luis stingy with his spunk?" I laughed. "I want another one!" "Another load, another Luis, or another me." I laughed. "I already have another you. I keep a spare at home." He laughed. "I guess you do!" "We'll have an early dinner." I looked at the time on my phone. It was after five. "OK." We got in the car. We ate at a restaurant near his apartment. The movers called while we were eating. "They are just about done. Once they get the bedroom stuff in the truck, it will be finished." "Oh, great!" "Then we'll see if they missed anything before we got to a hotel." I nodded. "Are you happy, Joe? It's a big change." He took my hand. "It's the smartest thing I ever did." He mouthed, "I love you." I smiled at him. "I'm serious about eighteen," I said, as I squeezed his hand. He nodded. We arrived at his apartment as the movers were finishing. The apartment needed to be cleaned, but it was empty, except for one box filled with what the movers guessed was trash and another with stuff from the refrigerator. Joe looked through it and decided it was trash. They drove off. Joe took the food box to the dumpster while I carried the other one. We threw them in and then went back and locked the apartment. We got in the car and Joe drove us to a motel. If you liked it and would like to read more, please let me know. My other stories: Almost Perfect Aziz It Must Be Fate Queer House