The Charm of His
Company by Geron Kees
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The eighth day of summer vacation
began with a dream. The long night had been full of them - some gentle
and funny, some hard and disturbing. All of them had contained the same
cast of characters, and all of them had ended with a simple shift to
another, newer dream. Dreams did that, because they were written with
the heart as much as the mind, with no clear administrator standing
between, no dividing lines to keep the two halves from mingling.
This last dream, the one that Jesse
woke with, had also contained the same cast: Jesse himself; and his
boyfriend, Marty; and the two Devlin brothers, Greg and Rafie - the
visitors from New York. The scene was the fort, and the action had been
troubling, because the dream was not a fiction but a fact - a
remembrance of the last time that Jesse had seen the two Devlins. They
had been getting dressed and getting ready to go, after receiving a call
from their grandmother requesting their return.
The boy's parents, away on a second
honeymoon in Aruba, had had another of their frequent falling-outs and
returned early, and their mother was coming to pick them up. Jesse could
plainly see the hurt and confusion on the two boy's faces, and the
return to vacancy in the expressions of Rafie, the brother with the ASD
spectrum disorder. Rafie had trouble revealing his thoughts and emotions
in his expressions and voice, but his misery at leaving was plain to be
seen. He had developed a crush on Jesse - a fondness born at first
sight, one neither reasonable nor considered, but just there. That crush
had matured a bit during their evening together, and Jesse and Rafie had
made friendly love in the cot in the fort, even as Marty and Greg played
fondly on the sleeping bag on the floor below.
It had been a very odd evening, one
of attraction and exploration, and newfound friendship. There was much
to be gained in the sharing of secrets and passions, for secrets - by
their nature - are seldom shared; and passions - also by their nature -
can be difficult to exercise. Being able to let both out to roam free -
even for a day - had worked wonders for the visitor's senses of inner
peace.
Greg and Rafie had been overjoyed to
find two others with similar thoughts and dreams, with whom they could
relax and just be themselves. In the short period the two visitors had
been there they had left markers in Jesse's and Marty's hearts - warm
and sticky reminders of times shared and things done. To have the two
Devlins leave so quickly had had a shattering aspect about it - a
breaking of ties only recently forged, that had been distressing for the
four of them, and particularly so for Rafie and Jesse. Rafie's instant
fondness for Jesse and the speed with which things had moved had not
allowed either of them to imagine ahead to their eventual parting,
leaving the actual event, when it arrived, with a sharp edge of newness
that was cutting for them all.
It was the sound of the garage door
going down as his dad left for work that awakened Jesse, and which
caused the bubble containing that last dream to break, allowing the
contents to seep away like water into sand. Jesse opened his eyes,
looked around the softly-lit room, and felt again the sadness of the
previous day.
After the two Devlins had left and
Rafie had made a final call to say goodbye, Jesse and Marty had kind of
knocked around together in the fort for awhile, not really doing much of
anything. Marty had sensed Jesse's hurt, which was a larger reflection
of his own, and had done his best to stay close to Jesse and make him
feel loved. It had worked, for the most part; and as Jesse had laid in
the cot, wrapped in the reassuring safety of Marty's arms, he had at
least felt that the most important aspect of his world had remained
unchanged: Marty was still there, and still his.
As the day had wound on their humor
had improved, as both boys had reasoned out that things were never as
bad as they could seem, and that Greg and Rafie would call and that the
communication would maintain. A friendship had been born, the birth
recorded, and a future laid down that provided for contact and support.
The idea had been cheering, and by lunch the two boys were able to smile
and laugh again, and Jesse had felt that the morning's parting was not
an end, just a change in direction. The sense of gone
evaporated, and Greg and Rafie settled into the less bleak land of just
away.
If anything, their shared distress
at the way the Devlins had left them had bound Jesse and Marty even more
tightly together. Jesse had found himself staring at his best friend at
times, just in love with the look of him, until Marty had seen his gaze,
and smiled, and kissed him for his attention. That Jesse was in love
with Marty was pretty plain now, and that Marty returned the emotion,
equally visible. How it could have happened so quickly ceased to be a
worry to either of them as the fact of its presence became the
centerpiece to their thoughts.
The rest of the day had been
pleasant, with a little naked wrestling in the cot in the fort turning
into a mad dash in just their shorts to the swimming hole at the creek,
a cool skinny-dip in the clear waters, and then a round of love-making
on the bank in the sun-speckled carpet of old leaves. A healing day, one
that had actually worked.
The topic of their next sleep-out in
the fort had come up, and both boys had agreed to give it a day, to let
the leaving of Greg and Rafie cool a bit before trying to do that. The
fort was a place of memories, and the ghosts of others, now away,
would always be found there. First Nate, and now Greg and Rafie. Not
gone, not forgotten; but not close, either. The fond dust raised by
their passing needed time to settle.
Jesse had invited Marty to dinner,
and Marty had managed to get himself in even deeper with Jesse's
parents, who seemed to like the boy's openness and sense of humor; and
by the later evening, Marty was almost as much an accepted family-member
as Jesse himself. Well, almost.
They'd spent the rest of the evening
lying on their bellies on Jesse's bed, watching new Star Trek
movies on Jesse's TV. They'd kept the bedroom door open and the games
down to an occasional feel and a quick kiss or three, and by the time it
grew late enough for Jesse's parents to come upstairs, Jesse was
grabbing his LED lantern to walk Marty back to his house. The woods were
dark by then, and the footing unsure to anyone not really familiar with
it.
"Lock the door when you come back
in," his mom had said, smiling and squeezing Marty's arm. "We enjoyed
having you over, Marty."
Marty had given her one of his best
smiles, and told her how much he had enjoyed being there. His mom's
smile had been one of her better ones, too, and Jesse had let go a nice,
inward sigh at knowing that his parents liked his new friend - even
though they didn't know that Marty was his boyfriend. Marty
had a way with people, Jesse had to admit, and especially adults, who
seemed startled and then pleased to find a kid with manners and an
engaging and cheerful personality.
"You oughta run for office," Jesse
had told the other boy, as they had walked the path to the fort. The
lantern had encircled them in a soft glow that illuminated the ground
and pointed the way, and danced in and out of the surrounding
groundcover in playful fashion as they moved along.
Jesse had grinned. "I mean, you'll
probably take over the place someday, anyway. Might as well get yourself
elected to the job."
Marty had given him a gentle push.
"I don't wanna run stuff. I just want to play with it."
Jesse had laughed. That, in a
nutshell, described his best friend. Marty's playfulness was one of the
things that Jesse loved about him.
When they'd arrived at the gazebo in
Marty's backyard they had stepped inside and Jesse had turned off the
lantern, and they had stood in each other's arms and kissed for a while
before separating.
"Sleep in the fort tomorrow night?"
Marty had asked, giving Jesse the eye. Marty's sparkly eyes were visible
even in the dark, helped along just a bit by stray rays from the back
porch light.
"Damn right. I'm gonna hold you all
night long."
Marty had pulled him closer, and
Jesse had basked in the warmth of the other boy's touch. Jesse was
horny, and Marty was, too, if the bulge in the front of his shorts had
been any indicator.
"I wish we had more time," Marty had
said softly.
"We do," Jesse had returned, "just
not now."
They had kissed, and held each other
tightly, aware that they were going to part for the night.
"Call me when you get home," Marty
had said. Jesse had felt the other boy's face expand into a grin against
his cheek. "We can have some phone sex."
Jesse had laughed, and agreed, and
they had reluctantly parted.
The rest of the evening had been
fun. They had used the cameras on their phones to record and share
themselves, and things had gotten pretty kinky. Jesse and Marty had
discussed Skyping between their two laptops for a more real-time
adventure; but Jesse was still leery of just using the phone for such
things, and Marty had not been able to convince him of the privacy of
sharing online.
Right,
Jesse had thought, just what
I need, to send pictures of me naked all over the Internet!
In the end, they had talked a long
time about a lot of things, and even started to fall asleep together.
Finally, just after midnight, they had agreed to see each other the next
morning, and gone to bed.
And now, another day was here. Jesse
found he could smile, mostly at the memory of how Marty had been the day
before; but also at the Devlin boys, who had difficult lives, to be
sure, but whose sweetness indicated that they were not lives without
love and protection. Even parents that fought, it seemed, could still
love their children, if not always each other.
Jesse rolled over and flipped
himself out of his bed. A warm shower now would feel good - but not too
warm, as the day was already feeling a little muggy, and too hot a
shower would lead to an instant sweat. He padded into the bathroom and
took a piss, started the shower and set the flow to just warm.
As an afterthought, he smiled, and
went and got his phone. He remembered now that Marty wanted a picture to
start his day.
He left the bathroom door open so
that it wouldn't get too steamy, propped the phone up against a can of
talcum powder on the sink with the camera lens pointed at the shower,
started the motion capture, and got in. It meant leaving the frosted
glass door open, but there was no other way to get video.
He got into the shower, aimed the
shower head so that the flow hit the back wall of the stall, and started
through his new ritual of thoroughly cleaning himself in the back. Then
he lathered up and cleaned everything else. He did his best to keep the
streams of water from bouncing out onto the tiled floor, but saw that he
was still going to have a little bit of a clean up afterwards. He also
remembered to address the camera, front and
back, and to smile and wave a few times. As an afterthought he
flipped the camera the bird, grinned, and prodded his almost stiff
pecker and offered it to the camera.
After, he got out of the shower
feeling a little dumb. Marty was as likely to get a laugh out of the
video as he was to get horny. But what was done was done, and now it was
too late to reconsider.
Jesse dried himself and then the
floor around the shower door, and then got another towel and dried his
hair more thoroughly. Then he brushed it, then ran a comb through it,
and inspected himself in the mirror.
Shit.
His hair was getting long again - which didn't bother Jesse a bit - but
which was sure to eventually prompt his parents to start using the word
haircut. He curled his lip at his reflection in the mirror: he
hated haircuts.
But, another look at himself in the
mirror brought a smile. His tan was getting dark on every portion of his
body not normally covered by shorts. The warmer it got outside, the less
Jesse was inclined to wear in the way of clothing. It was already hot
enough to forego a shirt and just wear shorts and flip flips, and his
skin was turning golden brown everywhere the sun could touch. By
midsummer his daily attire would consist of a bathing suit, and maybe
something on his feet, and a smile.
He was losing his winter "fat", too
- the couple of extra pounds he always picked up over the colder months
each year. His shoulders and chest were nicely defined, and his abs were
starting to show - not a full six-pack, but the suggestion of one, which
was all he ever really got. Marty was lean already - lean and sexy - and
Jesse was pleased to see that he was going to be appealing to the other
boy, if the mirror was any indicator.
He finished drying and retrieved his
phone, went back and sat on his bed and reviewed the video he'd
recorded. It brought a smile to his face; he looked silly about half the
time, but sexy the rest. He chose a few of the sexy images, one of the
humorous, and sent them all to Marty's number. Marty could see the full
video later. Then Jesse shut off his phone and lay back against the
pillow.
Out in the hallway, there was a
chime. That sound was followed immediately by a light tap at the door.
Jesse sat up, grabbed his shorts from the floor where he'd dropped them
the night before, pulled them on, and went to unlock the door, expecting
his mom.
He opened it, and there stood Marty.
He had his phone out, and he was grinning. "Great pictures. Can I see
more?"
Jesse blinked. "What are you doing
here?"
"Well, I was still a little worried
about you moping over Rafie, so I thought you could use some company.
Your mom said she heard you up, and told me to come on upstairs and
see." He smiled again, and waved his hands. "Ta
da. And here I am."
Jesse reached out, pulled Marty into
the room. The other boy was dressed in a tee-shirt and shorts and
flip-flops, and looked just sexy as shit. Jesse closed the door, locked
it, and pulled his friend over by the bed.
He took Marty's phone from him, laid
it on the nightstand, and began to undress him, and Marty just grinned
and allowed it, lifting arms and legs to assist as needed. Jesse had the
other boy naked in less then fifteen seconds, and then dropped his own
shorts to the floor. He put his arms around Marty, pulled him closer to
the bed, and then just fell over into it, taking his friend with him.
"I love whirlwind romances, but
isn't this a little quick?" Marty said, laughing.
Jesse rolled until he could get on
top of Marty, pinned him down, and pushed his face right up close. "Shut
up. I want to kiss you."
Marty just grinned, and then
puckered-up, closing his eyes. Jesse dropped his head and laid his face
against Marty's and inhaled the sweet-musky scent of his skin, then
found the other boy's lips and ran the tip of his tongue over them
gently before pushing it between them and tasting inside. Marty's mouth
was sweet with the taste of apples, and fresh with the taste of mint
from his toothpaste. Jesse dove deep with his tongue, seeking tonsils,
but satisfied himself with tongue and teeth.
"You missed my stomach," Marty said,
grinning, after Jesse raised his head. He brought a hand around and
gently smoothed Jesse's eyebrows with a fingertip.
Jesse laughed. "What was my mom
doing when you came in?"
"She was starting to go veggie in
front of her laptop. Why?"
Jesse's mom was a graphic designer,
and when she got going in front of her computer, her focus on the rest
of the planet simply vanished.
"I was wondering if we could get
away with laying in my bed naked for a little while," Jesse said. "If
she's already started working, maybe we can."
"Shit, I'm game," Marty said,
pushing the tip of his nose against Jesse's. "If we get caught we can
just tell her we tripped and fell in bed together."
Jesse rolled his eyes. "Uh huh. And
what happened to our clothes?"
"Damn windy in this room," Marty
said, looking about in mock fear, as if a tornado was passing. "Ripped
our stuff right off of us."
Jesse grinned, looked into the
depths of Marty's blue eyes, saw the sparkles there that he loved so
much. He dropped his face, kissed the other boy, then laid their cheeks
together and whispered into his ear, "I love you, Marty."
Marty sighed - a happy one, Jesse
felt - and tightened his arms around Jesse's middle. "I know you do. I
can feel it. It's warm, like the sun on my skin. "He squeezed again.
"You make me happy, Jesse. Happier than I've ever been. I love you,
too."
Jesse pressed his face against
Marty's, kissed him again; and then they lay together quietly. Marty
rubbed Jesse's back, a slow and very reassuring touch that told Jesse he
was protected, and cared for, and important. Jesse had never felt a
touch like Marty's, one that gave so much, and it was overwhelming at
times.
He was conscious again of the scent
of Marty's skin, the smell of his hair. It made him horny, always, and
especially now, somehow. His dick pressed against the other boy almost
painfully, and he could feel the same urgent pressure coming from Marty
down low. Marty's hips flexed slowly as he rubbed himself against Jesse,
and Jesse could almost feel his pulse accelerating with each gentle
thrust.
He wanted it all. Jesse wanted to
sample every inch of Marty's body, all at one time, were it possible.
Marty's warmth was fire against his skin, the firmness of his muscles
softened by flesh that felt as gentle as velvet against Jesse's. It was
amazing to sense - to feel - someone so closely, so
intimately, and know this shared physical thing also came with an
emotional package as satisfying as any that Jesse might feel in his
entire life.
"You're not gonna cry on me, are
ya?" Marty asked quietly, looking up at him.
Jesse smiled, and then noticed the
traces of moisture in the corners of Marty's eyes. "I won't, if you
won't."
Marty laughed, pulled a hand from
Jesse's back long enough to wipe his eyes with a length of finger.
"You're turnin' me into a girl, you know."
Jesse put an expression of horror on
his face. "Oh, no! I don't wanna girl. I wanna boy like you - that just
acts like a girl."
Marty laughed, squeezing his eyes
shut a moment, and then rolled onto his side, taking Jesse with him. He
bent his upper leg at the knee and pushed it between Jesse's two, and
pulled their bodies into a clench that laid their hard dicks against the
other's thigh. Marty flexed his hips harder this time, rubbing his
pecker forcefully against Jesse's thigh. "I'm so horny I could spunk
right now." He grinned at Jesse. "I'd love to stick my pecker in you,"
he said softly.
Jesse felt a thrill at the idea of
being fucked in his own bed. But doing that with his mom just downstairs
was a little frightening, too. "I don't want to risk that with my mom
here," he decided. "If we got caught, they might not let me see you
again. " He gave Marty a squeeze. "That would kill me, Marty."
Marty nodded. "Yeah. Me, too. Okay.
How about showing me the rest of that shower video?"
Jesse laughed, but disentangled
himself from Marty and rolled over to the nightstand to retrieve his
phone. Marty got up and crawled to the head of the bed, took Jesse's two
pillows and placed them one atop the other, then laid onto his back with
his head on one side of the stack. Jesse crawled over next to him and
laid down, snuggled up closely to Marty, and held up the phone.
"I love a good movie," Marty said,
grinning and giving Jesse a gentle prod with his elbow. "And this one
has my favorite movie star, too."
Jesse grinned back as he found the
file and ran it. He held the phone between them so that they could both
see. Marty laughed as the action unfolded, made appreciative noises as
the clip progressed, and laughed again as it ended with Jesse flipping
off the camera and offering his dick to the viewer.
"Now that's an idea," Marty said,
smiling. He leaned close as Jesse shut off the phone and laid it beside
him. "I could just suck that pretty pony you were selling in the video."
Jesse turned on his side, and Marty
turned to face him. Marty's eyes were just inches away, and full of the
affection he felt for Jesse. It was so plain to see that it made Jesse's
heart hurt with the force of it. He closed his eyes, pressed his face
against Marty's. Marty sensed the moment, gently nuzzled Jesse's face
with his own.
Jesse reached down, rubbed Marty's
dick, felt it's fullness, knew it needed attention as much as did his
own. Marty made Jesse so horny it was just hard to take, and he saw now
that to lay here, this close to the other boy, to feel his warmth, the
touch of his skin, and to do nothing about it --
Jesse couldn't do it.
He listened a moment, to see if he
could hear his mom moving around downstairs. If she was up and doing
things, it would be just too risky to attempt to have any kind of sex.
They would get involved, stop paying attention to anything but each
other, and Jesse's mom could be at the door before they were aware she
was coming. To have her suspect they were doing something would be
almost as bad as actually being caught doing it. It would open a door
that Jesse wanted to remain closed just now - to remain closed until he
was ready to open it. The possible consequences were too involved for
him to even ponder at this time.
But as the moment lengthened and the
house remained quiet, he realized that his mom was off in her own little
world, busy creating her electronic artworks, and that she would likely
be there for some time.
He kissed Marty, then got up out of
the bed. Marty watched him with interest as Jesse went around to the
end. Jesse leaned over, took Marty by the ankles, and dragged him down
until his feet were at the end of the bed.
"That was fun," Marty said,
laughing. "But the trip was too short. There's more, right?"
Jesse smiled, came back to the side
of the bed and crawled in. He went to Marty, straddled his head facing
the other boy's feet, and looked down at him. "Like the view?"
He could see Marty inspecting the
underside of Jesse's stiff dick, his balls, his taint - maybe even his
pucker.
Marty gave his head a faint shake.
"Oh, wow. Is this ever pretty
to look at."
Jesse grinned, went forward onto his
hands, and was looking at Marty's pecker, straight and hard and
demanding attention, and just mere inches away. Marty's nutsack was full
and round, with the shapes of his two nuts visible within.
Jesse sighed. He hadn't even had
breakfast yet and he was already contemplating lunch. Mmm.
Marty reached up and took hold of
Jesse's dick, gave it a gentle tug downward. Jesse let his legs spread a
little, lowering his hips, and then felt Marty's tongue as he tasted the
head of Jesse's dick.
Sighing, Jesse lowered his head,
touched his tongue to the slit in the end of Marty's dick, gave it a
little swipe, tasted the barest hint of pre-come. That was fast. He went
down to his left elbow and brought his right hand up and gently squeezed
the shaft of Marty's dick from the base upwards, was rewarded with a
tiny glistening drop that hesitantly emerged from the slit. Jesse
lowered his face a little farther, let the tip of Marty's dick enter
between his lips, then embraced it between them and used the tip of his
tongue to taste the droplet.
It was sweet and delicious,
different so much from the spicy flavor of Marty's spunk, but a taste
that Jesse just loved. Nature certainly had some wonderful recipes for
the things she made. He savored the taste a moment, then let his tongue
flex slowly against the head of Marty's dick.
Marty had wrapped his fingers around
Jesse's dick and was rhythmically masturbating him, the end of Jesse's
dick in his mouth, the tip of which was being treated to an oh-so-nice
swirly. Jesse felt a momentary weakness in his legs, the nerves there a
little dazed by all the nice impulses they were receiving through the
shared pipeline.
Jesse wanted to reciprocate, but in
a different fashion. He let his head down more, pushing Marty's dick
deeper into his mouth, and began his own motion, up and down, rolling
his head in a circular motion as he did it, using his tongue to place a
brand on Marty's pretty pony that he hoped the other boy would enjoy.
He apparently did. Marty's knees
bent as his legs drew up, and Jesse pushed his free hand underneath one
leg and used his fingers to caress and rub Marty's nuts. All the while
he was inhaling the wonderful scent of Marty's body, the sweet musk of
his skin, the warm scent of his dick.
Jesse's hips began a motion of their
own, an up and down thrust in time with Marty's hand and mouth. At the
same time, Marty's legs continued to rise and spread, until his thighs
hit Jesse's shoulders. Marty's feet hung to either side out in front of
Jesse's face, and he had to stifle a grin as he watched Marty's toes
flex in time to what the rest of him was feeling.
Time faded away, and it was just
about what they were feeling. Jesse knew Marty's body so well by now
that he could sense the tightening of the muscles beneath him, and then
the slow thrust upwards of the other boy's hips as his orgasm
approached.
When it arrived, it was forceful.
Marty made a noise around Jesse's dick, but didn't stop what he was
doing to it. Jesse felt the other boy's dick flex, and then the warm and
spicy jets of his spunk as they painted the inside of his mouth. Here
was another recipe that Jesse loved; he moved his tongue about inside
his mouth, collecting the streams while also continuing to massage the
tip of Marty's dick.
Jesse let some saliva into his
mouth, mixed it with what was there, drank it all down. Then he took his
free hand and gently squeezed the remainder of the spunk out of Marty's
dick, tasted it joyfully a moment, and then swallowed it, too. Marty's
legs slowly came back down, until his feet touched the mattress again,
and then his legs just sagged open, as if he hadn't the energy to keep
them upright.
Jesse's own orgasm was creeping up
his legs, making them even less steady than before. He had an urge to
squat a bit, thrusting his dick downwards, and Marty simply took it in
deeper and compressed it a little harder. The sensation crept up from
Jesse's taint to his balls, and then up the shaft of his dick, and then
he was shooting his own spunk into Marty's mouth, and fighting with his
legs to keep him from just flopping down onto Marty's face.
Oh. The feeling was
powerful and wonderful, and Jesse released Marty's dick from his mouth
and dropped his head down between Marty's spread open legs, and let his
face burrow into the soft flesh to one side of Marty's dick. He breathed
in the wonderful scent that was there, felt the softness and warmth of
Marty's body, and just closed his eyes and thought about how lucky he
was to have Marty with him.
He felt Marty milk out the last of
the come, and then Marty took Jesse's dick and kissed it lovingly,
rubbing it gently with his fingers.
It took a few moments for Jesse's
pulse to quiet, his breathing to relax. He pushed himself upright,
turned carefully about, and lowered himself onto Marty's body, pushing
his face into the hollow between Marty's cheek and his shoulder. Marty
nuzzled him with his jaw, put his arms around Jesse, and gave him a
squeeze before relaxing and letting his hands go back to performing a
gentle massage on Jesse's back.
Jesse let his eyes stay closed,
aware that this was a slightly magic moment, and not wanting it to end.
Here was Marty in Jesse's bed, and they had just loved each other in a
special way. Jesse was aware that the room had changed since Marty had
started coming over, that this was no longer just his own private place.
Marty shared it now, and Jesse had let the boy into all of his private
and special places - the ones that existed both in the real world and
the ones that existed only within his heart and mind.
When it had been just Jesse and
Nate, Jesse had been dimly aware of the idea that that was where they
had been heading, too. Nate had been a friend for so long, loved as a
friend and understood as a friend; and then they had been making the
transition to something else - something closer. It had never fully
materialized before Nate had left. But now, with Marty, it finally and
really had happened.
Jesse fully understood now that his
life was being shared with someone else. And that he was sharing someone
else's life. He could never have imagined what it would be like before
it actually happened, and now that he had it for real, the plain and
simple fact of it - the strength of it - was just a little bit
shocking.
But in a good way. Having Marty in
his life had vastly improved it, made it stronger, made it better, and
made it a heck of a lot more fun. And having him naked in Jesse's bed
made the room much nicer, too. Certainly, far prettier than it had been.
He smiled at the thought.
Marty felt the smile. "What are you
grinnin' about?" he asked, giving Jesse a fond squeeze.
Jesse lifted his head and smiled at
his friend. "I was just thinking how much having you here improves the
look of the room."
Marty laughed, a pleasing, sweet
sound in Jesse's ears. "Are you callin' me wallpaper?'
Jesse kissed Marty's cheek. "The
best I ever had." He dropped his face back against Marty's jaw, felt the
other boy sigh and squeeze him.
"What are we gonna do today?" Marty
sounded like he was trying not to be emotional.
Jesse just smiled again. He wasn't
the only crier in the room.
"I don't know. It feels like it's
gonna be hot already. Some swimming will have to be in there someplace."
"Oh, hell, yeah." Marty nuzzled
Jesse with his jaw. "I've gotten real fond of that damn swimmin' hole,
you know that?"
Jesse lifted his head again. "We'll
make a country boy outta you yet."
Marty smiled, and his eyes just
sparkled. "I've had worse shit happen to me."
Jesse stuck his tongue out, touched
it to the tip of Marty's chin. "Yeah? Like what?"
Marty moved his head, stuck his own
tongue out, touched it to Jesse's. "Mmm. You taste good."
Jesse laughed. "Stop changin' the
subject. What's worse than being a country boy?"
Marty sighed. "Being a country boy
without a boyfriend."
Jesse blinked. Well, Marty certainly
had him on that one.
The other boy saw his reaction, and
smiled. "Like when I got here, Jesse. All of a sudden I was here in the
boonies, all by myself, with Keith left back at my old neighborhood. I
really felt like crap that day. And then I saw the fort down in the
woods, and I came down - and I met you."
Jesse grinned. "I was there,
remember?"
"Yeah. I do. I remember the first
time I saw you, when you spooked me in the fort. The cot broke down and
dumped me, and I looked up, and there you were, lookin' down at me."
Jesse was interested now. He raised
his head and gazed down at the other boy. "Uh huh. What did you think?"
Marty laughed. "Well, my very first
thought was just what the fuck? Because you startled the shit
out of me." Marty sighed. "But when I looked up at you, and saw your
face, I thought, Whoa. Who's this pretty motherfucker?"
Jesse felt delight creep up his
body. "Really? I looked at you and just thought you were cute as shit."
Marty gave him a little squeeze. "I
saw you checkin' me out, remember? Just like Keith used to do. I
thought, wow, this guy is my kind of guy. I thought
right off you and me might like to do stuff."
Jesse thought back to that day, to
their first meeting. The memory was startlingly clear - a vivid snapshot
with a border woven of myriad thoughts and impulses. Jesse had not known
then that it was a life-changing moment - neither of them had known. But
that it was somehow different than meeting just another guy had been
clear.
And by the end of that day, Jesse
had been absolutely certain of it.
Jesse looked down into Marty's blue
eyes, saw the way they looked back at him, saw the way they moved over
his face, how what he saw made Marty smile. To be looked at in such a
fashion was brand new. To be the source of love in someone else was
brand new. And to love someone like Jesse felt he now loved Marty was
brand new.
"You make me so happy," Jesse said
quietly.
Marty looked up at him, nodded
slowly. "Yeah. Sometimes I don't believe I'm with you, Jesse. I don't
believe how all this happened." He raised his head, gave Jesse's lips a
small kiss. "Sometimes I don't believe how lucky I was to find you."
Jesse nodded, dropped his face
against Marty's, breathed in the scent of him, loved the warmth of his
skin. Jesse didn't understand this kind of affection. It was a new
thing, and he was still learning the way of it. But that he had it now,
when he had never had it before, was one of the most satisfying feelings
he had ever had.
Marty's face moved gently against
his. Marty was also breathing in, tasting the unique flavor of Jesse's
skin - something Jesse lived with every day and couldn't experience in
the same way that Marty could. Jesse wondered if he smelled even half as
good to Marty as Marty did to him. The idea that he might pleased him,
for Marty's skin smelled truly wonderful, a scent Jesse was certain he
would remember forever.
Downstairs, a toilet flushed. Jesse
started - that meant his mom was up and around. Aware again of how close
they were walking to the edge of a possibly very deep hole, he pulled
his face away from Marty's and looked down at him. "We should get up and
get dressed."
Marty nodded. "I heard it." He
lifted his head and pushed his lips against Jesse's, and they had
themselves a last round of fencing with their tongues before Marty
pulled his head back and grinned at him. "Fuckin' heart thief."
Jesse grinned, rolling away. "You're
getting better," he kidded. "You can almost keep up with me now."
Marty sat up, his grin covering his
whole face now. "You keep teachin' me and I'm gonna surprise you one
day."
They got up and dressed - none too
soon, as it turned out. Jesse was just stuffing his phone into his
pocket when he heard his mom call his name. She sounded to be at the
bottom of the steps, and Jesse really didn't want her to come up. The
room had a faint smell of sex about it, and that was something Jesse was
not ready for his mom to experience.
He stepped lightly to the bedroom
door, unlocked it quietly, opened it.
"Yeah, mom?" His voice would be
clear, and it would be obvious to his mom that the door was open.
"I just wondered if you were going
to come down and eat something," she returned. "Marty is welcome to join
you, if he hasn't already eaten."
"Okay," Jesse called back. "We'll be
down in a second."
Jesse was aware that his mom had no
cause to suspect a thing. But parent's minds run on weird tracks - they
have the experience of their own childhoods in there somewhere, with
links to things that Jesse could hardly imagine. That his parents
sometimes made these weird intuitive leaps had always amazed him - like
they sometimes knew what he was thinking about or doing, no matter how
careful he was to keep it private. So he suspected that his mom could be
aware in her mind someplace that boys sometimes fooled around, and that
if certain clues manifested themselves, it was time to be suspicious.
And he wanted her to not even get to suspicious.
"Come on," he told Marty. "Did you
eat yet?"
"Couple of apples," Marty returned.
"That's usually all I eat for breakfast anyway."
Jesse pulled the door the rest of
the way open, turned around suddenly as Marty came up behind him,
stretched out and kissed him quickly. Marty grinned, but made sure to
press his lips back firmly. "What was that for?" he whispered.
Jesse grinned. "Just so you'll
know."
Marty didn't need any further
explanation. He grinned as he followed Jesse down the hallway to the
steps.
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After they had something to eat,
they walked down the wooded path towards the fort. It was hot and humid
already, but there was a nice breeze, and the trees waved and shushed
with the voices of billions of leaves moving in the air. The breeze
vibrated against their skin as they walked, its tiny, invisible fingers
wafting away the sweat from their bodies even as the droplets took form.
It was cooling and refreshing, and Jesse didn't even mind that his hair
was being blown all over the place.
It wasn't like he brushed it more
than once a day, anyway. Well, maybe twice.
Marty's hair wasn't as long as
Jesse's yet, but did seem to be moving in that direction.
"I don't know what all the bullshit
is about," Marty said, when Jesse commented on it. "It's just hair. Who
cares how long it is?"
Jesse grinned. "Parents do, and they
have a way of making us miserable about it until we get it cut."
Marty grinned at him. "I never used
to let mine get long, so I didn't know that. I don't know if my folks
will say anything or not. I'm just doing it now because yours looks so
cool." He leaned a little closer and lowered his voice. "And sexy."
It was Jesse's turn to grin. "Yeah?
That's what I'll tell my mom, then. I have to let my hair get long,
because Marty thinks it's really sexy."
"I dare
you to," Marty said, reaching over and giving him a gentle
push. "You tell your mom that, and I'll come over and agree with you
right to her face."
Jesse rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I
don't think so, Marty."
Marty stopped, reached out a hand
and drew Jesse to a stop. He moved closer, letting his hands slide
around Jesse's waist. "I really do think you're sexy, Jesse."
Jesse felt torn. They were out in
the open in the woods, even though they weren't in sight of either
house. The idea of having Marty hold him like this outside, in broad
daylight, this close to home, was scary - but it was also a little
thrilling. This wasn't like the swimming hole, which was quite a bit
more remote. Here they were close enough to their houses that a stray
parent could materialize completely without notice. Common sense told
him to pull away; every other sense told him to go with it.
He grinned. "Somebody has their arms
around me."
"That would be me. Does it scare
you?"
"A little. Someone could see."
Marty laughed. "Who? Bigfoot?
This really is the boonies, Jesse. Even Bigfoot wouldn't come way out
here."
Jesse let his eyes go wide and
stared over Marty's shoulder. "Shit! Parker...!"
Marty let go of him so fast it was
startling, and danced jerkily backwards two whole steps, like a crazy
marionette bouncing on its strings. His face bore an expression of
horror that was comical to see. Jesse threw his head back and howled,
and when he brought it back down it was to see Marty looking at him in
surprise.
"You suck!"
Marty yelled, laughing, and launched himself at Jesse. They grabbed each
other on impact, danced around in a circle, wrestling, and careened off
the path and fell in a tangle in the undergrowth. Somehow their lips
came together, and somehow the wrestling match turned into a kissing
match. It was one of those very mysterious things that could happen; but
both boys went with it, and both boys enjoyed it immensely.
"You turd," Marty said softly,
finally pulling back. "You scared the shit out of me, making me think my
sister was behind us."
Jesse grinned. "You win some, you
lose some. And sometimes you just look funny as shit doing it."
"Yeah?" Marty looked mischievously
at Jesse another moment, then grinned and dived his face into Jesse's
belly.
Oh, god, not there!
Jesse simply lost it, erupting into
shrieks of laughter as Marty pushed and turned his face in Jesse's
tickle zone. Jesse pushed and pulled at Marty's head, but his fingers
lacked any strength, even Jesse's will to fight sapped away by his
laughter.
Marty turned his face to the side
for a second, but kept pressure on Jesse's belly. "Are you sorry?"
"Not a bit!" Jesse managed, then
went right back to howling as Marty redoubled his efforts, snatching
Jesse's shirt up and pushing his nose straight into Jesse's belly
button. One of Marty's hands snaked up inside the leg of Jesse's shorts,
and Jesse suddenly felt fingers tickling his balls; and at that point
the world went away, and nothing was left but an eternity of
uncontrollable laughter.
Jesse could hardly think, and his
body reacted on instinct, squirming and twitching. His legs flailed and
his feet danced, throwing his flip-flops back onto the path to the fort,
while his fingers flexed against Marty's head, unable to do anything but
tangle themselves helplessly in his hair.
This went on for several minutes,
until Jesse began to gasp for air; at which point Marty suddenly slowed
his efforts. The turning, twisting motion of Marty's face subsided, and
the tickling fingers against Jesse's nuts turned to gentle massagers. In
just a few moments Marty was unmoving, his face still pressed into
Jesse's bellybutton, but now delivering soft kisses that were pleasant
instead of inciting.
Jesse took a huge breath and tried
to control his breathing, finding himself able to think again, and
realized that he had a raging boner, and that Marty was rubbing it
gently with a finger.
Jesse gasped. "That was mean,"
he said slowly, but couldn't help smiling.
Marty kissed his navel again, then
raised his face and smiled up at Jesse. "No, that was fun.
You're ticklish."
Jesse was finally able to pick up
his head, and did his best to glare at Marty. It must not quite have
come off, because Marty's grin only expanded.
"You think?" Jesse said.
"I didn't know," Marty returned. He
grinned devilishly. "Now I do."
Shit. That was all Jesse
needed. Having Marty know his weakness now was like handing a
double-barreled shotgun to a guy who had previously hunted with a small
pocket knife. This could be bad for future disputes between them - very
bad. Jesse saw that the possibility existed that he'd never win another
argument with the other boy ever again.
Marty slid his fingers up from
Jesse's nuts and gently squeezed his boner. "What's this?"
"It's called a penis," Jesse said,
trying to look mad like he meant it. "You should get one."
Marty smiled a moment, then pouted
at him. "You're not really mad at me, are you?"
Jesse wasn't, but felt he'd have no
bargaining chips at all if he didn't act a little like he was. "What
would you have done if I'd pissed my pants?"
Marty looked astounded at the idea -
and then delighted. "Could that have happened?"
Maybe that hadn't been the best
thing to say. Jesse pouted himself for a moment. "You think it'd be
funny if I pissed myself?"
Marty watched him a moment, then
withdrew his hand from Jesse's shorts and crawled up to lay his face
against Jesse's. "Not if you don't want me to think it's funny."
Jesse had to smile at that. "What
are you, some kind of freak? You'd want me to piss myself?"
Marty made a little face.
"Well...no. Not with your clothes on, anyway."
Jesse raised his head and looked at
Marty. "With my clothes off?"
Marty grinned. "I'd watch you do anything with your clothes off,
Jesse."
Jesse suddenly recalled something
he'd seen online - something he'd thought gross at the time. Two guys
making out in a shower, and one had backed up and simply pissed on the
other. No 'hey, ya want me to piss on your wang?' first, or
anything. The guy had simply backed up, grabbed his dick, and fired away
at the other one.
And the other guy had laughed.
So here was more of the kind of
stuff that the word kinky went
with.
Jesse looked at Marty. "How about if
I pissed on you?"
Marty grinned. "How about if you
did?"
Jesse's mouth dropped open. "Is
there anything else about you I should know about?"
Marty sighed, came up on one elbow
and looked down at Jesse. "I'm crazy about you, Jesse. If you puked on
me, I could live with it."
Jesse could see then that Marty
meant exactly what he said. Nothing that is part of you is too
gross for me.
Jesse grinned, just a little
mischievously. "You'd watch me take a dump? From the back?"
Marty smiled. "Any day of the week."
Jesse moved his face closer. "You'd
taste my piss?"
"Any day of the week. I drink your
spunk already."
That was true.
Jesse still had the boner, and all
this other talk was just making it harder. He raised his head the last
few inches and kissed Marty, circling his hand behind the other boy's
neck and pulling their faces together. It was a long kiss, full of the
energy of lightning bolts, and Jesse felt tingly things running along
the hidden pathways inside his body.
Finally, their faces separated.
"I thought you were mad at me,"
Marty said softly. "You were kidding me again, huh? That's twice now."
Jesse kissed him again. "Does that
make up for it?"
Marty looked like he was
considering, then smiled. "Maybe one more?"
Jesse went at it with a will,
rolling on top of Marty and letting him have it, until Marty finally
gasped and turned his head to one side, "Damn it, Jesse. I thought I was
catching up with you. Now I have to start practicing all over again."
Jesse laughed, capturing Marty's
bottom lip between his two and compressing it slightly while running his
tongue over it. Marty giggled. "That tickles."
"You did it to me, now I'm doing it
to you. It's only fair." Jesse smiled. "Remind me to do it to your dick
tonight, okay?"
Marty's face expanded into a big
grin. "Okay."
"That's if you're able to come and
sleep out tonight," Jesse continued solemnly. "Because that looks like
poison ivy you're laying in."
Marty managed to sit up, even with
Jesse's weight upon him. "What...?" The look of horror on Marty's face
lasted all of three seconds before he blinked, shook his head, and then
looked astounded. "You just got me again,
didn't you?"
"Yup," Jesse agreed, climbing to his
feet. "Country boy three, city boy zero. Another great day at Coonskin
Park, folks."
Marty looked up at him, trying to
look annoyed; but Jesse could see the fondness behind his eyes anyway.
He reached down, offered a hand, and Marty pretended to frown, but
grabbed it. Jesse pulled the other boy to his feet.
They looked at each other a moment,
and then it was Jesse stepping forward and putting his hands around
Marty's waist. He laid his cheek against Marty's, blew a soft breath
into his ear. "No hard feelings?"
"Just this one, poking me." Marty
reached down and rubbed Jesse's boner.
Jesse smiled. "Okay. Not mad?"
Marty sighed, wrapped Jesse in his
arms, hugged him. "Nah. But I will get even. Watch your back, Jesse."
Jesse grinned. "Okay. That's fair.
Just so it doesn't hurt."
Marty made a little face, but then
smiled. "I'd never hurt you, dummy."
Jesse ran his hand up the back of
Marty's head, felt the new growth there. "Your hair is
getting long." He grinned. "I'd love to see you with a little ponytail."
Marty grinned. "Yeah? Maybe I'll
just do that for you."
Jesse nodded, gave the other boy
another kiss. "Come on. I'd like to get to the fort before lunch."
Jesse rounded up his flip-flops, and
they continued on down the path. The woods continued to move all around
them, driven by the breeze, which was laced with the sounds of birds
singing somewhere above. Blobs and lines of sunlight bobbed and weaved
ahead of them, filtered through the swaying treetops.
This was the kind of summer day that
Jesse loved - one that moved, had energy, showed spirit and daring. Much
better to experience than the hot, stiff, lazy summer days, where the
air was so thick it was stifling. Those were the kind of days where it
was hard to get going, where time stood still between sunup and sundown.
Fortunately, in the woods, those
kind of summer days were few and far between.
As they neared the fort, Marty began
to pick up the pace. Jesse walked faster, too; and in a flash they were
both running. They came up to the wall of the fort even-up, and crashed
into it with their hands extended to slow them.
"Tie," Marty said, grinning. "I'd a
won, but my flip flop nearly came off."
Jesse grinned. "Yeah, right. That
was bullshit running down your leg you felt."
Marty laughed. "Are we going in? Or
do you want to go swimming?"
"What do you wanna do?"
"I asked you first."
Jesse laughed, gave Marty a fond
poke, which Marty promptly returned.
"I don't know,"Jesse finally said.
"We cleaned the place up pretty good yesterday. I guess we could fix the
leak in the roof. My dad still has what's left of the roll of tar paper
he bought. It's in our garage."
Marty looked like he had a sudden
thought, and grinned. "You must have given some to Nate, because there's
a little rolled-up piece of that stuff in our garage, too."
Jesse frowned a second, then
shrugged. "It was probably left over from when we did the roof. Nate
hated to waste stuff - he probably took it home."
"Let's get it," Marty said. He
smiled. "That way we can check the mail, too."
Jesse looked at him quizzically.
"You expecting something?"
Marty eyes suddenly twinkled, and he
looked like he was trying hard to suppress a big grin. "A surprise."
"Yeah? What kind of surprise?"
Marty simply shrugged, but his eyes
showed his excitement. "It's for us."
Jesse watched his friend a moment,
realized he wasn't going to get anything else in the way of an answer.
Heck, if it was a surprise, it was a surprise. Jesse didn't want to ruin
it by trying to pry it out of Marty. That the other boy was excited
about it was clue enough.
It was going to be something fun.
"Okay," Jesse said, grinning. "Let's
go get the tar paper."
They started up the hill to Marty's
house, and it became another joint sprint, which ended with them
laughing in front of the garage. "At least I get a lot of exercise with
you," Marty said, taking a couple of breaths to catch up.
Jesse looked around to make sure
they were alone, then gently poked Marty in the ribs. "I like the other
kind of exercise we get a lot better."
Marty grinned. "Yeah, no shit.
Tonight, huh?" He suddenly turned and looked down the driveway towards
the mailbox by the street. "Or maybe sooner." He turned back to Jesse,
still grinning. "Let's check the mail first."
They headed down the driveway to
where the big aluminum mailbox stood atop an upended railroad tie sunk
into the earth. Marty grabbed the handle on the door, looked at Jesse,
grinning. "Cross your fingers."
Jesse, caught up in the mystery of
the proceedings, grinned and crossed his fingers.
Marty took a breath and opened the
door, peered inside.
His grin got bigger.
Marty reached into the box, withdrew
a long, bulky padded envelope. He held it in both hands a moment,
reading the address label, then smiled at Jesse. He jiggled the package
in his hands gently before reaching back into the mailbox and
withdrawing some envelopes and flyers. "Man, they weren't kidding when
they said express mail."
"You gonna tell me what it is?"
Jesse asked, now feeling a little excited himself.
Marty handed him the big padded
envelope, closed the door of the mailbox. He pointed at Jesse and gave
him a look. "Don't open that until we are ready. I gotta take
the rest of this stuff inside. Promise me, Jesse."
Jesse smiled. "Okay, I promise."
They walked back to the house and
went into the garage. Just before they went into the house, Marty
stopped and pulled Jesse up. "Um...actually, maybe we'd better leave
that package on the workbench there, okay? We'll get it on the way back
out."
Jesse shrugged, but put the padded
envelope on the bench between two little metal cabinets full of little
clear-faced drawers.
They went into the kitchen. Marty's
mom was over by the counter, reading something in a book. "Oh, hi guys.
Is that the mail?"
Marty suddenly looked a little too
innocent, and smiled as he placed the mail on the countertop. "Yup.
That's all of it."
Mrs. Anderson went to look through
the small pile of envelopes and flyers, and Marty motioned to Jesse that
they should go.
They'd scarcely turned to leave when
another person came around through the doorway into the kitchen. "Hi,
Jesse."
Jesse turned to look back, already
knowing who it was. "Parker. How are you?"
"Not bad."
Marty had turned as well, and was
watching his sister with a blank expression on his face.
"Oh, is that the mail?" Parker
looked at the pile of stuff her mom was looking through, then turned
back to Marty, and grinned at him. "Anything interesting
come today?"
Marty glared, pointed at their
mother, raised a fist at his sister. Parker shrugged, but her grin
didn't go away. "Just asking."
Marty gave her a big, exaggerated
nod, and mouthed the word yes. Then he drew his fingers
across his mouth as if closing a zipper, and pointed at his sister.
Mrs. Anderson became aware of the
byplay behind her somehow, and without looking back said," Stop all that
waving. If you have a secret, take it outside."
Parker squeezed her eyes shut and
laughed silently, and Marty just grabbed Jesse's arm and hustled him
through the door into the garage.
What the fuck is going on?
Jesse wondered.
Marty grabbed the package off the
workbench, but before they could get out of the garage Parker came out
from the kitchen. "Wait a second."
Marty almost cringed, but stopped.
So did Jesse.
Parker came up to them, pointed at
the package. "Is that it?"
Marty turned to face her. "Yeah. Why
do you have to be such a jerk in front of mom, Park? You promised,
remember?"
Parker's smile turned into a frown.
"Oh, come on. I stuck my neck out a little for you, baby brother. I was
just having a little fun. Relax. Mom doesn't know anything."
Jesse was looking back and forth
between brother and sister. "Someone want to let me in on this?"
Parker looked surprised; and then
she gave Marty an incredulous look. "He doesn't know?"
Marty's face fell, and fell so far
that Jesse's heart went out to him. Something was wrong here. Seeing
that kind of upset in Marty's face was hurtful.
Instinctively, he moved over closer to Marty, offering support the only
way he knew how.
He glared at Parker. "What's wrong
with you? Marty's your brother. Why are you so mean?"
Parker seemed surprised. "I'm not
being mean. Marty and I always kid around like this."
Jesse shook his head. "This isn't
funny. Can't you see how he looks?"
Parker looked at Marty, who was
still looking at the floor.
"I always wanted a brother or sister
because I thought it would be so cool," Jesse went on. "Now I'm glad I
don't have one."
Parker looked hurt. "I was only
kidding around." She cocked her head at Jesse. "You really don't know
what's going on, do you?"
Jesse shrugged. "Does it matter?
Mean is mean any time."
Marty put a hand out and touched
Jesse's arm. "She knows, Jesse."
Jesse blinked. "She knows? She knows
what?"
But even as he said it a horrible
suspicion overcame him. He looked back at Parker, who was looking at him
now with interest.
Marty looked at him. His upset had
only deepened. "She knows about us. I told her."
Jesse simply gaped. For a moment he
was shocked, and then he was angry. "What -?"
And then he just stopped. He
suddenly understood the reason for Marty's upset. Marty had told Parker
about their relationship, but he had not told Jesse
that he had told her. And now Marty was afraid that Jesse would
be so angry that it might damage their friendship.
Jesse looked into Marty's eyes. They
were wide open, without any kind of guards in place, and Jesse saw
deeply - perhaps more deeply into the other boy than he had ever seen
before, right down to the works that ran things. There were only two
things to be seen: love, and sadness. Love for Jesse, and sadness that
Marty might have just lost his ability to share it with him. The feeling
there was so deep that Jesse could not fail to feel the force of it.
He looked back at Parker. Marty
would not possibly have told her if he felt his sister would not keep
the secret, and the more Jesse thought about it, the more he decided
that Marty's judgment in this area was superior to his own. Parker was
Marty's sister - only he could know if it was safe to let her in on the
private side of his life. She already knew he was gay, and, well, it
just wasn't a huge leap to assume that Marty's best friend who he spent
all his time with might be gay, too.
Jesse was a little surprised at his
own calmness now. To be outed was one of his greatest fears; but somehow
that had always been connected with his parents finding out, or other
adults, or kids at school. Not here, in his own backyard, so to speak.
Parker was older; but
really, she was just a kid, too. And, she was Marty's sister. It seemed
obvious that Marty's mom didn't know about them, which meant Parker had
been keeping the secret.
It was a lot to consider, and he was
surprised at how quickly his mind sifted through everything and reached
a decision.
He moved closer to Marty, reached
out and closed a hand gently around his wrist. "It's okay."
Marty's face lit so beautifully that
Jesse just wanted to hug him right there. But he wasn't quite ready for
that - hugging Marty in front
of someone - but it made him feel warm, and filled him with
happiness to see.
Marty closed his eyes a moment, and
when he opened them again Jesse could see the affection inside the other
boy - a fluttery cloud of tiny sparkles, like bees swarming around a
honeypot. It glowed and it pulsed, and it was all for Jesse. He did the
only thing he could do - he smiled.
"Wow,"
Parker said softly. She was looking at them now with a new expression,
one maybe a little wondrous. "That was pretty awesome."
Marty put the package in one
hand and moved over and put his other arm around Jesse's shoulders, and
squeezed him fondly. "Told ya he was incredible."
Jesse tensed - then just sighed. So
much for worrying about doing things in front of people.
Parker nodded. "I'm sorry I upset
you. I didn't mean to do that. I guess I see now it was kind
of mean of me to kid around like that when you didn't know I was
playing."
Marty nodded. "I didn't get a chance
to tell Jesse." He looked at Jesse. "I'm sorry. But I had to tell her."
Now, that Jesse didn't
understand. "Why?"
Marty frowned. "Well, the other day
when you were over here, Parker was kidding us. She didn't know, but she
suspected. We talked about that, remember?"
Jesse nodded.
Marty looked at Parker, who now
looked a little embarrassed. "When I got home that night she came into
my room and was kidding me again." He looked at Jesse. "I was so
worried, Jesse, that my parents would just hear us kidding like that one
time and figure shit out. So I closed my bedroom door and I told her
straight up. And I told her how important you were to me, and I told her
she couldn't mess this up."
"And I promised I wouldn't," Parker
added. She came closer to them. "Let's go out to the gazebo for a
minute."
The three of them walked out back to
the little white structure and went inside. Parker sat in one of the
chairs and looked up at them, her eyes touching first on Jesse, then
going to Marty, then coming back to Jesse. "You love my little brother?"
Marty glared again. "Come on,
Parker."
She waved a hand at him, looked back
at Jesse. "Do you?"
The cat was out of the bag. It might
as well meow, too. Jesse nodded. "Yes."
Parker smiled. "Well, so do I."
Jesse smiled because he couldn't
help it. "Kinda hard to tell sometimes."
Parker nodded, but she smiled, too.
"Oh, I love to rag on him, no doubt. And he rags on me. That's what
having a brother or sister is about, Jesse. You love them, but you like
to get on them a little, too. It's family." She laughed.
Jesse stared at her, suddenly seeing
a lot of Marty's playful personality in Parker, and realizing that the
two of them were much the same in their view of the world. Their pretty
eyes and pretty smiles were apparently not all they shared.
What had Marty said, when Jesse had
told him that Marty might one day take over the world?
I don't want to run shit. I just
want to play with it.
"I see." He looked at Marty. "So
what's in the package?"
Marty tried hard not to grin like
crazy, but couldn't totally suppress it. "It's a surprise, I told you."
Parker laughed. "It sure as hell
will be, when you see it." Her eyes twinkled a little like Marty's often
did. "It was Marty's idea, but I helped get it. My mom lets me use her
credit card to order clothes online, and I sneaked that in with my last
order." She looked at Marty. "You owe me something for that."
Marty sighed. "Yeah, yeah. What have
you got in mind?"
Parker grinned, brought up a hand
and rubbed her jaw. "Well - I'd like to see you two kiss, for one
thing."
It was a toss-up who looked more
shocked - Marty or Jesse.
"No way," Marty said immediately.
"You think I'm gonna let you make fun of us --"
Jesse still had hold of Marty's
wrist; now he squeezed it, causing the other boy to go silent.
"Why do you want to see that?" Jesse
asked quietly.
Parker gave a little shrug.
"Well...two reasons. One, just to make absolutely sure this is real and
not some huge bullshit move on Marty's part --"
Marty raised a hand and opened his
mouth, but Jesse stopped him from speaking.
"And the other reason?" he asked.
Parker licked her lips.
"Well...because it's kind of cool to see two guys go at it."
Jesse smiled. Here comes that word
again. "So in other words, you're kinky."
Parker's eyebrows went up, and her
mouth dropped open.
Marty started laughing. "She is."
He looked over at Jesse, his eyes alight with laughter. "She's kinky,
Jesse."
Parker's face actually reddened. "I
am not."
Jesse smiled. "There's no reason to
be ashamed. Marty's kinky as shit. It probably runs in the family."
Both Andersons gaped at
him.
Jesse put his hands on his hips and
stared Marty down. "Tell me I'm lying and you're not kinky."
Marty looked like he wanted to talk,
but that his mouth wouldn't work. He stared at Jesse a few moments
longer; and then a big grin crept onto his face. He looked at Parker.
"Uh - I am pretty kinky, Park."
Parker laughed. "Yeah
- that's what I wanted to hear." She looked at Jesse, and he thought he
detected a little respect in her eyes. "Okay - I'm a little kinky. So
kiss my brother."
"Think I won't?" Jesse was feeling
his nerve now. No girl was going to push him into a corner!
He turned to Marty, smiled at him.
Marty still looked a little shocked, but held his ground as Jesse came
up to him and carefully put his arms around him. Jesse leaned in, rubbed
his face gently against Marty's, then kissed him.
Kissed him good.
Marty swayed a little, and then his
arms came up and encircled Jesse, and Jesse felt the mysterious package
against his back.
But then his attention went to the
kiss, and he made it last a whole minute.
When they stepped apart. Marty was
all smiles. "Shit. That was
worth almost anything."
Jesse looked at Parker. She wore a
small smile, and her eyes looked soft. She sighed. "That was so cute."
Jesse and Marty both laughed.
"Convinced?" Jesse asked her.
She nodded. "No way that was fake. I
could almost feel that one myself."
Marty grinned, gave Jesse a little
push. "He's a monster kisser, Park. Wanna try?"
Jesse felt his jaw drop, and it was
his turn to look at Marty with shock.
Marty just grinned at him. "Told you
I'd get you back. Country boy three, city boy one."
Jesse snorted, rolled his eyes. Damn.
"Okay, okay. You got me."
Both boys looked at Parker. There
was something in her eyes...Jesse realized with a shock what it was. He
grinned. "Made you horny, huh?"
Parker's eyes got very large, and
she would have looked mad if she hadn't looked so embarrassed.
Marty held up the package. "You
wanna use this when we're done?"
Parker jumped up from the chair,
took two steps out of the doorway of the gazebo...then stopped, and
turned and looked back at them, smiling. "Ow. You guys are nasty
together." The smile widened into a grin. "I like
that."
She came back, stood before them.
"Okay, I'm totally convinced. You two really are sweethearts."
She watched them a few seconds - and
then her face softened. She leaned forward, kissed Marty gently on the
cheek. Marty seemed surprised, but stood there and allowed it.
Parker backed away. "You're lucky to
have each other. I wish I had someone I could be with."
Marty licked his lips. "Someone will
come along, Park. You'll see."
She nodded. "Maybe. But probably not
until after school starts. There's nobody around here
but the squirrels." She watched them another few seconds, then
grinned and pointed at the package in Marty's hand. "Have fun."
Marty took Jesse by the arm and
started to leave the gazebo.
"Marty?"
They both turned back to look at
Parker. She grinned, a little evilly. "If you want to talk - you can
tell me about it later."
Marty and Jesse looked at each
other, trying not to laugh. Jesse took Marty by the arm this time and
pulled him out into the grass. They headed for the path down to the
fort. Jesse looked back once, and Parker was standing in the doorway of
the gazebo, watching them. She saw him look, and waved. He paused,
smiled, waved back.
And then they were out of sight.
"She won't follow us, will she?"
Jesse asked.
"No," Marty assured him. "I already
told you once she won't spy on us."
"Good. I guess I can take kissing
you in front of her, but ain't no way she's gonna watch us fool around."
Marty snorted and then laughed, but
didn't say anything more.
Jesse stopped suddenly. "We forgot
the tar paper."
Marty turned and looked at him. "You
really want to go back?"
Jesse had to smile. "Nope. I guess
not."
They got to the fort and went
inside, and Jesse bent down and closed the door. When he straightened
and turned around, Marty was right behind him. The other boy looked
right into his eyes, and smiled. "I was sure you were gonna explode when
you found out I told Parker."
Jesse sighed, let Marty wrap him in
his arms and kiss him. "I was a little upset," he admitted.
Marty hugged him. "Yeah, but you
didn't go off."
Jesse smiled, leaned forward and
laid his face against Marty's cheek. "I felt what it was like when I
thought you were gone one time before. I ain't doing that again."
Marty closed his eyes, hugged Jesse
close. They stood together, wrapped in each other's arms, until Jesse
pushed Marty back. "Okay, what's in that damn package? I'm getting tired
of being the only one that doesn't know."
Marty had dropped it on the bunk.
They went and sat on either side of it, and both of them stared at it.
Marty looked up, grinning. "I found it online a while back. But I didn't
have any way to get it. After I told Parker about us, she was kinda nice
about it all, and asked if she could do anything to help me. I asked her
to help me get this stuff."
Marty picked up the package, ripped
open the end of it. He peered inside, then reached in and pulled
something out.
It was a plastic bottle with a
rounded cap and a glitzy label. Jesse simply looked at it, unable to
believe that this was the cause of all the ruckus.
He stared at Marty. "All that shit
over that? What the hell is it?"
Marty grinned, looking at the
bottle's label. "It's sex lube. Better than that K-Y stuff. This is the
real deal, Jesse."
Jesse started laughing. Well, that
was actually something they could use;
but - all that crap over a bottle of slippery fuck stuff? It seemed
ridiculous.
Marty reached into the package again
and pulled out another bottle the same size as the first one, but with a
different label.
"Now what's that?" Jesse asked.
"More lube?"
"No. It's a special cleaner."
Marty set the two bottles down on
the bed. "It goes with this." He reached back into the package and
withdrew a long, narrow box. Marty dropped the now empty shipping
package on the mattress and pulled at the end of the box. Jesse sat
forward, interested despite himself. Maybe this was what all the ruckus
was about.
Marty got the end of the box open,
upended it, and something slid out into his hand.
Jesse blinked, leaned forward...holy
shit!
The thing was maybe an inch thick,
and every bit of seven inches long, if not more. It had veins visible in
it, and the head was as perfectly formed as any Jesse had ever seen.
Marty grinned as he held the thing out for Jesse to inspect, and Jesse
reached a hand out...but at the last minute stopped short of taking it.
It was a pecker. A rubber dick,
looking just like the real thing, with little nubby balls at the end of
it, and what looked for all the world like a suction cup behind the
balls.
And, it was purple. Bright
purple.
Jesse looked at Marty. "What is it?"
Marty looked like he was trying not
to laugh. "It's called a dildo."
Jesse had seen the word but never
heard it spoken; and now he realized he had seen things like this
before, too, on the Internet, in porn videos. Guys would take them,
and...and...
His mouth dropped open. Marty
nodded. "You know what it's for now?"
Jesse sat back, horrified. "You're
not stuffing that thing up my butt!"
Marty pulled the pecker away and
looked at it more closely. He smiled, then looked at Jesse. "I heard it
feels really good, Jesse."
Jesse looked at his friend like he
was nuts. "It's too long,
Marty. You'd knock my teeth out with that thing."
Marty laughed. "Dummy. You only
stick in as far as you need to. Just enough to rub your button."
Jesse opened his mouth...but then
closed it again. His button? Ooh.
He already knew how wonderful that felt. He looked at the
dildo again. It was a little greater in diameter than either of their
own peckers - but the length was just scary.
Marty leaned forward. "Imagine you
put lube on it and make it all slick. Then you lay back with your legs
apart, and someone puts this in your butt, and moves it in and out, and
rubs your button...while they're sucking your dick.
Jesse licked his lips, imagining. Shit.
Marty shrugged. "I don't have to use
it on you. You can use it on me. I'd love to have my button
rubbed while you're sucking my dick." He took the dildo and acted like
he was going to put it back in the box.
"Um...wait a minute," Jesse said,
reaching out his hand. Marty grinned, laid the thing in Jesse's palm.
Jesse examined the dildo, feeling
it's texture between his fingers. It was velvety soft, almost like skin,
and the little surface features like veins and ridges were also soft.
The head was almost as pliant and soft as his own real one, and the
shaft was solid but flexible, just like a real, hard dick. He imagined
having Marty stick a few inches of this thing up his butt, all slippery
with lube, and rub his insides with it while giving Jesse a nice
blowjob.
Down in his shorts, he felt a rush,
and then movement as his dick began to stiffen.
Jesse sighed. Oh well. The
expert had spoken. "Okay."
Marty tossed his head back and
started laughing. "That was quick."
Jesse felt a little stupid, but just
nodded. "My imagination kicked in."
Marty laughed a second or two
longer, and then quieted down. "No shit. That's what happened to me when
I first saw it online. My imagination kicked in."
Jesse was about to hand the dildo
back to Marty when an impulse popped up in the back of his mind. But it
didn't stay there for long. He raised the dildo, pointed the head at his
eyes, looked down its length. Fuckin' thing looked
like a real dick, except for being purple.
He brought it closer, stuck out his
tongue, tasted the head of it. It had very little taste, and what was
there was just kind of neutral. So he went ahead and pushed a couple of
inches of it into his mouth - and there it kind of failed. It wasn't
warm like a real dick, and it only felt vaguely like a real dick on his
tongue. But it was still an interesting experience.
He became aware that Marty was
looking at him, his eyes huge, and that the front of Marty's shorts was
tenting up quite fast. Jesse pulled the dildo out of his mouth and
laughed, using the toy to point at the other boy's crotch. "Make you
horny to see me sucking on it?"
"Damn right," Marty said, taking the
front of his shorts and waving it to make room for his expanded pecker.
Jesse looked at the dildo a last
time, then handed it back. "Wanna go swimming?" He smiled. "And take
that with us?"
Marty nodded. "Yeah. You and me and
the snake. Let's go." Marty's eyes filled with blue sparkles, and Jesse
just loved him.
_________________
They left their shirts and flip-flops
at the fort. The intermittent sun leaking through the forest canopy
overhead felt good on Jesse's back as they made their way to the creek. It
was already hot enough for a swim, and Jesse was looking forward to the
cool and clear water.
They'd evicted Jesse's binoculars from its carrying case and were using it
to transport the lube and cleaner and the rubber pecker, and a folded up
mass of paper towels for the cleaner. Not that they expected to see anyone
else - but walking around with a big purple pecker in hand seemed too much
like advertising one's sins for Jesse to be comfortable with the idea. All
they needed was to run into Mr. Devlin poking around on his property, and
they would have one tough piece of explaining to do.
What's that you've got there, boys?
Um...
Jesse still couldn't quite get used to the term dildo. What
idiot thought up that? It sounded like something you'd find growing on the
bottom of your nutsack, that needed a doctor with something unpleasantly
sharp to remove. Still, there was this little thrill growing inside of
Jesse at the idea of having that slick thing pushed up inside of him while
Marty sucked his dick. It made Jesse a little hard just to think about it,
and as they walked he kept adjusting the front of his shorts to make room
for the growing volume of his equipment.
Marty looked over at him and grinned. "Are you playing with yourself?"
Jesse laughed. "I'm thinking about that rubber pecker up my butt."
"You wanna go first? I don't mind. I'm kind lookin' forward to playing
with that thing in your butt."
Jesse smiled, looking over at his friend. He was about to add something
else when a thought struck him, and he laughed again, a little harder.
"What?" Marty smiled, looking interested.
Jesse reached out and put a hand on the other boy's arm. "I just realized
you asked Parker if she wanted to use the pecker later."
Marty nodded, his eyes bright. "Oh, yeah. She was horny. She can use it,
too, as far as I'm concerned."
The idea was a little startling. "You mean in her pussy?"
"Sure. We can all use it. Everybody's just gotta remember to wash it with
the special cleaner after they're done. That way everyone stays safe."
Jesse looked at him. "Come on - you think she'll really use it, when she
knows it's been up our butts?"
Marty sighed. "Yeah, she'll use it. I know she ordered it for me, but she
was thinkin' about usin' it herself, too."
Jesse was silent a moment. "I'm kinda amazed she knows about us. I was
scared of that happening, and now all of a sudden it's done and it doesn't
bother me at all."
Marty nodded. "I told ya: she's my sister. She'll look out for us, and she
probably won't kid us so much now that you ragged her on it." He grinned.
"Well, at least she won't do it around my parents anymore."
They arrived at the swimming hole and sat the case with the dildo and
bottles on the stump seat. Marty immediately came up to Jesse and put his
arms around him. "You see the suction cup on the back of the dildo?"
Jesse nodded. "That's what it really is? What do you need that for?"
"It's so you can stick it to a smooth surface and back up on it. You know,
make it go in and out that way."
Jesse stared. "Get out."
Marty nodded. "Yup. You have to be careful doing it, though, or
the suction will pull your dick in from the other side. You'll wind up
with two inches instead of what you have now."
Jesse stared at him. Marty looked absolutely serious, and nodded. "Yup. I
read about it online with the warnings."
Jesse shook his head vehemently. "Well, then you aren't sticking that
thing in me. I need all my four
and a little inches."
Marty suddenly grinned and started laughing. Jesse immediately realized
he'd been had, and squeezed the other boy tightly. But the feeling of
Marty laughing in his arms was just so nice that Jesse could only grin.
"Funny," he said, a little sourly, but couldn't hide his good spirits. "I
guess it's country boy four, city boy two now. Laugh while you can. I'll
get you back."
Marty sighed. "You always think about revenge? That's just nasty."
Jesse snorted. "Oh, yeah? But it's okay when you do it?"
Marty grinned. "Well, yeah. I'm behind, dummy. If I'm gonna
catch up I have to think revenge a little."
Jesse crossed his arMrs. "So I'm not the only nasty one around here."
Marty shook his head, but grinned and gave Jesse a quick kiss. "Let's call
a truce, okay? I just want to have some fun with you now."
Jesse nodded. "Okay. There's always time later for more revenge."
Marty brightened. "Uh huh. And I'm gonna be really
creative next time."
Jesse smiled at the look on Marty's face, but then wagged a finger at the
other boy as a thought came to mind. "No joking around while we're fooling
around, though, okay?" Jesse followed the finger wag with a stern look. "I
will be a little pissed if I think I'm getting ready to have a
slippery rubber pecker slid up my butt and then I feel a pine cone between
my buns. You get me?"
Marty frowned. "I'd never do that to you, Jesse. I promise. No jokes while
we're doing stuff together."
"I promise, too," Jesse said.
They smiled at each other, and Jesse tightened his grip around the other
boy again. "Can I get a kiss?"
Marty simply leaned in, re-circled his arms around Jesse, and let him have
the kiss he wanted. It was a very nice kiss, too.
Jesse leaned his head back and smiled at his friend. "I have a pair of
swim trunks I'm about ready to start wearing every day. You'll like them.
They don't go down to my knees like my other trunks do. They just go down
a little - about to here." He touched Marty's thigh, about two
inches down below his nuts.
Marty grinned. "Really? Shit, that ain't a Speedo, but it's close
enough for me."
Jesse nodded. "That's pretty much all I wear all summer, once it gets hot.
That's 'cause I swim every day and hang out at the fort. My mom likes me
to wear a shirt for meals, and that's about the only time I do. Outside,
it's just the trunks. I like to be tanned - " he leaned closer to Marty,
smiled into his eyes " - and I want to look sexy
for you," he ended in a whisper.
Marty grinned, hugged him again. "Jesse, I got news for you: you'd look
sexy to me any way you were
dressed."
Jesse smiled, feeling the same way about Marty. Sexy wasn't just
about showing skin. There was sexy in the way you moved, and the way you
looked at people; it was in your smile, and how you treated others. But
mostly a person's sexiness was located somewhere else - in the eyes of the
person that loved them.
Jesse tucked his thumbs into the waistband of Marty's shorts, getting them
inside his boxers, too. "Ready to get naked?"
Marty grinned. "Yeah. You?"
Jesse just nodded.
Thing about wanting something is, you can usually make it happen. Jesse
settled to his haunches, taking Marty's clothing with him. Marty put a
hand on Jesse's shoulder to balance himself while Jesse lifted each of
Marty's feet and pulled his clothing off of him. Jesse sank forward to his
knees, on an eye level now with Marty's stiff dick. He looked at it,
smiling.
For real, no purple piece of rubber could ever take the place of one of these.
Jesse loved the way Marty's dick looked, loved the way it felt in his hand
and his mouth - and in his butt. Marty's balls were round and tight, and
Jesse simply wanted to kiss them - so he did. Marty giggled a little while
he did it, too, smiling down at him, and dropping a hand onto Jesse's head
to finger his hair.
Jesse took each nut inside his mouth in turn, gently rubbed it with his
tongue, feeling it's shape and it's softness. Then he backed off, took
Marty's pecker in his hand, rubbed the tip of it gently against his nose
and his lips, across his cheeks and along his jaw, and then kissed it. He
tasted the end of it, kissed it one last time, then stood.
Marty was smiling, his eyes bright. His hands went to Jesse's shorts, and
they came off the same way the Marty's had done. And then it was Jesse's
turn to look down and watch and feel as Marty touched him, rubbed him,
sampled him, kissed him.
Marty returned to standing, pulled Jesse close to him, and sighed
mightily. "I think I'm seeing fireworks again," he said, giving Jesse a
kiss.
Jesse sighed, and pressed his face against the other boy's. He was seeing
them, too. The sky of his mind was full of them: bright, colorful, eternal sparkles, like
the blue ones that lived inside Marty's eyes.
Jesse was conscious of the fact that these new, special moments were there
only because he was with Marty. That the two of them had a special bond
between them was something he knew now - as sure and as strong a thing as
anything Jesse had ever felt or touched with anyone. The world had smiled
and given him a gift, a truly wondrous and special one, and then it had
stood back and given him room to explore it.
Jesse put an arm around Marty's neck and nuzzled him with his face, just
to let him know that there was nothing in the world right now that he
would rather be doing. He could feel Marty's body move as muscles adjusted
his stance and balance. He could feel Marty's chest move against him as
the boy breathed, could feel the warm air he exhaled against his cheek. He
could feel the soft touch of Marty's skin against his, and the warmth of
him - a beautiful and special warmth, so different from the warmth of the
summer day.
It was the warmth of life - he could feel Marty's life. And
Jesse so loved that life, too. Marty had brought him a sense of new
things, and a way of feeling about them he had never known before. It was
a thing begun with Nate - explored and touched just at the beginning; but
what he had now with Marty had grown, and left behind those very first
steps. It was as if, when he held Marty close, that he got a glimpse of
another universe, one decorated and furnished by another creator than the
universe that Jesse knew. There were beautiful and mysterious things
there, some that made him gasp in amazement, some that made him smile with
joy. All of them things he had found he loved.
"What are you thinking about?" Marty asked, giving him a squeeze.
"You," Jesse said softly, keeping his face pressed against Marty's. "Just
how special you are."
Marty gave him another squeeze, one that needed no words to communicate
that Marty felt the same way about Jesse.
"Are we gonna swim, or are we gonna cry?"
Jesse pulled back his head and looked at Marty. Once again, the other
boy's eyes looked moist. Jesse felt his own eyes sting a little - and he
smiled.
"I won't cry, if you won't cry."
Marty laughed. "We're gettin' to be a couple of girls."
Jesse grinned, looked over his shoulder at the creek, began moving that
way, taking Marty with him. "Can't have that."
"Oh, I love this ride," Marty said, grinning. "I always get wet at the
end."
Jesse laughed. "It's about to happen again."
They got to the edge of the creek and Jesse simply leaned over, taking
Marty with him. They crashed into the surface of the water, sending spray
skywards. They bounced back to the surface, both laughing.
"Hey, it's not as cold today," Marty observed, taking a hand and tossing a
littler water at Jesse.
Jesse grinned. "It's the same as it always is. You're just getting used to
it now." He took his hand and tossed some water back at Marty.
That did it. In an instant they were using their arms, skidding them
across the surface of the water, throwing huge torrents of spray at each
other, both of them laughing and squealing. Jesse blinked water out of his
eyes as fast as it entered them, keeping his sights on Marty, waiting
until the other boy closed his eyes for a second.
Eventually it happened. Marty got an especially large face full of water,
closed his eyes instinctively. Jesse dived under the water, quickly
circled the other boy, came up behind him. Marty had his hands up, as if
to still defend himself from spray that was no longer being directed at
him.
Jesse took a finger, moved closer, and stuck it into Marty's buttcrack.
Bullseye. Marty jumped and hooted, and turned around, pulling
away. His eyes were wide, and he seemed astonished to find Jesse behind
him. But he wasted only a second looking before diving at Jesse, a huge
grin on his face, going low, grabbing Jesse in a bear hug around the
thighs, and lifting him skyward.
Jesse howled with laughter as Marty stuck his face into Jesse's belly and
moved it rapidly side to side, tickling.
"Stop!" Jesse yelled, putting his hands on Marty's shoulders and weakly
trying to push away. But the tickle overcame him, and he threw his head
back and laughed, helpless to resist. Some sense remained - enough to prod
him to lean backwards in an attempt to break Marty's grip or upset the two
of them; but Marty managed to keep his balance.
Jesse's pecker, subdued by the cool water, tried to get fully hard again,
but only managed a halfhearted attempt against the pressure of Marty's
chest. Jesse's ability to think came and went between torrents of laughter
- but he managed to retain enough sense this time to think of something to
say.
"I'm gonna piss on you!" he breathed through clenched teeth, gripping
Marty's shoulders tightly.
Marty suddenly stopped moving and drew his head back. "For real?"
Jesse managed to get a full breath, and tilted his head forward and looked
down into Marty's eyes. "Put me down."
Marty grinned. "I thought you were gonna piss on me."
Jesse laughed, a little desperately. "Put me down, or you'll find out the
hard way."
But Marty didn't release him. Instead, he tilted Jesse back a little, and
quickly brought a hand around and pulled Jesse's dick upward, so that it
pointed up at the bottom of Marty's chin. Then he threw the other hand
back into the bear hug, pulling Jesse hard against him. Jesse's dick was
squeezed, with only the head still sticking out between them.
Jesse had missed his opportunity to escape. He was still a little
breathless and unfocused. Damn.
Marty grinned at him. "Go ahead and piss."
"You're crazy!" Jesse said, trying not to grin. Marty was really wound up
- Jesse could see it in the other boy's eyes. When Marty got excited like
this he wasn't always thinking straight, and was liable to say or do
anything.
Marty leaned forward, stuck his nose into Jesse's belly, and gave it a
short, fierce tickle. Jesse's whole body clenched, and he had to use every
bit of control he could muster in order not to laugh.
"Stop it!" Jesse tried to sound serious, but couldn't manage to keep the
stupid grin off his face. As much as he usually hated to be tickled, he
loved that Marty was holding him so, and that the other boy was being so
intimate with him. It was impossible for him not to convey at least some
of the enjoyment he was feeling at Marty holding him close.
"I'm not putting you down," Marty said, grinning up at him.
Jesse began to squirm again; Marty plunged his nose back into Jesse's
belly and went at it. Jesse screamed with laughter at the new assault and
it was everything he could do to hold on. Thing was, he really could take
a piss now, if he wanted to. His bladder was sending a signal that the
tickling was stirring things up, and that maybe it might be a good idea to
go find a tree and play doggie.
"You better stop...or else!" Jesse managed to get out. But that only made
Marty redouble his efforts.
And then Jesse understood - really understood. Marty wanted
for Jesse to piss on him. Jesse had pissed in the creek numerous times
while swimming here, knowing the flow of water around them would carry the
stuff away pretty quickly. He and Nate had even stood on the bank by the
dam, naked, and had pissing battles, shooting streams into the water on
the other side of the dam, and lashing them together like two sword
fighters in a duel.
But never had Jesse ever pissed on someone - not ever.
Marty pressed his nose in and gave Jesse an especially powerful tickle,
and that was what decided Jesse on what to do next.
Thing was, he was half hard, and his bladder had very good control. His
piss muscle - the one that kept piss in - was in a knot and wouldn't let
him go. Jesse pounded weakly a last time on Marty's shoulders, then bent
his head forward towards Marty's. "Okay!"
Marty stopped, looked up at him. "For real?"
Jesse looked at him. "You really want me to piss on you?"
Marty grinned. "What do you think?"
Jesse shook his head. "Why didn't you just ask?"
Marty opened his mouth to reply just as Jesse found his control. A geyser
erupted upwards out of the water between them, impacted on Marty's chin,
and splattered away on both sides into the creek.
Marty looked shocked as the warm stream hit him, and Jesse just had to
laugh at the look on the other boy's face. Marty wasted a second staring
up at Jesse; then he closed his mouth, closed his eyes, and turned his
face downward into the stream.
The piss splattered against Marty's lips and nose, and everywhere else as
Marty slowly moved his face around in a circle.
Jesse was a little shocked. It made the flow hesitate - but only for a
second; then it was spurting upwards again, until Jesse's bladder was
completely empty.
He simply stared downward at his friend as the last little spurts bubbled
under the surface; and then he was done.
Marty rolled his head back, tilted his face upwards, and opened his eyes.
He looked up at Jesse, and then licked his lips. "Hmm. Kinda good,
actually."
Jesse rolled his eyes towards the sky, unable to believe that Marty had
really tasted his piss. "Yuck."
Slowly, Marty relaxed his grip and let Jesse slide down into his embrace.
Jesse looked at Marty as their faces came even - there was really no trace
of what had just happened.
Marty grinned at him. "That was wild."
Jesse frowned. "You really are nuts."
Marty looked a little hurt; but then he smiled. "It came out of you,
Jesse. How could it be bad?"
Jesse tried not to smile, but couldn't quite manage it. Despite
everything, he was a little touched by Marty's apparent reverence for the
experience.
"It's yucky," Jesse repeated. "It's piss."
Marty gave him a little shrug. "You know how many guys would puke if they
had to drink another guy's spunk?"
That was food for thought. Jesse loved Marty's spunk - it was warm and
spicy and full of love. It came out of Marty's nuts and his dick, both
parts of Marty that Jesse loved. That someone else might find it
disgusting was a thought that really made Jesse think. He looked at Marty
again, gave him a little smile.
"What was it like?"
Marty shrugged. "Kinda has no taste. Maybe a little salty, maybe a little
sweet. Hard to describe. Not bad at all." He grinned. "I only licked the
taste off my lips, Jesse. It's not like I drank your piss or anything."
Jesse looked into Marty's eyes, couldn't help smiling. "Nut."
Marty squeezed Jesse closer. "I love all of you, Jesse. Is that wrong?"
Jesse took a big breath, let it out slowly. "No. I love all of you, too."
He shrugged. "I just don't know if I could taste your piss as easy as you
just did with mine."
Marty grinned. "Well, you could let me piss on you and find out."
Jesse couldn't help but to laugh. "We're getting awful weird, aren't we?"
Marty shrugged. "So what?"
Again, Jesse had to think about that. Were there rules to this stuff? Were
there things that he and Marty shouldn't do? Jesse knew about safe sex. He
had done nothing but read about it online since he had discovered his own
sexuality. He knew there were all sorts of illnesses that could be
transferred through sex, and that, for real, if you were going to stick
your dick in someone's butt - or let someone stick their dick in yours -
the one doing the sticking should wear a rubber.
But Jesse also knew that he had simply never been with anyone but Marty.
And Marty had only been with Keith, and they had only ever been with each
other. A pretty small circle from which to draw worry about getting
something. From what Jesse had read online, a simple truth had emerged: if
you didn't have anything to give, no one was going to get anything from
you during sex. And, the reverse was also a truth.
What was it called, the way he and Marty did sex? Penetration. And
they did that in a way guys online called barebacked - which
meant with no condom. It was only for two people who didn't mess with
anybody else, and knew that the other was safe. No stuff to pass along.
Jesse had also seen online some of the huge variety of things guys did
together in the name of making love to each other. Some of it - like tying
the other guy up and spanking him - was kind of stupid, but harmless -
unless carried to extremes. Like spanking them until they yelled, or until
their skin was red and obviously damaged. He'd seen a few videos where
guys were tied up and blindfolded and acted like they didn't want to do
what was happening to them. He'd eventually understood it was acting - a
kind of sexplay he didn't really get at
all. How could you hurt - or even pretend to hurt - somebody you loved?
He'd also seen guys put whipped cream or chocolate syrup on each other and
lick it off, eat strawberries out of each other's bellybuttons - shit;
Jesse had seen one porn video where a guy spunked in his boyfriend's butt,
and then used his finger to dip it back out and eat
it. Right in front of the camera!
And Jesse had seen a lot of other weird stuff, too.
He looked at Marty. Jesse loved the other boy - everything
about him. Loved him plain and simple. So was there a limit to things they
did together, as long as they both enjoyed it? Or even, if one of them
enjoyed it, and the other didn't really mind, because the love was more
important?
And that was the answer. No.
There was no recognizable line - no limit. What mattered was the love.
That was what was important.
Jesse smiled. "Got any piss in you?"
Marty's eyes got big. "What the heck were you just thinking about?"
Jesse leaned forward, kissed Marty. "Just thinking about what was
important. Come here."
Jesse turned and walked over to the bank, then followed it along to the
part that was waist high from the floor of the creek. When he got there,
he turned, and hopped up onto the bank to be seated on his butt. He waved
at Marty to hurry up.
Marty grinned and hopped through the water to stand in front of Jesse.
Jesse spread his legs and motioned for Marty to come stand between them.
As Marty got close, Jesse reached out and took the other boy's half-hard
dick, guided it so that it pointed upwards as their bodies came together.
Jesse kept his hand over the head of Marty's dick, rubbed it gently as he
looked into the other boy's eyes. "You gotta piss? Go ahead."
Marty grinned. "Really?"
"Yeah. I just said so, didn't I?"
He watched as Marty seemed to concentrate. Then the other boy laughed. "I
can't. I'm too hard."
Jesse stopped rubbing the head of Marty's dick and just kept his hand over
it. He didn't want Marty to spray piss into his face - not the first time,
anyway. Jesse needed to see if he could tolerate the experience at all,
first.
Jesse reached out his other hand, rubbed it gently down Marty's side.
"Relax. I love you."
Marty grinned, leaned forward and pressed his lips to Jesse's. They set
about tasting the entire insides of each other's mouths, which was quite
enjoyable in itself. But about midway through, Jesse suddenly felt warm
liquid spray through his fingers, and gasped as the stuff covered his
chest. It was very warm - body temperature - and it actually felt quite
good as it spread across the front of his body and ran down to his crotch
and thighs. Marty's piss. Jesse found that, instead of being revolting, it
was simply a warm and pleasant experience. Knowing that the stuff came out
of the inside of Marty was a little stimulating, too, and Jesse felt his
dick start to get much harder, very fast.
He pulled back from Marty, looked up into his eyes. Marty was smiling - an
anxious smile, maybe, as he watched to see how Jesse would react. They
gazed into each other's eyes for all of the ten seconds it took for Marty
to empty his bladder; then it was over. Jesse looked down, feeling his
skin began to cool immediately now that it was no longer being soaked.
Marty continued to watch him. Jesse gave the head of Marty's dick a last
fond rub, then brought his hand up and looked at it. Still the same - all
the fingers right where they belonged. He brought it to his nose, smelled
it, detected the very faintest of not unpleasant odors. He gave a little
sigh, stuck his tongue out, and licked a finger.
Marty was right. There was very little taste at all. Jesse could just
barely detect a salty reaction on his tongue, and maybe a sweet one, too.
Nothing else to comment upon.
He looked up at Marty. "I just tasted your piss."
Marty grinned. "I saw. Kinky bastard."
Jesse grinned back. "Look who's talking."
Marty leaned forward, pushed Jesse back into the carpet of old leaves,
crawled out of the water and on top of him, and began to kiss every square
inch of Jesse's face. And with great gusto, too.
Jesse endured it at first, smiling; and then he loved it, smiling even
more, until he started laughing at Marty's sheer exuberance. "Hey! You're
gonna take my nose off."
Marty grinned. "Oh, I don't think that'll happen. But I am ready for some
other stuff." He looked over at the stump bench, to where the binocular
case rested.
Jesse felt a small thrill. "Okay."
Marty got up carefully, trotted over to the bench, returned with the case.
He stopped, looked at the way Jesse was laying, with his legs still
dangling in the water, and smiled. "This should be interesting."
He set the case down next to Jesse and slid back into the water, stepped
into the place between Jesse's legs. Jesse sat up, and Marty took him into
his arms and kissed him. They looked at each other, and then hugged
silently for a moment. Jesse closed his eyes, just happy. This was the
best summer vacation ever.
Marty leaned forward, pushing Jesse back down, and applied more kisses to
Jesse's face. Jesse smiled, then laughed as Marty used his tongue to
tickle his chin and his cheeks. Finally, Marty pulled back and smiled at
him. "It's so much fun playing with you, Jesse," he said, sighing. "You
want to try everything, don't you?"
Jesse looked at his friend a moment before replying. "Only because it's
with you," he said at last. "That's what makes it special."
Marty nodded. "For me, too." He looked at Jesse a moment longer, still
smiling, then waggled his eyebrows. "Ready?"
Jesse nodded. He watched as Marty opened the case and withdrew the rubber
pecker. They both looked at it a moment, and Jesse smiled as he realized
they were both thinking the same thing: wonder what this'll feel
like? Marty took the folded up paper towels, separated one and
opened it. He picked up the bottle of cleaner, squeezed some stuff out
onto the paper towel, and then wiped the rubber pecker down carefully.
Then he repeated the process with the lube, wiping the first four inches
or so of the thing with slick stuff, until it glistened. Then he handed it
to Jesse to hold, making sure to allow him to get it by the nubby
balls-end so that it would stay clean and slippery.
Jesse looked at the slicked-up pecker, smiling in anticipation.
Marty took the bottle of lube and squirted some onto a
fingertip, reached his hand down and carefully pushed his finger into
Jesse's pucker. "Pull your legs up some."
Jesse complied, raising his legs until his feet came out of the water.
Marty rubbed his fingertip slowly around Jesse's pucker, then just as
carefully pushed it inside. Jesse's body clenched at the feel, and his
dick went to super hard in an instant. Mmm.
Marty grinned, squeezed a little more lube onto his
fingertip, then repeated the process. Then he closed the cap on the bottle
and wiped his finger on another paper towel.
He reached out and carefully transferred the dildo from Jesse's hand to
his own. Then, using his other hand, he indicated to Jesse to pull his
legs up higher. Jesse complied, bringing his knees back to his chest.
"This hurts you tell me right away," Marty said, giving him a look. "I 'm
not sure how to do this, so I'm just going to do it like it's my own dick
going in, okay?"
Jesse nodded.
Marty lowered the dildo, and Jesse suddenly felt the tip of it against the
center of his pucker. He willed the muscles there to cooperate, to let the
purple pecker gain entry. Marty pushed a little, and it felt just like
Marty's pecker there, asking to come in. Jesse smiled, trying to relax
even more. He'd done this before, and he wanted to do it again.
The rubber pecker began to go in, feeling just like Marty's dick did the
last time. It hurt a little, and it felt weird - but it also felt good.
The feeling of fullness came over his butt, and things down there seemed
both excited and a little distressed at the same time.
What the fuck is this?
I dunno. But it was fun last time - let it in!
"Wow," Marty said softly. "That went in easy. You're getting
really good at this, Jesse."
Jesse just nodded, his eyes squeezed shut, feeling the strangeness of
having the thing up his butt; but also the conflicting good-hurt magic of
it, too. "Move it some," he breathed, trying to control his breathing,
which was trying to speed up. Jesse's whole body was feeling excited, and
he knew it would only get better.
He felt movement, and the rubber pecker began to move in and out. It was
almost exactly like having Marty's dick up his butt, with just some subtle
thing he couldn't even name to tell him it wasn't identical. Marty
slid the pecker in and out, and slowly the pain went away, and it just
felt good. Each inward thrust touched Jesse's button, sending
that little bolt of lightning throughout his gut; fire and ice and tickly
fingers, all rolled into one. It was good - very
good - and Jesse's dick felt like old iron standing between his
legs.
He felt Marty crouch down, push Jesse's legs apart; and the in-out
movement paused while Marty used his other hand to pick up Jesse's dick.
He touched his tongue to it, and Jesse felt the urge to moan - so he did.
He heard Marty give a tiny laugh; and then the other boy was sinking down
the shaft of Jesse's dick, slowly. The in and out motion of the rubber
pecker resumed, and Jesse felt his middle crawl with the dual sensation.
He slapped his open hands against the ground and opened his eyes, and let
another noise out. It might have been a moan - Jesse wasn't sure. He
turned his eyes up into the green canopy overhead, watched in an abstract
sense as the leaves waved in the trees and the sun danced in and out among
the branches, and felt his body tremble as fire mites cavorted on his
groin. Marty was going up and down on Jesse's dick in time to the
thrusting motions of the dildo, and the joint movement had such a pleasing
rhythm that Jesse could hardly resist the urge to roll his hips in time.
He did finally, unable not to do it; and all three motions combined to
spirit away his inner sense and leave behind only that part of his mind in
tune with his body - the part that felt his body.
His hands gripped and ungripped in the dry leaves, his toes flexed and his
feet moved in time with his body. All one motion, all one feel.
He pulled his gaze down from the trees, looked at Marty. The other boy's
eyes were fixed on him, and he wore a small smile as he worked on Jesse's
dick. Jesse tried to grin back, wasn't sure if it came off. But Marty
looked pleased at his reaction, and Jesse felt Marty's thumb rub against
his full nutsack - just one more pleasure in a land full of them right
now.
Slowly, Jesse felt the urge inside build, a tightening of things, a spring
being wound up to its utmost limit. Jesse's thighs felt almost numb at the
top; he tried to reach them with his hands, but, oddly, didn't seem to
know exactly where they were. He settled for laying his palms on his belly
and rubbing that, which made Marty smile even more, and Jesse smiled back.
His breathing was fast now, and each exhaled breath was going out as a
little ah, just whispered, not even really sound. Jesse squeezed
his eyes shut again, felt the urge in his nuts, and then in his taint, and
then working up the shaft of his gloriously happy pecker. Some evil part
of his mind made him sit on the urge, to let it build, until Jesse thought
something awful would happen if he didn't let it escape.
His hips rose slowly and his thighs - there they were - clenched;
and then his dick was firing off a chain of volleys into the warmth of
Marty's mouth. Marty closed his eyes, the thrusts of the dildo continued,
Marty's tongue wrestled with the flexing of Jesse's dick; and Jesse
gripped small piles of old leaves on either side of him so fiercely that
they were turned to dust. His mind wandered away, and he lost track of
where he was...
Once upon a time there was a boy, and his name was Jesse. Jesse had within
his heart a love - a very special love - for another boy, whose name was
Marty. Jesse and Marty did things together - wonderful things, that made
each of them excited, happy, and pleased. On special days when the summer
breezes blew through the leaves of the trees and the warm sun shone
overhead, they would go to their special place by the water and love each
other in magical ways. Each time they did these things together it seemed
new and freshly born, even if they had shared them together before. Such
was the feeling between them that those moments were caught in time and
nearly stilled, nearly brought to eternity in length; until, again
magically, the power of them would seep back into the ground and the sky
and the world all around, to be stored behind sunshine and rainbows until
the next moment they were summoned forth...
Jesse opened his eyes and smiled. It was done, and it had been some kind
of good. He had just had probably the most intense orgasm of his
life. It had been so strong it was hard to describe, and Jesse had the
memory of a funny little dream that went with it - what was it? He
couldn't remember it now. But it had been wonderfully pleasant, whatever
it was, and the warm echo of it was still there inside his mind. He
smiled, because he felt he wanted to, and that he should.
Marty gently squeezed Jesse's dick, milking out the last of Jesse's spunk.
Then he gently withdrew the purple pecker - the great purple
pecker, as Jesse was now thinking of it - and laid it carefully onto the
paper towel beside them. He pulled Jesse's legs down, let them dangle back
in the water. Then he climbed slowly out of the creek and laid down on top
of Jesse, and Jesse's body tingled anew at the cool water that Marty's
skin traded to his.
"How was it?" Marty asked, smiling down into Jesse's eyes.
Jesse put his arms around the other boy and pulled him close, raised his
head and kissed him. Marty went with it, lowering his own head until
Jesse's rested back in the leaves again. Jesse wanted to taste Marty, just
to keep swirling their tongues together, keep their lips pressed tight;
Marty seemed as equally captured by the moment, and gave back as good as
he got. Briefly, Jesse smiled inside at how wonderful a kisser Marty was
becoming. Just the other day the boy had been a rank amateur, unable to
keep up with Jesse's most basic moves. But today - he was a god.
"I love you," Jesse whispered, into Marty's open mouth.
Marty laughed, and when he pulled back his eyes were full of sparkles. "I
guess it was pretty damn good, huh?"
"Hmm?" Jesse seemed to find it hard to concentrate. "Yeah, it was
amazing."
Marty's face expanded into just this huge grin, and his eyes glowed with
affection. "You should see yourself, Jesse. You look like you just woke up
after the word's best dream."
Jesse smiled and nodded. "It was kinda like that. It was...I dunno. It was
amazing, like I said. I never felt anything like it."
"So it was good?"
"Yeah, it was good." Jesse's concentration was returning, and he was
trying not to smile at the way that Marty was looking at him. "What? Why
are you grinning like that?"
Marty laughed. "I wish I had a mirror - I'd show you. Your hair is all
wild and full of leaves, and you have this goofy grin on your face - you
look like you just got your nuts sucked out by your favorite vacuum
cleaner."
Jesse reached up, found the leaves in his hair and pulled them out,
smoothed his hair down as well as was possible. "Better?"
Marty leaned back and kissed him. "Yeah. But just not as cute."
Jesse smiled at that. "Wait until you get the great purple pecker up your
butt. You'll know how I'm feeling."
Marty laughed. "The great purple pecker?"
Jesse felt embarrassed, but nodded. "Yeah. You'll know what I mean, when
it happens to you."
Marty smiled at him a little longer, then kissed him again. "I just love
you, Jesse. There's nobody else like you."
Jesse nodded, and pulled Marty close again so he wouldn't see the tears in
his eyes.
Marty seemed perfectly content to be held and rubbed, and Jesse just
closed his eyes and went with it.
All these feelings were kind of messing him up. Jesse wasn't the type to
just cry, or to feel all sorts of gooey stuff all the time. Marty just
seemed to bring it out of the dusty corners of Jesse's soul. The other boy
had a powerful hold over Jesse's emotions, one that cropped up at the
least expected moments. Or maybe they weren't unexpected. Just inconvenient?
Well, for real, there were no really convenient times to get stupid.
Crying and shit like that was for girls - wasn't it?
But...Marty made Jesse feel just so...so...what was the word? Jesse wasn't
even sure. He knew that Marty loved him. He'd know that even if the other
boy didn't say it. It was in Marty's pretty blue eyes when he looked at
Jesse, and in his skin when he touched Jesse. It was in the way he held
onto Jesse, and - most definitely - in the way that Marty kissed him.
Who knew? Who knew this could happen in just a few short days of life?
"What'cha thinkin'?" Marty asked, without pulling his head back.
Jesse sighed, squeezed the other boy tightly. "Nothing. I don't wanna cry
again."
Marty lifted his head and smiled. "Yeah...you're a girl."
Jesse grinned. "I've seen some wet in your eyes before."
Marty nodded. "Stuff gets in my eyes."
Jesse smiled, deciding not to argue the point. He knew what it
was that got into Marty's eyes sometimes.
"You ready for your turn?" he asked Marty.
Marty shook his head. "I was just thinkin' about that. If we both go now
then there won't be any extra fun for the sleep out tonight. So you can
give me my turn then, okay?"
Jesse was a little disappointed. "Well, can I suck your dick now? I was
lookin' forward to that."
Marty grinned, raised himself, moved forward and squatted down on Jesse's
chest. He took his dick in one hand, edged himself forward a little more,
and rubbed the head of it against Jesse's lips. "This good enough?"
In answer, Jesse opened his mouth and gobbled Marty down. Marty laughed,
his eyes getting big at Jesse's energetic attack. Jesse brought a hand up
and used it to thrust Marty's dick in and out of his mouth. Marty closed
his eyes and tilted his head back, and Jesse looked up across the smooth
beauty of Marty's body, noting the hard little points his nipples had
become, the gooseflesh on the other boy's chest.
Marty was enjoying.
Jesse sighed inwardly. He loved the feel of Marty in his mouth this way,
loved the touch of tongue to such a special part of the other boy. He knew
Marty's dick fairly well now - knew what it liked and what it didn't, knew
what gave it that extra special good feel. Jesse did his best because it
was important that Marty enjoy himself as much as Jesse - more,
if Jesse could make it so.
Marty slowly leaned forward onto his hands, and looked down at Jesse.
Their eyes locked and talked; already Jesse was understanding
how much he could read in the other boy just from his eyes. He watched as
Marty looked at him, smiled at him; and he watched as Marty's eyes sank to
slits like he was falling asleep; and Jesse knew he was putting the other
boy into a special place - a feeling place. He worked even
harder to make it better, and was satisfied down deep when Marty started
to make small sounds of pleasure and gently rocked himself in time with
Jesse's thrusting.
Jesse was watching as Marty's body slowly tensed, could see in the other
boy's face the slow approach to orgasm.
When it arrived, Jesse was there, too. Marty opened his mouth and squeezed
his eyes shut more tightly, and let out just the tiniest of sounds; and
then his dick was shooting his spicy spunk into Jesse's mouth. Jesse
continued to pull and squeeze with his hand, continued to work with his
tongue, continued to suck - and turn his head - until the last throb of
Marty's dick.
Marty let out a huge exhalation, blew a little air through his lips, and
opened his eyes. Only then did Jesse completely stop his motions. He
milked out the remainder of Marty's spunk, trapped it on the tip of his
tongue and pushed his tongue to the roof of his mouth to get the ultimate
taste experience. Shit. This stuff was awesome.
Marty grinned down at him. "What are you doing, you nut?"
Jesse grinned. "No - it's your nut that I'm enjoying. Mmm. You
taste like a Mexican soft drink."
Marty laughed. "I wonder why I taste like that to you?"
Jesse shrugged. "Something you eat. Spices, or something. I read about
that online. What you eat can make your spunk taste a certain way." He
grinned. "I just know I don't want you to change your diet. Ever."
Marty scooted back and lay down on Jesse, brought his face close, kissed
him. "That was really excellent, Jesse."
Jesse squeezed him close. "Any time. How about another one in five
minutes?"
Marty laughed. "I don't think I'll be recharged by then. The one I just
did was a megaspunk. I think it drained the barrel."
It was Jesse's turn to laugh. "Okay. There's always later." He pulled
Marty closer. "There's always tonight."
"I can't wait," Marty whispered, kissing him.
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They cleaned up after that, using a fresh paper towel and the dildo
cleaner to rub the great purple pecker to a fine shine. Then they wrapped
it in a clean paper towel and put it and the two bottles back in the
binocular case. Marty went and put the case back on the stump bench while
Jesse stood by the side of the creek.
"Come on," he said, as Marty turned to some back. "Let's get a quick swim
to get clean."
They did that, splashing around in the creek, tossing water at each other
and laughing, until Jesse noticed the skin on his fingers had puckered
like prunes. That - and the sun high overhead - told him it was lunch
time, and Jesse could feel the tiny but growing pocket of emptiness in his
middle.
"I'm hungry. What about you?"
Marty nodded. "Yeah. Wanna go to my house for lunch?"
They got out, sat on the stump bench to dry off before getting dressed.
Jesse dug his cell out of his shorts and called his mom, told her they'd
been swimming and now were going to Marty's house for lunch. She told him
not to overdo it in the heat, seemed pleased that he was enjoying his day,
and then told him to call her if they decided to go any place farther
away.
"Your mom's just like mine," Marty said, when Jesse had shut off the
phone. Marty had heard Jesse's side of the conversation, which was enough
to give him the gist of what had been exchanged.
"Is that good or bad?" Jesse asked.
"Oh, it's cool. I'd much rather have a mom that cared about me than one
that didn't give a shit where I was or what I did."
Jesse nodded at that. "My mom is cool. So is my dad." He looked at Marty
more closely. "After seeing the parents that Greg and Rafie got, I've been
really feeling kinda lucky."
Marty frowned. "Me, too." He looked at Jesse. "I wonder how those guys are
doing?"
"Yeah. If they haven't called by this evening, let's call them."
Marty grinned. "Okay."
They stopped at the fort and got their shirts and flip-flops, and dropped
off the binocular case. Then they headed up the hill to Marty's house.
When they got to the kitchen, Marty's mom was just getting herself a cup
of coffee. "Hi, guys. What are you up to?"
"Hi, mom," Marty said. "We're hungry. What have we got to eat?"
She smiled. "There's a frozen pizza in the fridge. It's a supreme. Want me
to put it in for you?"
Marty looked at Jesse, who grinned and nodded. Pizza?
Heck, yes.
Mrs. Anderson went to the freezer and pulled out the flat box. She sat it
on the counter and set the oven to pre-heat. "This is going to be almost a
half hour, what with the oven heating, and then cooking this thing," Mrs.
Anderson decided. She smiled at Marty. "You guys want to go watch TV in
your room until it's done? I'll call you."
Marty grinned. "Thanks, mom. Guess we won't be trading you in after all."
Mrs. Anderson smiled. "I'm so glad. Now I'll be here to clean up after you
and wash your clothes."
Jesse laughed, and gave Marty a push. "You deserved that."
Mrs. Anderson smiled again. "At least you have nice friends, Martin."
Jesse's eyes got big, and he grinned at Marty, who cringed. "Let's go
upstairs, Martin."
Marty pouted at his mom, who reached out and patted him on the shoulder.
"I'll call you when it's burned...I mean, when it's done. Okay?"
Jesse was doing everything he could not to laugh. Marty's mom was not
someone to mess with, obviously. And that Marty had inherited at least in
part his humor and playful nature from his mom now seemed obvious.
They went around to the steps and headed up to the second floor. Marty led
the way. They went down the hall and entered Marty's room.
"Your mom - " Jesse began, intending to say that she was funny.
But Marty grabbed him then, whipped him around, threw him on the bed, and
piled on top of him. "Don't ever call me Martin again."
Jesse looked up into Marty's bright eyes, immediately saw that he was
playing. "What will you do if I do?" Marty bent low, pressed
his nose to Jesse's. "I will strip you naked, duct tape you to the wall,
and tickle you until you pee."
Jesse laughed. "Ooh. That kinda sounds like fun."
Marty grinned, lowered his face, whispered into Jesse's ear, "Please don't
call me Martin again, for real. I hate it."
He withdrew a bit, stared down at Jesse.
Jesse nodded. "I won't." He grinned. "Unless you get me really mad by
tickling me when I don't want you to."
Marty made a face, but nodded. "Okay."
"Shouldn't you shut the door if you're going to do this?" someone asked.
Parker.
Marty looked back, rolled off of Jesse and sat up. "Jesse called me Martin."
Jesse sat up, grinning. "Only because your mom did."
Parker was standing in the doorway, smiling. "You two are so cute
together."
Marty sighed. "Come on, Park. Lay off."
"What? You guys really are cute
together." Marty's sister came in and closed the door. "Well? How was the
thing?"
Jesse and Marty looked at each other.
"What thing?" Marty asked.
Parker rolled her eyes. "Don't be stupid, Martin. You know what thing I
mean."
Marty winced, but nodded. "It was okay. It looks just like the picture did
online."
Parker nodded. "Yeah, but did it work okay?"
Jesse and Marty looked at each other, and then Marty looked back at his
sister. "What...you want details?"
Parker's mouth compressed a little, but her eyes sparkled in just the way
that Marty's often did. "Isn't that what it's all about? Details?"
Marty looked at Jesse. "We made a monster here."
Jesse decided he was going to make up his mind right then about how he was
going to be handling Parker in their affairs in the future. It wasn't
Jesse's nature to play a lot of dumb word games with people - well, unless
it was Marty. He smiled. Some of those games were fun.
But Parker was a new quantity, still somewhat unknown. They could spend
all day dancing around with her, or just lay the facts on the line. The
second choice seemed the easiest, actually. That Parker would keep
anything they said to herself now seemed obvious. So Jesse steeled
himself, made the decision, then smiled.
"Marty stuck the great purple pecker up my butt while he was sucking me
off, and I had the spunk of all ages and saw angels."
Parker took a startled breath and her mouth just sagged open, her eyes
literally bulging outwards. Marty looked at Jesse in shock; then his head
fell backwards and he howled with laughter.
Jesse grinned, too. Parker looked for once like she had gotten a whole lot
more than she had bargained for.
Marty clutched his belly and his head came back forward, and his eyes
settled on Jesse, just amazingly blue and full of affection. Marty put a
hand out and closed his fingers around Jesse's wrist, and squeezed. Jesse
grinned at him, and then they both turned to look at Parker.
Her face was red, and she wore a totally embarrassed smile. Jesse laughed.
"You asked. I told."
Parker nodded, a little excessively. "Uh huh. I see I'm going to have to
watch out for you, Jesse. You play rough."
Jesse rubbed his hand over Marty's fingers, which still circled his wrist.
"I have a good coach." He looked into Marty's eyes. Marty looked back a
second, then leaned forward and kissed Jesse on the cheek. "You make me
look good, Jesse."
Parker sighed. "You two are making me jealous. You certain you don't have
an older brother at home, Jesse?"
"Not the last time I looked. I'll look again, if you want."
Parker shook her head. "No." She smiled at him. "Sure wish you were a
couple of years older."
Marty made a sound. "Hey. Lay
off, Park. This one's mine."
Jesse nodded. "Girls are okay to talk to, but Marty is way better in bed
than any girl will ever be."
Marty started laughing again, his eyes shining with delight. "Man, when
you get rolling, you really get rolling."
Jesse shrugged. "Call 'em like I see 'em."
Parker grinned at him. "You have a really neat little mean streak, Jesse.
I'll bet you're a lot of fun to hang around with."
"He is," Marty said emphatically. "Just don't get any ideas."
Parker sighed. "I'm not. I'm just having fun with this." She eyed them a
moment. "I don't guess you two would kiss for me again, huh?"
Marty rolled his eyes. "Do we look like circus performers? Don't you get
--"
Jesse grabbed Marty and pushed him back onto his back and climbed on top
of him. Marty grunted in surprise, but Jesse cut off anything the other
boy had to say by stuffing his tongue into Marty's mouth. Marty stiffened
for a second, but then immediately relaxed and went with it. It was a nice
kiss, somehow made even nicer by the fact that they were being watched.
Jesse felt a stirring in his shorts, and then his dick was on the rise.
He was in good company. In only a moment he was feeling Marty's hard dick
pressing against him down low. Jesse giggled into Marty's mouth, and Marty
giggled right back.
This was fun. Jesse rolled onto his side, and now his inner
feelings were plainly advertised by the tent in the front of his shorts.
Marty, too was standing tall.
Jesse looked over at Parker, who was just staring. Jesse, grinned, reached
over and gave Marty's pecker a nice rub through his shorts.
"Okay, okay," Parker said, holding a hand up between them and looking the
other way. "I get the message. I'm leaving."
She turned and opened the door, and said without looking back, "Make sure
you shut this door in the future." Then she left, closing the door softly
behind her.
Jesse and Marty both started laughing.
"You see her face?" Marty said, his eyes nearly closed his smile was so
huge.
"Yep. I've never seen a girl turn so red before." Jesse laughed. "I'll bet
she won't ask so much stuff again in a hurry."
Marty grinned at him. "Jesse, that was bad as shit. You're a monster, you
know that?"
Jesse could only grin. "I try."
Marty looked at him a moment longer, grinning; then suddenly rolled over
and stuck his face close to Jesse's. "I'm not sharing you, not with
anyone, ever," he whispered. "You're mine, Jesse. You know
that?"
Jesse nodded. "As long as you stay with me, I'll be just yours."
Marty's eyes sparkled with energy as he stared into Jesse's. "I love you.
I'm never leaving."
Never was a long time. But Jesse nodded. "I love you, Marty, an' I always
will."
Marty nodded, closed his eyes and laid his cheek against Jesse's. Jesse
mimicked the other boy, closing his eyes, inhaling the scent of Marty's
skin, and knowing that this was probably as happy as life would ever get.
It took a few minutes, but their feelings wound down, along with their
peckers. Jesse was getting used to the strange zig zags of life with
Marty: moments of wonderful craziness, followed by moments of unbelievable
lust, followed by yet other moments of achingly intense feelings. Being
with Marty was a roller coaster ride, for real; and one with a track that
went everywhere under the sun, and then some.
They heard Marty's mom call for Marty, and they jumped up off the bed.
Marty went to the door and opened it. "Yeah?"
"Come get your pizza."
Marty smiled at Jesse, wagged his head towards the door. "Come on. I'm
hungry."
They went and sat at the island in the kitchen and ate the pizza. Parker
came in, and Jesse gave her one of his pieces, and she sat with them and
they laughed at dumb stuff while they ate. Jesse was getting used to
Marty's sister now and finding out that she was really pretty cool. He
remembered how nervous she had made him initially, and had to smile at
that. You just never know what someone is like until you get to know them.
Marty's mom went out onto the back deck to sit in the sun for awhile, and
the three of them were left alone.
"You guys having fun today?" Parker asked, between mouthfuls of pizza.
"Yep." Marty grinned. "I'm kinda likin' summer here, Park. It's pretty
cool bein' in the woods and stuff."
Parker smiled. "It is better than I thought it was going to be. I wish
there were some people my age, though."
Jesse had a sudden thought. "Hey --" He looked at Marty. "There's a family
in that little neighborhood across the Devlin's cow field that has a girl
Parker's age." He frowned at Parker. "Well, I think she's about your age."
Marty and Parker both stopped in mid-chew and looked at him.
"Seriously?" Parker asked, eying him.
"Yeah. I wouldn't kid you about something like that." He shrugged. "I know
how it is around here with no one to hang out with."
Parker smiled at him. "How far away is this place?'
Jesse frowned. "You know - those houses you pass when you drive in, back
up around the curve. There's six of them. Used to be part of old man
Devlin's cow field. Through the woods it's about a fifteen minute walk.
You can walk the road around, and it might be a little faster."
"You know this girl?" Parker had stopped eating, her slice of pizza in her
hand, waiting.
Jesse made a face. "Well - not really. Her name is Kim. She rides the
school bus with me so I've seen her. I think I did talk to her once. She's
pretty nice."
Parker looked thoughtful. "I wonder how I can meet her?"
Jesse laughed. "Walk around to her house and knock on her door."
Parker blinked. Then she smiled. "That easy, huh? You want to go with me?"
Jesse looked at Marty, who smiled and nodded. Jesse sighed. Now - this
was family.
Jesse grinned. "Right after we finish this pizza too soon?"
Parker finished her slice, licked her fingers, and got up and came around
the island. "I might just have to kiss you, Jesse."
Marty held up a hand. "Just not on the lips. That's mine."
Jesse just laughed.
Parker grinned, came up to Jesse, and leaned down and kissed him on top of
his head. "Thanks, Jesse."
Jesse shrugged. "Don't thank me yet. Kim may be cranky and nasty when
she's not on the bus."
Marty laughed, and Parker grinned. Then she just stood there, watching.
"What are you doing?" Jesse said, feeling it unnerving to have someone
peer at him while he ate.
"Just waiting."
Jesse took another bite - then sighed. He picked up one of the two slices
of pizza still on his plate and offered it to Parker. "Here. Help me and
it'll go faster."
Parker took the pizza, grinned. "You're okay, for a boy."
Jesse and Marty looked at each other, and their eyes smiled.
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Parker got her purse, and then they went outside to tell Mrs. Anderson
where they were going, and why. Marty's mom was kicked back in a lawn
chair in the sun, a paperback mystery novel in one hand, and a glass of
iced tea in the other. She raised her sunglasses and looked up at them as
they talked, then nodded. "Hey, that'd be great to find someone your age,
Parker." She looked at Jesse. "You're really nice to have around."
Jesse felt his face warm; compliments from adults were not that common.
Mrs. Anderson looked at Parker. "I'll run you around in the car if you
want."
"That'd be great, mom. You don't mind?"
Mrs. Anderson laughed. "No, I don't mind. I'd be great if you got yourself
some company. Maybe it will give you something to do besides spend money."
Everyone grinned except Parker, who made a little huff and
rolled her eyes. "Yeah, mom."
Mrs. Anderson got up and dropped her book on the chair. "Shouldn't take
long to run you over. I can get back to my book later." She smiled.
"I'm at a good spot. Poirot nearly has the bad guy pinned."
That went completely over Jesse's head - Marty's, too, by the look on his
face. They just nodded, followed as Mrs. Anderson took Parker by the arm
and started moving her back towards the garage. Mrs. Anderson ducked
inside to get her purse, and met them at the SUV. They piled in, and then
they were off.
Jesse called his mom once they got moving, and let her know where he was
going and that he was with Marty's mom. Jesse's mom said it was fine, but
to let her know where he went after that, if anyplace.
Mrs. Anderson smiled at him in the rear view mirror. "Your mom keeps a
good eye on you, huh?"
Jesse smiled. "Don't want her to worry. She has enough to do."
Marty gave him a gentle dig in the ribs, as if to say you're making
me look bad. Jesse grinned at him, was pleased at the smile Marty
returned. The but I still love you was there to be seen.
It just took a few minutes to get to the little neighborhood up the road.
These were smaller houses than the ones that Jesse and Marty lived in, and
arrayed three on each side of the road on a small cul-de-sac off the road
that serviced Jesse's neighborhood. Jesse had heard his dad say that each
house sat on slightly less than an acre, and you could see it in how
relatively close the houses sat to each other.
Because the land had been pasture before becoming residential, there were
no trees but what had been planted at construction, and there wasn't a one
of them over about twenty feet in height. And they were few and widely-set
- and it just didn't feel like home to Jesse. Briefly, he felt a pang of
regret for these people. All he had ever known was life in the woods,
surrounded by a thick shield of oaks and maples - some of the former as
much as eighty feet in height. These folks had never known the peace and
security of the woods, nor the magic of sharing life with trees.
"I'm pretty sure it's the first house on the right," Jesse said, pointing.
"At least, that's where I saw Kim heading after she got off the bus."
Mrs. Anderson gave an approving look. "Pretty house. I love colonials. But
we'll just try them all if we have to."
They pulled into the driveway, and Jesse and Marty and Parker got out,
while Mrs. Anderson waited inside the SUV. The three of them went up the
front walk from the drive, and Jesse was first to mount the flagstone
stoop. He was presented with a glass storm door, with the ornate wooden
front door of the home standing open behind it. Inside, he could see a
small entryway with a pretty, dark brown cabinet along the wall, and the
end of a flight of steps to the second floor.
A lighted push button was set in the door frame slightly above the storm
door's handle; Jesse gave it a push.
He heard the sound of footfalls within, and then a woman was looking at
them through the glass. She gave a little look of surprise that she didn't
know them, but smiled and pushed the storm door open.
"Hi. Can I help you with something?"
Jesse grinned. "I'm Jesse. I ride the school bus with Kim. Is she home?"
The woman's smile broadened. "Oh. Yes, she is. Can you wait here a second?
I'd ask you in, but our dog is loose in here and she's a barker. I'd just
as soon not get her stirred up."
"That's okay," Jesse said. "We'll sit on the step and wait."
They turned as a group and found seats on the edge of the stoop. Parker
looked past Marty at Jesse and smiled. "Her mom seems cool. If Kim is like
her, I like her already."
Jesse just laughed.
In only a moment they heard the door open again behind them, and they all
stood and turned around. Kim was standing there, looking uncertain. But
then her eyes landed on Jesse, and she smiled. "Oh, it's you. When my mom
said Jesse was here, I couldn't think who it was."
Jesse nodded. "I just wanted to introduce you to my friend Marty, and his
sister Parker. They just moved into Nate Peak's old house. You remember
Nate - the guy that always sat with me on the bus?"
Kim nodded. "Sure. I heard they moved. Hi, Marty." She looked at Parker,
and Jesse couldn't help but to notice the light of excitement that crept
into Kim's eyes. "You moved in there?"
Parker nodded. "Uh huh. Jesse just told me he knew someone up here that
was close to my age. I guess you already know how slow it is around here
for friends. I have to say I was getting a little bored with the place -
you know?"
Kim came out and stepped off the stoop, and extended a hand to Parker.
"Boy, am I glad to meet you. The thought of another summer banging around
in this house was already driving me a little crazy."
Parker laughed, and the two gave each other a little bit of a girl
shake of the hand.
"Can you stay a little?" Kim asked, and Jesse was sharp enough to
know that what Kim really meant was that could Parker
stay - but that she was willing to take them all if need be.
Jesse laughed. "Me'n Marty have stuff to do, but maybe Parker can stay."
Parker looked at Jesse, and for a second Jesse thought he could see a
measure of fondness in her eyes. But then she turned, and took Kim by the
wrist like they were old friends. "Can you come meet my mom? She drove us
over."
The two girls headed over to the SUV, and Jesse and Marty watched them go.
Marty turned and gave Jesse a soft little poke. "I haven't seen my sister
that happy since we moved in. Jesse, you're a damn wizard, you know that?"
Jesse grinned. "I didn't do anything but remember that Kim lived here." He
stared at the two girls as they talked to Marty's mom. "They do both look
kinda happy, don't they?"
"Yeah. I guess so. Parker was probably feeling like I did before I met
you." Marty gave him another little poke. "Pretty lonely."
Jesse looked at him; Marty's eyes were bright. "You'd better not be
feeling lonely now," Jesse
said.
Marty shook his head. "I'm not."
Jesse turned back to watch the girls, grinning. They stood at the window
of the SUV for several minutes, talking; but then they were on their way
back.
"Mom says come on and she'll drive you back," Parker said, when they had
returned. "Thanks again, Jesse."
Kim nodded and smiled, too. "Yeah. Thanks, Jesse."
Jesse nodded, feeling good, and he and Marty went back to the SUV.
They were about to climb in when Jesse had an idea. "Let's walk back.
Across the cow field. We can hit the creek and do some more swimming."
"Cool." Marty opened the door of the SUV. His mom looked over at them
questioningly. "Are you getting in?"
"Mom, is it okay if we walk back? We're gonna go across the field and go
swimming in the creek. It's hot."
Mrs. Anderson looked at them a moment, then twisted around to look at the
pasture that began at the end of the cul-de-sac, and the sharp fence of
trees that signaled the start of the woods beyond.
"I guess that's okay. I don't think it will be faster than driving,
though."
Marty laughed. "I know. But it'll be more fun, mom."
Mrs. Anderson grinned. She had never been a boy, but she definitely knew
all about them. "Okay by me. How about you call me when you get there,
just so I know you manged it without any trouble."
Marty nodded. "Okay. But what kind of trouble could we get into just
walkin'?"
Mrs. Anderson's expression narrowed. Yeah - she knew about boys, alright.
"Call me, okay?"
"Sure, mom." Marty grinned. "Thanks for the ride. You sure made Parker
happy."
Mrs. Anderson turned for a moment to look at the house before looking
back. "Somebody did, anyway." She smiled at Jesse then, and Jesse smiled
back. "Okay, see you guys later."
Jesse waved, and he and Marty stepped back.
"I really like your mom," Jesse said, as the SUV drove off.
Marty nodded. "You bring out the best in her, Jesse."
Jesse gave the other boy a little push, and they started up to the
cul-de-sac together.
It was hot. Here was another reason to feel a little sorry for
the people that lived on the little street. The houses stood out in the
sun, and the yards had little shade. Jesse could hear the hum of air
conditioning running at a few of the houses as they passed; no doubt all
of them would be closed up tight to the summer by the end of the next week
or so. Jesse's parents liked to wait until summer was upon them in force
before turning on the air at Jesse's house, partly because it would have
an immediate effect on the electric bill; but also because both of Jesse's
parents also loved the woods, and hated to shut them out. That the house
was shaded by oaks and resistant to the sun helped a lot, and gave them
the extra time to enjoy the outdoors just on the other side of a screen.
There was a railed fence at the start of the pasture, and they boosted
themselves over it. Marty looked at Jesse as they walked into the tall
grass, and waved a hand at the distant trees. "I sure hope you know where
to go, because I'd never find that little path by myself."
Jesse nodded. "We'll be okay. I've been this way before."
The grass got taller as they progressed, and soon was up to their knees.
The walking was easy enough, though, and the grass felt cool and damp as
it brushed past their legs.
"Gotta check ourselves when we get to the creek," Jesse said,
pointing downward. "Ticks in the grass, sometimes. You don't want 'em on
you, believe me."
Marty made a face. "Yeah, I know about them. Nasty fuckers. The only thing
I want sucking on me is you."
Jesse laughed, squeezing his eyes shut. "You're a nutball, you know that?"
Marty grinned. "Call 'em like I see 'em."
Jesse laughed. He loved Marty's different little sayings.
Marty grinned back, and picked up the pace. Jesse sped up, too - and then
they were running.
Not fast - a light jog. Jesse looked over at Marty, grinned at the easy
way the other boy moved, and at the way his hair flowed in the breeze. It
was just starting to tip over into longish in length, and Marty
wore it beautifully. He'd look great with a little ponytail - great, and sexy.
Not that he wasn't sexy now. Jesse sighed, sped up a little more, drew
ahead for a moment - but Marty was back beside him in seconds.
"I'll be ready for a swim after this," Marty said, a little breathlessly.
"This is --" He stopped speaking suddenly and nearly stumbled, looking
like he'd slipped in the grass; and Jesse immediately drew up.
"What the hell --?" Marty was looking down.
Jesse went over beside him and looked down - and started laughing. "You
stepped in a cowpie."
Marty looked up at him, astonished. "You mean cow turd?" He took
a couple of sniffs and made a face. "Ew."
Jesse couldn't help but to laugh. "It's mostly grass. But it'll stink,
believe me. You can wash your foot off when we get to the creek." He
smiled at Marty.
Marty looked at his foot a moment longer. The cowpie was, unfortunately, a
fairly fresh one, and the goop had curled up around the sole of Marty's
flip-flop and caked the side of his foot. He stepped out of the flip-flop
and wiped his foot in the grass, removing most of the crud, and then
daintily picked up the footwear by a clean edge and wiped it in the grass,
too.
"You'll live," Jesse stated. "It just stinks. I've stepped in them a
couple of times, too."
They could hear now, far off, the occasional sounds of cows talking.
Wherever Mr. Devlin's seven cows were now, it wasn't close to where they
stood. Jesse knew the animals had free-roam over the place during most of
the day, and, amazingly, responded to a little horn that Mr. Devlin blew
in the late afternoon, and would take themselves home when it sounded.
Jesse smiled. Figures. Probably one cowpie between them and the
woods, and Marty had to find it and step in it. He gazed at the other boy
fondly, until Marty noticed and smiled back. "What?"
"Nothing. Let's get going. The sooner we get to the creek, the quicker you
can get that shit off your foot."
Marty grinned, gave him a little poke, dropped his flip-flop and stuck his
foot back in it. On they went.
The treeline grew fairly quickly. They walked now, talking and watching
the ground ahead; but Jesse had been right: they saw no more cowpies
before they got to the trees.
They drew up, and Jesse shaded his eyes and looked down the long, straight
wall of timber and undergrowth. He was pretty sure he knew where they
were, even though the wall of trees looked pretty much the same everywhere
along its length.
"Come on," he told Marty, walking along the edge. "We gotta go more this
way."
Jesse watched the edge of the woods, and in just a few minutes saw a
familiar indentation, a lessening of the undergrowth there. "That's where
I came out after crossing the log bridge when Greg and Rafie were here,"
he said. "So it's not much farther to the path to the dam."
Marty nodded, but shrugged. "All looks the same to me."
Jesse grinned at him. "That's because you're a city boy."
Marty snorted. "Shit. You gotta be what's-his-name to see stuff like
you're talking about. Um - David Boone."
Jesse stopped, squeezed his eyes shut. "You mean Daniel Boone?"
Marty grinned. "I didn't know David had a brother."
Jesse looked at the other boy, at the little sparkles in his blue eyes, at
the grin he wore on his face. "You're teasin' me, aren't you?"
Marty looked about, came over and leaned gently against Jesse so that
their faces came together. "Maybe a little."
Jesse leaned closer himself, feeling the other boy's warmth. "I coulda
teased you about the cowpie, but I didn't."
Marty gave him a little kiss. "That's because you're better'n me. And
you're also ahead in the score for tricks."
"Uh huh. Plus, you're standing in another cowpie right now."
Marty laughed. "Nice try. But I'm getting to see the way you operate,
slicky-boy."
Jesse stepped back, pointed down at the ground. "Nope. I don't think you
are."
Despite himself, Marty looked down. And then he looked shocked.
He was standing in another cowpie, albeit an old, dried one. His
weight had mostly crushed it to powder - a powder which had settled onto
his flip-flop and foot.
"Country boy five, city boy two," Jesse said, grinning. "We'd better find
the creek soon, before you're completely covered in cow shit."
"Aww." Marty picked up his foot and moved away from the pile of dried
shit, stamped his foot against the ground, sending up a small cloud of
sun-dried poop-dust.
He looked disgusted, and shook his head. "The woods are cool, but this
field is just crappy."
Jesse laughed, and moved on down the treeline. "Yup. That's why we call it
the cow field."
Marty followed, stamping his foot on the ground a few times as he walked.
Jesse found the start of the little path that led in to the forked tree by
the creek. They soon heard the sound of water going over the dam, and then
they were at the bank. Marty took out his phone and gave his mom a quick
call to tell her they were at the dam. Jesse called his mom, too, and said
where he was. After, they grinned at each other.
"Mothers," Marty said, though not unkindly.
They quickly checked each other for ticks, found nothing. Jesse had to
stop Marty from looking in his pants, saying that he doubted any of the
creatures had found their way into his boxers.
"But there's other good shit there," Marty complained,
pretending to look hurt.
Jesse laughed, turned right and took them down to the shallow crossing
below the dam, and they walked through the shallow water so that Marty
could clean his foot and flip-flop.
"Damn cow turds," Marty said, disgustedly.
Jesse crossed the creek to the other bank and turned back, grinning. "Hey
- you just stepped in a couple. One time me and Nate were running across
that field, and he fell on top of a cowpie."
Marty paused in swirling his foot in the cool water. "For real?"
Jesse nodded. "He landed on it right here." He patted his chest between
his nipples. "Another few inches and he'd a been eating it."
Marty made a face. "Was it fresh?"
Jesse laughed. "The cow was still standing about twenty feet away."
Marty squeezed his eyes shut and made a face, rolling his head back and
forth. "Oh, yuck."
Jesse nodded. "We came straight here, and he washed it off right about
where you're standing."
Marty's eyes opened and he looked down, and reflexively yanked his foot
out of the water.
Jesse laughed. "That was a year ago, ya knucklehead. There's nothing there
now."
Marty grinned, and lunged out of the water at Jesse. Jesse saw him coming
and took off up the bank towards the dam. Marty gave chase, but Jesse had
a small lead. When he got up to where the bank rose by the dam he kicked
off his flip-flops and yanked off his shirt, and yanked down his shorts
and just managed to step out of them as Marty caught up to him. Jesse spun
away, laughing, as Marty's hands nearly closed upon him, and Marty wasted
a couple of seconds flinging his own clothing off before resuming the
chase.
As Jesse got to the edge of the swimming hole he slowed and turned to look
back, just as Marty flung himself forward in a flying tackle. His arms
closed around Jesse's waist and they catapulted into the water together,
laughing.
"Caught you!" Marty said, as they came up for air.
"I let you, you mean," Jesse said, grinning.
"Tell me another one, David Boone."
Jesse laughed, flung himself at Marty. Marty caught him, yanked him close,
and kissed him. Jesse closed his eyes, reveling in being held and kissed,
and poured a little steam into his return kiss. Marty gasped, struggled,
fought back. Jesse felt a little wonder at how good the other boy was
getting at kissing.
Finally, they stopped kissing and went to nuzzling, and then just held
their faces together with their eyes closed.
"You're something special, country boy," Marty said softly.
Jesse smiled, kissed Marty. "Yup. 'Cause I got you. That makes me
special."
Jesse's dick was hard, and he was horny as hell, but he didn't want to do
anything right then. It was the middle of the afternoon, edging towards
dinnertime. He wanted to save everything he had for the sleep out with
Marty. He said as much, and Marty nodded.
"Yeah. I can't wait to be with you tonight, Jesse. I can't wait to sleep
with you."
Jesse took a breath, feeling the thrill himself. Sleeping was a special
thing, not shared lightly, or with just anyone. The times that Jesse and
Nate had slept in each other's arms were engraved like fine art hanging on
the walls of Jesse's memory - times so special that no other artwork hung
near. He wanted to add to that collection that night with Marty.
They talked a bit more, swam in circles around the swimming hole, and
finally crawled out, retrieved their clothing, and went and sat on the
stump bench to dry.
"What time you think it is?" Marty asked, looking up into the trees.
Jesse gazed upwards, too. "About three-thirty."
Marty dug his cell out of his shorts and looked at the screen.
"Three-forty-one. Shit. You really are a David Boone."
Jesse closed his eyes briefly and laughed. Then he looked over at Marty,
saw the twinkle in his eyes. "You are just nuts."
Marty grinned. "I like to be entertaining. But I could just sit here and
bore you, if you want."
Jesse shook his head. "Nah. Don't change anything. I like you just the way
you are."
Marty grinned. "What should we do now?"
Jesse considered. "We could get the tar paper and fix the roof of the fort
like we wanted to earlier."
Marty nodded. "Okay. I don't think it's gonna rain anytime soon, but at
least that will be done."
They put on their shorts but left their shirts off, and carried their
flip-flops. The carpet of dried leaves felt good underfoot, and Jesse
didn't drop his flip-flops and step into them until they got back to the
fort.
They went up to Marty's garage and retrieved the sheet of rolled-up tar
paper, and returned to the fort. Jesse kept a hammer, several kinds of
nails and brads, a screwdriver and several kinds of screws, in a box in
the fort. They lugged that out, and Marty boosted Jesse up to the roof.
"I see what happened," Jesse said immediately. "The tar paper is torn in
the corner here, and there's a big dent in the plywood." He gazed upwards
into the branches of the big oak that the fort hugged up to. "I'll bet a
big branch fell here and bounced, and that's what tore everything up." He
looked off to the side of the fort in the weeds, and actually saw several
likely candidates.
"Can you fix it?"
Jesse nodded. "I have to get the edge of this other sheet of tar paper up
so I can get the edge of the new one under it."
He managed to do that, all the way across the roof of the fort, by pulling
out the string of little flat-headed nails used to hold the seams
together. "Can you reach the edge and pull that sheet out?" he asked
Marty.
Marty's fingers appeared at the edge of the roof, and he pulled carefully
on the edge of the sheet. "It's stuck."
Jesse nodded. Tar paper adhered after a while. He'd need to pull it up
from his side, too. He lifted the edge of the sheet he sat upon, and
walked on his knees across the width of the roof, pulling the edge of the
old sheet out from underneath the other one. When it was all free, he
slowly peeled the damaged sheet upwards from his side. It was only lightly
adhered; it couldn't be slid, but it lifted easily enough from the plywood
sheet beneath. He separated it all the way across, then rolled his edge
over to where Marty could grab it.
"Now give me that new piece," Jesse said.
Marty tossed up the roll, and Jesse unrolled it across the roof, hoping it
would be long enough, because if it wasn't he'd have to run to his own
garage and get some of what was there.
It was long enough. Unrolled, it hung over the edge of the roof about four
inches on each side. Shit. He wouldn't even have to trim it.
Jesse carefully lifted the sheet of tar paper he was on and tucked the
edge of the new sheet underneath, all the way across the roof. He got it
straight, and then tacked it down with the little flat-headed roofing
nails he'd brought up with him. Then he handed down the hammer and box of
nails to Marty, and jumped down.
"Good as new. We'll look after the next rain, just to be sure."
After that, they went over the exterior of the fort carefully, looking for
any other damage, but found nothing of note. They went inside and returned
the box of tools to its spot in one corner, and went and sat on the cot
next to each other.
"Want me to bring my laptop tonight?" Jesse asked. "We can watch a movie,
or at least listen to some music."
"Sure. My dad said I could use his big battery lantern, and that's
brighter than those little lanterns you have. It'll make it easier to use
the great purple pecker if we can see what we're doing."
Jesse smiled at Marty's addition of great to the new name of the
dildo, but decided not to say anything about it.
"Some chips and some drinks will help," Jesse said. "I can bring some."
"I'll see what we have, too." Marty offered. He looked at Jesse and
smiled. "But I can do without all that stuff just as long as I have you
here."
Jesse found the other boy's hand, gave it a fond squeeze. "I'm a little
excited to be sleeping out with you, Marty."
"Yeah. Me, too." Marty grinned. "Hell, we got all summer. I want to do
this a lot."
"Me'n Nate slept out here three or four nights a week, once summer got
rolling," Jesse offered. "My folks are cool with it, like I said. As long
as your folks are good, we can do this a lot."
Marty grinned and closed his eyes. "Man.
I never knew how much fun it was going to be knowing you, that first day I
met you. Living here is gonna be awesome."
Jesse was touched, and pleased that Marty was enjoying himself. "Well,
it's a lot of fun in the spring, summer, and fall. The winter ain't so
great, though."
Marty just shrugged. "We'll make-do. I don't even wanna worry about that
right now."
They sat together quietly for a moment, before Jesse had a thought. He dug
out his phone, checked the time. "It's almost four thirty. Wanna call Greg
and Rafie?"
Marty sat up straighter. "That is
a good idea."
Jesse grinned, found the number, placed the call. He heard it ring a few
times, then a voice. "Jesse! Hi!"
"Greg?"
"Yeah. Hi! Man, it's good to hear you.
Is Marty with you?"
Jesse placed his phone on speaker and held it between Marty and
himself.
"Hi, Greg!" Marty said, grinning. "This is Marty."
Greg laughed, and his voice momentarily grew distant. "Rafie!
Come here! It's Marty and Jesse!" His voice came back stronger. "Aw,
man. it's good you called. My phone got fucked up and I lost your
numbers."
Jesse and Marty looked at each other. "What happened to your phone?" Jesse
asked.
"Aw,
man. When we got back to the apartment building the elevator going up
was full. My mom got in, but that was it. The guy that runs it said
he'd be right back for us, but me and Rafie said we'd walk up the
steps. It's twelve floors, because we live on top. I had my phone in
my hand and when I
stopped for a rest and looked down the center well it slipped out of my
hand and fell six floors. It's kinda toast now.
"So how are we talking?"
Marty asked.
"My mom took me back out to the phone
store and I got a new phone and transferred the number. But I
couldn't get to my stored numbers on the old one." "I'm
glad we called, then," Marty said. "So...uh...how's everything there?"
Greg sounded a little excited." Well, after my mom picked us up, me
and Rafie were kinda messed up. You know, my parents fighting and all.
My mom was quiet all the way home, and me and Rafie were kind of scared
to ask what happened. Usually, she won't talk about it, anyway. But -
guess what happened when we got home?" "What?" Jesse and Marty
asked together.
"My dad was here! And he and my mom just
hugged and kissed and made up like crazy." Greg sighed. "They're
like a couple of little kids, the way they fight."
Marty grinned at Jesse. "So they're back together?"
"Yeah. And we've all been doing stuff
together ever since. It's actually been kinda fun to see them laughing
and stuff." "Jesse?"
said another voice.
Jesse grinned. "Rafie? Hi!"
Jesse could hear the delight in the other boy's voice.
"Jesse!" Greg laughed. "You
should see my brother's face, Jesse. He's doing that smile you taught
him." Jesse blinked in surprise. "I taught him?"
"Yeah. Well, he's been doing it ever
since he met you. My mom nearly freaked when she saw it." Marty
leaned closer and threw his arm around Jesse's shoulder.
"So what are you guys doing?"
Greg asked.
"We're sitting on the cot in the fort," Jesse said.
"We're sleeping out tonight," Marty added, giving Jesse a squeeze.
"Aw, you lucky fuckers. Man, I wish me
and Rafie were there. We had a blast the other night, you know?"
"Jesse," Rafie's voice said, and
Greg laughed.
"Rafie wishes we were there, too,"
he explained.
"Maybe you guys can come back for a visit before the summer is over,"
Jesse suggested.
"I don't see why not," Greg
said. His voice faded a little. "Rafie,
you want to go back and see Jesse and Marty sometime?" They
heard Rafi's hooting laugh over the phone, and both Jesse and Marty
laughed.
"Sounds like a yes to me, guys," Greg
said. "Um - listen. We're getting ready
to go out to dinner and a movie with our folks. Can I call you guys back
tomorrow?"
"Sure," Marty said. "Let us give you our numbers for your new phone."
There was a pause, then: "I just
captured Jesse's number. You can give me yours, Marty. I'm gonna write
both of them down so I have them." Marty recited his number.
Greg read them both back, and they confirmed them.
"Aw, man, you don't know how relieved I
was when you called. I thought we might never get to talk to you guys
again." Marty's bottom lip thrust out a bit. "What - you just
thought we'd forget about you?" Marty grinned. "I still remember sleeping
on the floor next to someone."
Greg laughed. "Yeah, me, too. That was
cool as shit, Marty. We really loved being with you guys." Jesse
had a thought. "How's Brendan?"
Greg laughed. "Good. He was over this
morning, and somebody kissed the hell out of him." Jesse
laughed. "Anybody we know?"
"Yeah. It was me." Greg sounded
embarrassed, but happy. "I owe you guys
for showing me how important a few things really are." In the
background, they heard a woman's voice calling Greg.
"I guess we're ready to go," Greg
said. "We'll call you tomorrow, okay?"
"Bye, Jesse," Rafie's voice said. "Bye,
Mar-tee." Greg laughed. "He's
getting pretty sharp, huh? Bye. Talk to you tomorrow." "Bye,
Rafie. Bye, Greg," Jesse said quickly.
"Bye, you guys," Marty said. "Be good."
The connection ended.
Jesse stuffed the phone back in his pocket, and turned to Marty just as
the other boy leaned over and hugged him. "Man, I'm so glad those guys are
okay. How about their dad being there when they got home?"
"I think it's cool," Jesse said, hugging Marty back. "I just hope he stays
there."
Marty rocked back a little and smiled. "I'm really going to have fun
tonight, knowing those two are okay."
Jesse nodded. "Yeah." He smiled, leaned forward and kissed Marty. The
other boy sighed, and kissed him back.
They just sat together for a moment, and then Marty leaned back. "You're
making me horny as shit. We should do something else before I lose
control."
Jesse laughed, feeling pretty much the same way. "Like what?"
Marty frowned, then brightened. "I know. Let's go over to your house and
find a movie to watch tonight."
"Okay." But then Jesse smiled. "Are we really going to watch a movie
tonight?"
Marty gave him a look. "I think we should. I wanna save the fun for when
it gets dark." He grinned. "I've never had sex by lantern light."
They pushed apart, got up and left the fort. It was still sticky out,
though even now the sun had moved to a point high in the west where its
direct rays could no longer navigate the trees. A uniform kind of shade
had filled the woods as the sun no longer touched the ground, with a
bright and clear blue sky overhead that seemed oddly out of place with the
quieter, evening-feel at ground level. A certain silence filled the woods,
as though the birds and squirrels had paused for a moment to watch the
first changes from day to evening. Even the breezes seemed to have
momentarily taken a breath.
Marty stopped, looked around them at the trees. "This place really is
awesome."
Jesse grabbed at the other boy's hand and pulled him along, grinning. "You
live here now. You'll get used to it."
Marty jogged a second to catch up. "Spoil sport. Just when I stop to
admire the place you wanna hustle me up."
Jesse let go of the other boy's arm and laughed at him. "I was serious.
You live here now, Marty. It's going to take you a while to get used to
this. But I think once you do, you're gonna love it as much as I do."
"I got news for you, Jesse. I love it pretty much now. Cowpies and all."
Jesse grinned. "Yeah? Wait until you're walking through the underbrush in
the woods one day, making a new path to somewhere, and you step in a nest
of yellow jackets."
Marty looked at him in surprise. "You mean bees?"
"Yeah, I mean bees. I did that once. I was lucky it was still early spring
and a little chilly. I had sweatpants on. I was stomping through the
woods, and I looked down, and my sweatpants were covered in bees. About a
hundred of them. Yellow jackets."
Marty gaped. "Man. Those are
some mean fuckers, too. How many times did you get stung?"
"Not once. I took off running, and I mean I was running. They
blew off, or flew off, or whatever, and soon they were all gone. I didn't
get stung one time." Jesse nodded. "Scared the livin' shit out of me,
though."
Marty stopped and stared at Jesse. Jesse stopped and turned to look back
at his friend. "What?"
Marty squinted. "You didn't get stung a single time? Man, you're blessed
or something, dude."
Jesse shrugged. "I was running faster than I'd ever run in my life.
When the bees got off of me they got left behind."
Marty grinned, started walking again. He leaned close to Jesse as he came
even with him and whispered into his ear: "They were after you 'cause
you're sweet as honey."
Jesse laughed, reached out and gave Marty a push, and then just as quickly
grabbed him and pulled him back close. He put his arm around the other
boy's shoulders, and squeezed him as they went on up the path to Jesse's
house.
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"I love Raiders of the Lost Ark," Marty said. "But I've seen it
like fifty times."
Jesse had to agree. That whole series was among his dad's favorites, and
they had seen the films a number of times.
"Something like that, then?" Jesse suggested. "I want some adventure
tonight."
Marty laughed. "There ain't nothing like those movies." His eyes
sparkled. "And you're gettin' some adventure tonight, no matter what movie
we pick."
Jesse had to smile. He couldn't wait! Then he remembered something. "Hey.
My dad brought home a copy of Spectre. How about that?"
Marty frowned. "What's that?"
Jesse's eyes widened. "You know - Bond. James Bond. Double-oh-seven,
to you, Moneypenny."
Marty grinned and snapped his fingers. "Now you're talking. Man, they blow
up half the planet in those movies." Then he frowned. "Did you just call
me a girl?"
Jesse grinned. "I didn't think you caught that."
Marty looked towards the open bedroom door, then stuck his face against
Jesse's cheek and smooched him. "Ohhhh, James." They both
laughed.
Jesse nodded. "Okay, that's the movie. I already have a lot of good music
on my laptop. Anything you want special, tell me now, and we can download
it."
"Nah. I think I trust you on the music." Marty looked around the room.
"Your room is nice, Jesse. Looks like the kind of room a cool dude like
you would have."
Jesse smiled. "You wanna sleep over one night? I'll show you how cool it
is here."
Marty looked at him, a little surprised. "Could I?"
Jesse nodded. "Shit, yeah. Nate did. My folks won't mind." He leaned
closer to Marty. "Kids do that shit. In another year or two I might not be
able to get away with it. But now - no sweat."
Marty looked over at the bed, smiled, then leaned closer to Jesse. "Man,
I'd fuckin' love to sleep in your bed with you. That would be
killer, Jesse."
The idea made Jesse warm, too. "Maybe we can even sneak in a shower
together before bed."
Marty looked at the open door to the hallway again, then bent over and
kissed Jesse's cheek. "Stop. You're making me so horny I'm not going to be
able to wait until tonight."
Jesse grinned. "Horndog."
Marty just smiled.
Jesse's dad came home from work, and it was getting towards dinner time.
Jesse walked Marty back to the fort, and they stood outside the door in
the cooling air and hugged.
"I should be back by six-thirty," Marty said, rubbing his nose against
Jesse's. "We're gonna have a blast tonight, Jesse."
"Yup. Marty?"
The other boy smiled. "What?"
"Everything I do with you is a blast. This has really been a fun day."
"It's not done yet." Marty kissed him. "There's still the night."
Jesse nodded. "Thanks. Thanks for being with me."
Marty's face compressed a little, and he pushed it against Jesse's. "Dummy,"
he said softly. "I love being with you."
Jesse nodded, but couldn't find anything to say. So he just stood and felt
Marty's face against his, Marty's body against his.
Marty's life against his.
Marty pulled back, wiped at his eyes. "You gotta stop doing this to me,
Jesse. I'm gonna wind up with a pussy, and then I won't be any fun
anymore."
Jesse laughed, sniffed, and rubbed at his own eyes.
Marty stepped away, but took Jesse's wrist in his hand and squeezed it.
"See you after dinner. I'll call you first in case you need help carrying
stuff. Okay?"
Jesse nodded. "Okay."
And then he watched Marty until he disappeared at the top of the hill. And
then Jesse went home to eat.
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"Can I take Spectre to the fort to watch tonight, dad?"
"Sure." Jesse's dad smiled at him. "Now, that
is a great movie to be watching on a sleep out. You guys are
going to have fun."
Jesse grinned, took another mouthful of peas.
His mom looked at him. "You and Marty have really hit it off. I'm so glad,
Jesse. It would have been a hard summer for you, now that Nate is gone."
"They're doing okay, by the way," Jesse's dad said, looking at Jesse's
mom. "Mitch called me this afternoon. He said their new house is a little
smaller than the old one, and he says he misses the trees. But otherwise,
they're good." He looked at Jesse. "He told me that Nate found a new
friend already, too."
Jesse felt glad. He'd been feeling guilty about not calling Nate since
he'd met Marty. But Nate had not called him, either. He knew it was
because it was painful to talk to someone who was gone - but he
still should call him. He smiled. And Nate had a new friend? He wondered
if Nate had been anywhere near as lucky as Jesse had been with what he'd
gotten in the way of a new friend.
"I'm gonna call Nate soon. He should know I miss him."
"I'm sure he does," his mom said.
Jesse looked at his mother. "Can I ask Marty to sleep over one night? That
way we can play video games together. It'll be cool."
His mom nodded. "Sure. Tell him to have his mom call me just so I know
she's okay with it."
"You don't do that when he sleeps in the fort."
"It's a little different when he's at our house, honey." She smiled. "I'm
sure his mom won't mind. She seems very nice."
Jesse grinned. "She's cool, mom. Like you."
His mother eyed him. "Hmm. I guess you want that other big bag of Doritos
I have in the pantry, for tonight, huh?"
Jesse was surprised. How did she do
stuff like that?
"Well - it would be fun to have some munchies for the movie. Maybe a
couple of drinks, too?"
Jesse's dad laughed. "Come on, honey. You can't watch Bond
without some goodies to eat."
"Okay. You can have them." She smiled. "I wouldn't want Mr. Bond to be
angry with me."
Yeah. Jesse's parents were cool.
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After dinner, Jesse took a quick shower and changed into fresh clothing.
He brushed his hair, and then combed it until it was almost neat. Almost.
Some things could be overdone, if you weren't careful about it.
He got his laptop ready, and went and got the DVD of Spectre
from his dad. His dad was in his den, working at his own laptop. He smiled
as he gave Jesse the disc. "Have fun, Jesse. It's really good to see you
smiling again."
Jesse looked at his dad, and remembered for a moment Greg and Rafie.
Parents are not things to be selected. You get what you get in life, and
it's the luck of the draw. That Jesse had been lucky was something he now
understood.
He went to his dad and hugged him. "Love you, dad."
His dad was a little surprised, but gave him a nice hug back. "I love you,
too, Jesse. You have a fun night with Marty, okay?"
"I will, dad. Thanks for the movie."
His dad nodded, smiling again. "Any time."
Jesse went back to his room, collected his laptop, then went down to the
kitchen. His mom had laid the big bag of Doritos on the table,
and was busy pouring ice into the little cooler. Four drinks were inside.
Jesse smiled at his mom, too, and gave her a hug. She also seemed
surprised, but pleased. "I take it you feel like you're in for a fun
night, huh?" she asked. "I'm glad your spirits have returned to their
normal healthy level of hyperactivity."
Jesse laughed. "It's just really cool to have a friend again, mom."
She nodded. "I know. I like Marty, too. You got lucky to have someone nice
move in right behind us again." She considered that. "That's the third
friend you've had in that house, Jesse. I'm starting to think it's a lucky
house for you."
Jesse agreed. Although his mom didn't know what kind of friendship he and
Marty had, it was all the same at the end. The house in back had three
times offered Jesse a friend. For no other reason than that, it should be
called a special place.
Jesse's cell rang, and he pulled it out of his pocket. "Q here.
Is that you, Bond?" Marty laughed. "Yeah, it's me.
You need help with anything?"
Jesse considered. Laptop, cooler,
chips. The LED lanterns were already at the fort. "I think I'm
okay. Where are you?"
"I'm still at home. As soon as I get my stuff together, I'll see you at
the fort."
"Okay. I'm leaving soon, too. See ya."
Hmm. Getting to the fort first
just might be fun. The possibilities to extend his lead in the trick
contest were many.
Jesse gathered everything up, and his mom opened the door for him to go
out. He paused, kissed her on the cheek. "Thanks, mom. For everything."
"Have fun, honey. See you in the morning."
Jesse went out into the evening light. The air had cooled somewhat, and
was now almost comfortable. The sky above was red tinged with gold, and
the woods shushed again in a renewed evening breeze.
Jesse made his way down the path, considering what he might do to get
another point up on Marty. The little kidding game they were playing was
fun - but whatever Jesse thought of, it had to be something that wouldn't
hurt - either physically or emotionally. A game was a game, but
Marty was Marty. The last thing he wanted in the world was to hurt him.
He came up to the fort - and stopped. The vent flap was down. Did he put
it down before he'd left? Jesse tried to think back - but all he could see
was the moment with Marty outside the door.
He must have put it down. It was second nature now, and
sometimes he did it so automatically he didn't recall doing it.
No matter.
Jesse went around the fort and squeezed carefully through the door so as
not to hit his laptop on anything. Inside, the fort was full of shadows,
but he could still see well enough to do what he needed to do. He set the
cooler on the floor and the laptop and the chips on the crate table. He
went around and made to step up on the cot to open the vent flap - when he
heard a sound.
It was an eerie sound, like the scratching of small feet running about the
floor. He turned, looked around the fort's interior. The corners were full
of shadows, and he peered into them. Nothing...
But wait. One corner was full
of darkness, an unusual blackness that seemed more than shadow. Jesse
peered a little closer, wondering at the intensity of the inky bit of
night there - and so he was looking at it when it moved.
What the fuck? Jesse took a step back, felt the back of his knees
come up against the edge of the cot. The small scratching noise came
again, even eerier this time. The darkness in the corner seemed to flow,
to undulate. Jesse's imagination kicked in, and the creepiness of what was
happening made his heart speed up and his breath get short. He looked at
the door; but to get to it he would have to get closer to that weird,
moving dark.
A suspicion came upon him. "Marty?"
The scratching sound came again, and the blackness moved even more. Jesse
swallowed. "Come on, Marty. I know it's you."
He licked his lips and stepped forward. Shit.
It's not like there really were monsters or anything. He took
another step, and the weird scratching noise came again.
"Come on, Marty. This isn't funny."
He took another step - and the blackness moved towards him.
Jesse took an involuntary step back - and then the darkness erupted
upwards at him, while a hideous screeching filled the fort. Jesse yelled
and stepped backwards quickly, came up against the cot, sat down hard on
it. The bad latch pin popped out underneath and the end of the cot
collapsed, dropping him to the floor.
The darkness suddenly dropped away, and there was Marty, laughing like a
fiend. "Scared the shit outta you, boy!"
Jesse didn't know whether to be mad or happy. He clutched at his chest,
feeling his heart pounding, realizing he actually had
been scared. He looked at Marty. The other boy's grin
was slipping, and now he looked concerned. "You okay, Jesse?"
Jesse saw he could milk this, make it look like he was dying of fright or
something - but that was no way to start their evening. The look of
concern Marty wore was real, and it touched him. The trick had been
creative, and Marty had pulled it off well - he deserved to enjoy it. And
it really had been a good scare.
Jesse sighed, feeling his pulse slowing. "Country boy five, city boy
three. Not bad."
Marty grinned, and reached down to help Jesse up. "You kinda scared me
there for a second. I thought maybe I'd given you a heart attack or
somethin'."
Jesse let Marty circle his arms around him and hug him.
"How'd you do that?" Jesse asked. "It was really creepy as shit."
Marty grinned. "It's a black cape. My dad has a costume it goes to. He
does magic tricks at Halloween sometimes. He's pretty good, actually."
Jesse saw then. "You hid under it?"
"Yup. I was just hoping that shutting the vent flap didn't warn you
first."
"I noticed that," Jesse said. "But I'm just so used to closing it when I
leave the fort I thought I didn't remember doing it."
Marty sighed, hugging Jesse closer. "Truce, okay? I don't wanna spoil our
night with dumb stuff."
Jesse nodded, smiling. "Okay. Truce."
Jesse climbed up on the cot and pushed open the vent flap, sat it on the
hinged rod that held it open. When he turned around the interior of the
fort was well-lit and cheery again, with the shadows exorcised from the
corners. Better. Jesse stepped down - right into Marty's arms.
"What?" Jesse asked, smiling. "You can't keep your hands off me or
something?"
"Nope." Marty pulled him close and hugged him. Jesse looked into Marty's
eyes, saw the evening light scattered by the blue sparkles that lived
there.
"You got the prettiest eyes," Jesse said, sighing. "I could look in 'em
forever."
Marty smiled. "You know what you see when you look in my eyes, Jesse?"
"Yeah. Sparkles."
Marty nodded. "They're only there for you, Jesse. That's love you're
seein' there."
That was sweet, and it made Jesse feel a little emotional. Shit. Nothing
like cryin' like a girl to start the evening off.
Jesse smiled. "What do you see in my eyes, Marty?"
Marty looked, and it was a real inspection. Jesse smiled at the way the
other boy's face looked as he searched Jesse's eyes: intense,
concentrating, biting his bottom lip; and Jesse wanted to hug him.
"Damn," Marty said, squinting. "I see a little, tiny sign inside your
eyes."
Jesse laughed. "Yeah? What does it say?"
"It says...it's so tiny...it says...oh." Marty
grinned. "It says Vacancy." Jesse squinted, pretending to be
annoyed. "Sure you read that right?"
Marty looked at him, couldn't quite hide his smile. "Maybe I'd better
clean my specs." He made a show of rubbing his eyes, then squinted into
Jesse's eyes again. "Well, ain't I just the stupid one. It says something
completely different." He smiled at Jesse, and his eyes sparkled.
"It says I Love You, Marty."
Jesse nodded. "Yup. That's the right sign. I guess you didn't see the
other one."
Marty pulled back and smiled. "What's the other one say?"
Jesse leaned forward. "It says Kiss Me."
"Oh. I love that sign." Marty kissed him, and Jesse just let him,
enjoying the taste of Marty's mouth and the feel of Marty's body against
him.
Jesse dick was hard, and he could feel Marty's pushing against him. "We
want to wait a little, don't we?" Jesse asked softly. "Until it's nice and
dark?"
Marty sighed, let go of Jesse, and stepped back. "Yeah. Shit, that reminds
me."
He turned, went over and ducked out the door of the fort, and returned a
moment later, carrying a lantern and a small cooler. He grinned, setting
the stuff by the crate table. "I got some goodies for the movie, too. And
my dad's lantern - wait until you see how much light that thing
makes."
They set about getting ready for the movie, sliding the crate table over
in front of the cot and setting up the laptop on it. Jesse plumped the
cot's two pillows and leaned them against the wall so that they could sit
comfortably. He smiled, and made sure the pillows were close together.
Although it had cooled some as the evening came on, the humidity was still
uncomfortable, and Jesse skinned out of his tee-shirt and dropped it on
the floor, and kicked his flip-flops over by the wall. Marty was right
behind him, and as they settled together on the cot, shoulder-to-shoulder,
Jesse felt a sense of contentment come over him.
"I've been waiting for this," he said, picking up Marty's hand and
squeezing it.
The other boy nodded. "I know. Me, too." He leaned a little against Jesse,
and let his head loll over so that their cheeks touched. "You love me,
Jesse?"
Jesse smiled. "You know I do."
"Yeah. I do. It's just so nice to hear it. Keith used to say it, too, but
it kinda wasn't the same somehow. I think now he was scared of it. Loving,
I mean. I'd tell him I loved him, and he'd say it back kinda like he was
telling me I was standing on his foot or something." Marty smiled. "When you say it, I feel it."
Jesse leaned a little more against Marty, rubbed his head against the
other boy's. "'Cause I do mean it. I think back to just a few
days ago and I didn't even know you, and it's like I can't believe it was
even me then. Like it was somebody else." He turned his head and kissed
Marty. "I never want to go back to that, Marty. I want to know you
forever."
Marty turned his head, returned the kiss. He sighed. "I know. I guess you
know that we won't really be together forever though - right?"
Jesse nodded. "I guess. We're just kids. I don't even know what I'll be
doing in a few years. For all I know I might not even be living here."
Marty was silent a moment. "I guess that means we should have the best
time we can, while we can, huh?" he finally said.
Jesse sighed, and pushed his face against Marty's cheek.
Marty smiled. "My Jesse. You're my Jesse, you know that?"
"Yup. And you're my Marty." Jesse grinned. "I never had a Marty before. I
didn't know they needed so much upkeep."
Marty laughed. "What? I'm easy to take care of. You already do all the
right stuff to make me happy. It ain't that
hard, is it?"
Jesse thought about it, realized that Marty was absolutely right. Taking
care of Marty was a joy. "You're okay, I guess. Easier than taking care of
a dog, anyway." Jesse smiled inwardly - best not to let Marty know just
how much Jesse loved looking after him.
Marty sighed, but he smiled, too. "Woof, woof. Don't stand still, Jesse. I
might pee on your leg."
That reminded Jesse of what they had done earlier in the day. "Yeah, how
about us peeing on each other? Wasn't that kinky as shit?"
Marty laughed. "You really like that word, don't you?"
"Kinky?" Jesse smiled. "It's a cool word. It makes me imagine all
sorts of weird shit." He looked at his friend. "We do some kinky stuff -
don't we?"
Marty seemed to consider it. "I guess. I've seen some really bizarre shit
online, Jesse. We haven't done anything really kinky." He looked
at Jesse and grinned. "Yet." "Yeah? You gonna build a banana
split in my buttcrack and lick it out?"
Marty blinked, and then grinned, and Jesse gaped at him. "I was kidding,
Marty."
Marty shrugged. "Oh, well. I was just thinkin' what a great fuckin'
dessert that would be."
Jesse laughed, pushed gently against the other boy. "You're a little nuts,
you know that?"
Marty looked at him, and his blue eyes sparkled. "You really think so?"
Jesse watched him a moment, then shook his head. "No. I think you're
really very creative, and you got a great sense of humor." He nuzzled
Marty, and smiled. "I love being around you."
"You bring out the best in me, Jesse."
Jesse sighed, just feeling happy. Summer vacation sure was a great time to
be alive.
Marty nudged him. "You ever worry about your folks findin' out about us?"
"Some." Jesse had been thinking about it on and off lately. "I don't know
whether to worry more about my dad finding out, or my mom."
"I worry more about my dad." Marty said. "I'm his son, not his daughter.
He kinda has a right to expect like I'm gonna act like a son."
Jesse looked at his friend. "Marty, you can't help the way you are, any
more'n I can. I never just got up one day and decided, 'Man, I think I
wanna suck some dick today.' It just happened."
"Yeah. I know." Marty smiled. "The first time I looked at a boy and
realized I wanted to see him naked was sixth grade. Guy named Alex. He was
just cute as shit, you know? Had curly gold hair and blue eyes, and he
smiled all the time, and when he did I wanted to kiss him."
"Did ya ever get to do it?"
Marty sighed. "Nope. I just got to hang out with him some and watch from a
distance. I was scared to make a move."
Jesse laughed. "Come on - you were scared? I don't think I
believe it."
"Yeah, I was." Marty looked at Jesse, lifted a hand and rubbed his
fingertips along Jesse's jawline. "I was a little scared of you when we
met. If you hadn't been lookin' at me like you wanted to undress me, we
might not be sittin' here now."
Jesse felt his face get warm. "I didn't know it was all showin' on my face
like that. Good thing you weren't some straight guy with an attitude, or I
might have been in trouble, huh?"
Marty considered that. "Maybe not. You might not have acted the way you
did if I had been some straight dude. I think I was lookin' at you like I
wanted to undress you, and you picked up on it. Shit like that happens,
Jesse. I remember when me and Keith started hanging around, I just knew
he wanted to play. And if he hadn't wanted to play, I would have seen that
, too.
Jesse nodded. "I read about that. Two people who like each other a little
special send signals."
"Did you see me sending signals?"
Jesse shook his head. "Nope. I just noticed when you jumped up and down
and waved your hands and yelled, 'Kiss
me!'"
Marty laughed. "I did kind of do that."
"You did. But I wanted to kiss you. I think we kinda told on ourselves."
Jesse smiled at the memory.
"You sure did, Jesse. You
weren't hidin' anything. I could see you wonderin' what it would be like
to take my pants off."
Jesse snorted. "I wondered what it would be like to kiss you,
first. It was three or four minutes before I wanted to take your pants
off."
Marty grinned, put his arm around Jesse's shoulders and squeezed him.
Jesse could only smile; he was feeling pretty good. Being with Marty, with
the whole night - and the whole summer - ahead of them, was a wonderful
feeling. Jesse closed his eyes, leaned his cheek against Marty's lips,
felt the other boy kiss him and nuzzle him.
Outside, the crickets and toads had begun their nightly vigil, watching
over the world of the woods, commenting, arguing, and wondering about the
things coming in the night. The moon was still only a little better than
quarter in phase, and low in the sky, and the woods would be dark and
close once the sun went away around the curve of the earth. But here
in the fort there would be light for as long as they needed it, and the
closeness they shared, and the special bond that let them enjoy life on a
slightly higher level than all those in the world who awaited the coming
night alone.
"Oh - Parker said to give you something," Marty said, smiling. He kissed
Jesse, a warm and special thing.
"What is it?" Jesse asked, turning his head to look into Marty's eyes. He
wanted first to see if Marty was hiding a joke; even though they had
called a truce, it was best to check when the subject of Marty's big
sister arose.
"I just gave it to you, dummy," Marty said, laughing. "The kiss. It was
from Parker."
Jesse was surprised. "What? What'd I do to deserve that?"
Marty sighed. "You hooked her up with Kim. They hit it off like crazy, and
now Parker is smiling all the time." He gently nudged Jesse with his
elbow. "Don't be surprised if Kim wants to kiss you, too."
Jesse laughed. "You tell her to give it to you to give me, okay?"
"Mmm. That'd be okay with me, but it might be like tellin' her I like to
kiss you."
Jesse shrugged. "You do, don't you?"
"Yup."
"Well?"
Marty looked into Jesse's eyes. "I'll tell her, if you really want me to."
Jesse sensed the dare there, and thought that Marty just might be crazy
enough to follow through. No use starting a fire when a simple warm
blanket would do the trick. "Nope. Better not. She might get jealous or
somethin'."
"You're a real artist, Jesse."
"Yeah? How so?"
"You sling crap as well as any bullshit artist I ever met."
Jesse laughed. "Well, at least I don't plan to take over the planet when I
grow up."
"I told you I don't want to run it. I just want to play with it."
"What do you wanna do when you
get older, Marty?"
The other boy frowned a second, then shrugged. "Hell, I don't know. I
haven't thought about it that much. I kind of like the way shit is right
now. Why should I get all worried about what I'm gonna do in ten years or
something?"
Jesse shrugged. "You won't laugh if I tell you something, will you?"
Marty's eyes smiled. "I'll try not to. It's hard sometimes with you,
Jesse."
Jesse grinned. Fair enough. "When I was little, I wanted to fly in space
and go to Mars."
Marty's face worked like he had just been given a gift and couldn't resist
praising it. "After all the trouble it took you to get here, why would you
wanna go back?"
Jesse blinked, and realized he'd just been called an alien freak. Well,
kinda.
He launched himself at Marty, pinned him to the bunk and started tickling
him. Marty wasn't ticklish in the belly like Jesse was, and Jesse went
exploring, rubbing and prodding, while Marty giggled and only tried
half-heartedly to dissuade him.
"You won't get me like I can get you --"
Marty cut off as Jesse's fingers worked into the little valley between
Marty's dick and the top of his thigh and dug. Marty suddenly
threw his head back and shrieked, his hands immediately going to his
groin, trying to pry Jesse's away. Jesse, realizing he'd struck gold, bore
down, until Marty flopped helplessly back into the thin mattress, waving
his arms, his head back, his face scrunched up, and his eyes squashed shut
as he went helpless, unable to resist, unable to fight back. Jesse watched
the other boy laugh helplessly and grinned.
Yup. No more worries about Marty hunting with a shotgun. His friend had
just gone back to small pocket knife status, and likely would stay there
for the foreseeable future.
Jesse was not without compassion. He loved watching Marty laugh; but he
didn't want Marty to feel helpless like Jesse had felt during the awful
moment when Marty had discovered Jesse's weakness.
So he eased off, and then lay down against Marty and rubbed him and kissed
him. "See how you make me feel when you tickle me?" he asked, waiting for
Marty to open his eyes.
They finally popped open, and Jesse was amused to see the astonishment in
them.
"I'm ticklish," Marty said, like he couldn't believe it.
"I'd say that's a yes." Jesse laughed. "You didn't know?"
"Fuck, no. This is terrible." Suddenly, he smiled. "Jesse. Buddy. Pal. My
best friend. You wouldn't use
what you just found out to make my life hard, would ya?"
Jesse placed an absolutely serious look on his face. "Oh, hell no - buddy.
Not any more than you would use me being ticklish - right?"
Marty looked at him a moment, then smiled. "Fuckin' little badass heart
thief." He sighed - just a small one. "Okay - deal. No more tickling
unless it's an emergency."
Jesse looked at him. "An emergency? I never heard of a tickle emergency."
Marty leaned closer, pushed his nose against Jesse's. "Sometimes, I
just love to see you laugh so much, my heart's gonna break if I don't.
That's an emergency."
Jesse was touched. "I kinda feel the same way about seeing you laugh."
Marty considered that, then smiled and nodded. "Okay. No tickling - except
every now and then, when we really need to see something special."
Jesse nodded, and smiled back, understanding that they'd just created yet
another loopy, slightly stupid rule under which he and Marty were to live
together. There were getting to be a number of them - but Jesse wouldn't
have it any other way. That's what made life with Marty special.
Jesse looked into the other boy's eyes for what felt like a year, then
leaned in and gently kissed him. "I love you. You make my world special."
Marty closed his eyes, turned his face gently against Jesse's. "Aw, I love
you, too, Jesse. I can't imagine being without you anymore."
Jesse closed his eyes, too, and breathed in the wonderful scent of Marty's
skin. Shit. This was going to be the best night ever.
"We gonna watch the movie?" Jesse finally dared to ask, feeling that if he
didn't, they just might lay there together forever.
"Yeah." Marty gave Jesse a last kiss and sat up. "I'm ready."
They managed to get themselves together, opened the chips, got drinks, and
started the movie going.
It was everything that Jesse's dad said it was. From the opening scenes to
the end, the film kept both boys hopping with excitement and cheering with
amazement. Definitely, the best kind of entertainment for a warm summer
night in the woods, in the dark, with the very best friend there ever was
cuddled close.
Afterwards, they fired up Marty's dad's lantern, which filled the fort
with light. They cleaned up the dropped chips, finished off their drinks,
and chucked the rest of their clothing on the floor and wrestled and
kissed naked in the cot. Night had come on while they watched the movie,
the darkness rolling out its secret and private thoughts, and Jesse felt
it was time for some special things. He was hard and eager, but he knew it
was Marty's turn to feel some magic, and so when he got the great purple
pecker out of its new case and held it up before Marty, it was with
barely-restrained delight.
Marty grinned. "Man, I've been lookin' forward to this."
"You need preparing first," Jesse said, grinning. "So how about rolling
over for me?"
Marty laughed, and flipped himself onto his belly.
"Mmm," Jesse said, eying the other boy's sun-bronzed back, the soft curves
of his butt, the pleasantly-toned muscles of his thighs. "I'm gonna get me
some pucker."
He laid down on his belly on the cot beside Marty, hitched himself a
little bit onto his back, and stuck his face in the hair on the back of
Marty's head and inhaled deeply. Jesse's nose was filled with a dual
delight - the wonderful, sweet-musky scent of Marty's skin, and the clean
aroma of his hair. Jesse nuzzled the back of Marty's head with his lips
and nose, laid kisses there among the soft strands of his hair.
He came down the back of Marty's neck, still kissing, danced sideways and
back across each shoulder, and then worked his way down the boy's spine,
licking and kissing. Marty made little appreciative noises, and giggled
occasionally as Jesse licked or touched something extra-sensitive. Marty
tasted wonderful, just like his skin smelled, and Jesse just couldn't get
enough of it.
He reached Marty's butt, tasted his buns, pressed his face into each soft
curve at the bottom. Marty smelled just as wonderful here, and it was all
Jesse could do to control himself as he sampled the soft and inviting
skin.
He finally levered himself over Marty's leg and pressed his face firmly
into Marty's buttcrack, and inhaled again the wonderful, sexy aroma of the
other boy's skin. This was a magic scent for Jesse, one that seemed to
seep into his entire body and fill him with both lust and joy.
He wiggled his nose down inside Marty's butt, stuck his tongue out, and
tasted the edge of Marty's pucker. Somehow both the scent and taste of
Marty's skin was concentrated in this space, and it made Jesse so horny
that he simply dived his tongue into Marty's pucker and licked away with a
will that bordered on greed.
Marty squirmed a little, laughed, rolled his head back and forth in
enjoyment. That Marty's body felt good to him now was extra special to
Jesse, and he did his best to satisfy both Marty's need to be worked up to
excitement for the use of the dildo, and is own need to experience
intimately the sweet flavors of the other boy's body.
Finally, Jesse was sated on pucker. He wanted to taste dick now - he
wanted Marty in his mouth. He wanted to excite and thrill Marty, and to
drink down his spicy spunk.
Jesse sat back and helped Marty turn over, had him draw up his legs; and
then he cleaned and lubed up the great purple pecker. He rubbed some lube
into Marty's pucker, slid his finger inside to make sure everything was
slippery, and then got down on his belly in the magic spot and aimed the
great purple pecker at Marty's back door.
"Ready?"
"Shit, yeah." Marty's face was worked into one of his magic smiles, and
Jesse couldn't help smiling his own smile to share.
Jesse lowered the great purple pecker, pushed the head gently against the
center of Marty's pucker. It started in immediately, and Jesse was amazed
at how easy it was. That new lube was really some great stuff, he decided.
Marty huffed and puffed and grinned like mad, and Jesse carefully began
working the dildo in and out of Marty's butt. Marty closed his eyes and
his hands gently grasped the sheet that covered the cot. Jesse watched him
for a minute, saw he was ready, and lowered his head. He circled his free
hand around Marty's thigh, grasped the other boy's hard dick, and pulled
it back a bit so that he could get it into his mouth.
Marty shuddered at the new contact, and his hands gripped and then
released the sheet.
Jesse quickly found that it took some art to master the dual movements of
mouth and tongue along with moving hand; but he soon arrived at a
combined, synchronous motion that had Marty rolling his head side to side
and moaning with delight. Jesse kept his eyes open as he worked, watched
Marty's face as his body slid up the scale into a heightened state.
Marty now grasped Jesse's sides with his feet, and Jesse could feel the
other boy's toes flexing against his waist. It was somehow very exciting,
very personal, and Jesse's own dick called and begged for some loving of
its own.
But this was Marty's time. Jesse continued to work his motions, to move
the great purple pecker in and out. He continued to suck and to move his
tongue, continued to watch the joy spread across his best friend's face -
continued to love the boy in the most special way he knew.
Marty's hips began to flex, and then to move in small circular motions in
time with Jesse's movements. Jesse could see the rapid up and down
movement of Marty's belly as the air moved in and out of him, as he worked
his way towards orgasm.
Marty's head started to go back and his hips to push upwards, and with a
final gasp he began jetting his warm and spicy spunk into Jesse's mouth.
Jesse continued his motions unabated, automatically collecting the streams
of spunk with his tongue even as he continued stroking the head of Marty's
dick with it.
Marty gasped, pounded his hands on the mattress, and then grinned as the
very last of his spunk mixed with spit inside Jesse's mouth.
When it was over, Jesse didn't stop immediately, waiting until Marty's
dick reached super-sensitivity and Marty gasped for him to stop.
Jesse laughed without opening his mouth, gave the spunk-spit mix a last
squirt through his teeth, and swallowed it. Mmm.
He drew back, milked the last of Marty's spunk from his dick, and laid it
down against Marty's pubes. He gently withdrew the purple pecker and sat
it down on its suction cup on the floor, where it balanced effortlessly,
its tip thrust upwards at the end of its slightly curved shaft. Jesse
smiled at it a moment; who'd ever thought that a third dick would come in
so handy?
Marty opened his eyes and smiled at him. "Fuckin' awesome, Jesse." He sat
up, his eyes bright, and before Jesse knew it Marty was pushing him off of
the bunk, down to the floor of the fort, and was down on his pecker,
sucking. The energy of the move was stunning; after Jesse had had the
purple pecker up his butt he'd felt relaxed and dreamy. But Marty was
fired up, and he worked with a will on Jesse's dick, quickly bringing him
to climax.
Jesse gasped and squirt what felt like a huge amount of spunk into Marty's
mouth; no doubt it was just the normal amount, but it felt like so much
more somehow, likely due to the magic of how it was obtained. Jesse
squeezed his eyes shut as his dick pumped, and then gasped and relaxed as
it ended. He felt Marty squeeze out the last bit; and then the other boy
was swarming up him. Jesse felt Marty's tongue tuck itself between his
lips, and then he was sharing the taste of his own spunk.
Jesse sighed and relaxed, and Marty went over Jesse's face, kissing
everything in sight, until he suddenly seemed to run out of energy. He
laid his cheek against Jesse's, and they lay together in silence, just
feeling the closeness of skin and energy and life.
Marty took a breath and kissed Jesse again. "Man, that was amazing. Jesse,
that was the best you ever gave me, and that's a shitload. I never felt so
much good stuff at one time, ever."
Jesse nodded, smiling. "It's awesome, isn't it?"
Marty raised his head and smiled down at him. "The great
purple pecker. Now I see what you mean."
Jesse nodded. "Knew you would."
They got up, laid together in the bunk and snuggled close, trading kisses
and touches and feelings. Finally, Jesse reached back behind him and
extinguished the big electric lantern, and reached down and pulled the
sheet up over them to their waists. It was still warm, still muggy; but
even on summer nights there was a time, about an hour before sunup, when
the night air sometimes got a little chilly, and Jesse wanted to be able
to just reach down and pull the sheet higher over them if need be.
And, here he was, in the cot in the fort, in the dark, with Marty naked in
his arms; close, warm, soft, and very loved. Jesse's mind walked all
around the moment, gathering sensations, motions, feelings; and Jesse knew
that here was a memory he would have forever. He rubbed Marty's skin, felt
all the small tingles that went with that; he kissed the other boy, felt
them returned.
"I had a really great day," Marty said at last. "Jesse, you wore me out."
Jesse laughed. "In a good way?"
"Shit, yeah, in a good way. What a day." He gave Jesse a soft kiss. "I
can't believe I can have more days like this one, all summer long."
"Nights like this, too," Jesse whispered, squeezing Marty close.
"Yeah. I'm so glad we moved here, Jesse. I didn't know I wasn't living
until I came here and met you."
Jesse was touched by that. Briefly, he remembered Nate, was saddened that
the comparatively few memories he'd forged with Marty in a few days time
now overshadowed somehow the years that Jesse and Nate had spent together.
It seemed wrong; but there was nothing to be done about it. Jesse and
Marty were somehow special, somehow made by the universe to be together.
Jesse felt that Marty was a part of him - a part missing until now, one
made especially to complete Jesse and make him happier than he had ever
been before.
"I love you," he whispered, trying not to let tears into his eyes.
He felt Marty nod. "I love you, too, Jesse. And now I get to sleep with
you - just you. I'm gonna hold you all night long."
They lay together, wrapped in each other's arms, and talked, and listened
to night sounds, and talked some more; until Jesse's eyelids grew heavy
and Marty's voice trailed off, and Jesse knew that sleep was coming.
He started awake, not sure if he had really dozed, not sure what had
awakened him if he had. Marty's breathing seemed deep and slow, heavy with
sleep.
Then - he felt it. Something high on his back, between his
shoulder blades. It felt like something clinging to his skin. He flexed
his shoulders, felt a light touch against him, like feathery-light wings.
His imagination screamed awake, and Jesse saw in his mind a huge skeeter -
or even a small bat - perched on his back, slipping the blood form his
sleeping body. He sat bolt upright, turned and scrabbled in the dark for
the switch to the lantern.
As the light came on the twisting of his shoulders produced a slight
flutter behind him, and something white sailed out into the light and
landed on the floor next to the bunk. He looked down, dumbfounded. It was
a small, white square, perhaps four inches on a side. He looked at it a
moment longer before bending down to pick it up.
It was a single sheet of toilet tissue, with a tiny piece of scotch tape
clinging to one edge. He looked at it, unable to comprehend how it had
become attached to his back. He turned it in his hand - then turned the
sheet over.
Written on the back side in large letters, in pencil, was a single word: "Gotcha!"
Jesse felt movement behind him, and then Marty's voice came quietly
into the night. "Country boy five, city boy four. Looks like a comeback
game, folks."
Jesse looked up at the ceiling, but couldn't be mad. He started laughing,
and turned to face the other boy. "How the hell'd you do that without
waking me up?"
Marty grinned at him in the light from the lantern. "Stuck it to the top
rail of the bunk when I got here tonight. I just grabbed it after you fell
asleep and stuck it on your back. Simple."
Jesse shook his head, tossed the sheet of tissue on the crate table and
switched off the light. He laid back down, turned and rolled into Marty,
wrapped him in his arms and drew him close. "You know this is war, right?
Tomorrow, you'd better watch your back."
"Why? Is somebody gonna stick toilet paper on it?"
Jesse dug his fingers gently into Marty's belly and the other boy squeaked
once in delight before laughing. "You're a good sport, Jesse."
"I have to be, around you," Jesse said, in mock complaint - but he drew
Marty close and kissed him. "Not bad, for a city boy."
He felt Marty grin in the dark, and then they were laying close again,
rubbing and kissing.
This was it - this was what Jesse had been waiting for. He was sleeping
with Marty, and he was gonna hold him close all night long.
They talked a little while longer, and then Jesse felt drowsy again, and
soon he heard a slowness in Marty's breathing that sounded for real this
time.
He pushed his face against Marty's, gave him a last, gentle kiss. Tomorrow
would be here soon enough.
Jesse couldn't wait.
He grinned at the prospect, at all the things that would come with that. Being
with Marty was magic - it filled Jesse with new things, and had made him
appreciate that a life without love was just a life placed on
hold. Marty was the energy that drove Jesse now, a new and powerful force
that pushed his imagination, and made him see the world through brand new
eyes.
It was a wonderful place, the world, when shared, and Jesse saw now that
this summer - this summer vacation - was surely going to be the best ever.
Jesse listened to Marty breathe, felt the small movements of his body as
his slightly crazy mind dealt with the far off unknowns of the world of
sleep. Yup. This was what it was all about.
Jesse closed his eyes, heard the sounds of the night, felt the warmth and
closeness of his very best friend, and smiled.
And then, he went to sleep.
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