On Friday morning, my head was spinning. I’d had a second realistic dream about Jeff. In the most recent one, we had been hiking in the woods before having sex in a tent that appeared out of nowhere. I woke up with my bed filled with ejaculate. Hiding the sheets while I took them to the washer was a task.
At work, I was in the middle of an evaluation of a software system that checked off most of my requirements. I needed a break. I got a drink from the refrigerator and went outside. I saw my brother working in the mobile home park. I walked over and heard him discussing changes to the power, water, and sewer lines. The man appeared to be in his forties and was ruggedly handsome; he got into his trunk and drove toward the back of the property.
“Hey, Steven. You’re getting into this, huh?”
“I’m doing it because I have to, Jake. I’m going crazy. It’ll be seven more months before the baby is born, and I can find out if he’s mine.”
“I think that you should start school; if the baby is yours, then we’ll deal with it. It’s not like you’re going to marry her, and if she decides she doesn’t want to raise it; I hate calling the baby it. Anyway, if she doesn’t want to raise it, I’ll help you. You know that, so my advice is to focus on your studies. You know the saying about crossing bridges.”
“You’re probably right. I don’t know. I want to be here if I’m needed.” Steven looked off in the distance.,
“The baby won’t know the difference, and if it is yours, your education will be important for its future.” I hugged him. He had enough to think about; I needed to get my head together and stop acting like a schoolboy. I had a crush on a guy in high school. “Think about it. I’ll do everything I can to help you, remember that.”
I walked back to the office. I needed to realize that Jeff was a friend. That’s what he’d been, and that’s what he would be. My brain was just responding to the crush I had on him in high school and the fact that he was still handsome and hot just had my hormones working. I didn’t need to lust after some straight guy, not that he was just some straight guy. Shit, I’d made my dick get hard thinking about him. I needed to focus on work, and I needed to be cool when I met him the next day.
I went back to testing the software system, and it met my goals. I ended up working through my lunch, and when I finished, I gave Steven a call to see if he’d already eaten. He had, so I gathered my planning notebook and headed home to have a sandwich and finish my layout design.
I went up to my room with my food and pulled my yearbook and the scrapbook my mother had put together for my tennis career. I stared at Jeff’s senior picture. As I stared at his smile, I remembered watching his lips as he spoke at dinner. I closed my eyes. I wondered what it’d be like to feel his lips, to actually feel them, not just imagine feeling them.
I opened my eyes and slammed the book closed. I immediately picked up my phone and opened my Grindr app. It was still the middle of the afternoon, so I’m not sure what I expected. I looked at a few profiles and put the phone back down. I had no idea what I was doing.
Looking down at the closed yearbook, I unbuttoned my pants. I pushed them down to my knees with the underwear so I was bare-ass on my chair. I opened the book to Jeff’s yearbook picture and began to jerk off. Images of him on the other side of the court came to mind. I jerked more vigorously as I thought about his chest. When I came, I sprayed over the front of my shirt. I continued to stare at his photo. A wave of emptiness spread through me. Instead of feeling a relief of stress, I felt like shit. I started crying. I stripped down and threw most of my clothes in the hamper. I took the shirt with me to the bathroom and took a shower. I rinsed the cum from the shirt and tossed it to the sink.
With the hot water beating against the back of my head and shoulders, I tried to relax and regain my composure. By the time I was done cleaning up and cleaning out, I decided to ask Steven to go with me to Stewart’s. I’d never been there since I wasn’t old enough, but it was a well-known gay spot, and it was Friday.
With a plan in my pocket, I was feeling much better. I dressed and went down to get dinner started. Everything had already been prepared except for the iced tea. I took the fish out of the refrigerator so it could get to room temperature before boiling the water for the tea. I made the tea and set the table. My parents arrived soon after and while I set the table, they cooked the food. I heard my brother arrive as I put out the napkins.
After clearing the table, I cornered Steven. “Change your shirt; you’re coming with me to Stewart’s. I don’t want to go alone.”
“Stewart’s is closed.”
“What?”
“That’s right. Back in February. Valentine’s Day actually. There was a big raid; they were trafficking teenage boys; most were illegals from Mexico and Central America. I’m surprised you didn’t hear about it.”
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath.
“Horny?” he chuckled.
My stare told him I didn’t find that funny; it also let him know it was true.
“There’s that place called Tire Treads. But I’ve heard it’s rough, and I’m not going there. You shouldn’t either. At least, not at night.” He grabbed my right hand and held it up in front of my face. “Say hello to your best friend. He loves you, you know.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Fuck you,” I whispered.
“Not an option. Sorry. I love you, just not like that.” Steven leaned closer and kissed my cheek. “Sorry, bro. Just keep it quiet when you take care of things.” He smirked and headed upstairs.
I took a deep sigh and felt my phone buzz. It was a text from Jeff. “Looking forward to letting you beat me tomorrow. LOL.”
I texted back. “Me, too.” I’d like to beat you, I thought. I saw myself jerking him off and licking his cum from my hand. My dick got hard immediately, and I knew it was telling me to check out Tire Treads, but my brain knew that my brother was right. I’d check it out in the daytime.
My phone buzzed again. “Want to get something to eat to celebrate your victory? Then take a walk on the new trail by the lake?”
“I’d love to,” I wrote back. What if I tried to hold his hand while we walked? He’d punch me, and I’d lose the only friend I have here besides Steven. “Wish it were already tomorrow,” I added.
Jeff was ready when I picked him up. I was surprised to see him in long pants. I wasn’t wearing a tennis outfit, but I was in shorts. I noticed as we played that he didn’t move around the court with the same ease that he had the last time we were on the court.
I stopped playing as aggressively, but he noticed and commented. After two games, both of which I won easily, I told him I needed to sit for a moment. He nodded, and I walked up to him.
“It doesn’t take long to get out of practice,” I said as I put my hand on his shoulder. I rubbed my hand across his back. I bit my lower lip. How could I still want him so much? “Let’s have a seat.”
“Sorry about that,” Jeff looked down at the ground. “I thought I could play better than that.
I put my arm around him again even though I knew I shouldn’t. “Hey, man. It’s cool. I’m just glad we’re out here playing.
He turned and looked at me.
I smiled and nodded. I wanted to lean in and kiss him.
He turned away. “Thanks for saying that.”
“It’s true,” I told him. “I’m just enjoying our time together.”
“My sister’s coming back. I talked to her this morning. She wants me to break the news to my parents. She’s worried about their reaction.”
“Put a positive spin on it. Tell them that you convinced her to come back home. That way you look like the hero.”
He laughed. “You always make me feel better.”
If he only knew how I could make him feel.
“Is it too early for lunch?” Jeff asked. Are you still up for that walk down by the river after we eat.”
“Yeah, how about burgers,” I suggested. “Burger King or Whataburger? As if I have to ask.”
“I’ll always be a foreigner, won’t I?” chuckled Jeff.
“If you keep picking Burger King, you’ll never get Texas citizenship.”
Jeff smiled. He looked just the way he did in my dream.
“OK. Whataburger.”
I laughed. “Last chance.” Without thinking, I put my hand on his knee. “I’d do Burger King for you.”
“No. I said Whataburger.”
As we stood up, I realized where my hand had been. He had not tried to move it. Was that because he was too nervous to move it and didn’t want to embarrass me, or did he like having it there? Or, did he not even notice.
We made our way to the car, and I headed to Whataburger. We pulled into the drive-thru. “I’ll order us a burger to share and a bottle of water. No fries.”
“You would, wouldn’t you. I’ll have my own burger, thank you. And I want fries.”
“Coke or water?” I asked him.
“Water, right. We’re athletes.” He chuckled.
I rolled down the window. “Two number ones, pickles, tomatoes, lettuce. One large fry. Two bottles of water.”
“We always did order the same thing.”
“That’s because you’re a copycat,” I said.
“You wish you could have copied my great form. I was pretty good in my youth,” he said, making his voice sound like an old man. “How many times did I ace you?”
“You’re a cruel Yankee,” I said in my best Southern drawl. I was at the window. I got and paid for the food, and we headed to the trailer park. I knew there was a shortcut to the trail from the little park in the back.
“Where are we going now?” asked Jeff.
“The best place I know of to hide a body.”
We walked to a bench under a live oak that had a great view of the water. With the fries between us, we ate our hamburgers just as we had done after so many tournaments. The day was warming up, but I was surprised by the lack of insects.
“Which would you rather do,” I asked Jeff. He turned to face me. His blank stare told me he’d been daydreaming. “Would you rather be out on a boat or camping in an RV?”
“I think an RV. I want to go places without worrying about a motel. And I don’t want to sleep on the ground. What about you?”
“I don’t want to sleep on the ground. Where would you go if you could go tomorrow?”
“That’s easy,” Jeff said. “First, I want to see Carlsbad Caverns. Next, I want to see Palo Duro Canyon. What about you?”
“I haven’t seen either of those places. I want to see Devil’s Tower.”
“That’s in Wyoming, isn’t it. I’d like to see that, too.” Jeff jerked forward. He smiled. “It’s my phone,” he laughed. He pulled it out and answered it. “What? OK. I’ll be right there.” He turned to me. “My brother’s been mugged. My mother wants me to take her to Houston.”
“Of course.” I stood up.
Jeff gathered the trash, and we headed back to the car. I dropped him off and asked him to let me know how things were going. As I headed back home, I turned the car and drove toward the Tire Tread.
I slowed and saw several motorcycles parked in front. I got a bad feeling and drove to the grocery store and parked. I was convinced that I had been on my way to ask Jeff to join me on an RV excursion next summer. I needed to get him out of my mind. My parents and Steven were going to be out for the evening, so I decided to get some popcorn and watch a movie on TV.
As I walked down the aisle, I noticed a policeman looking at cans of nuts. I walked past him and checked out his ass. He was several inches shorter than I was but had broad shoulders. As I turned to take another glance, he looked at me. He was ruggedly handsome and his smile revealed bright white teeth.
“I know you,” I said.
“Eric Fletcher,” he said.
“Mr. Fletcher’s son? It’s been years since I saw you, and you were hot even then.”
His smile broadened.
Shit, I realized; I had just outed myself.
“You were, too, Jake,” he said. “But you were too young for me to do anything about it.”
That made my dick twitch. “I’m not too young now.” I smiled back.
“I’m off duty, and I live alone. Want to go play?”
“Oh,” I whispered. “Fuck yeah.”
I followed him to a small house on 2nd Street, and once inside, he pulled me to him and kissed me hard. “I want to get fucked in my uniform,” he said. He pulled off his utility belt. “I’ve got condoms in the bedroom.”
He pulled me to the bedroom where I pushed him to the wall and removed his belt. “Where are they?” I demanded.
“In the drawer.”
I pulled the condom and lube from the nightstand, unbuttoned his pants, and pushed them just below his butt. I kicked off my shoes and pushed my shorts to the floor.
“Fuck,” he said. “That’s a nice dick.”
I kissed him hard before pushing him back onto the bed. I pushed his knees to his chest. With his pants still at his thighs, his dick was trapped against his shirt, but his hole was at a perfect angle. The muscle quivered as it tightened and loosened.
I pushed my cock against the opening. “Don’t resist, Officer, or it won’t go well for you,” I said gruffly.
“If you weren’t such a pussy, you’d be fucking me already.”
I’m not sure if he said that as part of the game or if he meant it, but it pissed me off, and I shoved my dick into him. He gasped as I penetrated him. It had been a long time since I was inside another man, and I pounded him for all I was worth. “Yes,” he growled. “Don’t stop.” His teeth clenched together. “Shit.” He repeated it several times before he tensed and his face relaxed.
I pushed him farther back on the bed and pushed into him again. I could tell I was close. I wedged my head between his knees. He grabbed my head and licked my chin. I shot into the condom twice. I rolled off him. He slowly lowered his legs. The bottom of his shirt was covered in cum. The cum-filled condom sagged off the end of my still hard cock.
Eric moved to remove his shirt and his vest. Still in his t-shirt, he rolled on his side and pulled the condom from my cock. He covered my dick with his mouth and gently moved his lips up and down the shaft. I could feel his tongue as it licked back and forth. He lifted his head and smacked his lips.
“I wonder what it would have tasted like when I first wanted to do that.”
“How long ago was that, do you think?” I asked.
“Eight years?”
“Shit,” I replied, “I was sixteen.”
“I didn’t think of you as a kid, but I knew I’d be in serious trouble if we did anything.”
“I’m glad you didn’t because I would have let you,” I told him.
“Yeah? Are you going to let me now?”
“You know I am. Take that shirt off so I can feel your chest.”
Eric removed his shirt and grabbed a condom from the nightstand. He kissed me again before traveling down and giving me the rimjob of all rimjobs.
When he inserted himself into me, his chest was against mine; his mouth covered mine. His movements were slow but intentional. Our tongues mutually explored, and when he came, he had multiple, short, quick thrusts. He stayed for a moment while still inside me, and once he removed the condom, he asked me to shower with him and stay to cuddle.
The shower relaxed me even more, and as I lay in the bed holding Eric, I felt no anxiety or tension. His breathing became even, and I felt my eyelids get heavy. I didn’t hear anyone walk into the room, but I felt the hand touch me and gently shake me.
“Jake?”
I looked up at Jeff. “What are you doing here?” I asked.
“I followed you; I didn't go with my mom and dad,” he said. He looked over at Eric. “He’s very handsome. I forgive you, but I’m still going to have to kill him.”
