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The semi-darkness of twilight was fading as I realized my walk had taken me farther from home than I had intended. Trying to calculate the best route home, I had turned east and gone several blocks before deciding to make a course adjustment. I turned south at the next road and was soon aware that I had taken one of the alleys that ran behind the houses in this neighborhood. I kept going, and a few minutes later, I was certain that I could hear the barely audible whimpering of an injured animal. My heart began to race.
An injured animal signaled danger. Should I turn around or continue? I could slip between two of the houses and walk on a sidewalk. I was looking for a break between the darkness and darker shadows that would indicate an open path, and the sound got louder. I began to wonder if it were human.
“Shut up, Ronald.”
The voice seemed to boom from a house up on the left. I stopped. Everything was quiet for a moment.
“Please, Dad. I’m sorry.” Then sobs.
“You made your fucking choice. I want you out of here. I don’t want to ever see your fucking face again.”
More sobs. I approached them. My mind flashed back to the time I was discovered, and my father threw me out. At seventeen, I had nothing. I had to struggle for food, clothing, putting myself through school before finally having enough to be comfortable. My little apartment, a six-month-old car, and enough to eat.
I took a few more steps and saw the figure on the ground, his head on his knees. I could see his head move up as I drew near.
“Who’s there?” His voice had the wet, stopped-up sound of someone who’d been crying.
“I’m Luke Pfaff. I live a few streets over. It sounds as though you need some help.” I put my hand on his shoulder.
“My dad hates me. He wants me to go away and die. He kicked me out of the house. II don’t have any clothes or money.”
I heard echoes of my own voice.
“Come with me. You can wash your face, and we’ll go to the store to get you some clothes.
Ron stood up. He walked willingly, although like a zombie. We continued down the alley and then the streets until we reached my apartment. I could tell that he was fighting back the tears the entire way. The lights from the parking lot revealed a man in his early twenties, probably still in college. He had the build of a thin kid who was starting to fill out into manhood. When he looked at me, I could see his eyes filled with tears. We went into my apartment, and I took him to the bathroom.
When he walked out, the redness from the tears was still evident, but I could see the blue of his eyes. His short blond hair framed his face well.
“Do you have a driver’s license, Ronny?” I asked.
“Yeah, I have my wallet with my driver’s license. I think I have a five in it.” He started to take it out of his pocket.
“No, you can leave it. I don’t want your money. I was just wondering because when this happened to me, I didn’t even have a driver’s license with me. Do you have a job or a car?”
“No. My mom wanted me to have summer’s open to relax and have fun. I go to school here in town, so I walk to take the bus.”
“Do you think it will be safe to talk to your mother?”
“She died last year, but my college money is in my name, so he can’t take it away. But it’s set up to pay the school and not me. I get whatever is left over after I graduate. Everything else is his.”
“Well, let’s go to the store and get you some clothes.” I put my hand on his shoulder again. He seemed to relax a bit, but then he tensed again.
“I can’t.” He teared up again. “I don’t have any money.”
“People were nice to me when I kicked out. I’ll take care of getting you some clothes, and someday, when you can, you help someone else out.”
“So, your dad kicked you out?”
“He sure did. Nine years ago, just before I turned eighteen.” Should I tell him why? It was bound to come up. “He caught me kissing a friend. We weren’t even boyfriends, but we had secretly been on two dates. He beat me with a belt, too, and threatened to shoot me if I came back.”
“So you want to help me?” he asked.
“If I can. Why’d your dad kick you out?” I asked even though I’d heard the yelling.
“Mine hacked into my computer and found my downloaded videos. When I came home, he told me that it disgusted him to think I liked watching men do it to each other. He smashed the computer in front of me and screamed at me to leave.”
I whispered to him. “I’ve got some DVDs. You can watch porn on the big TV if you want to.” I don’t know why I said that; it just seemed to slip out.
Ronny chuckled just a little. Then he stared straight into my eyes. “You really do understand me, don’t you.”
I gave him a sideways hug and kissed him on the temple. “Yeah, I do. You’re not alone anymore.”
Shopping at Walmart was painful. Ronny was so ‘frugal’ that he couldn’t decide which package of underwear to get. He kept looking at these cute briefs, but he wouldn’t pull them off the hanger. I finally grabbed three packages and threw them into the cart. “We’re getting these.”
He tried to argue with me, but I shut him down. “You’ll end up going commando if you don’t leave them in the cart and pick some t-shirts and polos.”
Once he told me the size of the polo, I asked for his five favorite colors. I tossed one of each in the cart, and we headed to the t-shirts. Those were a little more difficult because we both wanted cute sayings on them. I even picked a few for me, and I got one to match his favorite so we could wear the same shirt at some point. We also bought a couple of khaki shorts and a few running shorts. I picked up a few extra groceries, and we were on our way back home.
I took a shower and slipped into the boxers that I usually wore to bed. While Ronny took his shower, I got the couch ready for him. I told him that I usually take a shower in the morning as well, but that I didn’t set the alarm on Saturday. We agreed that whoever awakened first would let the other sleep in.
It was only ten-thirty when I slipped between the sheets. I was still pretty wound up, but I thought I might fall asleep quickly if I just relaxed. It didn’t happen. At eleven, Ronny came into the room. “Luke, can I get in bed with you?”
“Is the couch uncomfortable?”
“No,” he answered. “I just need to be with someone. I’m just feeling alone, and even though I know you’re in here, you seem really far away.”
“OK. You’ll need to bring your pillow.”
Ronny came back in with his pillow, and I moved over a little for him to get in.
“You’ve been really nice to me today.”
“Well, Ronny, you’ve had something terrible happen to you. Nobody deserves to be thrown out of their home. I’m sure that if I hadn’t been there, someone else would have helped you.”
“I don’t know. I’m not sure people are as nice as that. Old people like my dad… How old are you, Luke?”
“I’m twenty-seven. I had my birthday last week.”
“Really? I didn’t realize you were that old. I thought you were like twenty-six or something.”
What the hell, I thought.
He started to laugh. “Just shitting you.” He moved a little closer to me. I figured you were about my age.”
“Which is?”
“Twenty-two.” He turned to face me. His breath was like peppermints. He bent his head and kissed me. “I didn’t realize something until we were in the apartment before going to the store, but I was afraid to tell you.”
“I’ve seen you running or walking in the neighborhood. I tried to take a picture of you once, but it came out blurry.”
“So you’re a stalker?”
“No, but, I have to be honest with you. I was trying to think of a way to be honest with you, and then I just decided to say it.”
“Always the best way,” I said.
“Luke, do you want to have sex?”
That question caught me off guard. “I don’t think that would be a good idea. We don’t really know one another.”
“But you’re letting me stay at your house, and you’re letting me here in your bed.”
“That’s true.”
“I fucked the guy at the library. He’s the short, blonde one who works at the desk. His name is Alex. We didn’t even go out on a date.”
“Are you friends with Alex?” I inquired.
“No, it was kind of like we looked at each other, and he took me into one of the offices, and I fucked him.”
“And?”
“He smiles at me now when I see him working. I guess I thought there’d be more.”
“There needs to be more first if you want the person to be more than just a hole you stick your dick in.”
“Yeah,” said Ronny. “I guess I was thinking that you’d been so nice to me.”
“There are better ways to say thank you.”
“You’re right. Thank you. I think I’ll go back out to the couch. Maybe read one of your books.”
“Sleep well.”
After he left the room, I began to think back. I remembered one of my low points. I’d been living on what I could find behind the seven-eleven when Herbert Krausse found me. He took me to his home. I had a wonderful shower. He’d thrown my clothes in the washing machine. I wore a towel around my waist while he fed me dinner. After eating, he grabbed my dick and told me I could thank him by feeding him some cum. I let him suck me. I didn’t enjoy it. I’d always imagined how good it would be.
Hot tears filled my eyes. I’d forgiven myself a million times, but the memory wouldn’t fade away. I wasn’t going to be an asshole that took advantage of someone who was in need.
-2-
Three weeks later, we had fallen into a routine. Ronnie was sleeping on the couch, and he hadn’t made any middle of the night trips to my bed. I suspected he was getting his needs met in the library, and my curiosity on the subject was waiting for the right time to ask him about it.
Meanwhile, I was looking forward to a Tuesday evening date with the butcher. I had been looking at seafood in Kroger when I struck up a conversation with Blake Quinn, a man in his late twenties who convinced me that grilling salmon was the only way to eat it. He professed to be an expert, and I offered him my unused grill to prove it. We’d been tossing a few innuendos out as we spoke, and now I had a date with him. Ronnie had a study group and wouldn’t be back until late, so Blake and I would have time to get to know each other better.
As soon as I got home Tuesday, I made sure the grill was still in good order. For the life of me, I wasn’t sure why I’d bought it, but it was sitting unused on the patio since the day I brought it home and assembled it. I showered, shaved, and changed into some casual clothes. As I checked on the ice and drinks, Blake rang the doorbell.
I brought a chair outside and Blake put the cooler he was carrying on it. I brought him a beer. I’d asked previously what he preferred, so I had his favorite kind. He got the fish and corn going on the grill, and I had the arduous task of pouring potato chips into a bowl and getting the green onion chip dip in a bowl.
When I stepped back outside, he had things on their way to being grilled.
“This is a great grill,” he smiled. “Just the right size. I don’t like really big ones because the heat is too hard to control. And nobody likes things that are too small to get the job done.” He gave me a sly look with a raised eyebrow to let me know that he wasn’t just talking about grills.
I really liked the man; he was so easy to talk to. I stepped closer to the grill and put my hand in the middle of his lower back. Blake turned to look at me, and I felt that jolt that tells you that the attraction goes beyond surface subjects. He leaned forward and kissed me. I opened my mouth just slightly and dropped my hand to his ass. That kiss tingled to my toes; my cock twitched, and my hand squeezed his cheek.
“I already want a second date,” he told me.
“I’m free tomorrow night,” I smirked back. In the back of my mind, I started making plans for later. “Right now, I’m going to get a bigger plate for that piece of meat you brought.”
“Make sure there’s room for these corn cobs. I know you’re going to love chewing on my cobs.” He let his hand graze my crotch.
My dick twitched, and he felt it. I was sure I felt some precum ooze into my underwear. A barely audible “fuck” fell from my lips.
“I know,” he whispered back. “You make me feel that way, too.”
I went back into the kitchen, and as I rinsed the plate for the salmon, I assessed my past love life. Not that there was much love in it. It was more of a sex life. I wasn’t a slut, but I’d fucked a few guys and been fucked by a few guys. Nothing ever lasted very long. The connections seemed to be more of a “we’re both really horny” situation. The last man in my bed, unless you counted the talk I had with Ronnie, was… Honestly, I’d never had a man in my current bed, and the last time I’d had sex was over three years ago, with that cute nerdy guy from the office next door. We dated for three months. He liked me to fuck him while I held a pillow over his face. I thought he was into kinky stuff, and it turned out, he didn’t want to see my face. He admitted to me once after too much vodka, that he would pretend he was being fucked by a girl with a strap-on, but he preferred the feel of a real penis over a plastic one. I’d probably still be fucking him once a week had it not been for celebrating his promotion. I deserved better, and he deserved a long stay in a psychiatric ward. I hope he got what he needed. I wondered whether the guy on the patio was whom I deserved.
The salmon melted in my mouth. The corn was good, too. I wouldn’t turn it down, but compared to the orgasmic sensation of the fish, nothing could come close. As we ate, I gave Blake a brief bio of my life, and he filled me in on his.
Blake was one of seven children. He was the youngest. The oldest, his brother Jeremy, was a bad boy who had three children with different girls before graduating high school. He was in prison now, death row, for having killed Blake’s first boyfriend. He’d caught them kissing and beat him severely. While in prison, he killed his cellmate..
As Blake related the experience to me, he looked down at the table; I could tell by his face and the tone of his voice that he didn’t want to tell me, but he knew that he had to be completely honest. I thought about what I had gone through and realized that I had things easy compared to him.
The rest of Blake’s siblings were girls. They had babied him when it suited their purpose and ignored him when it didn’t. He liked his current job, but he said the guys he worked with were always talking about their girlfriends or wives. “If I have to hear one more story about muff-diving, I may out myself by talking about eating ass. They’re a contemptible lot, and I’m not sure what they’re after, but I’m not playing their games.”
“A lot of straight men like to brag. It’s hard to know if it’s because they’re insecure, closeted, or curious. They just come across looking like assholes,” I said. “Stay steadfast.” I reached over and held his hand. “I think you’re strong enough to ignore that kind of trash talk.”
Blake looked up at me and smiled. “You’re just saying that to get the last piece of corn.”
I moved my chair a little closer to him. I saw his cheeks get red, and he looked down at the table. I touched my lips to his and placed my hand on his chest. “You have that piece,” I whispered. I moved my lips to his ear. “Once my stomach digests a little more, I’m going to have this one.” I dropped my hand to his lap and fingered him through his pants.
He drew a sharp breath.
“I insist,” I said.
He picked up the corn and placed one end near his lips. “Let’s share.”
I started to laugh. “No, I want to see how you handle a cob that big around. I’m going to clear the table.”
Blake opened his mouth and started to slide the end into his mouth. He did a fake gag and pulled it back out. “It’s too big.”
“That’s what he said.” I chuckled. “Every single time.”
“Braggart,” laughed Blake.
“Maybe,” I replied.
Blake stood up and pushed against me. “Will you let me find out, in person?”
“Finish your corn while I put these dishes in the dishwasher.” Then I raised an eyebrow. “I want to show you something in the other room.” I cleared the area as quickly as I could.
Blake tossed the empty cob into the trash and pulled a toothbrush from his pocket. “May I use your bathroom?”
“Right through there,” I pointed. I closed the door to the dishwasher and put it on a rinse cycle. I went into the bathroom and found a rabid Blake vigorously brushing. I pulled my brush from the cabinet, and before I began to brush, I said, “Good oral habits make for better kissing.”
He smiled and more foam ran down his chin.
I stepped behind him and pushed him against the counter. My semi-hard cock tented my pants and pushed between his cheeks. “Take care not to make a mess. I might have to show you who’s the boss.”
He bent forward to rinse his mouth and pushed back against me. My dick got harder. “The first one finished is the boss.”
I rinsed my mouth in the sink. “Cleanest mouth wins.” I pulled his head to mine and ran my tongue over his top teeth.
“Oh, fuck,” his eyes fixated on mine. “You win.”
I kissed him. His tongue pushed against mine. “I think we’re both winners here,” I said. I held his hand and interlaced our fingers. I could feel my heart pounding against my chest. I was nervous about taking him into my bedroom, more nervous than I had been the first time I was with someone. I had always topped, always been the giver, and believe me, I gave it good. But as I felt his hand in mine, I knew I wanted to feel him inside of me. I bit my lower lip and took him into a room with a neatly made bed, a small nightstand, and a small dresser. Nothing was on either surface, not even a speck of dust.
Blake stopped me at the doorway. “Your hand’s trembling. It’s OK. If you’re not ready, we’ll still have our date tomorrow.”
“No. No. It’s not that. Oh, hell no, it’s not like that at all.”
“What is it, Luke?” Blake brought my hand to his lips and kissed the back of it.
“It’s because I want everything to go well, and…”
He pulled my ear to his lips. “Is it like my wanting to rim your ass even though I’ve never done it before and never wanted to do it before, but you’re so fucking desirable, and your ass is so… “
“Rimmable?”
Blake started to laugh which made me laugh.
“Get your fucking clothes off, Luke, before I rip them from you body and French-kiss your butt.”
I pulled my shirt off over my head. “You are such a fucking romantic, Blake.”
“Holy shit.” Blake stared at me.
“What?”
“Your shoulders, your arms, your chest. Fuck. They’re so firm, so toned, so sexy. And your waist is so small.” Blake pulled his shirt off and threw it on the dresser. “Look at me. Thirty-two chest, thirty-two waist, thirty-two hips. I’m straight all the way down.”
“I hope not.”
Blake looked up at me. “What?”
“I hope you’re gay all the way down.” We started laughing again. “You’d make a great flapper.”
“What’s that?”
“You know, one of those flat-chested girls from the Roaring Twenties who looked like giant toilet paper tubes. Now, pants off, and let’s get into bed.
We pushed our pants down at the same time. Both our dicks sprang up and out. We were of fairly equal size, and I was glad he wasn’t bigger, because I promised myself that I was going to have that cock in my ass before the morning light.
Blake stepped toward me; our dicks touched. He pressed his lips to mine, and I used my hand to hold our cocks together. Everything seemed like the first time with him. I sensed things I’d never felt before. Slight movements of his hips resulted in his penis moving back and forth against mine. Blake’s lips moved toward my ear, and I glanced down. I could see precum forming at the tips of both our members. I wanted to suck him, so I started to move down to my knees, but he grasped my shoulders and pushed me back to the bed. I turned and pulled the covers back. I sensed that he wanted me in the middle of the mattress. He didn’t tell me that, but it was as though I were reading his mind.
Blake was on his knees pushing my legs up and toward my head exposing my hole. His eyes were locked with mine, and as my manhole approached his face, he smiled at me before bending forward and licking my ass. He started to laugh. “Your cunt looks like a cunt.”
I brought my eyebrows together and raised one the way Mr. Spock does. “Excuse me, sir? Just what the fuck do you mean?” I tried to maintain a serious tone.
“Well, you may not believe this, but when I was twelve, a girl down the street insisted on showing me her pussy, and it looked like this tiny little slit. Completely hairless. That’s what you look like.” He started to chuckle. “Of course when she pulled the lips apart, I was horrified. She wanted me to fuck her because her older sister had told her all about it. I told her that I’d rather suck her brother’s dick, which was true, I did. Her brother was sixteen and sexy.”
“Did you?”
“What?” Blake was confused.
“Suck her brother’s dick?”
“Hell, no. He was busy getting Susan Kelly knocked up.”
“Anyway,” he bent forward and ran his tongue against my hole. Tingles ran down my spine.
“You’ll have to do better than that. I mean, you just said my ass looks like a twelve-year-old girl’s pussy, and now I’m upset.” I tried not to smile, but I wasn’t successful.
“You fucker. I’m just getting started,” he growled at me.
And he wasn’t joking there. He licked across my tiny pucker, and the tip of his tongue circled the muscle before pushing slightly into the entrance. I squealed like the proverbial pig. This was better than the bet blowjob I’d ever received. He pushed his tongue in a little farther. “Oh, fuck, yes. Oh, Blake, I’m loving this.” He continued to tease my ass with his gymnastic tongue, and at one point I believe I swooned.
A nibble on my taint told me he was changing tactics. He licked my ball sack and sucked each testicle into his mouth and pushed them against the room of his mouth with his tongue. He was sending me to levels of pleasure I’d never known. He released my balls and lowered my ass to the bed before he rubbed his tongue against the bottom of my hard as rock shaft. Next, he encircled the head of my dick with his lips and played with my piss slit with his tongue.
As he slid up even with me, he kissed my right nipple.
“So, was it everything you expected?” I asked him as he rested his head on my shoulder.
“What, kissing your ass?” He chuckled.
“You French kissed my ass. I think you licked my appendix.”
“That’s so fucking gross.” He tried to be serious, but he tried to squelch his laughter.
“Now you’re showing a shitty outlook.”
“Boo. Bad dad jokes.”
“Oh, yeah?” I forced him onto his back. I was trying to think of what to do in response to the dad joke comment, but all I wanted to do was kiss him. So I kissed him; then I kissed his nipples, his belly button, his dick and his balls. I began to lick his shaft up and down.
“Luke? Do you have lube?”
“Not for you.” I did my best maniacal laugh.
“My ass is really tight. I’ll clamp down so hard, your dick will turn black from lack of blood supply and fall off.”
“Without a dick, I’ll have to fuck you with a bread knife.”
“Fuck, man. You’re evil.”
“Lube’s in the drawer of the nightstand. And I’m evil? You’re talking about making me dickless.” I laughed again.
Blake’s hand found its way to my cock and the wetness of the lube felt good. He began to lube his hole, and he slipped his fingers inside himself. I found watching him to be such a turn-on. I moved closer to him. He kept trying to align my cock with his hole, but the slipperiness of his fingers didn’t allow a firm grasp of my dick. As the tip of my dick penetrated him, the air in the room became still. Neither of us made a sound; we concentrated on the physical feeling. I closed my eyes. Warmth surrounded me as I pushed farther inside.
I looked down at him, and he was smiling. His hands moved to his knees, and he pulled them to the sides with his legs straight like a gymnast doing the splits. I lowered my head to his and we kissed gently. We were in a slow-motion time-warp. We had gone from laughing and joking to what should have been frenzied fucking, but it wasn’t. It was pleasant, sensual, soft, and caring. I looked deep into his eyes as I moved in and out of him. It felt as though I’d fallen into him, as if our souls were wrapped together the way two wires are twisted together to make a strong connection.
Blake’s eyes widened and his mouth fell slightly open; his breathing changed. He exhaled a low guttural moan-like growl and he ejaculated into the space between us. His eyes rolled back, and his body shuddered. I pushed into him and released my seed into his belly. I moved slightly and allowed my penis to slowly slip out of him.
There was no urgency to clean up and to get dressed. I moved beside him and let him straighten his legs. His abs were wet, and I leaned over and kissed one of the spots with the most cum. I toyed it with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth and savoring the taste of Blake whose hand now rested between my shoulder blades and caressed my back.
I raised my head and kissed the side of his chest. Neither of us spoke. The stillness of the room accentuated my thoughts of what had just happened.
“Blake?” I whispered.
“Luke,” he replied.
I wanted to make a joke about his knowing my name, but I didn’t want to spoil the moment. Plus, hearing him say my name felt special in a way that I couldn’t explain.
“Can you stay the night?” I asked.
“I want to. I work noon until nine tomorrow.”
“I promise not to keep you up all night. I want to sleep next to you. In fact, we can shower now and go to sleep if you want. It’s just that I felt something special, and I don’t want you to leave right now.”
“I’m glad you said that,” said Blake, “because I want to keep seeing you. You touched me in a way that I can’t explain.”
“Let’s take that shower.” I held Blake’s hand as we got into the steamy water, and after lathering and rinsing, we remained under the water kissing. As the water cooled, we toweled off and got back under the covers to stay warm. Blake began to spoon me, and I felt him begin to get hard again. He was slipping his dick between my ass cheeks and singing some bawdy rendition of Popeye the Sailorman. I was laughing hysterically when I heard the door to the apartment open.
The room immediately fell silent. The door to my bedroom flew open. “Luke, are you up? You’re not going to believe this. Alex asked me to go steady with him. He thinks I should move in with him, and we should get married at the end of the semester.. What do you think?”
Blake and I sat up in bed. I started to say something.
Ronny interrupted. “Alex, is that you?” He turned on the light. “Oh, no, it’s not. I’m sorry. You look a lot like Alex, especially in the dark.”
“I have a cousin named Alex,” Blake offered. “He works in the library at the college.”
“It’s a small world after all,” I sighed.
“This is so fucking cool,” giggled Ronny. “You can be Alex’s best man, and Luke can be mine.
“Or we could have a double wedding,” said Blake.
“We haven’t had a second date,” I reminded him as I rolled my eyes.
“Yeah, said Ronny, “you don’t want to rush things.” He clicked off the light and closed the door.
