“Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!” They gasped almost in unison. Carey in a high
pitched gasp; Dirk in more of a grunt. Hanging onto the post in his campus
apartment for dear life, Carey endured the ass pounding.
When it was over, Dirk stumbled back, the condom hanging loosely from the
end of his shrinking dick. A glob of cloudy spunk filled the very end.
“Fuck!” Carey yelped.
Dirk coughed and went to the bathroom to clean up.
On his way out, a goofy smile on his face, he said, “If we win on
Saturday, do I get another treat?” Dirk, at 6’2″ and 220, was the starting
middle linebacker on the university’s football team.
Carey just smirked as he lay on his stomach, still naked, surfing on his
phone.
The butt fucking wasn’t as painful now as it had been when he first let
Dirk top him a couple of weeks ago. He needed it to hurt. It helped assuage
the other pain. The pain in his head.
A year later. Six months of rehab, another six months for his mind to
recover, if it ever would. He’d lost an entire year of school. This was
supposed to be his senior year in college. Instead, he would shortly be
turning 21 and still be just a junior.
He was starting to gain a little weight now. 130 pounds, 5’10,” 31 waist,
maybe 32. Light brown, kind of sandy hair. He’d let it grow a bit longer,
farther down on his forehead, covering more of his ears. Brown eyes, narrow
square jaw. In the last few months, he’d broken out a bit, some small
pimples along the edge of his jaw line and on his shoulders. Not much
definition to his chest, entirely without hair. Although he’d always let
his pubic hair grow naturally, he had a sudden urge a few months ago. Some
uncomfortable hair removal product applications and his dick, balls, and
butthole were now smooth.
Carey had a lot of help along the way. Even people like Bell. Just the
other day, he ran into Campbell on campus. Allegedly visiting his sister
but having hooked up with some friends. Now 17 years old, his arm was
around a drop dead gorgeous girl. He was already playing BMOC and he was
still a junior in high school. Why not? Drop dead gorgeous himself. Long
brown shoulder length hair, impossibly sexy full eyebrows, slender
build. Right out of the pages of a J. Crew catalog. His ever so cool “I
don’t give a shit” attitude.
When he spotted Carey, he took his arm off of the chick, came over, hugged
him, and gave him an open mouthed kiss on the lips. Undoubtedly, just to
shock his friends.
Laying on the bed now, Carey clicked his phone off, rolled over on his
back, and took a deep breath. What had his shrink said? In the end,
everything will be ok. If everything isn’t ok, it isn’t the end.
A month ago, he thought everything was going to be ok. After spending the
summer at home, he sat in the window at Brew-Ski’s with an iced coffee,
staring down at his phone. Staring at nothing, really. It sat flat on the
table as he watched the screen dim and then go black.
Suddenly, the screen was filled with a reflection. A face, a young
face. When he looked up, a boy was staring at him. A flicker of a memory.
“Hi,” the boy said.
“Hi,” Carey responded.
“Um…I know who you are.”
“I think I know who you are, too.” They just stared at each other
for a moment. “Wanna sit down?”
“Ok, sure.”
Carey looked him over. Dark brown hair, long and loosely curled, just off
his shoulders, covering his ears. A cute mess…sort of like…he shook
that memory away. Blue gray eyes, dimpled chin, thin, around 5’3.”
“It’s Jordy, right?”
“Ya.”
“I’m Carey.”
A brief nod.
“So, I guess you’re 14 now?”
Another nod.
“How’s hockey going?”
“I didn’t play this year.”
“How come?”
A shoulder shrug. “I’m thinkin’ about going back this year,
though.”
Nodding. “That would be a good thing.”
Another pregnant pause. Awkward.
They danced around the usual topics. Weather, where each of them was from,
what they’d done this summer.
“Well, I should be going,” Carey said as he stood up. Jordy stood
up too. They looked into each other’s eyes. Nothing was said. Jordy looking
up at Carey, long eyelashes, blueish gray eyes that just drunk you
in. Carey, staring down, his jaw set, eyes glistening. Sparks were flying.
“See ya around.”
***
“Yee Haw!”
Carey wasn’t sure what had drawn him to the rodeo.
The annual county rodeo, sort of an anomaly in an area that wasn’t really
all that rural and certainly wasn’t far enough west to be called cowboy
country.
He’d arranged to meet up with a couple of friends. They were already kicked
back in the bleachers, sipping beers on a perfect summer evening. The roar
of the crowd in the distance, Carey roamed past some of the booths that had
been set up near the grandstand.
“Meet and Greet the Rodeo Stars!” The sign said at one booth. A decent
sized crowd had gathered. Carey poked his head around people in front of
him to see what was going on. Three cowgirls, most likely barrel racers,
stood in the back of the booth, smiling broadly as they signed autographs.
The girls were all cute but one in particular grabbed his attention. Her
smile was magnetic, blue eyes twinkling, a button nose, dimples, features
all bordered by an oval shaped face. She wore a pearl colored cowboy hat
with a broad brim that covered her straight blonde hair. A paisley kerchief
was tied around her neck. Her rodeo shirt was a blue and green pinstripe on
some kind of shimmery satin fabric. With her make-up done perfectly, she
stood out almost like a high resolution photo. Petite, slender, probably
5’1″ or 5’2.”
“What’s your name, honey?” She asked a young girl thrusting a
program out to her.
“Can you just make it out to Jo-Jo?”
“Of course! To Jo-Jo. Have fun or go home, your friend, Ally!” She
said out loud as she signed the program. Several people laughed. Carey
chuckled, too.
“Jo-Jo!” A voice from nearby. Carey turned his head. Jordy had
appeared out of nowhere.
The two kids rushed at each other. Standing face-to-face and smiling
broadly, it appeared as though they were about to jump into each other’s
arms. But, they were probably the same age, and 14-year olds don’t do that
kind of thing.
The crowd’s attention went back to the cowgirls. But, Carey’s eyes were
riveted on the two kids. Jo-Jo was as cute as Jordy, but in different ways,
of course. Dark brown hair, parted in the middle, brown eyes, pale skin,
freckles on her nose, pink lips, wearing shorts and a tank. Jordy, his dark
hair still a mess, equally pale skin, those hypnotically blue-gray eyes,
wearing a t-shirt emblazoned with an NHL team’s logo. Carey’s stomach
flipped over.
In a trance, he followed them at a distance as they strolled around the
booths, quietly engaged in private conversation.
After they reached the last booth at the end of the row, they turned around
and retraced their steps. Toward the other end, two of the cowgirls, Ally
and another girl, casually leaned against a post. She beckoned Jordy and
Jo-Jo over.
“Jo-Jo, how ya doin’?” In a soft cowgirl kind of accent. That
smile. Carey tried to place it. He suddenly realized it was the way Brad
Pitt smiled. A mischievous twinkle in her eyes, as if saying, I’ve got
something on you.
“This is Kennedy,” she said referring to her friend. The other
girl, strikingly good looks, black cowboy hat, dark hair. She ignored Jordy
until Jo-Jo introduced him.
“Ya ok, hi,” Ally said somewhat dismissively. Her attention totally
on Jo-Jo, she continued to chat away.
“See ya,” Jordy said shortly thereafter, quick to understand he was
being ignored. He sauntered away toward the exit.
Walking quickly to catch up, Carey’s pace brought him alongside Jordy. He
put his hand on Jordy’s shoulder.
Turning his head in surprise, “Hey!” Jordy immediately brightened
up.
They bantered around a bit, Carey teasing him about Jo-Jo. Jordy giggled,
but as he did, his hip knocked against Carey’s. Just a touch, but it was
electric. Carey felt his dick stiffen. His mind raced way ahead of the
conversation. This was the very last thing he should be thinking about.
“Wanna ride?” Carey asked as they reached the parking lot.
“Sure.”
Jumping in the car, Jordy gave him directions to his house. On the way,
Carey impulsively pulled into a city park.
“Is this ok?” He looked at Jordy expectantly.
“Ya.”
They sat in silence.
“Do you miss him?”
“Ya. A lot.” Tears filled Jordy’s eyes.
“I’m so sorry.”
One tear snaked its way down Jordy’s cheek. Reaching over, Carey used his
thumb to wipe it away. Without a word, Jordy unbuckled his seat belt, slid
over, and nestled himself into Carey’s shoulder. They sat like that,
together, for some time. Carey’s heart raced.
Taking a finger, he lifted Jordy’s chin up. Their eyes met followed by
their lips. They kissed softly, then more urgently. Carey’s tongue pushed
his way into Jordy’s mouth. Their breathing quickened. Jordy’s hand came up
to Carey’s chest, holding him for a moment, and then pushing him away.
“Is this ok?” Carey asked as their lips separated, still close.
“I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know.” Clearly upset and
confused. He pulled back to his side of the car.
Wordlessly, Carey started the car. In a moment, they were in front of
Jordy’s house.
“Do you want my number?”
“Ok.” After tapping it into his phone, “Thanks for the ride,” he
mumbled. Without a look back, he got out of the car and quickly disappeared
into the house.
A deep feeling of melancholy overtook Carey. He drove home and went
directly to bed.
***
Quiet. Jordy’s mother was at her desk on her computer, his dad out of town
on business.
“Mom, I’ll be in the shop,” he called out.
“Ok.” Barely audible, distracted by her work.
Pushing a door open next to the kitchen, he entered his dad’s woodworking
shop. He methodically grabbed a carpet covered sawhorse and set it up in
front of a full length mirror attached to the wall. Reaching to the back of
a drawer, he pulled out a white plastic tube about 12 inches long, 1/2 inch
in diameter. Next, he grabbed a small bottle of vegetable oil from a shelf,
using a paper towel to generously coat the tube.
At this point, he normally got naked. Tonight was different; the need too
urgent. Jordy just dropped his shorts and underpants and kicked them
off. He left his jersey on. He didn’t even bother taking off his runners
and socks.
Bending over the sawhorse, his stiff cock rubbing against the rough carpet,
he spread his legs. Twisting around so he could see himself in the mirror,
he pushed the plastic tube steadily into his butthole.
At first, his mind was blank. It was only when he heard his own soft grunts
did his thoughts come slowly back into focus.
The first time had been at Mr. Applegate’s house. It had started innocently
enough after the old man had approached him after hockey practice. When he
invited him over to his house, Jordy shrugged. Ok, why not? Once there, he
asked him to take his shoes and socks off. The old guy just wanted to
massage his feet, he said. It was a little weird when he started kissing
them and sucking on his toes. It didn’t last that long. When he left,
Mr. Applegate gave him a Hershey bar and a $5 bill.
For no particular reason, boredom mostly, Jordy visited Mr. Applegate
several more times. Of course, feet and toes weren’t enough for the old
man. Eventually, Jordy got naked for him. He pulled back at first when
Mr. Applegate tried to touch him. Once the weirdness kind of went away,
that taboo fell, too.
He had never thought of his butt in a sexual way. It seemed dirty and
gross. So, he was a bit freaked out when Mr. Applegate asked him to lay
across his lap face down. Asked him because Mr. Applegate never demanded
and Jordy always complied. Pulling his butt cheeks apart, he stared down at
Jordy’s hole, his rheumy eyes glazed over. First a finger, then a pencil,
finally a thick plastic straw from a water bottle. The whole thing was
pretty creepy but at least it didn’t hurt much.
A few days later, Mr. Applegate had a stroke. Jordy heard the sirens from
his own house. When he got to Mr. Applegate’s house, EMT’s were hauling him
out on a stretcher. He decided to stop over a couple of days later. Finding
the front door open, he walked in. A man who identified himself as
Mr. Applegate’s son, was packing stuff into boxes. He wouldn’t be coming
back, his son told Jordy. Mr. Applegate would soon be taking up permanent
residence in a nursing home.
When he thought about it, Jordy chuckled at how warped it was. The butt
thing. Why did it make him hard, though? He discovered why when he invented
the little set up in his dad’s woodworking shop. The orgasms were powerful
and satisfying.
Just like tonight.
***
Her arm laid across her eyes. Another two weeks to go and the season would
be over. Then a short break and it would be onto arena season. Good
thing. She didn’t know if she could take much more of this stinkin’ hot
smelly trailer. It was usually better just to imagine herself being
somewhere else. Anywhere else.
Dropping her arm back to her side, Ally opened her eyes and stared at the
ceiling of the trailer. She lay there naked in a pool of sweat.
She couldn’t get that girl out of her mind. Jo-Jo. What a frickin’ cute
name to go with a frickin’ cute girl. Just the way she liked `em. Young,
never too young, slender, cute features. Not much goin’ on up front
yet. That was good. I bet her little brown nipples got as hard as under
ripe berries, Ally thought with a smile.
She didn’t talk like other girls her age with all of their um’s and ah’s
and making every phrase like a question, voice turned up at the
end. Naw. She talked direct, like she was confident. Her voice wasn’t girly
either. It was kinda low for someone her age, almost like some of those
chicks on the radio.
Ally had used up almost her entire list of flirts on Jo-Jo. Putting her
hand on her arm and on her back, layering the compliments on. She kept the
conversation light and funny. Ally was good at making people laugh. She
thought she would melt when Jo-Jo giggled. She took her cowboy hat off a
couple of times, pretending to fluff her hair up, before plopping it back
on to try to look more alluring.
Ally caught Jo-Jo staring a coupla times. Once, when she let her lips fall
open just a bit and ran her tongue across her front teeth. The other time,
she let her hands drop off of her hips and do a fast turn around her own
butt. Ally knew she had a cute butt and she used it to her advantage
whenever she could. Tight, tight jeans, no panties, except when she was
riding. And, she wasn’t riding tonight.
She had practically creamed in her pants when she found out Jo-Jo was just
14. What she wouldn’t give to take this girl’s cherry. The thought brought
her back to when she was that age. That put a damper on things. She frowned
to herself. Dark times. 22 years old and already jaded about life.
It wasn’t a total failure. At least they exchanged digits. A future hook-up
was possible. If not, there was Snap.
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she brought one hand up to pinch a
nipple. Letting her legs fall open, she brushed her fingers across her
shaved pubic bone to her vulva letting one finger lightly graze her clit. A
jolt of electricity went through her. She felt a “thunk” inside as her love
canal loosened up. Open for business.
Just then, the bathroom door banged open. Kennedy appeared. Naked, her
breasts glistening in the light from the bathroom, nipples impossibly
hard. That big black strap-on dick, menacing, almost the same color as her
hair.
“Turn over!” She said sharply.
Ally liked it when she talked like that. Kennedy pulled on her hip to turn
her. Up on her knees, head down, hands gripping the sheets. She squeezed
her eyes shut, ready for the assault.
***
August days rolled along and so did Carey. Literally. He rolled along Main
Street one day after meeting with his shrink. These sessions left him
feeling like he was walking a tightrope. Except the tightrope was 10 feet
wide so there was no fear of falling off. On one side of the fat tightrope
was depression; the other side was happiness. So, he was just there. In the
middle.
A memory flashed before his eyes when he passed the hockey arena. Still
painted that sickly color of pale green. Just as the memory was coming into
sharp focus, the phone on the seat next to him vibrated.
“Hey!”
Glancing down, he looked at the message. Who was that? He didn’t
recognize the number and there was no name.
“U just went by me.”
Carey looked to the left followed by a quick glance to the right. No
one. Looking in his rear view mirror, he saw a group of boys on the
sidewalk next to the arena. How did he miss that?
Pulling over, Carey was picking up his phone when there was a tap on the
window next to him.
It was Jordy. Standing next to the car, smiling with a little wave of his
hand.
Rolling the window down, “Jump in!”
Jordy ran around to the other side and got in.
“Wa-cha up to?”
“Just hangin’ with some friends.”
“That’s a good thing.” A pause. Carey was almost afraid to ask,
“Wanna hang with me?”
“Ok.” Still smiling. Damn! That was a cute smile!
Carey felt a stirring. He pulled away from the curb.
“I know a place,” he said spontaneously. That “place” just popped
into his head. He hadn’t thought of it in a long time.
“Sounds good!”
After a quick stop for a couple of cans of soda and some snacks, Carey
drove to a paved trail head surrounding one of the town’s many small
lakes. With Carey leading the way, they walked along the trail running
adjacent to the water. The path eventually wound away from the shoreline as
they entered a thick forested area.
It was still there. A small opening in the foliage revealed a hidden dirt
path. Brushing aside a low hanging tree branch, Carey entered the path with
Jordy just behind. The path curved downward through the trees for a couple
of hundred feet until it opened up onto a small sandy beach. Nothing had
changed, really. A thick fallen tree trunk, probably an oak, served as a
natural bench. A few empty beer cans, most smashed flat, poked out of the
sand.
Sitting on the ground, their backs against the tree, they sipped sodas and
nibbled on chips. Neither spoke for a long time. They just stared at the
empty lake.
“Your friends sometimes call you by a different name.”
Jordy blushed a bit and smirked, “Ya. Mink.”
“Why?”
“Cuz I got dark hair, I guess. And, it’s because they think I’m
sneaky fast with the puck.”
“I see.”
Looking down, “I think it’s kinda stupid.”
“No. I think it’s cute.”
Looking up into Carey’s eyes, “Really?”
“Mmmhmm.” It was quiet for a moment. “Hey, listen. I’m really sorry
about the other night.”
“That’s ok,” Jordy mumbled, looking down again.
“It was really out of line.”
Jordy chuckled and blushed, “I sorta freaked out.” Silence for
another minute. Then, “Are you gay?”
It was Carey’s turn to chuckle and blush, “I have no idea.” After a
pause, “I might be bi.”
“How does that work?”
“Well, I’ve been with girls and I’ve been with other guys.” Carey
stared at Jordy who was, in turn, staring at him, the sunlight making his
light colored eyes dance. “What about you?”
Jordy turned his head and looked out at the lake.
Taking a breath, “I had a boy crush.”
“Who was that?”
Jordy looked down sadly.
“Oh.” Carey stared out at the lake, too. “How about girls? Like
that one girl, Jo-Jo?”
“Ya. But, not her. She’s just a friend.”
“Well, the boy crush thing. Don’t read too much into that. Guys
just like to fool around sometimes.”
“Sometimes? Shit! It’s all I think about!”
“Fooling around with other guys?”
“And girls. Stuff just plays itself out over and over in my
mind. My dick is hard so much I’m afraid it might get permanently stuck
like that.”
Carey threw his head back and laughed.
Turning to face Jordy in a more serious tone. “Have you ever been
kissed?”
Blushing, “Not like the other night.”
“Was it ok?” Carey asked. Jordy blushed and looked down.
Softly, “Ya,” still looking down.
“Can I kiss you again?”
“Ya,” in a whisper.
Turning to face Jordy more directly, Carey brought both arms up to cup
Jordy’s face with his hands. Leaning in, he brought their lips
together. God! He tasted good! A combination of salty chips and soda mixed
with the sweetness of his saliva.
“Ouch!” Carey grabbed at his chest. He hadn’t realized that Jordy
had snaked his hand underneath his shirt. When he pinched his nipple, it
was way too hard. Pushing him away, then staring at him for a moment, he
tugged his shirt off.
Pulling Jordy’s fingers back to his nipple, he whispered, “Softer.”
Their lips and tongues resumed their dance. Jordy lightly pushed him over
onto his back. Kissing his way across Carey’s chest, his hand nudged its
way under the waistband of his shorts. A jolt went through Carey when Jordy
wrapped his fingers around his cock.
After a couple of strokes, Jordy pulled his mouth off of Carey’s,
Concentrating on undoing his belt, he opened Carey’s shorts and pulled them
down past his knees along with his underwear. Carey’s cock flipped out,
pink, raw, and very hard. In one quick move, Jordy opened his mouth and
sucked Carey’s cock in as far as it would go.
“Ouch! God damn it!” Another jolt of pain went coursing through
Carey.
Chuckling lustily, he pulled Jordy’s mouth off of him and looked him in the
eyes.
“No teeth!” he rasped. The kid was obviously inexperienced.
More slowly, Jordy sank his mouth down on top of Carey. He gasped quickly,
concentrating as hard as he could to keep from cumming.
When it was no longer possible to hold back, he orgasmed. They lay next to
each other to catch their breaths. Carey had blasted so much cum into
Jordy’s mouth, some of it had overflowed. The sides of his mouth were caked
with a drying crust of spunk. Giggling lightly, Carey licked the end of his
thumb, using it to wipe the stains from Jordy’s face.
Getting up on his knees, Carey pulled Jordy’s t-shirt off. He quickly
whipped his shorts and underwear off, too, leaving him wearing just high
tops and socks. The incongruity of being naked while wearing shoes. Looking
down at him, he looked so cute and impossibly sexy.
OMG, his cock! More brown than pink, thick, large. Much larger than one
would think for a smaller guy. Carey licked around the valley between the
head and shaft of his cock. Firm, smooth, almost rubbery. He smelled his
boy smell. That wonderful combination of sweat, balls, and butt. After the
tip of his tongue ran slowly around the head, he let Jordy’s cock sink into
his mouth. As the sucking went on, Jordy lifted his hips up, feet flat on
the sand. Carey clutched his butt cheeks.
When it was over, they lay curled into each other for the longest
time. Bliss. Eventually, they dragged themselves out of there.
***
A few days later, Carey pulled up in front of Jordy’s house. He was already
standing at the curb. Carey got out of his car, opened the trunk, and
watched as Jordy lofted his bag in.
His hand on the trunk lid, he turned to Jordy. “You’re sure you
want to do this?”
Jordy just nodded.
Winding their way through town, both of them faced forward. Silence.
When they arrived at the arena, Carey pulled past the building and parked
just down the block. After they got out of the car, Carey opened the
trunk. Jordy pulled his hockey bag out and dropped it on the ground. He
looked up at Carey. They hugged each other hard. Carey breathed in Jordy’s
smell. Laundry detergent, shampoo, soap, and just him. Making a memory.
Jordy picked up the bag and started walking toward the arena entrance.
“Mink!” One of the boys in a large group standing around in front
of the building had noticed him.
Three boys immediately peeled away and started running at full tilt toward
Jordy. When they reached him, Jordy was forced to drop his bag as all three
embraced him. Seeing what was happening, the rest of the boys came running,
too. They hugged him while they jumped up and down.
“Mink! Mink! Mink!” They yelled, followed by “Jordy! Jordy! Jordy!”
All in unison, their jumps timed to match the cheers.
Carey couldn’t even see Jordy. He had disappeared into the middle of the
group. With a smile, Carey turned away, got into his car and drove away.
***
As he walked up the steps of the library on a beautiful fall Saturday,
Carey could hear a distant roar of the crowd and the band playing at the
football stadium. It didn’t mean anything to him, though. His mind was
totally focused on researching the paper he needed to hand in on Monday.
Late in the afternoon, papers and books spread in front of him, he got a
text.
“We won!” It was from Dirk.
Carey looked at the screen with no expression.
“Do I get my treat?”
He picked up his phone and just looked at it. A moment of hesitation.
“Ya.”
“C U soon”
“Ok.”
Carey shrugged his shoulders as he closed the lid on his laptop.
Everything wasn’t ok and it wasn’t the end.
The End
