.... A SHY BOY'S STORY ....
Chapter Four (The Surprise)
Friday at work I was on edge, maybe even slightly nervous because this morning Jay was putting his undercover "Operation-Todd-plan" into play. With this plan he claims he'll be able to decipher Todd's true sexual preference. Jay's plan is a simple one on the surface... he'll approach Todd pretending to look for a job, and this is all the exposure Jay's so called "gaydar" will need to do its thing. Great plan, huh?... what could possibly go wrong? I'd run intoTodd first thing this morning and he was as friendly to me as ever with his arm around my shoulders, patting my chest telling me that I was "looking good, dude!". I leaned into him during his shoulder hug and when he felt me press against him, he hugged my shoulders a little bit tighter and added, "I wish I could take you with me, Elliot... I really do, you're something special". Then his beeper went off and after taking a quick look at it he said, "Later, buddy... don't work too hard" and he went off to take care of business. A minute later it hit me, "take me with him"? Where's he going? Before I could give that question the attention it deserved I ran into that tall string bean of a kid, Alex Cora... he was playing with himself in the employee's cafeteria. I worked-up my confidence and quietly excused myself to Alex, then asked him if he'd heard anything about Todd going some place, and Alex goes, "Do I look like the fucking bulletin board to you? Hey, you're the one should know before anyone else where Todd's going... and, by the way, how's his ass taste?" Alex made a face at me and then went back to playing pocket ball with himself. I was like, "What the...?", but I let it slide. Jeez, I ask a simple question and now I got that tall-drink-of-water playing the bully's role in my life. Shit, I hope he tries it again, I'll be ready for that wise-ass mouth of his next time and he just might wind-up being the first loser ever to be in a fight with me. That skinny punk don't think I'm the fighting kind, but he'll find out. I was pissed-off at his insulting rebuke of my very civil question. This is actually a new emotion for me, being pissed-off I mean. In the past I'd simply be relieved when a confrontation didn't necessitate a fight and now I'm planning on one. Jay's helped me gain confidence in myself, for sure ... but, I still got a long way to go.
Speaking of Jay, here he comes walking through the automatic doors right now. What the hell's he wearing? I'm sure he thinks he's chosen a very sensibly conservative outfit, like someone would wear on his way to a job interview. Oh man! He had a chocolate colored striped beanie on his head, pulled down covering his ears with just the ends of the long brown hairs on either side of his head showing. It made his face look real cute by the way. Damn, that cute nose of his. For a shirt Jay chose a Quiksilver off-white, orange-striped jumper top over a black silk T shirt, and for his pants selection this morning he had on long cargo-pocket pants that were a taupe color and quite a bit too big for him, dragging on the ground at the back and sagging to a disturbing degree around his waist showing two inches of his red boxer shorts. I could see just the very front of the sandals on his feet... they were highlighted, as usual, by his black painted toenails. This outfit, minus the sandals, might be more appropriate in the middle of winter, if it was ever going to be appropriate that is... ha ha ha, it's hot out today, in the high eighties. I laughed to myself because only Jay would think that outfit was conservative. To me, of course, he looked super bad, super cool. Actually, I got a funny feeling seeing him here where I work, kind of made my dick tighten-up a little. Maybe something was developing between Jay and me... oh hell, I know something has already developed between Jay and me, I'm just not sure exactly what that something is, yet. Watching him is fun though, he did an exaggerated look around, over-acting something terrible. I couldn't stop myself and began giggling like mad, but at the same time I had this urge to run over and hug him tightly. I realized right away how weird it was to think about hugging him because just a couple of weeks ago I'd be stiffening my body like a steel rod if anyone tried to hug me. Now I like it when Jay or Todd hugs me... actually I hug back, it feels good.
Oh my God!... Jay just wandered aimlessly up the stairs to the business offices... I've never even been up there. He's gawking all around like a nitwit, damn if I don't have this super close feeling for him, he looks so lost. Two minutes later I hear over the store's intercom system, "Todd White... please report to the human resource office". Fuck! I thought, "this is too funny!" I laughed out loud now. That god damn Jay is too much, he'll probably get my ass fired before he's done. Todd hurried by at the end of my aisle but he didn't notice me. He was heading up the same stairs Jay just went up, and fifteen seconds later he came right back down with Jay in tow, Jay talking non-stop, moving his hands while he talked like he was explaining something new and exciting to Todd. I laughed again... what a character. Todd had this half grin on his face as he pointed to a table containing a supply of job applications... the table was under a huge poster at the bottom of the steps. The poster explained the steps one should follow in applying for a job. Jay had to walk around it on his way upstairs in the first place. He was obviously saying stuff to Todd that was so outlandish Todd had to smile to keep from laughing out loud. When Todd pointed at the job application table Jay smacked his forehead with the palm of his hand and went into his dumb act, pretending he couldn't possibly understand what to do unless Todd helped him. I got the worse case of giggles and at the same time, looking at Jay and Todd together, I had a growing boner in my pants. Giggles and a boner, that's quite a combination alright. I'm giggling to myself and, at the same time, groping my ever hardening boner with both hands in my jeans playing pocket ball much like Alex Cora was doing earlier this morning. After a bit the giggling stopped and I was left with just playing with myself... now with a strong urge to jerk off. Seeing my two favorite boys and my two favorite sexual interest together got me hot and bothered. It stopped being funny and I had to walk away. Damn! What's wrong with me?
Earlier today, in the morning meeting, I'd been assigned aisle dusting duty which was an easy assignment. It consisted of pushing a wide cloth dust mop up and down each aisle, accumulating random debris. It was as close to "busy work" as there is at Stop and Shop... this morning it was the perfect assignment for me because it meant I could observe this drama of Jay, undercover gaydar-psychologist. Getting this unexpected boner however required that I push the mop up another aisle and stop looking at those two hot guys. Jay and Todd together made the cutest couple... and did it ever turn me on and, incongruously, made me a little jealous too. It didn't necessarily make any sense, but tell that to my dick and my heart. Next time I dared sneak a peek at those two, Jay was just leaving through the automatic front doors carrying a job application form and Todd was filling out time sheets leaning on the counter of an empty register line. Hmmmm? It'll be interesting hearing Jay's side of things tonight, but do I have the nerve to ask Todd about his side of it? No, I better not.
Continuing to push that flat mop up and down the aisles I was again fixated on the topic of Todd fucking me... this fantasy is firmly in my head. I was actually picturing him naked, his slim body totally hairless, his long bare legs with his long cock swinging between them, his perfect sac of nuts looking good enough to lick and suck. The picture in my head was of me on my knees, my arms around Todd's bare thighs, sucking Todd's balls and grabbing handfuls of his perfect ass and... and, then I ran right into Alex Cora who was carrying an armload of paper towels. The paper towel rolls went all over the two of us. "You midget ass wipe, Ellis! Watch where you're fucking going, dork!" Without saying a word, I swung my right arm around in an arch and my fist crunched right up into his solar plexus with a good hard punch. "Oooof!" he goes, doubling over and wrapping his arms around himself. In a calm voice I said, "Don't call me midget, OK?" Then I kicked a roll of paper towels out of my path while walking away, all the time continuing my dry moping as I went. My demeanor was calm, cool and collected, but my heart was pounding so hard in my chest I could hardly breathe. No matter, I wouldn't look back. I wanted him to think I wasn't the least bit worried he'd try to retaliate... and, thankfully he didn't.
Feeling sick to my stomach a few minutes later, I went into the lavatory and sat on a toilet seat in a stall till my heart stopped beating so fast and my stomach felt settled. I wasn't afraid of Alex, but I didn't want to lose my job, that was my real worry. It wasn't necessary for me to have sucker punched him of course, but so what, he disrespected me twice today by treating me like I was inferior to him, and I'm not... and, mostly, I didn't want to allow a trend to start where everyone treats me like I'm a loser. That's how that kind of thing starts up, you let someone disrespect you and it spreads like wildfire. Was my reaction to Alex's insulting comments more of Jay's influence I wondered... or maybe I'm just growing up finally, or more likely it's some of each. Taking a deep breath I left my toilet stall and went back to my dry mopping job. It wasn't long before I saw Alex carrying a bucket full of wet paper towels from whatever mess he had to clean up. He looked at me and said, "I'm sorry I was an ass back there, Elliot, but you didn't need to do that to me." No threats of revenge or threats he was going to "tell" Todd on me. I stopped, said... "I'm sorry too, Alex", nodded at him, and walked on my mopping way. I couldn't help but notice the tone of Alex's voice was more humble then challenging, and he kind of looked down when he said "you didn't need to do that to me". Interesting! Then, turning to dry mop up the next aisle I see Todd squatting down so low his ass is almost touching the floor. He was reaching way in the back of a bottom shelf retrieving something. I was just about to call out to him when his wallet popped out of his back pocket and plopped on the floor... the intercom music covered the quiet sound of the leather wallet landing on the tile floor. Todd's squat and reach was so severe it had forced the wallet out. My eyes got big as I bit my lip thinking to myself, "Tell him his wallet is on the floor, Elliot" but instead of doing that I stepped back so he wouldn't see me. What to do...?
Two shopping carts, both being pushed by women with toddlers in the front toddler-seat portion of the carts, wheeled out of Todd's aisle avoiding the wallet on the floor. After they were by me I peeked around the corner back down Todd's aisle and saw that it was empty of people now, but the wallet still lay where it had landed. I saw Todd carrying a broken box of whatever he'd been after so I hurried down the aisle to the wallet and picked it up. At dozen miscellaneous papers, credit cards, drivers license, etc had spilled out. 'How much of a snoop do I want to be', I asked myself. Then I thought of the correct answer to that... it was, ' Elliot, you're not like this... scoop it all up, don't snoop, scoop... and give it right back to Todd'. That was my plan until I saw what looked like a schoolboy's handwriting, it read "Love always, Josh". It was on the back of a flimsy small rectangle of cardboard that, when I turned it over, I saw was a photograph. One of those photos you take in a little booth at an arcade. A quick glance confirmed it was definitely a picture of a younger Todd with his arm around another young looking boy. With my heart pounding, I slid the picture into my back pocket, put everything else back in the wallet and left it on the floor where I'd found it. With my heart continuing it's fast beating ways, I kept watch from the end of the aisle to make sure no one except Todd picked-up the wallet. Less than two minutes later here comes Todd feeling his pockets while retracing his steps back to that problem shelf. He goes right for the wallet on the floor, picks it up as his beeper goes off and, looking at the number on the beeper, he slides the wallet back into the same pocket it had fallen out of. I took a deep breath and leaned against the shelving a minute until I felt composed enough to continue moping, but starting-up I wasn't paying attention and I almost bumped into a man carrying a shopping basket looking for bread crumbs. "That'll be aisle seven, sir" I told him, feeling a little sick to my stomach again... I'm not use to this much excitement! First the sucker punch to Alex, and now this act of deceit with the picture from Todd's wallet. What next.....?
It was difficult to resist staring at that picture, but I had to resist because I couldn't take a chance someone would see it. Where can I go to look at it safely? Then, out of nowhere, Bill calls out, "You, Elliot... you've been goofing off long enough, get over here". When I hustled up to him he says, "You're on parking lot duty until lunch. Get every cart this time and line them up where they belong." Great! I thought... and then said, "Sure thing, Bill. Right away." which took him by surprise because us boys usually frown at parking lot duty. Outside and around back where there were no windows I leaned up against the building and studied the picture. The two boys were sitting for the photo, Todd looked about fifteen but he was holding a chemistry lab book on his lap which indicated he had to be in eleventh or twelfth grade so he was probably seventeen years old at least. Josh looked like he could have been seventeen too, but just barely. He had the top of his head pushed over against Todd's ear and both boys were smiling so hard I could actually sense how happy they were to be right where they were, and with who they were with. If they had been kissing it wouldn't have been more obvious how much they liked each other.
It was a sweet picture although I didn't think Josh was particularly cute. Plain and youthfully innocent looking was a more accurate description. Well OK, he was kinda nice looking, he had the look of a real nice boy, that quality somehow coming through in his smile... like he was eager to please. Todd looked even cuter than he does now, and that's really saying something. I rubbed my crotch staring at the picture. Josh had the same haircut I have now, combed exactly like Jay combed mine. It was blond hair just like Todd told me it was the other day. I felt like such a shit for stealing this picture, but the two of them together there created such a magical photograph that somehow I couldn't stop staring at it. It finally gave me a bit of a headache trying to imagine what may have happened between them... what had happened that resulted in Josh being out of Todd's life now. Or, maybe he's still in Todd's life... no, something about the way Todd referred to his high school friend makes me believe something unfortunate happened to Josh. I couldn't stop staring at these two kids who were almost my age when the picture was taken. I wanted to be in the picture with them, I wanted to have Josh put his head next to mine and have Todd put his arm around my shoulders like in the picture.
Then I worried what Jay would think of me for taking this photo from Todd and that thought led me to try and think of a way I could get the picture back to Todd without him knowing I looked at it, or that I even know about it. It's seemed a deeply personal picture, and probably was one of Todd's treasures... I mean, it was a photograph from at least seven or eight years ago and he still carries it in his wallet. At least now I know that Todd was like me at one time... anyway the photo certainly implies strongly that he was gay with Josh back in High School. He probably still is gay but that doesn't mean he'll want to fuck me. Of course it doesn't mean he wouldn't want to do either. I need to talk to Jay.
The rest of my day went by very slowly which sucks, but today is Friday, last work day of the week. The weekend is here which means Jay and I will have plenty of time to analyze the new information we've both discovered. I can't wait to show this picture to him and learn what Jay thinks his gadar picked-up from Todd during that pretend job interview. But damnit, I was shaking a little because of how horrible I feel about taking this picture, it obviously means a lot to Todd or, like I said, why would he still be carrying it around after all this time? His boyfriend Josh... "Love always, Josh". Gee, I wonder if Jay and I qualify as boyfriends now? We've done sex together, oral sex. Jay calls us suck buddies... but more importantly he calls us friends too. I wonder if any boy will ever carry my picture in his wallet for years and years. Oh man, I'm so conflicted about this whole "picture" thing... I don't know what to think about next, or how to think about it. Twice more during the day I secluded myself away from prying eyes and studied that picture. Josh got cuter looking every time I looked at him, Todd and him together were the cutest couple imaginable. This was making me feel so sad, but why...
At the end of the day Todd scared me by taking me by surprise... my guilty conscience was in control, no doubt. He was merely hooking up with me before leaving for the weekend... he always made a point of say "enjoy your weekend, Elliot". I could hardly even look in his direction though, never mind look him in the eyes. I guiltily glanced at him for a second at a time. As usual he rubbed my head and squeezed the back of my neck and gave me the warmest smile while saying, "I hope everything goes great for you, Elliot! I hope you and your friend... Ray, is it?.. hope you guys have the best time together, ever. Do something fun, OK? And never take each other for granted, that's the best advise I can give you...well, that plus you need to work on getting over your shyness...er, I mean, your cold." He grinned and rubbed the hair on the back of my head. I began to feel more comfortable... less guilty and kind of special... you know, because Todd was paying me all this attention at the end of a work week! Still, I couldn't look him in the eyes for fear my eyes would get watery from thinking about the missing Josh. Todd was hesitating, like he didn't want to leave, and then he added, "Best friends are very important in everyone's life... but they're even more important in some of our lives, if you follow me, right?" I smiled back and quietly said, "Ah, I guess... I don't know. Oh, by the way, Todd... Ray's my brother. You said Ray was my friend... my friend is Jay. The names sound alike so maybe you were... I don't know..." Todd has the warmest smiles for me, he patted my back saying, "Oh yes, it's Jay... Jason, you told me, that's right. Sorry I mixed them up. You're lucky, a best friend and a brother. Good for you"... then he nodded his head at me and, with a sad expression on his face said, "Take care Elliot! I love your new haircut, did I tell you that?" I nodded my head that he had and he chuckled in a way that seemed sad somehow as he walked away. You don't suppose he's sad because he lost that picture, do ya? Maybe Jay and I can come up with a way to get it back into Todd's wallet without him knowing I took it. It upset me seeing Todd sad like that. Damn it!... life is tough sometimes. Why can't things go along all "nice" like once in a fucking while... huh?
At home I got a cell phone call from Jay saying, "Come over for dinner tonight, Elliot. We need to talk." It was fine with my Mom if I ate out, especially since Ray was already out for the evening. I'm guessing she'll be having cocktails with her girlfriends from the hospital twenty minutes after I leave. Dad won't be home until Saturday night, he's in Vermont right now. I cleaned up a little, taking special care with my hair, and went right over to Jay's. His Mom had cooked us fried chicken, creamy mashed potatoes, and corn on the cob. Nice! We drank ice tea and had a nice dinner without bringing Todd up even once. That's because Jay's mother never stopped talking long enough for Jay or me to get a word in, which was fine with us... that allowed us to concentrate on eating a great deal of that dinner, cole slaw too... I forgot to mention that. The more she talked the more Jay and I ate. Wow!, she cooks a great fried chicken dinner. We ate it all, sharing the last chicken leg by passing it back and forth as Jay's Mom shook her head at how silly we were acting.
After thanking her for dinner ten times Jay and I were up in his room finally ready to compare notes. He told me in no uncertain terms that his gaydar had strongly indicated that perhaps Todd is gay or bi, but on the other hand he could be straight. Believe it or not, Jay was serious when he said this. I laughed till tears ran down my face because he wasn't realizing how stupidly useless his conclusion was. He looked at me with his hands spread and this expression on his face of "What...?" until it dawned on him he hadn't found-out shit. We laughed with our arms around each other for a bit and then turned it into a hug from which I whispered, "You think we can do you-know-what again tonight" Jay took a husky breath and said, "I hope so. You kind of get me hot, Elliot... as a friend, I mean. You know what I mean, a gay friend. Ya know?" The sides of our faces were together for a little bit and it was very nice. Jay's face is so smooth, there's just something so extraordinarily sexy about him. I don't know what it is unless, like I guessed before, maybe it's the way he smells. It gets me so hard and that feels good, I know that much. Taking a big breath I said, "I got a surprise for you Jay" and I pulled out the picture.
Jay's eyes got big when he read the inscription, he mumbled, "That's a young Todd alright, and my guess is the other boy could be Josh. Hey, this could be a clue, Elliot." This time Jay was fooling around, making fun of himself about his first worthless conclusion about Todd. I said, "No shit! Ya think?" and we both laughed. He goes, "OK dude, the smoking gun. Now, all we need to do is get him to fuck you. Piece of cake, right? By the way, how the hell did you get this pic?" I told him and Jay goes, "Ohhhh, I must be a bad influence on you Elliot. The old Elliot would never be so sneaky... hey, didn't I tell you never to change? You were perfect just the way you were." I said, "No I wasn't. What can we do... you got any ideas how we can get this picture back in Todd's wallet without him knowing? And then, right after that, get him to fuck me." Jay was like, "These are not small matters my horny friend. I'm a genius at cutting hair, yes, this is true... but alas, I'm stunningly stupid at anything involving wallets or getting someone to fuck you." We were acting goofy because we had not a single idea how to accomplish either objective. Coming out of left field, without giving it a second thought, I mumbled, real quiet like, "You ever think you might want to do it to me? You know, rear-end me like I want Todd to do." I didn't know what to expect, but what I heard was a surprise. Jay got real serious telling me that I'd already become the best, best-friend in his life ever and how he didn't want that to ever change. Then he pumped me up about how cute and sexy I was and how lucky some boy is going to be.... It was all leading up to the fact that Jay was strictly a "bottom" where anal sex is concerned. He couldn't help me with this situation and it wasn't because I wasn't desirable enough or anything like that, he simply was incapable of doing "it" to me.
Jay was talking fast explaining, among other things, that he had very little experience with fucking to start with... two times total. "The thing is Elliot, if I could ever do it, I'd do it with you, but I can't. I have this wicked strong-controlling phobia about my ass, your ass, anybody's ass because, you know... that's where shit comes from. It's an anal weird thing, a subconscious thing" He looked so distraught about letting me down I kept shaking my head meaning, 'No, don't worry... it's alright'. He shrugged while adding, "I don't know if anyone else in the world is like me about that, but I can't even pretend that I'd be able to do it to you Elliot, and certainly I'd never do it to anyone else. Of the two times I was "done", one was very nice and I climaxed in a very hot way, but the other time was a disaster, it really hurt me. I was bleeding and other stuff I don't want to gross you out with. So, I know you've got this quest to get fucked and it hurts me that I can't do it for you, but I just can't... not even for you who I'd do just about anything else in the world for". I reached over and squeezed his hand saying, "It's OK, really. You are so wonderful to me, Jay... you're the best friend anyone could dream of having".
It was quite a revelation though, he couldn't fuck anyone. I'd never given a thought to the possibility that a person would have such an aversion to the asshole, but thinking about it some... well, like Jay says, that's where the shit does comes out, no argument there. Naturally I commiserated with Jay until I'd convinced him I totally understood his position and it doesn't change my feelings for him even a tiny bit, "You're definitely the best friend I ever had Jay... hands down, dude. I think you're so cool, I really do". I understand everyone has different hang-ups... I certainly have more than my share. My hang-ups do not include the asshole though, the fact that shit comes out of that hole doesn't bother me all that much. I mean, I'm not looking to smell, taste, or play with shit, but a clean or mostly clean asshole intrigues me. Jay's aversion though did do something for me ... it reinforced my determination to keep my asshole real clean in anticipation of some boy, some time, eventually, actually fucking me. I told that to Jay and then my obsession to have a boy fuck me began to worry me, so I said, "Seriously Jay, you know so much more than I do about this stuff, let me asked you something. Do you thing guys are sickos because they like getting fucked, or, in my case, because I want to get fucked?" Jay was rubbing his face with the palm of his hand like he was real tired... he mumbled that it wasn't me who was the odd one, it was more him being odd about it then me. I digested that comment while chewing my lip and hoping he was right because eighteen seemed to be too young to qualify as a pervert or a sicko.
This discussion had put a bit of a wet blanket on the evening and Jay must have sensed it so he says, "I'm sorry to let you down, Elliot. Let's do something different, something upbeat and wild! How about we have a hug in bed... that's really far out there dude, a crazy and wild over-the-top thing to do. Ya know, we'll just lay together for a while and chill and make each other feel better." Picking-up on his goofiness, I go, "OK... you want to do it with our shirts off? What could be wilder than that!" Actually, I was thinking about that time we hugged with bare chests and the feel of Jay's bare skin was awesome. Jay goes, "Oh my God, that's so sick! How about we do it naked... you brave enough for that? Here I'll turn the lights out too so we don't need to look at each others pee pees." He clicked the light switch off and then pulled the shade while I was undressing. He was doing those couple of things which meant I was undressed first and all of a sudden, bare ass naked, I began feeling self conscious so I scrambled under the covers. While waiting for Jay I smelled his pillow like I did that other time... same enticing smell, very much Jay's unique smell... I inhaled it for ten seconds and my dick began firming up. The thought then occurred to me that maybe laying naked with another boy might be as close to getting fucked as I'll experience for months, or even years... who knows. But even so, if Jay had suggested getting naked in bed together even a week ago I can't see myself doing it. There's no question that I was really loosening up as a result of my exposure to Jay. I felt I could say or do almost anything with him by now, getting naked with him was a doable thing tonight, although just barely. Jay's influence was primarily the reason I could do it, but actually I was kind of proud of myself for adapting so quickly too.
We got under the covers, two bare-ass naked boys, and sure, I was a little uncomfortable at first, but Jay's body is so excellent I got over my uncomfortable feelings fast. We're both slim but Jay also has tight muscles, and the contrast of his smooth, hairless, taut, soft skin with the almost hard muscles just under that skin turned my stiffy into a full-blown boner. I like to run my fingers through that soft silky hair of his too, even the one inch long hairs on Jay's head are so nice to rub. Jay has a nice round head too. It all felt so new to me, being naked with another boy, but oh so hot. I found myself not only getting hard as a steel pipe, but having trouble breathing regularly as well. I was puffing air as if I'd just run a hundred yard dash. Jay had his arms around me just as I had mine around him, but he was under more control then me. I'm guessing that this isn't the first time he's lay naked with another boy. We were laying on our sides facing each other, breathing right into one another's face. Jay has real nice breath, he's a pretty clean kid. Our noses touched and it was quite exciting for me. I liked it a lot. Our penises touching I also liked a lot, mine was so hard it was ridiculous, and Jay's was getting there pretty quickly too. Obviously my boner rubbing with Jay's boner felt exotic to me, such a real-life gay thing to feel. I found myself hugging him tighter because, like I said, it's all so new and wonderful to me I wanted to experience all of it at once. Jay took his time with everything and lazily played with my hair just as I was enjoying the smell and the feel of his. Truth is, everything Jay does to me feels good and I looked forward with happy anticipation to every new sensation he comes up with. It made me smile to myself at how much I liked all the things Jay and I did together... and that made it easier to ignore the one thing we can't do together.
The two of us were kind of squirming against one another, getting into the best position of maximum bodily contact. Jay rubbed his nose against mine which was different, but nice too... and then Jay whispers in my ear, "I'm going to kiss you, Elliot.. try to stay calm." I started to say, "Please don't, I'm not ready for that" but I only got out, "Pla..." and Jay kissed my lips. It was OK, it didn't make me want to throw up or anything... it's just that I never thought I was suppose to like kissing with another boy. I don't even know for sure why I felt that way, it was ingrained in my head somehow I guess. Jay's second kiss was a wet one and that had me breathing hard again and revisiting what my objections to boy-on-boy kissing had been exactly. The fact that it was Jay of course had a lot to do with me liking it, but it was quickly obvious to me what a hot sexy thing it is to do. Jay nuzzled the side of my face going, "Mmmmm, you are so perfect, Elliot. Were my kisses alright?" I nodded my head "yes" and he returned to my lips with another wet kiss, his tongue was involved this time as well as his lips, his tongue went up under my lip and made me moan, taking me by surprise. I opened my mouth then and Jay's tongue went right into my mouth. Oh my God this was the best... this was almost hotter then oral sex. I tried to kiss back like he did it... Jay would repeat his kiss and I'd try to duplicate it. We did that many times, without speaking a word, and that's how Jay taught me to kiss with another boy.
It wasn't long before I was making little mewing sounds because I was so aroused, so turned on. Jay did things that I thought might result in him swallowing my entire mouth, he also did lots of sucking on my lips, one at a time, and then sucking my tongue. Both our cocks were leaking by this time and my head... the one on my shoulders... felt loose on my neck, rolling around freely trying to touch more of Jay's face. We were wet with saliva from our foreheads to our chins, and I still wanted more of him. Making out was more arousing then I would ever have believed. Jay was a very good kisser, I don't see how anyone could be better. Maybe the best thing out of all the great things about making out with Jay was that we both obviously loved kissing the other so much. A mutual admiration kissing society of two. Our hands never stopped caressing each others body even as our lips and tongue remained in constant motion. This was no little make out, it lasted at least fifteen minutes, maybe more. It got hot under the covers and we both worked up a good sweat which added to the thrill. I was positive I was going to cum a few times, but it was Jay who climaxed first. I didn't expect it from him, Jay just all of a sudden stopped kissing, got his hand behind my head to hold our faces together... his body was taut, his other arm around me holding me against him as he humped his hips a couple of quick times making a squeaking almost crying sound like he was in pain, and then he let out, "AHhhhhhh" as his cum spurting up between our bodies. Then more creamy cum shot between us and we were slippery against one another as Jay continued thrusting his groin into mine, harder now with a more urgent feel to it like he was desperate for the climax to continue.
All through his climax I held onto him for dear life, this experience was another first for me, having a boy cum on me, I mean. Cum on my body to be specific because way back in the old days Charlie had regularly shot cum in my face, but not on my belly or chest with us laying together like Jay and me were. To say this experience with Jay was hot is a huge understatement, it left me weak and needy for more of him. Neither Jay nor I had spoken a word during the entire fifteen minute make-out, just sounds of arousal and pleasure. I truly loved all of it except the case of blue balls I now had... that's a distressing feeling so reaching between our bodies, I started stroking myself off. After three strokes, Jay, totally out of breath mumbled, "Let me do that for you, Elliot" and he slowly moved down under the covers doing little licks on my nipples, then kisses on my belly, then licking his own cum off my belly button where it had shot up from his great hard cock, and then sucking on my boner... he sucked the head of my leaking boner into that mouth of his, the very mouth that I'd been making out with a minute ago. Playing with his hair from the second he went under the covers, I groaned and moaned at the erotic sensations Jay's tongue were creating on my body. When my cock finally went into his mouth I made a high pitch squealing sound like I've never heard me or anyone else make before. It felt other-worldly good... like something I couldn't have imagined in a fantasy. It was the build-up probably, all the making out and Jay's hot spunky climax and now him sucking me off... truly a sensational feeling in my balls, my belly, my legs and my boner. Jay needed only about a minute to get me to blow a nice load of cum into his mouth, and some of my load made it out on his sheets too as I was thrashing around so much my dick pulled out... out between his lips which he had covering his teeth. What a climax I had, rivers of erotic sensations shooting down my legs and up my belly, then after recovering my breath a couple of minutes later I muttered weakly, "OK, I'll do anything you ask, just let me live this past twenty minutes over again! It was so awesome! I had no idea Jay! None!" Jay was back up from under the covers and I could sense how much he liked being able to do that for me. He just rubbed his face against mine and panted like he was over-heated, maybe he was... I know I was.
For once Jay was speechless, so to lighten up the mood, I added, "All this, Jay... and we didn't even need to smoke weed this time" Jay took a deep breath, leaned in to me so his lips were on my ear and whispered to me, "Elliot, I got bad news. I think I'm falling for you... I know I shouldn't, but I think I am anyway." I said, "NO! Don't do that Jay, I need you as my friend. School hasn't even started yet" He kissed me then, this time a long kiss that made me think that maybe this is what a romantic kiss is like... there was some cum exchanged from his mouth to mine in the process. I couldn't breath now myself as I hugged his body to mine as if we were fighting. All my buttons had been pushed, my balls moved, and my eyes watered, and I was aroused still and wanted Jay to do something sexy to me again already, I wanted it soooo badly. I frantically rubbed my nose back and forth on his face and inhaled my favorite smell ever, Jay's natural smell. Truly, within a few minutes of our second make-out I thought I was going to pass-out from being over stimulated. OK, maybe I'm falling for him a little bit too, but we need to be friends first! Jay was squirming against me and running his fingers over my head, through my hair and licking my face until we both slowly ran out of gas and lay together with banging hearts and deep, deep breaths. Maybe two minutes of silence, laying together like that until Jay mutters, "OK, maybe you're right, friendship first... let's forget about this shit, who needs it". I said, "Thank God, you've finally come to your senses" and we goofed around like that for awhile, never letting go of each other. But, we actually were satisfied for the moment... sex-wise I mean. Later, after putting our clothes back on and sharing a Snapple, Jay goes, "Ya know what... I gotta take a shower, Elliot. I'll be quick." When he was done he held his arm out toward the shower as an invitation for me to take one too, which I did. All through my shower I thought how nice it would have been to be in here under this cascading water with Jay. Next time maybe.
Jay threw me a pair of his underpants as I was drying off after the shower. It was nice I didn't have to put my used ones back on my clean body, and no, he didn't throw the silk girlie panties my way although Jay held a pair of those up and said, "Could we sometime, Elliot? OK?" It was definitely a question, the way he said it, ya know. And, since I was definitely in the mood to do anything Jay wanted at the moment, I nodded OK, and said, "Just for you dude, next time I'll wear the silk panties while you blow me. The sacrifices I must make to keep you happy, Jay" I said it all in a joking manner... he just smirk at me in a humorous way as if to say, "I got you so hooked on me, you'll do whatever I say, won't ya boy". The both of us were feeling really good as we joked around, we were trying to pretend this stuff wasn't all that serious.
Both of us sexually satisfied, wicked clean and happy, and it was still only nine-thirty so we decided to walk over to Todd's apartment complex and snoop around. On the way we embellished our cum climaxes and tried to outdo each other as to who had gotten who "off" hotter as a result of our sexiness. We bumped against one another all the way to Todd's and any number of times I wanted to hug Jay and feel his lips on my lips again. I wanted to put my nose in the crook of his neck and smell him with a long inhale. Truth is, I was so fucking hooked on Jay it was pathetic. Maybe he was hooked on me too, like he said, but you couldn't prove it by what we said to each other. No sweet talking, more like friendly insults and jokes. We were both in totally unknown territory is how I saw it, although I didn't voice that opinion. I deferred to Jay's vastly superior knowledge of matters involving gay hearts and minds to eventually get us out of this mess... this mess we'd gotten ourselves into, and I'm not talking about Todd's wallet either. I'm talking about how we both might be hooked on the other, how we both may have fallen for the other, or to put it another way... what the fuck are we going to do if we've fallen in love with each other? You know, that small matter called "love"?
There were no lights on at Todd's so we brazenly walked right up to the front door and tried turing his doorknob, it was locked... duh! and then we looked in through the door's mail slot, how stupid we were. There are many reasons the lights might be off in a home, and yet the person could still be home. What if Todd was watching TV in the dark, heard the knob rattle, came to the door and opened it to find the two of us numbnuts standing there with our dicks in our hands... me, who Todd treats so well, standing there with the kid who just today applied for a job with Todd. Jay and I discussed our stupidity on the way home, turning it into a joke with ridiculous conclusions of what might have happened had Todd actually opened the door or peeked out the mail slot as we were peeking in. We got to laughing like the morons we were for going up to the door in the first place. After calming down and silently crossing the highway to get near our neighborhood, Jay put his arm around my neck like a buddy might do. I'm only three inches shorter than Jay, but walking together it seems like more than that. His arm comfortably fit across my shoulder and around my neck at the crook of his elbow. I took a deep breath because it felt good to feel his body against my side as we walked along and I loved his bare arm around my neck. For a few seconds I gave some thought to holding his hand as it hung there on my chest. My face got red from just thinking about doing that. Then I thought about putting my arm around his waist and while I contemplating that Jay stopped, pulled my face toward his with his free hand and, as I started to say "Wha...?" his lips grazed mine and I stopped too, staring at his face. I could easily see him in the moonlight, his eyes looked scared as he methodically pulled my chin toward him and his lips closed completely on mine... we kissed a deep slow kiss with little whiny sounds coming from our throats. In ten seconds my cock was as hard as it can get, it rubbed against Jay's hard boner, our hips gently thrusting against one another. I felt like crying it was so intense, like we wanted to crawl inside each other's body.
Standing there, under a tree on the sidewalk of the street Jay lives on, the kisses lasted only a short while... we were too exposed here. Jay dragged his lips across my cheek and held the side of his face next to mine breathing deeply, then in a hushed voice he quietly said, "This is crazy, Elliot. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing. There's something about you I can't get enough of... maybe it's a lot of things that I can't get enough of and maybe I just never felt like this before, so I'm lost. It hurts, I think... oh shit! I don't know what I'm talking about" and without me saying a word to that, still standing almost under a street light, we went back to our make-out, hotter then ever. Jay's mouth seemed so perfect to me, so desirable, his spit, his tongue, his fabulous lips, and the over-riding smell of it all... Jay was sexily yummy to me beyond anything I ever imagined. It wasn't long before Jay made those sounds like he was in pain, then the desperate humping against me in a dry-dock fucking way, and finally one last big hump that he held up against me as he climaxed in his pants, groaning and panting, and a lot of squirming against me. I had the blue balls problem again, I simply couldn't spontaneously cum in my pants... not yet I couldn't. We held onto each other trying to recover from the incredible stimulation, the sexual high of a lifetime it seemed to me.
Then, with Jay's arm still around my neck we slowly walked the block to his house without talking. Back in Jay's bedroom, without discussing it, he helped me pull down my pants and I stepped into the silk panties he handed me... the same ones he'd cum in last time we used them. They hadn't even been washed. I'd agree to do the panties "next time"... but, of course I didn't realize next time would be an hour and a half after I made the promise. Please don't get me wrong though, I didn't mind at all and the cum-dried panties were surprisingly sexy. I would have put them on my head if Jay wanted me to. Jay, by the way, was just about hyperventilating seeing me in the panties again. He carefully caressed my cock and balls through the thin material with one hand and he groped himself with the other. If he cums again I'm calling the Guiness World Records people. He was on his knees, me standing in front of him with my legs slightly spread and both my hands playing with that soft silky hair of his. He caressed my nuts through the panties, the panty scratched me some as they were sort of crusty with Jay's dried cum. Jay caressed my boner now and keeping clear of my asshole squeezed my buttocks until I was ready to scream from needing to cum. When I felt I just had to climax and was ready to jerk myself off Jay casually pulled the waistband of the panties down to hook under my nuts and sucked my bare cock in an excellent manner for about thirty seconds at which time I squealed his name out and shot a small stream of cum-light directly into his mouth. It felt like I maybe shot a couple more spurts but they may just have been phantom ones, if there is such a thing. I'd cum a ton earlier so my nuts were scrambling to catch-up for this latest climax... that's OK, it felt mighty fine.
Jay and I talked a little bit after cleaning ourselves up. He changed his underpants, but I couldn't talk him into putting on the girlie panties, "Oh my God, Elliot" he said, "I think I'm finally satisfied... for the moment, I mean" and we chuckled because we knew we'd been pretty wild tonight and as hard as it might be for us to imagine, soon we'd be ready for more. Only problem with that is that Jay isn't going to be around for a few days. He and his Mom are leaving early tomorrow morning to make the seven hour drive to Wildwood, New Jersey. That's the great summer resort area on the Atlantic Ocean that they'd be spending a short vacation at. It was also where his Mom's sister and her family lived. Jay's cousins were both girls, but he said he gets along with girls fine. The cousins know he's gay and no problems with that. Jay had only been to Wildwood once before, but he remembers the place rocking, especially the boardwalk at night. I was invited to join them but my job at Stop and Shop wouldn't allow it. Jay and his Mom will be away for just the three nights anyway, and frankly that's a lot of driving down and back for a three day vacation so I wasn't too disappointed I had to miss it. I'll miss Jay for real though. Another thing, the day after he gets back is our first day as seniors at Framingham high School so that's cool too... and ya know, this year I'll have someone to walk to school with. Maybe we'll even be in the same homeroom, wouldn't that be cool. I know we'll have some classes together because we're both in the Academic program.
Jay was maybe a touch dramatic when I left for home that night, but as soon as I walked out of his house I felt dramatic myself with the realization sinking in that I wouldn't be seeing him for three days. I wanted to go back in and let Jay be dramatic all over me if he wanted. He's come to mean so much to me now and we've only known each other a month or so... how are we going to feel about each other in two months, I wonder. I'd managed to get by in life without having a friend till now, and I've certainly managed without a sex buddy till now too, but after I've experienced having both, I can't imagine surviving without either of them.
In bed that night I felt emotionally drained just from reliving in my head Jay's and my sexy night, it had me truly amazed it even happened. Before leaving for my house earlier, Jay had held my face between his hands and assured me his number one priority is that we maintain our best friend status no matter what. He assured me everything will be OK, that we hadn't gone too far with anything... we're fine and all that, and when I started to say, "But I think I lov..." he jumped in and goes, "No no no, shhhh... we're best gay buddies and number one best friends. That's what we are". Then he gave me a last kiss which I was hoping wouldn't be the last. Hmmmm? I'll depend on Jay to know what he's doing though, I have no choice in the matter since I sure as hell don't know what we're doing.
By the time I woke up at eleven o'clock Saturday morning, Jay and his Mom had been on the road for three hours. For the first time in over a month I had nothing to do today. Without Jay to hook-up with it's back to how it use to be everyday for me. I lay in bed thinking about that for awhile... reminding myself to never take Jay for granted.... that's was Todd's advise too. When I finally got up and was finished my morning bathroom ritual I lazily sauntered into the kitchen to get something to drink. Ray was finishing his lunch. Remembering how Ray has been nice to me recently I dared to joke with him by saying, "You eat grilled cheese sandwiches for breakfast, Raymond?" He actually chuckled and said, "Yeah, what a dick I am eating lunch at twelve-thirty in the afternoon." I chuckled too as I got a carton of orange juice from the frig.
Ray was gazing at me funny like and said, "You're really looking good lately, Elliot... damn! Good for you, dude." It's so unusual for him to say nice things to me, and this must be about the tenth nice thing he's said to me in a row recently, it really had me puzzled... this is very new behavior. I tried to be cool, giving him a noncommittal smirk because I never know when he might turn on me again. I thought about all the fights we'd had with each other... although two years younger, Ray's at least three inches taller and twenty pounds heavier than me. No wonder I never won a fight with him. Then, amazingly, he actually asked how I was doing... he never cared how I was doing before. We have our own bedrooms now so maybe he misses me a little... hard to believe that's what this is all about though. On his way out the door he actually ruffled my hair like he did when I was in bed a few mornings ago, then he stopped, thought about something for a second and said, "Ya know Elliot, one of my new buds, Kevin Turner... he's one really cool, wild dude. He and I did some weed last night and he told me some more details about this thing he's been talking to me about lately. It's about him and his little brother doing this thing together once in a while. Kevin's trying to get you and me to join them one of these times, but if we do you'll need to be the little brother. You know, cause you're smaller than me, and anyway I've sorta always treated you like my little bro anyway, right Elliot? What do ya think, can you be my little bro with this too?" He was grinning and making it sort of a fun-sounding thing. I was quite flattered that Ray wanted to do something with me, so immediately I said, "you got it Raymond, I'm the little brother." He told me again, like he was making a big exception just for me, that it was Ok for me to call him Ray if I wanted to. I was just getting use to calling him Raymond by now, but I smiled and nodded my head and said, "Thanks, Ray" and he actually squeezed my nose like you might do to a seven year old as he said, "You'll be perfect for my little bro". And then he was out the door. I'm thinking, "What the...? Two-on-two basketball maybe, but you don't need little brothers for that." Whatever the fuck, it's just nice Ray and I are finally getting along... it's got to be we're both growing-up finally.
I watched him through the window as he got in that fat kid's shit-box car. And, no shit, I gotta admit, Ray mussy my hair and pinching my nose like that... damn if I didn't start getting a stiffy cause he's kinda hot, ya know. I'm gay and so it's not unusual I recognize that he's a cute kid, brother or not... so, a stiffy shouldn't surprise me. He's really been looking hot to me lately... it's weird, but the more gay exposure I'm experiencing with Jay the more I seem to be noticing Ray, especially since he has that neater look he's been showing off recently. It's mostly his change from that outlaw looking wild mane of a hairdo he use to have to the new short haircut, but also, the guys in his new posse seem to dress better then Ray use to, and Ray is following their lead. I leaned back in my chair dreamy-like, thinking... "It's all good lately, my life I mean. This is the way real life should be". A few minutes later I realized I was bored. Being with Jay so much of the time recently has spoiled me.
Tried the TV for the first time in awhile but nothing interesting was on during the day. The Red Sox weren't on until tonight. I spent a nice hour surfing the "net" and then another hour doing "youtube" music videos. Sometimes the quality isn't very good, but it's free and you can try out tons of new songs! Even this got boring after awhile. Mom was cleaning the house on her day off so I thought I'd better get the hell out of there before she puts me to work. To kill some time, I did a leisurely walk to Todd's apartment complex again and then walked all around the outskirts of it looking for that BMW from the other night. On my way back I saw Todd. He was washing a late model Volkwagen Beetle. That must means the BMW belongs to his swisher friend which makes sense since he's the one who drove when they left that night... wonder where they went? I pulled out the picture of Todd and Josh. In the sunlight Josh looked better, it wasn't a very good quality picture in the first place so maybe he's cute in real life. Hidden behind a number of shrubs, wondering if Todd ever fucked Josh, I watched him washing his car until he finished. When he went inside I walked home and lay on my bed pissed at myself for being a stalker, and pissed because I stole a prized possession from someone I basically adore, if that word isn't too gay to use. Funny thing... Jay had me feeling so sexually fine all of twenty hours ago that I still didn't even feel the need for jerking off.
After dinner I watched the baseball game and I actually entertained the though that Ray might ask me to do something with him tonight... my brother and me getting along! Awesome. He didn't ask me though, he went to the Mall with his posse and they're too young for me to hang with. The difference between sixteen year old boys and eighteen year old boys, in reality, is about ten years. Then I laughed at myself because age difference or not, I'll be the little brother in whatever game Kevin and his little brother were playing... not that I'm thinking about not going along with Ray. Oh, I'm going with him alright... because life around here is much nicer with Ray and me are being buddies as well as brothers. I'd like to be closer to Ray anyway, fuck! we'll be brothers our whole life. Can't help but wonder what it is that Kevin and his bro do together that Ray and I could join in doing with them. Probably something to do with booze or pot because Ray refers to Kevin and him sneaking that shit on a regular basis.
Sunday I got up late again and moped around in my room, missing Jay. I still didn't have a strong urge to jerk off, mostly because jerking off now didn't seem nearly as hot as it use to, doing something with Jay is what sounded hot. Oh my god, making-out with him Friday night was so good to think about I finally did get a boner thinking about it. Then I thought about me fucking Jay. He couldn't fuck me because of his asshole phobia, but he's already been fucked twice, one good experience and one bad. I'd do him so nice it would be a good experience, that's if I knew what was involved in "doing him nice". It looks fairly straight forward in the videos, but I know that nothing is straight forward when you get right down to it... there are always little things you need to know that only come with experience. That brought me right back to thinking about Todd fucking me and all together it was enough to finally get me horny and hard and I did a slow, great jerk-off, but without the vegetables this time. At climax I'm like... WOW! That was good. Then I lay on top of my bed and thought, yeah... that was good, but how about compared to Jay sucking me off through girlie panties, or me making Jay cum in his pants from just kissing in our make-out, and stuff like that! Now, that's hot baby, not just good... Oh shit, I guess I'm missing Jay a lot more than I want to admit so for something to get my mind off him I went outside and walked around. Finally I wandered toward Super Stop and Shop which is opened every day except Christmas. I'll buy some fruit, that's what I feel like, some fresh grapes or a crisp apple. At last, something to do. Inside the store it was wicked busy. I'm thinking, 'on a Sunday?' but there sure were lots of people here. I spotted a number of the kids I work with during the week who were also on duty today. I'd start working some weekends myself after the school year begins, in other words, as soon as next Saturday.
Just for the hell of it I wandered around like a regular shopper, I had one of those baskets you carry, not push like a shopping cart. Eventually I did pick out some fruit, I love fruit... and then I got a quart of butter pecan ice cream, my favorite, and then I stood in the twelve-items-or-less check out line. Bean-pole Alex, who I'd sucker punched a couple days ago, was bagging groceries and a kid I didn't know was running the cash register. When Alex saw me he looked away, but when he began bagging my stuff he said, "Hi, Elliot. Do you want the ice cream separate?" I nodded that I did and said, "How's it going, Alex?" He said, "Good, good... it's good, Elliot" as I walked away with my stuff I thought, 'Finally, I get a little respect, a little fair treatment from somebody. All I had to do was beat him up a little, hmmmm damn, that sucks' But, ya know, I had this closer feeling for Alex now, like we could be friends. I'm going to ask him to eat lunch with me Monday, apologize again, kinda.... and then I saw it!
How did I miss it Friday? A big notice on the bulletin board... "CONGRATULATION TO TODD WHITE ON HIS PROMOTION----- WE'LL MISS YOU TODD!!!" In smaller print were the details of the transfer. The last time I talked to him was Friday and I remember Todd saying, "I wish I could take you with me, Elliot, cause you're really something"...oh no, my eyes filled up. I'd wondered what he meant then, but I never asked, too fucking shy, ya know? Turning away I hurried out of the store. Todd got promoted and transferred to New Hampshire's largest Super Stop and Shop. He'll be the main supervisory for the entire part-time and temporary help department. That meant they'll be someone reporting to Todd that does what he's been doing here for so long. His last day was last Friday. Why didn't he say something to me? He knows I'm shy and that I wouldn't ask him anything that seemed like prying. Did he think I saw the big notice and didn't care enough to say something to him? Then I recalled more of what he said, he was giving me advise and in retrospect it was obvious from the things he said he didn't expect to see me ever again and he wished me well in my life. This is horrible, Todd's leaving... actually, he's already left, and I didn't know. What an idiot I am, I should have checked the bulletin board like they tell us to do after each morning meeting. Fuck!!! But, why didn't he say anything to me, why? And I still have his picture from his wallet... the one of him and Josh. And he never fucked me. My quest is bust!
to be continued.... Chapter Five (The End)
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