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THE ELM STREET QUEERS
Introduction
One of the poetic devices used in epic poetry is called en media res. To translate the Latin literal "in the middle of things". That is where the Iliad and the Odyssey both start - right in the middle of what is going on. That is where this story will start as well, because we are right in the middle of things here. I am finishing college and moving to a much larger city - Washington, DC. I have a job and will be, finally, after these 22 years, my own person. On my own, but not really. There is always Robert. There will always be Robert if I am lucky. There was not always Robert either, but we really have been together for what seems like a lifetime. To catch you up to speed. My name is Rick. I am 6'2 and weigh about 185. Some days I eat a lot, and the figures go up a pound or two. Anyway. I have blonde hair and blue eyes which I sometimes change to green with contact lenses. I get bored with the color of my eyes. I am in pretty good shape physically. I do not have acne scares or anything really gross. My stomach is not a six-pack nor do I have bulging biceps. Robert, he is and has been my boyfriend since I was sixteen, has the six-pack and the biceps and all the rest that goes with it. He is almost six feet and weighs about 180. I appear to tower over him because he has a sort of football build. I guess that is what you would call it. He is just sturdy. The strange thing is that he still calls me "little man", and I have to look down on him. I do not mind him calling me "little man". I think that it is sweet. You should see the look on other people's faces when he calls me that though.
Okay, so now you know about Robert and me. Well, Robert did not go to college. He finished high school while I went ahead and got my basic course at the community college. Then when he finished his senior year we moved so that I could finish my last two years at the university. We rented an apartment. This one where we are still trying to overcome the roaches every fall. I think we are like a hotel on the Roach Way from New York to Florida. The only time you do not see a roach in this apartment is when it is summer time and hot or dead of winter and it is freezing or when you call an exterminator. The landlord is convinced that we are lying about the roaches. One night Robert called me into the backroom, which is like a storage/guest room. One of our guests had left a bag of Tostitos on the floor. There were about 10 or 15 cockroaches with a mariachi band having a party. That is what Robert said he found. He said that they were all speaking Spanish and doing the La Cucaracha. He has a wild imagination. But I do think that I saw one of them in a sombrero. Robert is a lot braver about wild animals than I am. He just went and got a can of bug spray and went after them. I am sorry. I just cannot do it. I cannot even kill a cockroach. Robert is the macho man when it comes to bugs, spiders and other vermin. OMG we once had a mouse that was so cute neither one of us could kill it. Big bad old Robert could not kill a mouse. I heckled him for days. Then he is the one that cannot stand the sight of blood. Faint. Does not even faze me. So, I guess we are pretty compatible.
After we got settled into our apartment, we found jobs. My folks said that they would pay for me to go to college but that we would have to pay for everything else. Robert had some money from his graduation, and I had saved some from doing odd jobs around town. We had enough to rent the apartment, get Salvation Army Store furniture and stock the cupboards with food. The first job I found was - you guessed it - McDonalds. Actually, I did it for about four weeks and then they fired me for insubordination to a manager - The kid was 18 and cocky and he did have acne - I told him off for picking on one of the younger kids working there. He actually called the kid a faggot and that is when I went ballistic. Talk about pride. Then this manager kid who is fat and, did I mention, has acne, gets in my face and starts calling me a faggot. That did it. I told him that I was a faggot and that I was damned proud of it when it came from any other source that his sewer mouth. Tears started coming to my eyes and that was it. I punched him in the nose and then in the gut. He crumpled. I guess I would have started beating him to death except the kid that I was trying to help grabbed me and pulled me off of him. That kid, Roger, well he hugged me and kissed me on the lips. I was so shocked I could not go back to beating up the guy. He was still rolling around on the floor holding his stomach. Just then the store manager walks in from his office. The kid is kissing me and calling me his hero. The other kid is moaning on the floor. He just threw up his hands and told us that we were all fired. I walked out of there with Roger following me like a puppy.
Now Roger is a whole different story. He is 17 now. He was only 15 then and had just realized that he was gay. Well, needless to say when someone comes out to the entire McDonalds that he is gay and then takes on the bigoted manager and beats him up, then that someone - me - is his hero. Like I said he followed me home. He told me that he wanted to talk. What he wanted to do was suck my cock, and I had to push him away time after time. Finally, I told him that I would let him suck my cock if my lover agreed to it when he got in from work. I was sure that Robert would get me out of this dilemma.
Robert, I forgot to tell you about his job. He had been taking shop in high school. What I did not know was that he had gotten a certificate as a mechanic. The first day he looked for a job, he found one with an older well-established garage, which had lots of work. They started him off just a little above the minimal wage but within three weeks he was being paid sixteen an hour and received all sorts of benefits like insurance and paid vacations. I was impressed with my lover. The raise came at the same time that I got fire from McDonalds. Robert told me that he would be making enough money to take care of both of us and that I should just take care of the apartment and go to school. I did not want to be a burden was what I told him, but in reality I wanted to be independent. It was really nice of him to offer to pay for everything. I am sure you are still wanting to know about Roger.
How would anyone describe Roger? He was an imp. Roger has to be the most mischievous gay boy that I have ever met. He was always into something or screwing with someone's mind. That was why he got into it with the manager at McDonalds. Roger is still about 5 foot 10 inches. He is a little shorter than Robert. He has strawberry blonde hair, freckles, green eyes, a thin body and an 8-inch cock. I think that 8-inch cock has gotten him in more trouble than his tongue, which was talented as well. He had just discovered boys. Roger was a bit effeminate or maybe just camp. He was not a swish or a queen. I guess camp would be more like it. He looked like the Irish boy next door with those freckles, wide smile and ruby red lips. He was kissable. I have to give it to Roger; he knew his own assets. He had questions. He wanted to know about me. He wanted to know about Robert. He wanted to know if we knew anyone for him. He went on and on.
Like I said to shut him up and stop his roaming hands, I told him that he could suck my cock when Robert got home if, and only if, Robert agreed. I had no idea that Robert would not see my predicament and refuse to have his lover's cock sucked by a 15 year old from McDonalds. Well, he used to be from McDonalds. I had learned in the meantime that Roger lived with his mother in an apartment not far from us. His father had left them when he was just a baby. He disappeared it seems. What he had just found out was that his father had run off with another man. His mother worked all the time. Actually, she worked from 3 in the after noon until 11 in the evening. She came home, slept until noon and then went back to work.. So, she was not there for him most of the time. Roger knew how to cook and take care of the apartment. I told him that he was going to make someone a good wife. I had no idea that I would eventually have to depend on Roger to teach me how to cook and iron shirts and that sort of thing.
About six o'clock Robert came in. He had his dark blue coveralls still on. He did not wear anything under them so you could see skin. His hands were black from grease and his hair was messed up from working. I met him at the door and gave him a kiss. He hugged me with the back of his arm not wanting to get grease on my shirt. I introduced him to Roger. Then between Roger and myself we told him the story of me punching out the manager. He howled.
I cannot remember Robert laughing so much. He kept saying that he wished that he could have seen it. "Fighting Faggots. That is the new name for you two." Roger just thought it was great. That was when he told us that he had gotten his raise and that I did not have to work. He also told us that he was taking us anywhere we wanted to go for dinner. Then he said we would not go to McDonalds since he did not have insurance to cover rape and pillage. Whatever that had to do with it, but we all laughed like the maniacs that we are. Robert went in to take a shower.
"He is great. Gorgeous. I mean you are cute, but he is ?." Roger acted as though he were swooning on the couch with his arm thrown over his face like some woman in a silent film.
"And he's mine. Don't you forget it, boyo."
"I'm just kidding you. You know that. I think that you both are great. I would blow either one or the other of you or both at the same time."
"What? You sound like some one else I know." I thought about Asa. Maybe we could get Asa up here, and he and this kid could get it on. Too young? He does not look too young.
"Where are we going to eat?"
"I thought that maybe you might have some ideas", Robert came out in jeans and a collared shirt. He was rolling the sleeves up and then tucked the tail of the shirt into his pants.
"Wow"
"What?" Roger looked around to see if he had left part of his shirttail out. "What is it, kid?"
"You are fucking gorgeous?." Roger did his swoon again.
"Come on Roger where can we go eat?"
"How about The Great Wall. Great Chinese food if you like Chinese."
"Sounds good to me."
Roger shook his head and pulled his keys from his pocket.
"But I can't go," Roger said. He started picking up his jacket and apron. We still had to take those uniforms back to get our money.
"Why can't you go? You have to go. We don't even know where it is," I told him.
"I lost my job. Remember. I don't have any money, and no use asking my mother."
"I said that I was buying. Do you have to let your mother know or anything?" Robert asked him.
"Nawh. She'll never know I'm gone. She's left for work by now. I never call her at work about anything. House burns down. Do not call. Die. Do not call."
"Roger, here goes. Put these on, and loose the McDonalds." I had packed some of the clothes that I had worn before my seventeenth birthday. They fit close enough. I found a bright Kelly green shirt and a pair of khaki pants. His eyes sparkled with the reflection of the light from the shirt. He was a really beautiful kid. When we went back into the other room, he turned to me and said, "You know you really are my hero."
I could have melted into the floor. I could see the pride that my boyfriend had in me. He was beaming. He was so pretty, but he was even more pretty when he smiled. I leaned against his shoulder as we where going out the door. Roger was all over the place. I do not think that anyone would ever calm this boy down. Robert opened the car door for me and then went around to the other side. He pulled the seat back and swatted Roger on the ass as he crawled into the back seat.
"Ouch!"
"I did not hurt you, and you know it", Robert said as he started the car. He loved this old car. It was a Dodge of some sort. I never drove it. I had no idea what sort of car it was. My knowledge of cars was that you put the key in and it started and then you went somewhere. I started to say I never drove Roger's car, because if something had happened even accidentally I would have never forgiven myself. He loved it and I would never do anything to hurt him. Eventually, he would wreck it, or someone would run into it, and he would even sale it, but I was not going to be the one that did anything to that car. I rarely went anywhere without him anyway, so I did not need to drive. I had an old Volkswagen that I'd had for a couple of years. Mostly I went to class in it. I get off on everything but the one thing that you are interested in and that by now has to be Roger and if he sucked my cock. Keep your girdle on.
We went to the Wall, which is what we learned the locals called it, and had this fantastic Chinese dinner. I will not go into it, but we each order something different and then shared so that we could try each other's. Roger said that he had seen people do that here before. I wondered how he had gotten to eat here. He must have read my mind.
"I told you that my mother works all the time. She doesn't always work on the weekend. She has a boyfriend. He is a real shit, but sometimes on Sunday he will bring us here for dinner. I think he does it so that she will give him some. Every time we eat Chinese he gets to spend the night." Then he started to crack up. I was worried about this child. He had just told us this most personal of his mother's business and now he was in gales of laughter.
"What is it?"
"Calm down kid", Robert was holding him by both arms like he was going to start shaking him. I thought -- oh, no. But the kid calmed, and Robert slacked up.
"It's just I was thinking we get to eat Chinese because he has a lack a nukki. That even sounds like a Chinese dish." Roger started laughing again but not as badly as before.
We finished out meal and went back to the apartment. After we had gotten our jackets off and Robert has kicked his sneakers off. We all sort of stretched out to let the meal digest. I turned on the stereo and started an album. It was pretty tame music, but not romantic. I was tired. I knew that Robert must be since he had been working all day. This was his third week on the job. I was really proud of him for getting his raise and doing do well. I reached over and ran my hands through his hair. He pulled me across the couch to lean against his chest as he rubbed his hands up and down my back. "Little man, you are the prettiest boy in the world. I love you." He leaned in and kissed me. I put my head on his shoulder. We could share everything. I loved him so and felt so close to him. Don't get me wrong. I still do, but there are times that you are just closer than others for some reason. This was one of those times. It did not last long.
"Robert, can I give Rick a blow job?"
Robert just laughed. "Sure Roger give him a blow job and when you finish with him you can blow me too."
"Robert, he's serious. He is not joking. Roger has been trying to get in my pants all day, and I would not let him. I told him that he would have to ask you."
"Well, he asked me, and I told him that he could. I would not mind watching him give you a blowjob. He's a cute little fucker, you know?"
"But, Robert, is it ever going to be just the two of us?" I looked and there was Roger crawling across the floor like some wild cat sneaking up on it prey. In this instance the prey was my cock. Suddenly, he pounced.
"Aaarrrggh!" And he grabbed my crotch in his mouth and started shaking it from side to side like a puppy would with a bone too big for him or a cat and its prey.
Well, I guess that I have to get used to the idea that Robert and I are not solely just for each other. We have to share ourselves with those others who are in need. I had never seen anyone as needy as Roger. He had told me that he had only done it a couple of times with boys from his school. When he started working my dick down his throat I knew that this boy was no novice. He knew what he was doing. Roger swirled his tongue around the corona of my cock. The most sensitive part of my entire dick was being rubbed raw by his tongue. I was moaning. Robert was holding on to me and planting little butterfly kisses all over my face. He ran his hands under my shirt and started working on my nipples. I went wild when he took a nipple with his thumbs and fingers and tried to pull both off. He twisted them and pulled. I screamed and unloaded my cum right into Roger's waiting mouth. Again, this was not someone with no experience sucking cock. He swallowed and kept swallowing. He did not loose a drop of it. This sort of cock sucking did not come from reading a book; it came from experience. He did not miss a beat. He drained my cock, cleaned it and had Robert's out and in his mouth in a matter of minutes. I will say that Robert's Stanley was a power tool. Over the past few years it had grown in both length and girth. I was glad that I had not had to start out with Stanley as Roger was trying to control it right now. Robert and I had matured together. I thought I actually heard a gag from Roger. I could see the head of Robert's dick outline in the throat of young Roger. He was doing such an artful job that I decided that some reward for his efforts was due him. I undid his belt and the button on his pants, slid the zipper down and reached in for the boner that I could see tenting his khakis. I released his 6-inch cock to the air and it slapped back towards his stomach. I started to fist it slowly. Roger was already moaning over Robert's cock, and he just increased his vocalization. Robert's Stanley, the Power Tool, was an old friend of mine, and I could predict what he was going to work on next. I new that when the line on the base of the cock looked like it was full of cum all the way to the balls that eruption was at hand, or in this case, in the mouth. I bent over Roger and started sucking his cock with vigor. My head bobbed quickly as I pulled on his ball sac. Robert let out this little gasp thing that he does right before he shoots a load and I rammed my middle finger up young Roger's ass. He blasted my throat with about four or five shots of steaming creaming sperm and Robert unloading into his wanton waiting mouth.
That was two years ago. We had just moved in here. We are still in the middle of things. I have no idea where we are going to live once we get to DC. Robert is working still with the mechanic shop. Roger. I have no idea what we are going to do with Roger. He has been with us almost constantly since we moved in. Either Robert or I have made sure that he was bathed and fed. He got into trouble at school, and I was the one who had to go talk to his teacher. There is really nothing wrong with his mother. She could take care of him. She just cannot be bothered with the likes of him. I have met her. Charming. No, really, but she's just a factory worker and has no class. Roger is sort of an enigma to her. She cannot figure him out at all. The fact that he is queer as she puts it is something that she just cannot deal with. I cracked up the first time that she called him a sissy boy and said that she was totally not responsible for him being that way. Roger, went to summer school so that he could finish this semester and be able to go with us. He will not be quite 18 but his mother would never say anything about him leaving. I am sure of that. Robert says that we take him. I guess we take him. This time it will be me paying the way right at the start, but I will be making enough to take care of us for a while until Robert can find something there. I have no idea what Roger can do.
At this point we are right now here and in the present. There are a lot a boxes packed. I am still working on some others. Most of the furniture is not worth moving. Once I found out about the job. Oh, the job is in a publishing company and they are going to pay me 50 thousand a year. I cannot believe my luck to get such a job. I guess I can afford some luxuries once we get there. My mother says that everything there is so expensive that I should buy here and take up there. I have no idea what I will want for the apartment up there. I have to go find an apartment first.
Since I have already figured out that we need a two bedroom. Roger has to have a room of his own. I will not live with that slob. I guess I could buy a bedroom suite here and we could take it in the u haul with us. What are we going to do about the cars? Robert's car is almost new since he traded in the Dodge last month. I hate to give up my Volkswagen, and we may need it once we get there. How are we going to get it there? Robert drives his car. I drive my car. Roger drives the u-haul. That does not work. I'll just have to let Roger drive my car. Poor car. He has to get a license damn it. I have told him. Robert is going to have to do something about this license business. Shit. There is so much to do and so much to worry about.
Bang! The door slams. It can only be one person. "Roger, sometimes I think you lie awake at night trying to figure ways to annoy me."
"You're just uptight because we movin;" he throws his arms around me and starts this baby face smoochy thing that he does. Kisses me and pulling on my ear lobes and tickling me.
"Damn it, Roger we have to get organized."
"We have to have sex," was his reply.
"Get out of here."
"Nawh. I mean it. We need to have sex so that you can calm down and get rid of that stress. You are too stressful."
Bang! Again the door. This time is was not quite as loud as the first. "What are you doing home so early?" I hugged my boyfriend in his greasy coveralls. Gave him a kiss. "I thought you had to work late tonight to finish up what's his name's convertible."
"It wasn't as big a job as I thought. Finished. I do not have to go back until Monday. One more week. I have mixed emotions about leaving. They have been so good to me. They pay me well. I'm going to miss the place and the people. But I would never stay here without you." He grabbed me and kissed me and took my butt in both his hands squeezing them and them slapping them tenderly. " I couldn't live with out my "sweet cheeks'. You will always be my little man." Another kiss and he goes into our room and then the shower.
"Robert, you are going to have to talk to your child about his drivers license exam", I raised my voice so that he could hear me in the bathroom.
"Okay. Make him read his book."
"Like I can make him do anything. He listens to you. I think he is afraid of you."
About this time Roger pops his pretty little head out of his door. "I'm not afraid of Robert either."
"You had better get on this drivers license thing or you will be sitting you ass here while we are in DC. Living it up." I thought what a joke that is going to be. "Did you call for pizza? Robert did you call for pizza?" Both of them denied knowing anything about pizza. "Then he must be lost, cause he is knocking on our front door."
"Can I help you?"
"Yea. Is this 333 Oldham?"
"Yes, but we did not order pizza."
"I know. I am looking for Roger. Is he here? "
"Roger."
Roger comes running up. When he sees whom the pizza boy is he starts to blush. Hi. I was kidding. I did not know that you would actually take me up on it."
"What have you done now?"
"Rick this is Peter. He works for ? obviously. I told him if he would bring us the pizza I would give him a blowjob. I thought?"
"You mean you weren't serious?" Peter asked with his mouth hanging open. " I went to a lot of trouble to get these pizzas and then to get to deliver them."
"Roger, at least invite Peter in. I think you ought to pay up. On your knees whore." I said laughing.
Peter asked him, "Is that your father?"
"I heard that ? bite his dick off, Roger."
By this time Roger had Peter on the couch with his pants down. Peter was well named since that was one of his outstanding attributes. He must have had a good seven and a half. It was hot and straight out. The cut head was what was so hot. It was bulbous. Not just bigger than the shaft. It was a huge mushroom. Peter was cute. He was shorter than Roger, had black hair that was straight, high cheekbones and olive complexion. He appeared to have American Indian in his ancestry. It was the blue eyes that did it. Anyone would have expected brown eyes or even hazel, but not blue. I put the pizza on the counter and returned to sit on the sofa to watch Roger do his magic.
"Are you going to watch?" Peter asked.
"You don't mind do you?"
By the time that I got the question asked Roger had the boy's dick down his throat. Peter just moaned a "no". It was exciting watching the two teens in the throes of sexual passion. I felt my own rod getting hot and stiff. I rubbed it through the clothe of my trousers. Robert joined us after his shower. He was still drying his hair and had nothing on but his boxers. I put my finger to my lip for him to be silent and not break the spell. He moved to the other side of Peter. The next time I looked at him he had his tool out and was giving Stanley a massage. Peter's head was thrown back over the couch. His hips were humping into Roger's mouth.
"Gawd. Oh Gawd. That feels soooo good. Oh Roger. Pleaseeeee."
I was a bit worried about him because he started to shake all over. His arms shot up in the air, and he twisted from one side to the other. Suddenly, he let go of a blood-curdling scream and shot his load. Finally, when he came down from his climax, he said, "That was a religious experience." He pulled Roger to him and kissed him on the mouth. I am sure that he was tasting his own cum as their tongues were whipping back and forth between each other's mouths. My cock was still hard and so was Robert's. Before I could move the two teens out of the way so that I could service my boyfriend, Peter went down on me. He was on his knees in front of me with my cock in his mouth. He was not as talented as Roger but whatever he lacked in experience he made up for with enthusiasm. It only took me a few minutes and I was unloading into the teens hungry mouth. Roger was taking care of my Robert. Again shortly after I came so did he.
"Let's eat. Peter can you stay for pizza?" We all laughed.
"Sure. I like a lot of pepperoni and a big sausage."
"Roger tells me that you guys are moving to DC. I have a cousin who lives up there. You will have to look him up. I'll give Roger his number before you leave. He runs a real estate agency. He's gay, too."
"Peter do you think that you could call back tonight with your cousin's phone number? I am suppose to fly up on Monday to look for apartments, get acclimated to where I am working and start to get everything set up for these two to come up later. We are not moving officially until the last week in June, but I will have a lot of the ground work laid for us before then. I have to start work the week after the Fourth of July."
"Oh, Man, you are going to love Washington on the Fourth of July. It is crazy and then the fire works. Everything takes place down on the mall or out by the pool in from of the Lincoln Memorial. That will be so awesome."
"Sounds like you like DC."
"It great. You just have to know where you are going. That is what my cousin says anyway. But I am always with him when I am up there so I just do not think about it. Wow. You'll be able to drink. The drinking age is 18 in DC."
"That does it I'm not going."
"What?" They all asked in unison.
"If Roger can drink legally there, then no man, woman or child is safe." Everyone just broke up laughing including Roger.
"Hey, I gotta run. Really enjoyed it. Maybe we can have another pizza before you guys leave. I'll call you tonight with my cousin's numbers at the office and at home."
Roger walked him to the door and kissed him goodbye thanking him properly for the pizza. The three of us settled in. The packing could wait until tomorrow. Good news about his cousin. That could really be a big help. I have no idea where to start looking although I had been getting the Post and reading the ads for unfurnished apartments. I knew we could not afford Watergate. So we are still in the middle of things. Roger is putting out the pizza trash. I have stretched out on the couch with my head in Robert's lap. The TV is on and he is watching something that I can hear but not see.
Robert is running his fingers through my hair. You know the world really is okay as long as you are in love.
Roger comes back into the living room and slides down onto the floor with his back to the couch just in front of me. He leans his head against Robert's leg, and I run my fingers through his hair. It is a little longer now than it was two years ago. He has been working at a movie house downtown since school started this year. He buys his own clothes and has built himself a pretty nice wardrobe, so I won't have to worry about buying him clothes for a while. Robert has all sorts of clothes. He wears those coveralls to work in and never gets to wear out anything else. We have some furniture that we are taking with us. All of us have some money in the bank. Robert and I have a joint account and I know that there are a couple of thousand of dollars in a savings account in just his name. He has been putting his bonus money, income tax returns and money that he has gotten for presents from his folks and his grandparents. Then there have been a few people who have given him really big tips because of how quickly he repaired their cars. I should not be worrying so, but I do. With Peter's cousin's help, I should be able to find something nice that does not cost an arm and a leg. I have tried to figure out where my work is and where the best place to live would be. It will be clear once I am there.
Roger just reached up and rubbed my face. "You know something you guys are the greatest. You are more than my big brothers. You're even more than lovers. I know you two are lovers, but what you give me is so special. I cry sometimes I am so happy just being with you." I could see tears in his eyes as he was talking. This was not our normal rambunctious Roger. " You know you could have taken off and gone to DC without me? But you did not even bat and eye. You told me so that I could get through school. You are helping me get my license so that I can drive when we are there. I don't know how to thank you both enough."
"Roger, you don't have to thank us. We're family. You are part of our family. We may have our own families, like you have your mother. When it comes down to it though, you and little man and I are the real family. You don't have to thank us. You do your part for the family just like we each do."
"Robert and I have been together for a long time. I cannot tell you how many people we have loved between the two of us. There are some people who are just special. When we lived at home, there was Asa who was our special person. But Asa could take care of himself and start his own family. I did not even think about bringing him with us. But you. You have become apart of us. Just like Robert said. You are family. We love you. and we know that you love us. We've had some fights and some knock down and drag 'em out's , but we are still here and I feel like we will always be together. One of us may leave but we will always be together."
Roger was crying. I was touched and could feel tears flowing down my cheeks one at a time. I looked up at Robert, and he was crying, too. We really do love each other I thought to myself. I pulled Roger up on the couch with me and the three of us all hugged in a weird sort of three-way hug with tears. Roger went to the bathroom and washed his face. He brought back cold damp washcloths for Robert and myself. "You guys are too big too cry. But I could not ask for a better family." He plopped back down on the end of the sofa and took my feet in his lap. "You should wash your feet, boy." He said as he started tickling the bottoms of my feet.
"Stop that?"
"Rick, who is Asa? I have heard you and Robert talk about him but I never have figured him out."
"To understand Asa, you have to understand a whole lot more about the people that were around Asa. Asa was a lot like you as far as his relationship to Robert and myself but totally different. You are so not like Asa. I guess the only way to explain Asa would be to explain the Elm Street Queers."
"Don't call them "Queers" that's not polite."
"Roger, do you want to know or not?" "Okay, I'll shut up."
Robert and I started telling Roger the story of the Elm Street Queers and about Asa.
The birds outside were singing. There was a long twilight because of the longer days indicating that summer was coming. Traffic went up and down the street. The neighbors were arguing again and the children across the street were playing noisily on the sidewalk in front of their house. All of this was going on in real time, but suddenly we were back in mine and Robert's small hometown about an hour away from here and it was summer again. The summer I discovered sex, Robert and the Elm Street Queers.
CHAPTER ONE
There has to be a place to start. The beginning is usually a good place, but where is exactly was the beginning. Beginning must have been the summer between the fifth and sixth grade when Robert was eleven. He would not turn twelve until school started in the fall. Before that time everything was black and white. There were highs and lows, but nothing as confusing as what was to happen after that summer. It started off for Robert as just another summer. South Carolina is always hot in the summer. Most of the time he spent in a pair of shorts with no shoes or shirt and, frequently, not even underwear. Robert loved the feel of a breeze blowing up the open legs of his shorts onto his naked balls. Yes. Robert had discovered that he had balls. They were fairly large for a boy his age. Also, his cock was pretty big. While he had not seen the cock and balls of many of his classmates, he had gone swimming and changed clothes with several of them. None of them had anything like what he had. We are getting ahead of the story, but a guy's cock and balls are important, especially at that age. They are what instigated this story in the first place. Since we are looking for the beginning and the starting point of his Technicolor-life, they were very important. The start was Robert's first wet cum.
Well, it was not just that he had a wet cum, there was more to it than that.
There were the realizations that he would be doing this the rest of his life because it felt so good and that he had rather do it with someone else than alone. He had learned about masturbation early. even before he started to school. From about the fourth grade on or the time he was around eight, he had beat his meat everyday. For the past six months he had learn the pleasures of a dry come. Then the fated night that Carl, his cousin, spent the night with him. That was the night that it had happened. The two boys had stripped off their shorts and gotten under the hose in the back yard to cool off. They were playing around under the water with first one and then the other spraying the cool water at the other. It was fun and a good way to cool off and get clean at the same time. Although the water felt cool it was not really cold. Even the water would not be cold until the coming winter. This was fun, but Robert could tell that Carl was paying special attention to his cock and balls with the spray. The hard spray of the water on his equipment, as he likes to think of his genitals, was making it hard. When it came his turn, he decided that fair was fair and proceeded to make sure that Carl's dick got equal treatment. Before they had finished their fun, the sun was down, the streetlights had come on and his mother was telling them that they had run up the water bill enough for one night. The outside faucet where the hose was attached was low at the base of the house.
Robert squatted down to turn the faucet off. When he rose, Carl was standing behind him with his hard cock pushed up against his ass. Carl reached around Robert's waist and started to jack his cock for him. In the mean time his own cock had found the crack between Roberts bubble butt and was sliding up and down in the warmth of those buns. Hot dog. Carl thought as he inserted his winner between two very white bread buns.
"How are we going to get up to your room with these?" Carl asked pointing at his and Robert's hard dicks. "We can't go in the house."
"Follow me," Robert said as he rounded the corner of the house. " Just be quiet." He led Carl to and up the trellis that was attached to the house where his mother's prize morning glories were blooming. This was his normal escape route in the middle of the night. He had been climbing up and down the trellis since he was in fourth grade. This was one time that it was worth all the hassle that his mother put him through to make sure that those damned morning glories were watered and cared for. The two boys silently entered Robert's room through the window.
"Boy it is a good thing that I already brought my stuff upstairs." Carl said as he laid back across Robert's bed. It was just a regular old double bed but big enough for two people to sleep in. Robert made sure that the latch was on the door, and he too lay across the bed next to Carl. Carl reached over and resumed his playing with Robert's cock. "Man, you sure have a big one. I'm a couple of years older than you, and you are bigger me already. This thing's gonna be a monster." He let his fist slide up and down the tight skinned circumcised dick. " How big is it?"
"The last time I measure it. Just a little over seven. That was from here to here." Robert showed his cousin the base and the end of his dick on the topside.
"Mine is not even six inches yet. More like just over five. Hell, this is not fair." Carl said almost serious. He then moved his head onto Robert's stomach as though he were trying to get a better view. He pulled Robert's dick back towards his mouth and engulfed the reddened head of the boy's cock. It was really big and looked like a helmet made for a giant. Carl had no qualms about sucking cock. He did it regularly with another cousin who lived on the farm next to him and with the two neighbor boys from the farm on the other side. It had been those two brothers, Phil and Will, who had introduced Carl to the joys of male sex. They had not only taught him and made sure that he practiced his exercises of sucking. His Uncle Spencer had introduced him to the wonders of anal sex. He was sucking on Robert's big dick. He moved his finger into the crack of his butt and inched his way to his rosy butt hole. Robert had only a few hairs above his dick. His ass hole was clean and hairless. Robert had started to moan. Carl had no idea that the boy had never had sex with anyone before. Everything about him was virgin. These would be all his first. This would also be the first time that he had a wet cum.
Robert was not just lying back and enjoying all this attention. He was stroking Carl's cock. He played with his balls and rolled them in the palm of his hands. He ran his fingers through the boy's hair and guided him to the speed that he needed him to bob up and down on his dick. He thought about turning so that he could suck Carl's cock as well. He had fantasized about sucking a boy's cock many nights as he beat his meat. He just could not turn because Carl had his finger up his ass. Oh, that felt so good. He squirmed and moaned as he felt the boy's finger find his prostate and start massaging it. The pleasure was too much. Robert felt that he was going to die. He was hot. Really, hot. He could feel the heat coming off his body.
He thought to himself that if he were much hotter then he would ignite like they thought had happened to some people. He had read about it in some science fiction magazine at the drug store. This was why. They had sex and burned up. Why was he thinking these things? He was still moaning and bucking and thinking strange thoughts. Carl's mouth went into over-drive and the pressure increase. Robert knew that his orgasm was near. He wanted it to last. His balls were so tight up to his scrotum that he knew he was close. Then it happened.
He shot his first wad. At first he was not sure. Then he heard Carl choking. He looked at his cousin and saw his own white cum leaking from the boy's mouth around his cock. Robert thought to himself. I am a man. Well. I am a queer man, but I am a man. He sort of laughed to himself. He was proud that he had shot his load. He was fine with the fact that it was down the throat of a hunky dude.
I forgot to tell you some things about Carl. Carl was a hunk. That is simple and clear. He was about five ten and weight about one sixty without an ounce of fat. He had muscles that bulged on his butt and legs and arms and back. The front was what was fascinating to Robert. Carl had a six-pack but better yet he had a girdle. His hipbones were exposed and his lower abdomen was a mass of muscles. His pecs were ripped. He had been working on a farm all his life. He knew what it was like to throw bails of hay up into the loft of a barn and drive a tractor and manhandle the plows that went on them. He was also very good looking. The girls in junior high swooned every day when he got off the bus with his buds, Will and Phil, who were also just as hunky. None of this had been lost on Robert. He too had many jack off session dreaming that exactly what was happening would happen with his cousin. He had also dreamed of the two brothers. Carl was dark skinned and being in the sun he had one fantastic tan. The tan line that Robert was running his finger over now was just below Carl's waist where his jeans rode on his hips while he was working. Carl's butt was a lighter shade of olive. Carl was part Indian on his mother's side. He had inherited the olive complexions with just a tinge of red to it from her. He had also inherited the straight black glossy hair, which he wore long. He had chiseled facial features with high cheekbones, dark brown eyes that sparkled and a mouth. Robert thought that it was the most wonderful set of lips in the world. He kissed Carl and licked his own cum from around the boy's full luscious lips. The two boys feel asleep on Robert bed. Neither bothered to put on their underwear. Sometime in the night Robert put his arms around Carl and rested his head on his shoulder. That was the scene the next morning when they awoke as Robert's father was knocking on the door. Robert was thankful that he had put that latch on. The two boys smiled at each other and kissed quickly before jumping out of bed and grabbing their underwear.
"You boys get a move on. Your Uncle Ned will be here in a few minutes to pick you guys up."
They were busy looking for shorts to wear. Robert was thinking that he needed to pack a few things. He was going to the farm to stay for a week and help them pick beans. His uncle had several acres of green beans. Once they were picked they would be sold to one of the canning companies. It was this one time of the year that his uncle needed all the hands that he could get for about a week. The rest of the time he and Carl took care of the crops and the picking pretty much by themselves. Robert was really looking forward to going this year knowing what had happened between him and Carl the previous night. He knew one thing. He wanted a repeat performance. He also wanted to find out more about the other boys that Carl knew who liked this sort of thing. Robert had hoped that there were some but was afraid to ask anyone because he feared being called queer. He had heard other boys at school talking about boys who were sissy and queer. He knew one thing Carl was no sissy. He was not one either. Robert was convinced, however, that both he and Carl were queer.
His uncle came for them in his pickup. Robert was really excited about going to the farm. This was the first year that he had been asked to help with the picking. He knew that before he was considered to be too young. With the cream that he produced last night, the few hairs that were starting in his armpits, and, now being asked to help with the picking, Robert knew that he was becoming an adult. When they got to the house, his aunt had a big breakfast waiting for them. It was not even light outside yet. While they were eating they heard another truck pull into the yard. There was lots of talking and laughing. Then there were the sounds of a couple of other trucks unloading people to help. Robert looked at Carl and noticed that he was listening to the sounds from the yard with a smile on his face.
"What's up?" He asked him.
"They're here. I was not sure that they could get over here to help, but they did."
"They who?" Robert asked with a puzzled look on his face as he was cleaning the eggs from his plate.
"Will and Phil. They were suppose to go to football camp but I guess that must be later. They were not sure that they were going to be here to help. Maybe?."
About that time the two farm boys came bounding into the kitchen where the two cousins were eating. "Hey, you guys, get your asses in gear. We got some beans to pick." Will said laughing.
Robert thought that everyone was in a good mood even though they were up at 5 am. He had only been up this early a couple of times that he could remember. Once or twice when he went fishing with his father, but never was it a happy time. These guys seem to enjoy the fact that they were up that early in the morning.
"Okay, you faggots, let's go,' said Carl grabbing a straw hat and ramming it on his head.
"Oh, yea, sissy boy don't go out without your bonnet." Phil said punching Carl on the shoulder.
"Ouch. That hurt," Carl, whined in a comic voice.
Robert was a bit amazed that these boys who he knew sucked cocks. Hell, they sucked each other's cocks would call each other queer or sissy. Then it dawned on him. They did that so no one would know the truth. They did it kidding each other. If anyone else suspected them then they would think that the three of them would never talk that way if they really were gay. Robert was just beginning to see the intricacies of the gay world. Here it was not even six o'clock in the morning, and he was having to figure out really serious shit going on around him. It was exciting. Maybe he would have to start getting up early every morning. That is taking this adult thing too seriously he thought to himself.
Robert drank the rest of the coffee and got up from the table. "Okay, you queers, let a real man through to show you how to pick some beans." He was grinning from ear to ear and he pushed the other boys away from him. Carl was laughing at him. The other two boys were silent.
"Oh, hell, he's one of us," Carl said as he grabbed at Robert's crouch.
"Hey, welcome to the club," Will said punching Robert back on the shoulder.
"We can always use new blood," Phil slapped him on the ass. "Why don't we have a camp out tonight down by the creek and break your little cousin in, Carl?"
"Right. That sounds good to me. If we are not all so tired from picking beans that we can't crawl to the creek."
"I'm never too tired for sex," said Will as he rubbed his crotch through his jeans.
The four boys were now in the bean field. Carl showed Robert what to do. At first he was slower than the other boys. Then he found the rhythm and started catch up to them. It was hot. South Carolina is always hot. There is nowhere hotter in South Carolina than a bean field. Robert's bag would fill and he would have to drag it to the end of the row. Then get another bag and back to the row after row of beans. There was stretching to get the ones that were high up. The beans climbed up on twine that was stretched between poles. That is why sometimes the beans were called pole beans. Or, he would have to squat to get the beans that were hanging on the bottom of the vine. Robert understood why Carl and Will and Phil were also muscled up in their stomach. Doing this sort of work was giving his muscles a real work out. He noticed that Phil and Will had stripped their shirts off. They even had muscles bulging on their backs. Robert thought about taking his shirt off. He was afraid of getting burned. He would take it off for a while. Then he noticed that he was turning red. He put the shirt back on. Lunchtime. Everyone went back to the house. Under the trees his aunt and a couple of the neighbor women had put out what looked like a family reunion spread. There was fried chicken, pork chops, ham and even a turkey. They had beans. Robert was not sure that he could eat them after having picked them all morning, but they were good and fresh. Tomatoes, cucumbers, a huge squash casserole and also bread and dessert. It was a real farm hand meal. Robert watched as his cousin and his two friends devoured the food. He drank a lot of the cold iced tea. Robert thought that he now understood while people in the south drank so much tea. It was the only thing that he could think of that made him feel cool.
After the meal, they would have some rest time. It was really too hot to go back into the field until the middle of the afternoon. That was the reason that they started so early. Then again when the sun was no longer right over head they would go back into the field s and pick some more. His Uncle Ned got up from the ground where he had been stretched out with his plate of food. "Okay everyone. I want to thank you for coming to help today. It looks like it is going to hit over a hundred this afternoon, so we will not start picking again until four thirty. It should have started to cool off by then. Rest and do what you have to do but be back by that time." Carl turned to the three boys with him and said, "Why don't we take our break down by the creek and get in a little skinny dipping."
"Sounds good to me," they all replied in unison.
So the three studs took off to the creek with Robert tagging along with them. Some of the other men and women who had been picking spread their quilts out under the trees to get some much needed rest. When had young boys ever needed rest? They surely would not let rest come between them and the possibility that they might have sex. Carl took the lead, and they trekked across the field toward the copse of woods and ye ole swimming hole.
If you do not believe it was "ye ole swimming hole" then you missed the sign. Carl had taken an old piece of wood and painted a sign and then nailed it to the first tree that you came to on the path. Robert broke up laughing when he saw it. He had been here before but had never seen the sign.
Once they were there. The boys started stripping off the few clothes that they had on. Carl screamed out, "The last one in has to suck my cock." He ran and jumped in the pool. Robert rushed taking his clothes off and ran for the pool. He was too late. Both Will and Phil had already jumped in. "Well if looks like you are going to have to suck my cock, little cousin," Carl said smirking at him. "I guess you can suck Will and Phil too. What do you say, boys?"
"Hell, yeah. We could stand a good blowjob. Carl's blowjobs are pretty poor. The only reason we let him suck out cocks is to keep him happy," Will chuckled as he told Robert this in a mock-serious tone.
"Yeah, that's the way you are. You never complained about them before. Now that you have someone else who will suck your cock, you think you can complain about my blow jobs do you?" With that Carl jumped on Will's back and started humping him.
"Get off me you slut," Will tried to sling the boys clinging to him off but was unable too.
"I'll never let you go, Will."
"Well, at least lighten up a bit."
"Oh, okay." Carl loosened his hold around the boy's neck but he kept pushing his now erect dick into the cheeks of his ass looking for his hole so that he could press his argument home.
All the boys were sporting erections. Will and Phil sounded like they should be twins, but they were not. Will was only a year older than Phil, but they were in the same class at school. When it had come time for him to start school, he refused to go unless Phil went with him. The school board made a decision that everyone thought would never happen. They allowed Phil to start school a year early so that the two boys could be together. They did not look like twins. One was blond and the other had black hair. Phil, the blond, had blue eyes and was almost an inch taller than his older brother. Will, on the other hand, was dark and had brooding brown eyes. Everyone thought that he was the serious one. He was but no more so than Phil. The ways they were alike. Both were muscular and built and both had six and a half inch uncircumcised cocks. Their fore skins looked like little nozzles attacked to two pretty hefty hoses which extended over two testicles the size of eggs. Both boys had huge balls. Robert was noticing all this as he dropped to his knees and took Phil's dick into his eager mouth.
"Oh, my God," Phil cried out as Robert swallowed the boy's cock and rested his noses in his pubic bush. "Look, Will. He took my whole cock on the first try. This boy has talent." He reached down and patted Robert on the head. Robert continued bobbing up and down on the boy's steel hard cock. He played with the eggs and felt them getting closer to the boy's body. Robert pulled back on the boy's nuts. Stretching the egg sac as far down as it would go. He did not want him to cum that quickly. Phil's nuts had a different idea. They pulled back to his body again and unloaded their content. Phil filled Robert's mouth with shot after shot of hot sperm. The cum dribbled down his chin although he tried his best to swallow it as it was delivered. Robert ran his tongue under the foreskin and cleaned the cum that had been caught there. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive head of Phil's cock.
Phil was moaning and groaning. He had been standing on his tip toes when he reached his climax. Now he was coming back to earth. Robert was jacking his cock as he had been sucking the other boy. Phil looked down and for the first time got a look at Robert's cock on the hard. " My God, boy, that's a monster dick." Phil sat in the shallow pool with the water coming up to his waist. Robert was still kneeling. " How big is that tool of yours?" he asked Robert.
Carl chimed in, " He says that it is over seven. I believe him. It's the biggest dick of anyone I know and some of them claim to have seven. If they do then his is eight or eight and a half." They all laughed about how people exaggerated the size of their dicks. All this time Will and Carl had been watching the other two boys. They had been jerking each other off. They were so accustomed to doing each other that they recognized the signs that indicated that they were close to cumming. Carl dropped to his knees and finished Will off with his mouth drinking the stud's cream. Then Will dropped to his knees in the creek and resting his head between Carl's thighs as the boy sat on the bank, he sucked the spunk from his circumcised cock. At this time, to find two boys who remained uncut was something of a rarity.
Carl admired the other boy's foreskins but he was glad that he did not have that to worry about. He also liked the sensitive area of exposed flesh that his dick had. It made the blowjob so much more enjoyable he thought.
Phil finished sucking Robert's cock. Robert blasted him with his cream. Phil licked him clean. "Robert, this is some more tool you have here. This is a power tool." He laughed." Hey, guys, Robert has a power tool. I know?." Phil reached in the creek and brought up his cupped hand filled with water. He dumped it on Robert's cock saying, " I here by christen you, Stanley, the power tool." It was that afternoon that Robert's dick got its name - a name which would become infamous around town and synonymous with the Elm Street Queers.
The rest of the afternoon the four boys sat around under the shade trees by the creek talking. Robert learned that among the three boys that they had each had sex with a variety of people both in the county and in town. Robert was amazed at some of the stories and more so at some of the people with whom they had sucked cock. It appeared that Phil who was an Eagle Scout had either sucked or been sucked everyone in the troop. Robert decided right then that he was signing back up for Scouts. His mother had been after him to do so. He had dropped out after Cub Scouts. Will was on the football team and had gone to football camp last year. The first and only time they had ever been separated. He went there while Phil went to the Scout Jamboree. Will, had not only been sucked by several members of his team but also the coach. It seems that give the coach a beer or two, and he like young athletes in ways that were not in the coaching contract. Will said that it was awesome getting head from an adult. Carl was took swimming and was a member at the YMCA. The action there sounded unending. Carl said that he had sucked several older guys there and had gotten head several times from the assistant director who was in his late twenties. The people who had sucked Carl at the pool were interesting to Robert. Most of them lived on his street. He thought to himself as he lay there listening to Carl tell about all the fantastic head that he had gotten from people who lived on Elm Street that he had never in his wildest dream considered that there were that many people who sucked cock, not only that, but that there could possibly be that many people who lived on his own street that sucked cock. Maybe they should have and association or a club. That was the genesis of the Elm Street Queers. The more the thought about it the more he liked the idea. From what Carl and the other two boys had told him, Robert figured that he could get those people involved in the club almost immediately. Then they probably knew others. The ones that he did not know about he now felt confident that he could find out.
What a day. Robert thought to himself as he turned on his side to take a nap before they had to go back to work. He had gotten his first blowjob less than twenty-four hours ago. He had already sucked three cocks. Had his cock sucked by three different boys. His cock now had a name. Stanley, the power tool. He chuckled over that one. He realized that he had the biggest dick around since all three boys said that he had the biggest dick that they had either seen or sucked other than the adult that Phil had been with at the jamboree. Will said that he was larger than the coach. Coach had a little dick according to Will. He had learned that there were lots of cocksuckers, and that most of the boys that lived on his street were sucking cocks. Yeah. Maybe the Elm Street Queer Boy's Club. Naw. Elm Street Queers. Simple. To the point. Robert fell asleep totally sexually satisfied. Carl was lying next to him on the quilt. Again they woke up with their arms around each other. Naked. Their two dicks standing stiffly and swaying in the wind. Both boys smiled and kissed. It was stale cum on their breath but they did not care. They pissed together against a tree and then dipped in the water to refresh themselves after their sleep. They were splashing each other, which woke the other two boys. This led to a free for all water fight in the creek. It was just four young boys having boy fun when Carl's father came to get them back to work picking beans.
Robert had a great week. The four boys managed to get away every day at the rest time to have some fun with each other. Robert learned various techniques from the boys. They told him about different things that different people had done to them. They also introduced him to porn and showed him a couple of gay magazines that the assistant at the Y had given them. It showed men taking other men's dicks up their Asses. Robert asked about anal sex, and they explained it as best they could. That night, Carl introduced him to the pleasures of fucking another guy. He made Robert swear that he would not tell anyone. Carl said that sucking cock was one thing but liking to be a submissive bottom was not something that he wanted people to know. He said that he was sure that Phil would take advantage of the situation if he knew. Carl said that he really wanted Will to fuck him but?. That is another story you have to let Carl tell you that one when he finishes writing his stories about his life on the farm. Well, Robert fucked him that night and every night the rest of the week. He was having sex twice a day regularly. When his folks came to pick him up on Sunday, he did not want to leave. He promised that he would be good. Wash his own clothes. He would have what he needed if they would just let him stay another week. No, that old dental appointment can be changed. Please let me stay. It worked.
For the next week he and Carl worked on the farm by day and fucked like rabbits by night. He wondered how his uncle and aunt did not hear what they were doing. That is another story that Carl will have to tell you. Anyway, by the end of the second week, Robert knew that there would be no way that he could persuade his parents to allow him to stay another week. He resigned himself to going home and organizing the Elm Street Queers. Little did he know that the organization already was going strong.