CHAPTER THREE By Carson Carruthers
The next day Robert's mother was going to town to buy groceries. He was to go with her because she wanted to get him some jeans for school. School would start the day after Labor Day as it always did. She told him that if she started buying them now it would not hit her purse all at one time. He wondered why his father did not sell jeans. When he asked, his father told him that his was a special shop and that he catered to a wealthy clientele, doctors and lawyers, who would never consider wearing jeans. He needed several pair so this appeared to be the first of the sessions at Rineburg's.
When they got to Rineburg's, she told the clerk that she needed jeans for her son, Robert, and pushed him forward from where he was standing. Who? The clerk was non-other than Alex Crammer.
"Do you know what size jeans you need.?" He asked Robert.
All Robert could think of was watching Alex get his cock sucked by Trey. "Well?' "Er ..er...no. I have no idea what size. I have grown a good bit since I bought jeans last year."
"Well, stand over here and we will measure you." Alex guided him into the back aisle where he immediately knelt in front of Robert. Robert could feel his dick getting hard and snaking it way down his the leg of his trousers. He had not worn any underwear.
Alex took the tape measure and placed it around his waist. "Ummh, looks like a 30 inch waist." Then he started to measure the inseam of his trousers. Alex could not help but brush against Roberts hard cock. He looked up from his position on the floor and Robert just smiled and nodded to the quarterback. Alex looked at the tape and said, " About eight incher. I mean 32 inches for the inseam. We'll have to find you a pair of 30 -32's.
That should not be so hard." He blushed when he realized what he had said about it not being so hard. Robert could tell that his erection made Alex nervous. Well, Alex could do something about it if it was too hard.
When he had found two or three pair in the correct size, his mother insisted that he try them on in the fitting room and let her see. He went into the fitting room alone, but he knew that Alex would find some excuse to come in with him. As if on cue, he came in carrying another pair that he had found that might fit. He stood there looking at Robert. Robert had worn no underwear, so he was standing there totally naked in front of the boy. His eight inches were reaching heavenward. Alex could only stutter. He was captured by the sight of the massive cock. It appeared that the snake was charming the charmer. As his dick waved and swung back and forth Robert was having a time trying to control it so that he could try on the jeans to show his mother. Finally, he got a pair on and the zipper up. He started to walk out to show her. He told Alex as he past him. "You stay in here. I have something for you when I get back."
Robert's mother said that those would do. Robert told her that he would get that pair if she would pay for it. Then he wanted to look at some others, and, since he still had his birthday money, he would buy a pair with that money, but he wanted time to choose which pair. She could go on to the grocery, and he would meet her there. He went back into the dressing room and took them off. He leaned out through the curtain and gave his mother the jeans for her to buy. Fine. She took the jeans and went to the girl at the counter where the cash register was.
Robert hefted his massive cock and balls and shook them at Alex who was still standing there in the small cubicle. There was a definite rise in Alex's trousers. The wood he was sporting was tenting the front of his trousers. Robert knew that the boy was lusting for his cock. He hooked his hand around the boys neck and pulled him to him. He whispered in his ear, " Go for it, bro. You know you want it. Get down and taste it." With that Robert wiped his precum from his slit and fed it to the eager boy from his finger. "That's a good boy. You know you want more, so why don't you get down on your knees and enjoy it?" Robert applied just a little more pressure. Alex obeyed and sank to his knees, opened his mouth and engorged his mouth and throat with Robert's manhood. His eyes glazed and rolled back in his head. Robert was afraid that the quarterback was going to pass out from the sheer pleasure of sucking his cock. He figured if the stud liked his cock so much, he might be the one to suck his ass. Slowly he turned so that his ass was in front of the confused boys waiting and panting mouth. Robert took both hands and spread his buns so that the boy had better access. There was no way he was confused about what was expected of him. His head bobbed up and down on the torrid crack of Robert's ass. His tongue slavered his saliva into Robert's ass hole. Each time he passed Robert's pink pucker, Alex pushed his tongue in just a little. Finally, he pushed his tongue in as far as he could and started cork screwing it in and out. Robert let out a low moan of appreciation. He looked back to see the quarterback football stud licking his hot ass. It was more than he could take. His hand was flying up and down his shaft. He knew it was time. He turned hurriedly and buried his cock in Alex's mouth. "Take that you quarterback cock sucker. Show Stanley that you love him. Take all of it."
Alex was trying his best but cum was oozing out around the cock in his mouth and running down his chin. Just then the curtain came open and another boy who Robert recognized came into the cubicle with a pair of jeans to try. He looked at Alex on his knees. Robert pulled his cock from Alex's gapping mouth and wiped the residue cum on his cheek and then his chin. He took the boy's chin and pulled him to his feet. "Go get me the most expensive jeans you have in my size. Two pair. Take your time. Understand. He pushed Alex outside the curtain and turn to the boy who was just standing there looking at his naked body.
"Are you going to try those on?"
"Yes."
"Then go on and do it. We need to get out of here. I want to take you to the movies."
"Sure. Is this a date?"
"If you want to call it that," Robert said as he put his rampaging cock back into the trousers he had worn into the store. He was watching the boy strip his pants off. He was wearing tighty whities and his bubble butt looked so cute wrapped in the tight white cotton cloth. He slipped into the trousers. They were a light blue. Almost the color of his eyes. Robert was lost in watching him adjust his little stiff cock in his underwear as he put on the trousers. There was a little tent of material right over where his dick poked out. He was just too cute. "You want those pants? They match your eyes. Did you know that?"
"I wasn't even thinking about that. I just like the color." He was so cool. He tossed his wispy white hair out of his eyes and looked solidly at Robert. "You know you have a huge cock?"
It was a statement but Robert just shrugged and said," Yeah. Do you like it?"
"What's there not to like? It works right doesn't it?"
"Seems to. At least every time I want to get off, it has never refused. You want to feel of it? I'll let you when we get to the movie that is if you want. I want to feel of you."
"You do?"
"Sure." The bigger boy ran his hands through the silken white hair and pulled the smaller boy to him. He kissed those ruby lips very gently. It was tentative at first. He just ran his tongue across them. He could feel the heat that generated from them. He pried with his tongue to get them to open for him. Slowly, they opened and his tongue invaded the sweet mouth as he held the boy. Finally, he was lost in his passion and crushing the boy to his chest. "Hey, stud, how about not crushing my ribs."
"Er..er.. I am so sooo sorry. I would never hurt you."
Somehow Rick knew that he was telling the truth. He had noticed Robert watching him from afar. He had always somehow felt safe with him watching him. He felt like if he had to call out for help that Robert would be right there to help. He had jacked off thinking about loosing himself in his imagination where Robert would put his cock up his ass and make passionate love to him. He could barely control himself as he put his clothes back on.
Here he was going to the movie with the man he loved. Hell, he was almost three years older than this stud muffin. He was just in junior high. It did not matter to him. He was everything that Rick could have prayed for. He was gentle with him, and he held onto him to keep him from falling while he was putting his trousers back on. He knew what color his eyes were. How sweet. And that cock. It must be eight inches. Rick worried if he could take it. He had been stretching his ass with a dildo that was just about the same size. Maybe. He sure was willing to try. When he was dressed Robert pulled him to him again. Kissed him gently this time. Robert put his arm around his shoulders as if it were the most natural thing in the world and walked out of the cubicle with him under his arm. They walled down Main Street the same way, with this macho dude's arm across his shoulders holding him as if he possessed him. And he did.
Robert went into the grocery leaving his friend on the side walk. He told his mother that he was going to the movie and would walk back home. He knew it was hot but by the time the double feature was over, it would be cooling down. He doubted that a double feature would cool him down. Not now. After the object of his affection had shown up and they were going on a date. Okay. Then he asked her if he could have someone stay over. He had never had any one stay over since he was in elementary school other than his cousin, Carl. They had always stayed at Gene's house when he was his boyfriend since Gene had a television in his room. They had sat up and watched movies late at night. She asked who. He told her Rick Plum. Sure make sure he tells his mother. And it was set. Not only was he going on his first date he was having his lover spend the night. Lover? Why not? He was pretty sure that Rick felt the same way. When he got back to the street, he was panicky when Rick was not right where he left him. Rick had wandered over to look at the display in the front window of the jewelry stone. When Robert spotted him, he rushed to take him in his arms. He bend to him and told him, "You are so precious. I could not stand to loose you. I have wanted you for so long. I watch you and make sure that no one bothers you. If anything happened to you, it would just kill me." Rick felt his hand pulling him along with him to the movie.
Rick thought that Robert had said everything just short of 'I love you'. What was love if not what he had just declared to honor, protect and cherish. That is what he had pledged to him. If Robert wanted him to be his lover, his boyfriend, he would be it. He would do whatever he could to make this stud happy. He deserved it for being such a loving human. He deserved it for loving me the way he does, he thought. Robert bought the tickets for the movie, gave them to the usher who tore them in two parts. Rick took his part. He knew that he would always keep the stub, because this was his first date with Robert. He could see them years later living together in a cottage, and they would take out the scrapbook and look at the bits and pieces of their life together. The first thing in the book would be the stub from their first movie together -their first date.
Robert had him follow him all the way to the wall on the third from the back row. This was usually the section where couples who were more interested in making out than watching the movie sat. No one seem to mind that they were there. Rob draped his arm over the back of the seat and let his hand fall over his shoulder. He snuggled into his body. He could smell him. It was a mixture of soap, sweat and Old Spice. That was what it was. Surely he did not have to shave yet. He was almost 16, and he did not shave. He shaved the fuzz off his upper lip about once a month. But Rob must be 13 or 14 at the most. Would people say that he was robbing the cradle? Then he thought that they would probably have more than that to say, "faggot", "queer" and all those other derogatory names. If Rob could stand it, then so could he. If Rob did not care what other's said, he did not care either. He rested his head in the hollow of his shoulder feeling the muscles of his stud muffin wrapped around him. I could really get to like this feeling, Rick thought to himself. Once in a while he would open his eyes to make sure that Rob was still there and that the movie was still going on. He slid his hand under Rob's shirt and rubbed his nipples. He explored his chest and his abdomen. Rob shifted so that he could run his hand down his pants. Searching for his treasure, he soon found it. There lying along his thigh was that impressive piece of rock hard cock. He let his finger just barely flutter along the length of Rob's penis. He moved the opposite direction teasing it and delighting in the fact that this powerful cock belonged to his lover. After doing this light touching for a while, he then encircled Rob's member with his small hand. It was almost too large for him to reach around with his hand, but he could just manage. He started moving his hand up and down on the shaft, paying special attention to the corona and the slit on the helmet of his dick. Suddenly, Rob grabbed his hand and made him stop. "Whoa, little man, you are moving too fast. We've got all afternoon and night. I asked my Mom and she said that it was okay for you to stay over at my house as long as you let your mother know where you are. See. There will be time for everything. Believe me I have a lot planned for us. Just sit there and hold it if you want to. It feels really good when you do that, but let's save it until later. Okay?"
"Sure, Rob, I just did not know about the sleep over. I'm sure my Mom will let me stay over," Rick whispered in his ear. The he nibbled on the ear lobe. You would have thought that Robert was coming unglued. He writhed in his seat and pulled Rick away from his ear. "Looks like I have found your spot," Rick whispered. "I'll just make that ear lobe mine."
"I don't know why you are stopping with just an ear lobe. The rest of me belongs to you too, little man."
That was it. Rick about shit. He was calling him "little man". He had a pet name. Okay. This was swell. "Rob, you are so sweet. I love you, Rob." That was the first time that he had called him Rob. Robert was somewhat shocked. First, he had called him Rob. That was not bad. He still did not like Bob, but if he had to call him something Rob or Robby was not that bad. Why had no one ever called him that before? But the Second thing was what blew his mind he said, 'I love you, Rob '.
"I love you, too, little man," and the most natural thing in the world happened. He kissed Rick right on the mouth. Their tongues battled.
And then there it was the dreaded flashlight at the end of the row. The owner of the theater patrolled the aisles to make sure that no one was seriously making out or making noise. After all the Baptist Church could close him down if he were running a lewd establishment. He saw the kiss. He recognized both the boys. He could not have this. Not in his theatre. He motioned for the two of them to come out. He told them to follow him. They did. There was no argument. He was a little surprised most of the teenagers when he called them out tried to put up a hassle. Even the girls sometime called him disrespectful names. He thought maybe these fairies just do not want any trouble. When they reached the lobby. He felt a hand on his shoulder. "Why don't we go to your office up stairs and talk about this?" The hand was strong and insistent. He could tell that this was coming from power. A power that he did not expect from a fairy teenager who he had just caught making out in his theater. He moved up the stairs to his office. He opened the door and moved into the office. He went to set behind his desk when the hand halted him. "Just stand here," it was a voice filled with self assurance. "Mr. Landover, I do not want any trouble. My boyfriend and I got a little carried away. I kissed him. That is what you do to people that you like and especially to people that you love." Landover felt his body being turned around to face this teen for the first time. God, he was a stud. He felt his lips being molested, invaded, caressed, bathed. He wanted to be shocked. Who was this arrogant teenager to think that he could do such a thing? He succumbed to the gentle forcefulness. His tongue was flicking back and forth with electric shock bouncing back and forth each time tongue touched tongue. Then he was sliding. Sliding down. That was so much better. He was on his knees in front of this stud. He could see the outline of his cock in his trousers. This was a man's cock. He wanted it. He had to have it. He could feel the precum leaking into his boxer shorts. He knew that there was an obscene tent in his trousers where his own not so small dick was fighting for release. The boy-man unbuttoned the top button. He took his belt loose and then the zipper. The turgid cock came bounding out. It was not controlled by underwear. The boy did not wear any. Landover reached out for the impressive piece of meat. He brought his adoring mouth to it and tried to take it all. The boy sat back on the leather chair behind his desk. He pulled his head into his lap and reached out for the other boy.
"This has nothing to do with the fact that I love you, little man. It is something that just has to be. There are men out there starving like Ole Landover here. He needs a cock to keep him happy. Right?" and he pulled Landover's chin up with his mouth filled with his dick. "Here, sit with me so I can kiss you and fondle you while he sucks my cock."
Rick moved into the chair and sat with him. Rick had been shocked but not surprised to find Alex sucking Robert's cock. He had been on the verge of tears, and had he been kicked out of the theatre with anyone else other that Robert he would have been in a state of panic. Now this. The second time since he had met the boy, someone was sucking the cock that he longed to suck. He had heard rumors about Landover, but no one had ever acted on them. There was always some kid talking about how he was going to get into the movies for free by giving Landover his cock to suck on. Rick had always thought that it was just boys being hateful because the man was so effeminate.
Rob continued to rub Landover's head as he sucked, but he kissed and fondled his little man at the same time. Landover was moaning in expectation of receiving a load of cum. This was heaven. Nothing like this ever happened in the movies. Robert felt his balls tighten, and he knew that he was about to spray the man's tonsils. One, Two and on three he blew his load into the waiting mouth. Landover struggled to get every drop of the man-boy nectar. He licked it from the source, the bits that spilled into Robert's pubic hair and from his own fingers. It was delicious.
"Did you enjoy that?" Robert asked him.
"What a stupid question. Of course, I loved it."
"Would you like to do it about once a month?"
"Sure, or more. I could never get enough of that sweet dick of yours."
"Well, this is what we will do then, and we should all be happy. I will come by once a month and keep you happy. My boyfriend and I like to go to the movies. You do not need us giving your establishment or you a bad name, so we will just come here to your office and watch the movie from the projection booth. If you would move a sofa in so we can be comfortable."
"Sure. I had thought about getting a sofa incase it was needed anyway."
"Is that agreeable with you Mr.Landover?"
"Sure kid. Just let me know what you want to see. We could even run some private screenings as something extra for you if you would like."
"No, thank you though. We would just like to be treated like everyone else but since that is not possible we have to do what we can. We'll watch what everyone else watches. We'll just watch it from here to keep you out of trouble and us as well."
The boys watched the second movie snuggled in the comfortable big leather desk chair. Rick got a lot of attention from his man to compensate for being left out while he got a blow job from the theatre owner. Rick did have to agree, however, that things seem to be going their way. He felt that whatever was necessary his Rob could take care of it. Rob wondered at his own powers. He knew that he had a large dick. Some had even told him that it was the largest dick on a boy in the county. Well, that must have something to do with his power, but how did he just know how to handle Landover. People appreciated having a big cock to suck it seemed. Alex had told Rob when they went to pay for the jeans that he was buying that he would bring them by his house. Since he had a huge discount for his clothing, he would buy them and then Rob could pay him back. That way Rob could take advantage of Alex's discount. Rob was so nice and honest that Rick thought that he was going to have to make him take Alex up on his offer. Alex had told him that he had done something nice for him, and he wanted to return the favor. Rob seemed to understand that and had agreed. Rob was feeling very confident, but he was humble enough to know that he was not everybody's darling nor could Stanley meet everyone's need for a power tool. He felt so good there.
Watching the movie with his little man and having just had sex. He nodded a couple of times and was soon sound asleep. Nnnvhh. He had his little man squiring and bucking his perfect little cock into the palm of his hand. His little balls sac and little balls were filling up with his cum. Damn but he was cute sitting next to him with his little blue shorts around his ankles and his tight little ass bound in his little white cotton briefs. Robert took his index finger stuck it in his mouth and then he pushed the cotton briefs down around his little man's ankles and slowly inserted his finger into the cavern of his beautiful butt cheeks. Oh yes! Robert thought to himself. I do so love his ass, and he appears to have been stretched by something or someone. He had so hoped that his little man's butt would be cherry for him although he would never hurt him. I guess it is better that way, but his face showed his disappointment.
When the movie was over, he had Rick call his mom from the office. She agreed that he could stay with Robert. Mr. Landover came back in after the movie and told them that he looked forward to them coming to the movies often. Rick smiled. Robert was really nice and said, "Thank you, Mr. Landover. We enjoyed it very much." Rick was surprised that Robert act toward Mr. Landover with just as much respect as he did any other adult.
They were both happy as they made their way down the stairs and out into the evening. It had obviously come a thunder storm while they were watching the movie. It was lots cooler. Tonight was shaping up into one that could make history. Robert realized that people might not understand his and Rick's love so he did not put his arm around him. Once they had left the Main Street and headed down Elm Street, which was his neighborhood, Robert leaned into him and kissed him. He took his hand, and they walked on towards Robert house. They could not know who had seen them kiss as they turned into the street
Elm Street was a quiet residential street that ran off Main Street. It was about two blocks from the business district. The houses on Main Street from the business district to where you turned right onto Elm were large old Victorian Houses. Mostly the one really wealthy family in the area had built them. The grandfather had been the owner of all the land in the area and owned the local tavern, inn, general store and blacksmith shop. He amassed a lot of money in his day and time. Then his sons had been rather lackluster businessmen but were really popular county and state politicians.
They seemed to make money from somewhere. No one asked where because Poinsettia benefited by getting paved streets, street lamps, a railroad and several other beneficial contributions. Thus the two blocks of homes where the Labores lived had one sort of mansion after the other. They were all brick homes with beautiful landscaped front yards. The generations after the politicians were mostly educators and three of them and two of their sons were medical doctors. It would not be until the generation that was the age of Robert and Rick before they would become so decadent that they either drank up, lost in divorce suits or gambled away through just neglect the entire fortune and lost the houses.
Robert always thought what it would be like to live in one of those houses. There where about fifteen of them. All of them were brick with white columns and looked like something out of Gone With the Wind. The younger Labores were sent away to school. Mostly they spent the summers at camp in North Carolina in the mountains where they played tennis. When they were home you could sometimes see them going to the country club in one of the Labore's cars with a black man driving. Yes, there was a country club of sorts. It was a private club and had a nine-hole golf course. The Labores had built it for their own use but did allow certain people that lived in town to join.
Why am I telling you all this about the Labores and the houses on Main Street? Because once you turned the corner and went past the last of the Labore Houses which set way up a knoll away from the street and was surrounded by a cast iron fence that had been there for a lot of years to keep boys from cutting a path across the Labore yard, you came on to Elm Street which was nothing like the two blocks where the Labores lived. The houses were nice. Most of them had been built in the early part of the twentieth century. They were big old Southern houses with lots of front porch to sit on in the evenings and big windows to allow the little breeze you could find to come though the house to cool you. There were a couple of Victorian houses with the ginger bread sort of designs. Then toward the end of the third block there were houses that had been built later. There were a couple of brick homes, but they were smaller than the big white houses. The rest were built after World War Two when everything was booming. They were just what you would call nice regular houses. They were smaller than the other houses but had nice front porches usually made out of cement with wooden banisters. A couple were what you would call range style. They sat long ways on their lots and had wood and lumber on their fronts.
The people who lived here were pretty much like their houses. The people who lived in the big white Southern houses were big white Southern people. Most of them came from families that had either lived in Poinsettia or on a farm nearby for the past hundred years or more. The newer houses were where the people that had moved to Poinsettia in the past fifty years or less lived. Most of them were from other southern towns and had married someone from Poinsettia or had moved here because of a job. Except for the old people who were retired and still lived there, most of the people were middle classed people who were either lawyers, or merchants, like Mister Stanley who owned his own store, the High School principal, the Undertaker and the guy who ran the Poinsettia Gazette, the local weekly newspaper. As they walked down Elm Street Robert thought about the street and the people that lived there.
As they walked he told Rick about who lived in which house. It was strange that most of the families on the street had sons who were about the same ages as they were. As Rick was naming them off. he would mention that he knew that the boy had sucked another person's cock and name the person. There of course was the house were Alex lived. Rick was still trying to reconcile the start quarter back who he knew in school with the boy sucking Robert's dick in the dressing room. The list went on. Finally, he asked Robert, "Is everyone who lives on this block, you know, er.... " He could
not force out the word.
"Well, as far as I can tell right now, yes. Everyone that is our age that lives on this street is queer. That's what I call them. We are the Elm Street Queers. It's like a club." He cracked up laughing as he led Rick up the walk to the big front porch of the last big white Southern house on that block. The house next-door just farther one was one of those they called a ranch style. Elm Street had quiet a mixture of styles and personalities. Both the boys were laughing as they entered the house.
Who was it that saw them turn onto the Elm Street by the Labore House?
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