Welcome again! Here are the legal statements. If you are not yet old enough or if it is not legal to read this type of material where you live, please leave now. If the subject of homosexual relations offends you please read no further. The following story is true, yet some elements are fictionalized and with the exception of Andy (myself), all persons in this story have fictional names to hide their identities and some are composites of several people.
Therefore, Any resemblance to persons living, dead or not yet born are completely accidental and unintentional, so don't go thinking I'm talkin' about you!
The Author reserves all rights. copyright 2005 The Author is Andrew Simon van Ryan. Email me at Zlatazobo@att.net
It's a boys' life!
By Andrew van Ryan
Copyright 2005
Part II
"the Afternoon Sex Club"
As Jim began crawling over to me, Norman suddenly sat up and his body went stiff.
"Listen." he hushed, raising one hand in the air. I strained at the breeze and heard it, too. Faintly at first, then growing progressively louder, a police siren wailed in the distance.
"Cops!" I shouted.
"Run!" Norman screamed.
Jim didn't say anything, but judging by his expression, his mind was too overloaded to even think.
"Come on, this way!" I commanded while springing to my feet. I reached down and pulled my baggies up. Jim stared blankly as Norman started off towards the orange grove.
"Jim! Come on! We gotta go!"
He still didn't move so, holding my shorts with one hand, I grabbed him by his t-shirt and hauled him up.
"Come on grab your pants!" I yelled. Finally, the dazed look in his eyes faded and he seemed to hear me. Snatching up his clothes, he turned and we ran. It was about forty five yards to the first few rows of trees, beyond these we could hide from the police car which was now screaming loudly and definitely coming our way.
"Hurry!" I heard Norm shout from within the grove. Jim and I sprinted faster. I was still holding my shorts up with one hand, while Jim ran, naked from the waist down, his cute butt wiggling wildly with each stride. We entered the edge of the orange grove at full speed, headed for the third row in. I was almost there when my baggies slipped from my hand and dropped around my ankles, tripping me. My thin, youthful body flew recklessly through the air before landing face first in the deep dirt furrows freshly tractored that morning by my dad. I landed with a loud 'Whump!' the sound of which caused Jim to stop dead in his tracks.
The siren now wailed from behind us at an ear splitting volume. I looked back over my shoulder just in time to see Norman tackle Jim to the ground and then camouflage both from view with his army-surplus combat jacket. Gazing beyond where they lay hidden, I witnessed the wailing police car cross over Citrus Ave bridge without any sign of it slowing down.
As the siren dipped in pitch and began fading into the distance, Norms' head peeked from under the jacket.
"Are they gone?"
"Well, they ain't stopping." I huffed, but my words came out muffled. Realizing I had ingested a mouthful of dirt, I started spitting and coughing in an attempt to clear it out.
"Heyeach!" I gasped as muck fell from my wide open maw. Jim peeked out now, and then Norm pulled the jacket away to sit up. As he did so, I noticed his eyes widen.
"Dude! Your nose is bleeding!" He cried out. I immediately touched my face, pulled my hand away and focused on the fingertips. A deep red smear of blood ran across three of them and onto my palm which I stared at blankly, not really getting the message that I was bleeding profusely. I remained there, frozen in shock until the pain began to register, suddenly making my eyes tear up.
I didn't even notice Jim pulling on his clothes or Norman walking towards me. I just drooped over in silence, staring into my palm like some terrified gypsy fortune teller who'd just read a bad omen.
"Andy, get up. We gotta get you to your house, right away." He said in the calmest, softest voice I'd ever heard Norman use. I felt strangely numb as I stood up, knees shaking from the sudden shock to my system. Taking me by the hand, he headed toward my parents house which lay hidden in the trees no more than a hundred and fifty yards away. Jim followed silently behind as we hurried along between the rows fruit trees, Norm leading and me holding my hand to my face. Just as we reached the last tree in the row from where I could see the back of my house, Norm stopped.
"I'd better not go." He stated. "I don't want to get you in more trouble than you already are." I understood and quickly nodded. Glancing at Jim, I nodded in his direction while returning my gaze to Norm.
"OK, Jim. You come with me."
"Why?" Jim questioned as his expression changed from scared to puzzled.
"Just because." Norm replied, grabbing Jims' arm and pulling him along. "Call us later, OK?"
I nodded in silence before turning to run for the backdoor. I hadn't even made it across the lawn when I heard my mothers' scream from the kitchen window.
"ANDY! Oh, my God!" In a split second she was at the backdoor, kneeling with her arms outstretched as I fell into her.
"I broke my nose!" I wailed as she held me. I didn't want to, but I began crying anyway. Hurriedly, Mom helped me inside and as she did, I thought I heard sirens, softly echoing up through the rows of orange trees.
Later on in the evening, I called Jim.
"Hey!" he gasped upon recognizing my voice. "Are you OK?"
"Not too good." I sighed. "But not as bad as I thought. I didn't break it, but It hurts really badly. They gave me some painkillers at the Doctors office and if I sound wiped out, I am. So, what happened after you guys left?" I asked, feeling a bit of jealousy, wondering about the things I feared Norman might have talked Jim into doing.
"Norm got busted!" Jim whispered. "Those cops we ran from were after him!"
"What'd he do?" I asked, pressing for details and momentarily forgetting about the pain.
"You won't believe it." Jim said in a hushed tone. "He flashed his dick at three younger boys when he was on his way to meet us this morning, only one of the boys wasn't a boy; it was an ugly little girl."
"And she told her mom, right?"
"Yeah, and she called the cops. The two real boys told the cops where they last saw Norman and which way he was headed, too." Jim spoke in a nervous chatter.
"So they caught him?" I asked.
"No, they caught US!" Jim replied with a noticeable quiver in his voice.
"No! What happened? Did you get arrested?" I begged in a near panic. "If that dick got you in trouble I'll kick his ass!"
"Nope, I didn't get arrested and I even saved Normans ass, too." Jim said with a little nervousness still in his voice. Then he suddenly became silent, so I waited for him to continue. After I realized Jim was waiting for me, I spoke up.
"Aren't you going to tell me what happened?" I questioned.
"Uhhh.." He stammered. "Andy, can the cops wiretap your phone?"
"No, they gotta have a warrant. Don't you ever watch Dragnet on T.V.?" I reassured him, knowing full well he always watched that show.
"Yeah, OK.." He hesitated. "When we got back to the barranca, there were like, ten cop cars waiting at the bridge. The police saw us walking along and shouted at us to stop and put our hands up. One of 'em said Norm was goin' to jail, but Norm played dumb. Then they put us in the back of a car and started askin' a bunch of questions. But I was smart, Andy and before Norman could answer, I told the police I knew those three kids. I said they were always being mean to us and trying to get us in trouble all the time. Norman just kept nodding his head as I talked. When I finished, I started crying like I do when I want something my mom doesn't want to buy me."
"Oh, man! You did that?" I gasped into the phone. "Man! And they believed you?"
"Yep!" he whispered, now with a bit of an air of smugness appearing in his voice. "They let us go and didn't even call our parents!" his voice then became a whisper again. "The only thing is they said they're gonna be watchin' Norman and me real close. If they get anymore reports like that or catch us doing somethin' bad, we'll be arrested."
I thought this over quickly, and then gave Jim my opinion.
"They're just saying that to scare you."
"Well, it did scare me, Andy." He said returning to a whisper. "You know how Norman is. He swears he didn't flash the kids, but I don't know. He's always getting into some kinda trouble. If he does something now, they'll take me too!"
"No they won't. " I stated. "Norm's gonna get in deep shit someday, for sure. I don't know what's wrong with his brain, It's like he wants to get busted or somethin' and he just keeps doing things worse and worse. The guys a sicko, Jim. So you don't hang around with him and they won't arrest you. If you do hang out with him, he might do something really sick to you." I hoped Jim would believe this little white lie I was telling. The real fact was, Norman had pissed me off by sucking Jims cock and I didn't want him doing it again.
Jim was my boyfriend! Well, kinda anyway. He liked to kiss and make out, but Jim didn't like me calling him 'my boyfriend'. He thought it sounded way too weird and was afraid someone might overhear me calling him that. He was terrified other kids would begin calling him 'Andy's Little Boyfriend' in the mean teasing way kids taunt each other, so I never said it anymore. I really wanted a boyfriend and even though I knew deep down inside Jim wasn't the right one, I still felt possessive of him.
We'd started experimenting with sex on sleepover nights three months ago. Most Fridays we stayed at his folks and Saturdays we stayed at my grandmothers' house. Saturdays were best because my grandmother went to bed at 8:00pm, telling us we could stay up til midnight as long as we didn't wake her up or make a big mess in the living room or the basement we used as our bedroom.
The basement was one half the depth of the house and ran the full width of it. My dad had built the house for her with the intention of making the basement a guest apartment.
It had its own bathroom, but dad never went any farther with the guest room project. The kitchenette and separate bedroom were never constructed, so it remained this one, long giant room. Nice carpeting and a gas fireplace kept it warm in the winter and being below ground kept it cool in summer. It had a sofa, some chairs and a table, but the best feature was the queen size bed!
Jim and I spent many a naked night together in that bed, and we'd have still been spending Saturday nights there if Norman hadn't shown up drunk one night and woke my grandmother by yelling our names repeatedly.
"You don't like Norman very much, do you?" Jim asked, bringing me back to reality.
"No, not too much." I sighed, remembering how he'd tricked us earlier with his cigarette magic.
"How come?"
"Huh? How come?" I paused, thinking. "I think he's a perv, that's what gets to me. He has weird ideas about stuff."
Now it was Jims turn to lecture me.
"You should be nice to him, Andy. He really likes you and he's real sorry about waking your grandmother up and besides, what about the blowjob he gave you today? Didn't you.."
"OK, James!" I snapped, cutting him off mid sentence. If I hadn't interrupted him, Jim would have continued nonstop til morning. By calling him James, I also showed my displeasure with him for reminding me about our morning encounter.
"You know today was supposed to be just us. " I began. "Then Norm comes along and screws everything up. First, he gets your cock in his mouth with that stupid smoke trick, sucks me off even though I really didn't want him to and then the cops come looking for him. Shit, if the cops came a minute later, I could've been caught with your cock in my mouth, you know. Then we'd really have been busted. Instead, I just end up with a fractured nose and two black eyes, while you end up crying and locked in the back of a police car. Tell me again why I should be nice to him?" I demanded.
"Well, he likes you." Jim replied pensively. "Maybe you should."
"No, Stop! Maybe I should just get off the phone." I snapped back at him. I paused for a split second to consider how Jim might react, and then hung up anyway. I stared at the phone, fuming mad. Given that Jim's dad wouldn't let him make calls after sunset I knew I had til morning to think things over.
Jim was right about one thing, Norman did like me. Maybe more than like, even. Maybe Norman was in love with me, or maybe, just maybe, he worshiped me, was obsessed with me and would continue pursuing me all the days of my life.
I thought for a moment, deciding he probably wasn't really obsessed after all, but he could have talked himself into thinking he was in love with me. Infatuation was the word and I'd learned its meaning just two days ago at the library.
Norman had started calling me at home last year, a few days after he'd stumbled upon Matt and I, stark naked and 69ing in the tall grass by the barranca. He scared us at first, making it sound like he would rat us out, but then he'd started laughing, saying he was only kidding and that he thought what we were doing was cool. To prove it, he took off his clothes, too. Norman sucked both our cocks that day and I'd sucked his.
That had been my mistake, sucking his cock. He had never let me alone after that, at times practically begging me to get naked with him. Matt got tired of him following us everywhere and almost quit coming over. I got to see Matt maybe once a month now, outside of school. He finally pissed me off completely by offering money. I'd blown up, screaming at him for chasing my best friend away, telling him I'd never, ever let him suck my cock again and now, what had I done? I'd made a foolish challenge to his stupid trick and he'd jumped at the opportunity, deceiving both Jim and I in the process.
No, I didn't like Norman very much, if at all. The weird stuff he sometimes talked about bothered me, too. Like when he said he wanted to fuck a goat. What the hell was that all about, I wondered? I couldn't tell if he was serious when he said it, but now he had whipped his dick out in front of some little kids? Sick. He was sick. Also, I couldn't help thinking Norman wasn't really gay. He was a perv and using the word gay to describe a perv was an insult to us boys who really are gay!
Sometimes people believe all gays are pervs too, but it isn't true. I still believed in finding the right boyfriend, the one you fell in love with and that you stayed with forever. If they'd let me, I would marry the guy I fell in love with! Guess you could say I was like every other boy in middle school, except I wanted to kiss boys, not girls.
I wouldn't go wavin' my dick around in public, and I sure didn't wanna screw no goats, either! Norman was really sick, I decided, but then a thought struck me. Something my grandmother had taught.
"Never make a judgment until you've heard both sides of a story and listened to the stories of any witnesses. That's the only fair way!" she'd told me on several occasions.
I think Grandmother had ideas of me becoming a lawyer someday, perhaps even a judge. No Thanks, I'd say!
I was still staring at the phone, but my anger was starting cool.
"Hmmm.." I sighed, and then nearly jumped out of my skin as it started to ring. I watched it ring a second time, and then picked up the handset.
"Hello."
"Andy..." the voice on the other end sobbed. "Why do you hate me?" It took a second to register, 'cause I'd figured it was going to be Jim, but that wasn't Jims voice. It was Normans. And he was crying.
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