DISCLAIMER: This is a series of fictional stories about teenaged boys and young men confused over their sexuality. There are graphic descriptions of sexual activity, most of it homosexual. If you are not permitted to read such material, stop now. The author reserves copyright.
Benny Ball
It was a whorehouse in Saigon in 1966 where it first occurred to Boyd Sutherland that he might be queer. It was a surprise, not a shock, but a surprise.
He was a 21 year old steely eyed killer, in the army for three years, and nearing the end of his first tour of duty in Viet Nam. He'd been to jump school, and liked the army life and planned to make it a career. Being queer might be a problem.
Boyd was on a three day pass from his unit on patrol duty in the Mekong Delta and was with three friends, one of whom "knew a place." They'd paid a small entry fee which allowed them to sit in a lounge and pay inflated prices for drinks. Periodically the madam would open a curtain and parade the available girls across a stage semi-nude to advertise their availability. At the end of the line was a totally nude boy.
He was a man, actually. Asians all look young, but the effect was of a teenaged boy prancing across the stage with a saucy smile, a perfect hairless butt, and a bouncing uncircumcised man's dick. Boyd's breath caught in his throat, and stayed there until the boy flounced off and the shocked crowd began to hoot and laugh. It was a joke, but it wasn't a joke. He was there, and he was for sale just like the girls.
"Boyd! Did'ja ever think you'd get a chance to fuck a VC instead of just shootin' 'em?" One of the guys whispered as the noise died down.
"Hell, Wayne, he might end up fucking you!" Boyd retorted quick as a flash, bravado covering a pounding heart.
He picked the prettiest of the available girls, paid for a double, which was two rounds with the same girl, and performed just fine. But, that boy was on his mind the rest of the night and on the bus back to camp the next day.
It didn't start in Saigon. It started in his driveway, six years before.
Boyd's house had a two car garage with a wide flat driveway and a regulation basketball goal attached to the garage. There were a million basketball goals in driveways in America, but many weren't level, or the driveway too narrow, or the goal not a regulation 10 feet high. This one was perfect, and Boyd spent hours shooting baskets, playing HORSE and one on one with friends, neighbors, and family. He was good.
On the day in question Boyd was playing HORSE with his sister Mavis, her best friend Maedean Ball, and their boyfriends, all seniors in high school. Boyd was a sophomore, the pesky little brother. In addition, there was Benny Ball, Maedean's even peskier little brother, a mere freshman.
Boyd had sunk a long difficult shot and was prancing about celebrating his prowess when Benny Ball stepped behind him and yanked his pants down.
There he was, cotton athletic shorts down around his knees, and his willy and scones exposed for everyone to see. Howls of laughter and derision put him in his place. He quickly pulled up his shorts, and turned to wreck retribution on Benny Ball, who was sprinting down the street, a hundred feet away already. He joined chase, laughter in the background. The older boys were glad to get rid of both the little brothers.
Like a wolf running down a deer, Boyd set a fast sustainable pace and wore down his quarry. The chase took them through yards and down alleys and six blocks away behind the grocery store, Boyd turned on a sprint and caught Benny. "You little son of a bitch!" Boyd said as he overtook him and landed a fist in the middle of his back as hard as he could. The loud thump and give of flesh as Benny stumbled forward felt good. Really good. Benny fell to the ground, gasping for breath.
"Corky and Bob," gasp, "told me to do it!"
"Where are they now?" Boyd pounded both fists into Benny's chest, sparing his face for the moment, venting rage but holding back just enough not to break his nose or teeth. Benny grabbed Boyd's arms and they rolled in the dirt of the alley. He was strong, but Boyd was stronger Overpowering Benny, feeling his smaller body tense, strain, and finally give way was thrilling and Boyd pinned him, then relaxed to let him break free and almost get away then pinned him again.
"Ow, that hurts!" Benny began to cry. It didn't get him any mercy.
"Oh, you're gonna pay," Boyd said as he held Benny's arms down and sat across his middle. He could feel Benny's insignificant little 14 year old penis and balls beneath his butt. He gathered spittle in his mouth and leaned forward over his face.
"No!" Benny gave a mighty heave, to no avail. "I'll tell," he said in desperation.
I'll kill your dog."
"No!"
"Is this what you wanted to see?" Boyd asked as he reached up the leg of his cotton shorts and extracted his dick.
Benny's eyes got wide. Boyd leaned forward and rubbed the cock head over Benny's forehead, nose, and lips.
"No!" He renewed his struggle.
Boyd noticed that his organ was lengthening. He hadn't thought of this as being a sexual moment, but he was getting hard. That saved Bennie. Boyd was still a modest adolescent and didn't want Benny to see him hard. That would change. He let Benny up.
"Ick," Benny said, wiping his face. "Even?"
"Maybe," Boyd said, brushing off.
"Weenie boy!" Someone said passing in the hall the next week at school. Boyd was humiliated again.
A few hours later he saw Benny in the hall and just as he passed his fist shot out and hit Benny on the shoulder with all his force. Benny was laid out flat on the floor stunned. People crowded around.
"What happened?"
"He must have slipped.
"Maybe he had a seizure."
A few days later Boyd came up behind Benny in the hall during lunch and landed another full force punch to his back, leaving him gasping on the floor. Nobody saw. Boyd felt good all afternoon.
The teasing stopped and with it, the retribution. Two weeks later Benny cautiously approached Boyd from across the street as he was playing basketball by himself in the driveway.
"Can I play?"
"Sure," Boyd said, pretty much over the whole pants thing.
They played one on one for half an hour, then Benny blocked Boyd, knocking him flat, grabbed the ball and ran to an easy layup.
"Benny rises for two," he said imitating a popular radio play by play announcer of the day.
Boyd gave him a shove and a warning and took the ball back and they started again. Within five minutes he did it again, tripping Boyd and grabbing the ball for an easy layup.
Infuriated, Boyd grabbed him and they fell to the ground on the concrete driveway, fists flying. Boyd quickly subdued Benny and came to sit across his middle, feeling Benny's dick under his butt. He punched Benny hard in the chest and the arms and shoulders as he squirmed and tried to avoid the blows. He stopped and looked around. Completely exposed in the driveway any passerby or neighbor could see them. Boyd relaxed and Benny jumped up.
"Come on you little shit!" Boyd grabbed Benny and pushed him to the side of the garage, then between it and the neighbor's garage into the back yard, fenced, private, not visible from the street or house. He pushed Benny to the ground and was on him in a flash, pulling his own shorts down rubbing a fully erect penis on Benny's face. No longer shy about being seen hard, Boyd pulled it upward so Benny could see the length of it, and rubbed it on his nose and lips while he turned side to side resisting. Excited, Boyd began to masturbate.
"No," Benny said turning his face to the side so Boyd couldn't force it into his mouth.
Boyd sped up, hand now a blur, climax approaching, spurred on by Benny's fear and shock.
"Don't!" Benny turned to the side.
Boyd leaned forward as the climax hit and his ejaculation shot out onto the ground beside Benny's left ear. The spasm was intense. It felt like Boyd's asshole shot out the end of his dick and drug the rest of his body with it, turning him inside out.
Spent, he rolled off letting Benny jump up.
"Did you get any on me?" He asked frantically.
Boyd didn't care. He lay on the ground, dick deflating and pulling back into his shorts.
"Really, did any get on me?"
"No."
Benny's dick was hard, tenting out the front of his shorts.
Friends dropped by most afternoons for basketball, while the weather held, and Benny was just another boy shooting baskets and dribbling on the concrete driveway. Weeks past before it was just the two of them again. When it happened, Benny wasted no time in shoving Boyd, and the fight was on.
Anger turned to rage after Benny bumped Boyd and when Boyd grabbed him to retaliate Benny giggled. This time Boyd punched Bennie in the face and split his lip. They fell to the concrete and Boyd continued pounding poor hapless Benny, now no longer giggling.
"Funny is it?" Blows flailed from both sides as Boyd tried his best to hit Benny, flat on his back, in the face or side of the head.
"Stop!" Benny cried, struggling.
Boyd did stop, abruptly, then relaxed and Benny jumped up and made a move toward the street. Boyd lurched after him and caught him by the belt. He rose and pulled Benny behind the garage.
Boyd grabbed him and they fell to the ground, Boyd covering the struggling Benny. He covered Benny with his arms and legs and rolled back and forth, feeling Benny struggle, letting him have just enough freedom to almost get free. He loved the helpless struggle, the muscles tensing and then giving way to superior strength. Only when Benny was too exhausted to continue did Boyd relax and sit back on his hips astride Benny's waist. The belt was loosened and the zipper opened and Boyd took out his dick, rock hard.
"Put it in your mouth," Boyd said flatly.
Completely beaten, exhausted, Benny flexed his neck to reach the dick and began to suck the head. Boyd shifted upward and Benny sucked more dick into his puffy lips, leaving blood on the shaft.
Boyd shifted his knees off of Benny's arms and raised his butt off of his waist. Benny made no move other than to clasp Boyd's buttocks and bob quickly up and down. Climax came quickly, and Benny recoiled, not expecting it. The ejaculation started in his mouth and spurted onto his nose and eyes when he pulled his head back. Boyd's pleasure increased as he watched Benny take cum shots to the face and then hair as he turned his head to the side.
The next weekend it rained, and Boyd's parents had gone to Memphis for the day. He was changing the oil in the old pickup truck they sometimes let him drive to school. Benny stopped by. They talked amicably for awhile, then Boyd abruptly reached out and grabbed Benny by the arm and pulled him in front of the truck.
"Suck," he said, forcing Benny to his knees as he pulled out his cock.
No other words were spoken as Benny complied, taking Boyd's lengthening penis into his mouth, trying to swallow the flexible tube until it was rigid, then pumping with hand and lips for the few minutes it took to get semen. He swallowed. Every drop.
Then they finished changing the oil.
"You want to see Maedean's tits?" Benny asked soon after that.
"Yeah!, She's got the finest rack in town," Boyd responded. They were playing ball as usual. "How?"
"Come over about five," Benny said. "We'll go up to my room to trade comic books, so bring some with you."
Boyd knocked on the door and Benny let him in. They went into the kitchen and Boyd was greeted by Mrs Ball. Boyd wasn't a regular at their house, though his sister Mavis was. He was offered a drink and declined, then he and Benny went upstairs.
"Maedean's got a date tonight and she'll be in the shower any minute," Benny whispered. He showed Boyd a hole he'd drilled in the wall of his room, which adjoined the bathroom. "This hole comes out right next to the toilet, she'll never see it."
Within a couple minutes she came down the hall in a robe and closed and locked the bathroom door. Benny knelt and pulled a matchstick he had plugged his peep hole with and looked in.
"Now," he whispered, and stood aside.
Boyd knelt and peeked through the hole. Maedean Ball had taken off the robe and was unsnapping the back of her bra. Big white breasts tumbled out of the bra, then she turned to the shower and adjusted the water giving Boyd a brief look at her behind. Then she was out of sight.
"Eat me," Boyd commanded, standing and turning to face Benny.
"No, not here," Benny said frantically, seeing the heat rise so quickly in Boyd. "Let's go out back, to the barn."
"That was fast," Mrs Ball said as they rushed out the kitchen door to the back yard and small pasture where the Ball's kept a horse. She watched them suspiciously from the window until they disappeared around the side of the barn. She was about to follow them out when, five minutes later they re-emerged carrying a box of old comics Benny had hidden out there. Satisfied, she went back to her preparation for the evening meal. Boyd left and Benny came back into the kitchen, the picture of innocence. She couldn't see the 40 million sperm swarming in his mouth and throat and dying already from the acid in his stomach.
After his Viet Nam tour Boyd was assigned to Ft. Benning, Georgia as an instructor in the jump school he'd finished just over a year before. He checked into the post, was assigned quarters, dropped off his gear, then signed out for three weeks of leave. He'd already planned a stop off before he showed up back at home in Arkansas.
They were called queer bars then, and there was one in mid-town Memphis. Boyd found it, found a nearby Holiday Inn, checked in, and then went to Poplar Plaza to buy some clothes. He got slacks and a polo shirt and loafers at Penny's. Then went back to the Holiday Inn, showered, and was at The Key for happy hour.
"No kissing," Boyd said as they crossed Union Avenue several hours later.
"Why not, you don't like me?" Brad said, not realizing how close he was to physical danger. He was a music major at Christian Brother's College. Their talk had been mostly about Brad, his favorite subject. Boyd had circled him, watching him watch Boyd, applauding when he'd taken to the piano and played a few songs, then asking just enough questions to keep him talking. He was unaware that Boyd was in the army, that he'd just come back from Viet Nam, or that he'd killed a Vietcong soldier with his K-Bar knife less than a month before. Struggling in knee deep water and mud in a rice paddy Boyd had thrust the knife into the man's lower abdomen and gutted him with a quick upward thrust, then thrust again up into his chest and found his heart. The man bled out in a hot rush as Boyd pushed his still quivering body up onto the dike to take the bullets his compatriots were frantically firing as Boyd's squad approached on their bellies through the mud at night. That knife was strapped to Boyd's ankle.
"I've got some whiskey," Boyd said after closing the door and throwing the key on the desk.
"Oh, I only drink vodka," Brad said, inspecting the room.
Boyd poured himself three fingers of bourbon over ice from the ice bucket, took a sip and turned back to Brad.
"Suck."
"Just like that?"
"Suck." Boyd pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and flexed his chest muscles. If Benny had been there he would have warned Brad that trouble was only an instant away.
"Oh my, where have you been." Brad sank to his knees, fumbling with Boyd's belt. He extracted Boyd's stiffening dick.
The sucking began and Boyd relaxed, sipping his drink. He pulled Brad off long enough to drop his pants and shorts, and then pushed his dick back into Brad's mouth. He was uncertain about what came next. He knew all about coming in Brad's mouth, but what happened then? He wanted to try this queer thing but he really didn't relish the prospect of Brad coming in his mouth, or even sucking on Brad's dick.
Brad stopped and stood, fumbling in his pants and coming up with a little tube of something. He knelt back in front of Boyd and applied some to Boyd's dick.
Curious, Boyd watched as Brad stood again, opened his belt and unzipped, pulling his pants down he turned and knelt on the side of the bed. Turning toward Boyd and smiling expectantly, Brad put some of the material on his finger and circled it around his anus, then lowered his head to the bed and pulled his buttocks apart.
"OK," Boyd thought, now seeing how this was to go. He stepped forward and pushed his dick into Brad's asshole. Enveloped, warm, and with a rising sense of excitement, Boyd began to pump.