The Queer Road
DISCLAIMER: These are fictional stories of teenaged boys and young men confused by their sexuality. There are graphic descriptions of sexual activity, most of it homosexual. If you aren't allowed to view such material stop now. Author retains copyright.
Uncle Billy's Panther
At the end of the Korean War my mother's younger brother Billy came home from three years in the Marine Corps and got a job as a mechanic at the local Sinclair station. He was a small wiry guy, good looking with dark hair and eyes that flashed mischief. He had an Indian motorcycle and a half finished panther tattooed on his back.
Billy was always into it with somebody about something, usually a girl was involved. If a high school girl rode through town on the back of that Indian, within minutes she'd have a reputation, and Billy would have a father or maybe the local police chief on the phone reminding him of the consequences of diddling an underage girl. Women would pull into the station and ask to "have Billy fill my tank." I was fourteen that summer, and I thought Billy was all I ever wanted to be. I'd stop by the station on my way home from school, and if I was late for chores or supper my mother knew where to call.
Saturdays would find me and a couple buddies standing entranced by the grease rack, watching Billy dressed in his green Sinclair uniform, changing oil and telling stories of the war, and leave in Japan.
"Them Geisha girls can show these local girls a thing or two about treatin' a man right," he'd say and then launch into a tale of sex with Japanese women. Our eyes were wide, and more than once I had to stand behind a stack of oil cans to hide the bulge in my jeans. I noticed I wasn't' the only one. Billy saved the best stories for when it was just me and him, after all, he'd say, "We're family." Some of those stories took on a different focus.
"You ever had your dick sucked?" He asked one Saturday afternoon after the other boys had gone home and it was just the two of us. We were standing under a car on the grease rack.
"I've never had a date." I responded.
"Don't need to have a date to get your dick sucked. Navy guys sucked a lot of Marine dick on my ship"
"That's queer!" I said, aghast. I knew there were guys who sucked other guys, but I didn't want to talk about it. That was a big taboo.
"It happens," he said as he opened the drain on a '49 Studebaker and let the old black oil spurt out into the oil drain. "I seen three of em kneeling on the stern of our ship after we'd been out about a month. They was back in the shadows behind a big air vent. You could see em back there, and there were guys goin' back there."
"Why?"
"Why they goin' back there or why the Navy guy'd be kneeling back there," he laughed, watching me as he let the oil drain.
"Well, both," I said showing my confusion. I thought guys sucked guys because the other guy made them, or because they were queer and that was something that happened to people elsewhere, not in our town.
"On one a them ships, you're packed in like sardines sleeping in hammocks, there ain't no room and there ain't no place to beat your meat. You been without pussy for a couple months, and on the way to Korea you're worried you're gonna get shot and ain't never gonna get another piece of ass. It's good to get your dick sucked."
"In front of other guys?"
"You don't know everyone on the ship, and it's dark. I wouldn't have let a guy blow me down on the Marine deck during the day, but at night up on the stern? Yeah, I got my dick sucked."
"What's it like?"
"It's good, just like when a girl does it." He closed the drain and changed the oil filter, then went around hitting the grease ports with his hydraulic grease gun, and then he was done and let the car down.
"Why'd the guy, you know, in the dark?"
"Anytime you get a thousand horny guys you're gonna get some who'll suck a dick. On shore, those same guys probably went with girls, maybe not, I don't care what they did." He shrugged.
"Marines do it too?"
"Ain't no queer Marines," he said abruptly. The stories went on in a different vein, but a week later we were back there again on a Saturday. We were leaning into the engine compartment of a pickup.
"Girls come down here cause I got a big dick," he said, tinkering with a timing screw.
"Girls like that?" I asked, wondering why they'd want a big one rather than a more modest one.
"Hell yes, guys do too."
"What do guys care about your dick?"
"Suck it."
"It's more fun to suck a big one?"
"I had this Navy guy, after we were done in Korea, on the way home. He was a radio repair guy, and his shop was just above the Marine deck."
"Wait, what's this `Marine deck?'"
"It was a Marine assault ship, all the Marines are on one deck with our vehicles and artillery. The front of this thing opens up on the beach and we drive off. They keep us on that deck too, Goddamned Navy don't want Marines and sailors mixing in bunks. Anyway, this Navy guy got to hanging around the passageway by our deck. We wouldn't let sailors just drop in, so he'd hang out at the bulkhead. I figured he wanted some Marine dick, so I gave him a shot at it and he went right down, blew me in the head during a fire drill."
"You just flop it out and they suck it?"
"Well, there might have been some discussion. So, he's up one deck in his shop repairing radars or something, and whenever I want to drop a load, I just saunter up there. He locks the door and five minutes later I'm out feeling good."
I just shook my head. I was standing behind a stack of cases of oil.
"Suckin' dick is OK if you don't get hooked on it. These guys swallow cum, and that's what gets `em hooked."
"Swallow cum?"
"Oh yeah. My Navy guy swallowed my load. It'd get his dick up real hard, then he'd jack it himself. Wouldn't let me open the door until he'd shot off too."
"That doesn't sound like fun," I said.
"Tell you what, you suck my dick. I bet you five bucks you like it."
"I don't want to be one of those guys kneeling behind some air vent."
"I won't let you get hooked. I seen plenty of guys suck, and not ever get hooked."
"You ever do it?"
"No reason to, no reason not to. Just never got around to it."
About that time the customer bell went off, somebody was coming in for gas. Billy looked out and and then said, "Go back in the office, keep behind the door. Don't make a noise." He went out and I heard him greet a customer.
"Hey, mister Fowler. Need some gas?"
They talked while Billy rang up the pump and filled the tank. Then I heard him tell the man to pull into the grease rack.
"We can have a look at it in here. Just pull it in." Billy ran it up and looked under the car. While they were under there I heard Mr. Fowler ask Billy a question.
"Anyone else here," he asked quietly.
"Just us, boss goes home at noon."
"I hear you got a panther tattooed on your back. I'd like to see it."
"Well, Mr. Fowler, it ain't finished, and I just got another part done last week and it's got a scab on it."
"I'll give you five bucks," the man said.
"Oh! For five bucks you can have the whole show. Here, let me close this door." I heard the big garage door slide down. I peeked through the crack by the hinges of the office door. Billy walked back under the car on the grease rack and pulled his shirt off. He turned and showed Fowler the panther. It was black and the head was on his left shoulder with the back angling down across his back and the tail curled around his ribs on the right. That was where the new work had been done.
"That's something, you get that in Japan?"
"Started it there, got the pattern at home. Still workin' on it." After an awkward silence Billy added, "You want the whole show?"
"Yeah."
Billy opened his belt and zipped down the green Sinclair uniform pants, then pulled his boxers down. The man stared at his dick and balls for a few seconds before Billy turned around and showed him his butt cheeks, then back to the dick. "Enough?"
"Yeah." Fowler dug out his wallet and gave Billy the five and quickly left.
"See, some guys like a good sized dick," Billy said, closing the door after Fowler. "Fowler's been nosin' around here for awhile. I figured he wanted something. Don't you be tellin' any of your buddies about this. Come back here next week, I bet Fowler'll show you something else."
Sure enough, the next Saturday just at closing, Fowler was back for gas, and there was some noise they hadn't fixed the last week. This time I was up on the tire shelf behind some used tires when they brought the car in and put it up on the rack. Good thing, because Fowler checked the office before he asked to see the panther again.
"You want somethin' else?" Billy asked simply with his pants down. His dick was full but not standing. It looked a lot bigger than it had before.
"Maybe."
"You want to touch it?"
"Maybe."
"Tell you what. For ten bucks you can have five minutes with it, anything you want to do."
"Ten minutes."
"Ok. But if you want to take it all the way to the barn, it's more. I got a date tonight and she expects a full tank, you know?"
"Fifteen."
"Take it."
Fowler took off his suit coat and laid it on the counter, then sat on a case of oil and motioned for Billy to approach. He wrapped his hands around Billy's bare ass and caressed his butt cheeks, then kissed and licked Billy's dick until it stood tall. It was impressive. Then Fowler impaled himself on it, slowly taking that big cock down his throat until it was all gone. I was amazed. Then he came up for air, licked some more, and then started bobbing. In five minutes Billy stiffened and let out a little moan, Fowler pulled off about halfway and worked the head with faster strokes, then went down to the base and swallowed a couple times, then pulled back and let it slip out.
"Uhnnh," Fowler said, swallowing again, then standing and coughing as he stepped away.
Billy pulled his pants up and stuffed his soft dick back into his shorts. He looked a little embarrassed. Fowler left.
"Listen you little shit, if you tell anyone about this I'll pound your ass. You hear?"
"I ain't telling." I said, truthfully.
"I know you ain't," he said, relaxing a little. "Fifteen bucks is enough for a tank a gas, a case of beer, and big thick steak for me and my date tonight. Told you havin' a big dick was good."
I jacked off three times that night.
"Hey, who are those boys?" Billy pulled me into the office one afternoon when I was helping out at the station.
"Ray and Carl, they're in the tenth grade."
"I think you can watch a couple guys goin' down the queer road. They come in here after school and both go into the men's room over there. They stay in there talkin' and gigglin'."
"Both in the bathroom?"
"Yeah. Hey Jake, those are the two guys who hang out in the head aren't they?"
"That tall one comes in here with another guy, too. Has a car. They bought rubbers last week."
"See?" Billy said as we went back into the shop. I was pulling the lug nuts off a car on the rack so we could rotate the wheels. Billy was on the bench cleaning a carburetor.
"What do queers need rubbers for?" I whispered, not wanting the boss to hear.
"They want to suck, but they don't want to swallow cum. It's so they don't get hooked, see? You see two guys buying rubbers, one a them is gonna be on the other's peter pretty quick."
"Oh," I said, buying his explanation, and wondering if it was Ray or Bud who sucked. "Couldn't they just spit it out?" "Oh sure, that's what most guys do. Maybe they don't like the taste."
"What does cum taste like?"
"Don't know. That Navy guy sure liked it. Fowler too."
"He kind of coughed or choked right after he finished you up. Maybe he didn't like it."
"He liked it."
"Is he a queer?"
"No, Fowler's no queer. He just likes to suck a dick now and then. He's got a wife and kids." Billy was silent for awhile and then said quietly almost to himself, "he better stop swallowin' that stuff, though or he will get hooked."
Carl was a lanky goofball, always clowning in class. He had acne pretty bad and was certainly nothing the girls would go for. Ray was smaller, about my size, and completely ordinary as far as I could see. I watched them closely the next week and got no clues as to their sex lives. I hung around them for a few weeks, not knowing what I wanted if they should notice me. I was a mere freshman, and they were mighty sophomores, they took no notice.
I continued to hang out around the station, and Billy kept asking me to suck his dick. I refused. Then, something happened that changed everything.
I had other things to do on Saturdays so I wasn't always there, but on the days I was, no Fowler. I asked Billy once about him and he was grumpy and brushed me off. Then there was a Saturday when I had a baseball game, but midway through the afternoon it was rained out. I hitched a ride home with a teammate and changed clothes. I had time before supper so I put on my raincoat and rode my bike down to the station. It was rainy and windy and dark and the station was closed. The lights were off and there was nobody around, but Fowler's car was parked by the service side of the building. I tried the door but it was locked. The door to the service bay was closed. I walked around to the back of the station, and slipped between the station and the education building of the Baptist Church. It had been built years after the station, and it essentially blocked the back of the station, with it's two windows into the office and the service bay. I crouched down to pass the window to the office and carefully peaked around the corner of the service bay window, nothing. I turned to walk back out, feeling sneaky and guilty when I heard something in the office. I looked in.
Billy and Fowler both had their pants down, and Billy was leaning over the desk, Fowler behind him. Billy held his ass cheeks apart, and Fowler was vigorously fucking him up the butt. The noise I'd heard was Fowler grunting. Billy's face was down on the desk. I watched the act to completion. Fowler was more muscular than I would have thought, his butt clenched each time he thrust into Billy, and he grunted with each thrust. Soon he sped up and then tensed as he ejaculated into Billy, then slowed. He stood still for a minute, his dick, which I couldn't see still buried. Then he stepped back and turned toward the window, I ducked down.