Chapter 3 Car & Driver
Fate has a way of getting things straight and at times it has more than a little to do with guys discovering they are gay. On a beautiful clear warm day in May fate has stepped forward and is about to go into action.
Craig sat in his car one block over from school, thinking it was a terrible day to be going to school. He hadn't seen Billy since that day he shot in his clothes over a week before, and he had also stopped waking up in the morning thinking about Billy's cock, though that' s what he still thought about while he jacked off.
Billy was having similar thoughts about going to school, or not going to school as fate would have it. Billy was walking along the same block where Craig had parked to vacillate over his decision, he too was wondering how he could avoid crossing the field to the school when he came upon Craig's car and it was suddenly clear to both of them what they needed to do.
Opening the door without warning, he dropped into the passenger seat saying, "Let's skip, dude. Where ever you want to go, whatever you want to do, my treat, let's blow this joint."
At first startled, Craig looked at his young companion and said, "Yes. That's just what we're going to do. It's too nice today to be cooped up in there."
"I knew you were cool," Billy said, "I've been trying to think of a reason not to go to school since I left the house. This looks like it. You waiting for me or something?"
"Where's Richard?" Craig asked, turning away from the school at the first corner.
Billy looked at his watch saying, "Right now he's waiting at the gym door for me." He laughed, showering his books over the backseat. "Poor fool would have said, oh, we can't skip, we might get caught, Billy. He's no fun at times like these. Richard's still worried about you telling his brother about us catching him that day. I keep telling him you're too cool to do that."
"Tell him what? I don't know anything to tell. Everyone jacks off," Craig said. "If that's all he's ever done, he don't have much to worry about."
"The other stuff. About the dirty books and like that. You know the Fruitman. His brothers know about the Fruitman. Richard thinks you might ask Tommy about him."
"I don't know anything about it. Just you and Richard talking around in circles. I was there reading the book too. Why would I say anything? There's nothing to say. You two could bust me, anyway."
"Didn't tell any one about my dick?" Billy said boldly, looking for Craig's reaction as he moved around to get comfortable in the seat.
"About your dick. What would I tell anyone about your dick? Hey, I was looking at this guy's dick. Right! Get serious, Billy, no one would understand why I was talking about a guy's dick."
"Most guys have to tell someone how big it is. I get guys I don't know asking to see it. Usually after a friend of theirs saw how big it gets," he said, looking out the window as though they were discussing the weather and he was checking it. "You don't have any friends or you just weren't impressed?"
"I haven't seen very much of it, and no, there's no one I want to tell about it. I only saw what you made sure I saw that first time. I don't know how big it gets except by feeling it through your shorts, so not much to tell anyone. You shower with all those guys. Don't they want to see it? It's only curiosity anyway."
"I don't get hard in the shower. Everyone would think I'm queer if I threw a bone in the shower, dude. If I'm too horny I just don't shower. No sense in giving away something you can get paid for."
"You mean you get too horny around those naked boys, Billy?" Craig asked, fishing for information.
"Only when they bend over next to me," Billy said. "But I'm too horny all the time." "How do they see how big it gets?" Craig asked.
"Ask. Or like with you. It just happens some place where they get a look. It happens a lot these days. It has a mind of its own. It's hard more than it's soft."
"Why do you show them. You don't have to show them," Craig said.
"I like guys wanting to see it. I don't know why. Feels good knowing they wish they had it. Everyone says I got the biggest one."
"You don't feel funny. I mean guys looking at you?"
"No. I feel good. There's guys that pay me. Easy way to earn a couple of bucks."
"Guys paying to see your dick. Come on. You're pulling my leg again, right?"
"Yeah. I can't lie to you. I know you're cool. They only pay to touch it," Billy said, looking at Craig's reaction. "I'll usually let them see it for nothing, but when they offer me shit, why not take it? I think they think that will keep me quiet about their interest."
Craig drove way down into the country so there was no possibility of someone seeing them that knew them. He thought about what Billy was like and what they talked about every time they got together. He wondered what the going rate was for touching him. He'd already felt him thought his clothes and Billy didn't say anything. Maybe if he paid him Billy would let him feel the real deal.
He had heard something about the Fruitman after Billy and Richard mentioned him. Some of the guys at track practice had joked about him. He was apparently a guy that sucked off the more horny boys from the school. Craig really didn't put two and two together right away, but he was sure Billy and Richard qualified as guys that were most likely to be using the services of one Charlie the Fruitman.
Just a few days before a rumor surfaced during track practice about the Fruitman being sweet on one of our distance runners. If Billy was making visits to the Fruitman he probably wouldn't be too upset if Craig wanted to mess with him, and Craig knew he was going to mess with him sooner or later if he kept being around him. It was always on his mind.
"You're not going to ask me any questions. I figured you'd be curious," Billy said. "You seemed more curious before. I mean you aren't acting like you are curious."
"What is there to question. I don't understand why you told me what you did," Craig said. "You seem to want something from me. For me to want to admire it or something. I am interested but I've never done anything like that. I guess I'm a little slow because I don't know what to say about it."
"I saw the way you looked at it, Craig. No one is around but you and me now. I'll show you if you want. We could stop some place and you can feel it as much as you like. It isn't a big deal for me. I just don't want to upset you. I mean we are here together and we did feel each other's dicks the second time we were together, even if it was only through our clothes."
"I'm driving. Even if I wanted to I couldn't see it very good. I mean it is big and I want to touch it if it's okay. I mean you said it was and I'm agreeing with you about me wanting to do that. Let's go further away from civilization first," Craig said, feeling quite nervous about how queer his own words were suddenly sounding to him.
"You don't really know how big it can get. I only showed you a little of it, but you wanted to see more that day. Guys that don't care just glance and that's it. Then there are the guys that stare. Those are the guys that pay. You stared. If Richard hadn't been there we could have fooled around a little. I don't usually feel that way but I did that day with you."
"I don't have any money. Maybe for gas," Craig said, still not being sure how far he could go before Billy told Richard what he had done.
"I'm riding in your car. That's payment. You're getting me out of school and that's a big payment. So you see, really I owe you because I like going out with you. Maybe I should feel yours first. Just so we are even and you know I appreciate going out with you. I wanted to feel yours too."
"You know a lot about what I want. How'd you get so smart?"
"I keep my eyes open," Billy said, sliding his hand onto Craig's lap. "I study lumps, you could say. After three years I know what to look for to stay out of trouble."
Craig felt flushed and he got hot all over as Billy's hand felt his cock through his pants. He hoped there would be no repeat of his sudden discharge when Billy did that the first time.
"How long have you been letting guys look at it?"
"I was twelve. I only had eight inches then. My brother is two years older but my dick was bigger than his. He'd make me show it to him every night. He'd use his foot and rub it until he got me hard. Then he'd make me take off my underwear so he could measure it. He'd slap it some times.
"Later on he was bringing up his friends to see it. I had to strip for them and get it hard while they watched. It was cool in a way because those guys were fourteen and fifteen and they were all impressed by the size of my cock. I'd never been popular or very good at anything. I was just a skinny little runt with all this fucking meat growing between his legs. "Then one day, one of the guys told me he'd paid my brother to see it. I didn't even know the guy. He was like a friend of a friend of his or something. He then said he'd pay another buck if I would let him hold it. Since my brother was already making money on my dick, I figured I ought to clear a profit. I took his money and I let him play with it as long as he wanted. That was over three years ago, and I know by the way a guy looks at it if he wants more than a glance."
"You know anyone with a bigger one?" Craig asked.
"Nope. Why don't you let me drive," Billy said as they got onto some back roads.
"I just got my license. You don't even have one. I can't let you drive."
"I'd owe you big time you let me drive," Billy said suggestively. "Whatever you ask for I'd have to give you."
"You don't owe me anything, Billy. I asked you to go along so I wouldn't be going alone. I don't expect anything for it. I took you because I like you."
"Okay. Suit yourself. I could sit on your lap and drive. That way if someone came I could slide back over here," Billy said, giving Craig a long sad look as he squeezed the front of his jeans.
"That might work," Craig said, thinking of the day Billy's body was pressed against his while he was reading to him.
Craig pulled onto the shoulder of the road at the first wide spot. His dick was already hard from Billy feeling it and from thinking about Billy's body touching his. He didn't want to think about it but he did and he couldn't wait for Billy to get into his lap. The door opened and Craig's eyes went right to the bulge in Billy's pants. At least he wasn't the only with on a hard-on, he thought.
"Scoot the seat back so I have a little room," Billy said.
Soon Billy was sitting between Craig's legs and pulling the car back on to the road. Billy moved his ass around. He felt the lump in Craig's pants and he knew what it was. He too had the same kind of bulge and he smiled knowing Craig did want more than just a look. Boys touching Billy had always satisfied him until now when he discovered he wanted to be touching one of them.
Craig ended up with his hands on Billy's thighs. There didn't seem to be any place else for them to go. Billy said nothing as he got the car on the road and up to speed. It was a quiet road that led down toward the river. Billy's ass moved a few more times as he teased the hard-on in Craig's pants.
"Move your right hand down some," Billy said, casually as they drove through the forest.
Craig thought, perhaps the hand was on a sore spot or something. As he slid it further down the thigh he felt it and knew what Billy wanted him to do. At first it was only the very tip of his fingers touch it and he didn't pull them away. A week ago he might have jerked his hand away for fear of what someone might think. He would have been made angry by the idea Billy could think he wanted to touch his cock, but it wasn't last week or even yesterday, and he let his fingers cover more and more of it as they drove on.
Craig let his fingers move up the entire length of the hard cock and then moved them back to where they started. He put more and more of his hand over the cock until his hand surrounded the bulge in Billy's pants. He squeezed it gently and rubbed it more firmly as time went on. Heat started to rise up in his face while his cock throbbed like it had never throbbed before. Billy's ass continued to move around on it from time to time. Craig tried not to have another early orgasm. Billy could have driven up a tree and Craig wouldn't have noticed.
"Hold the wheel a minute," Billy said, after a long hot silence that had both boys short of breath.
Craig took the wheel wondering if Billy was going to say something or do something that kept him from touching him any longer. Instead, he heard Billy unzipping his pants. He knew what was going to happen but he wasn't sure he was ready for a giant step toward becoming sexually active. He'd already gone further than he ever thought of going with another guy.
"I got it," Billy said, taking the wheel again. "Go ahead. You can feel it. You've got me all fired up now. Hurts pressing against my tight pants. Cutting off the circulation. You might need to rub it a bit to get it feeling better."
There was some hesitation as Craig wondered what it meant when he did what Billy wanted him to do. He'd already decided he needed to touch it, but he hadn't touched the fresh warm meat yet. He knew this was the final step, once he had done that, he would likely do anything Billy wanted him to do. He knew he had reached the point of no return.
He stretched his hand to where the cock stood straight out of Billy's zipper. The feel of it was like nothing he'd ever felt before. He jerked off and played with himself but his own cock felt nothing like Billy's. He found he could use both hands on it at the same time, so he slowly worked them up and down on the hot hard shaft. Craig decided to stimulate Billy by using the skin to hide and expose the head while he explored his cock.
"Take it a little easy," Billy said, after some time.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to hurt it," Craig said, "Feels good though. I've never felt one before, except my own. Yours is different."
"No. I'm going to shoot jiz all over your dash you keep doing it like that. I'm a little horny. I haven't come since yesterday. I usually jack off before school. I guess I knew I was going to have fun today. I didn't do it this morning. Slept too late to take care of business, and now you're getting me really hot."
"Just hold it?" Craig asked.
"You can feel it all you want. Just don't jack me off for long. Like I say, I need to get off and that will do it quick. I don't want to wreck your car. You haven't seen me when I shoot yet. I can get pretty crazy for a minute or so."
Craig felt inside the skin near the cock head. He stretched it over his fingers so he could feel the thickness of the head. He worked it up and down a few times, feeling the warm stickiness that had developed at the tip of Billy's cock. He spread the liquid around over the skin of the head which seemed to be swelling while he played with it. Craig lost contact with everything but his hands and the cock. He felt faint while everything inside his brain seemed to be swimming around uncontrollably.
"We're getting on shaky ground again," Billy said, "I'm sorry, but that's getting me really hot. I mean just me sitting on your lap has me getting close, feeling your cock up my ass crack. You need to leave it alone for a minute or two so I can back off a bit. Believe me you don't want me shooting it all over the place. I don't want to waste a load."
"I've never done this before," Craig said. "I don't know how to do it right. It's really big compared to mine. I didn't mean to mess up. Tell me how I should do it."
"You're doing it fine, Craig, too good. I just don't want to piss you off when I come in your car. You know just what to do to turn me on," Billy said. "Most guys are too rough or I just don't care about it. We should go some place where you can appreciate it when you get me off."
"Does Charlie Fruitman blow you?" Craig asked.
Craig felt the muscles in Billy's back tensing as his ass squirmed on his dick, but it was a different kind of motion. There was something uncomfortable about him being in his lap all of a sudden. He was trying to get Billy to say he liked being blown and then he wanted to blow him. Once again he thought he'd said the wrong thing.
"It's not any of my business. I just wondered what else you liked, that's all. I'm sorry I said that."
"I don't want you to get mad at me if I tell you he does. Most guys don't understand. We joke about it but no one knows we really do go up there," Billy said.
"I just wanted to know what you liked. I didn't mean to ask you about your business."
"What I like is what you've been doing. I can't imagine anything feeling that good," Billy said.
"I guess I'm a quick learner."
Craig felt inside Billy's pants. He felt his pubic hair. He remembered what they looked like from the day in the showers. He felt the smooth balls that were pretty substantial. Billy didn't seem to mind anything he did. After what he thought was one or two minutes, he went back to feeling around the top of his cock.
There was something about the sticky tip that attracted him to the feel. He once again spent some time spreading the liquid around on the tight firm head. After two or three minutes he stopped and just held it for a few more minutes while placing his face against Billy's back and smelling deeply before he stroked it for awhile. He took one of his hands off to smell the sticky liquid, and then he smelled the other hand. He wondered what it was that made his own dick throb when he tasted some of it.
"You got good hands," Billy said.
"You got good dick. It's really big. It feels nice. I don't want to stop."
"It feels a lot nicer while you're doing it. You ever do anything else?"
"That's why I was asking you what you liked. I could do something else?"
"You know, like they say the Fruitman does. Suck dicks and stuff? Fool around. You ever think about stuff like that?"
"This is the most I've ever done," Craig said, not knowing how to answer. "I've been thinking I could do more with someone like you."
"I've got a place we can go. So we can fool around. Okay?"
"I don't care," Craig said, not wanting to sound too anxious. "Sure, let's go fool around."
Copyright 1999 Writers Realm. All Rights Reserved.
To the readers of my stories:
Once again our nation has experienced a major violent episode in one of our schools. The perpetrators were the outcast, the outsider, and the alienated. The note that was just released said, "Blame no one but us. This is the way we chose to go out."
I know gay teens read my stories. I've heard from some that are suicidal. I'm not sure we haven't just seen one of the first gay related suicides with major casualties. It's just my opinion that one or both of these alienated youth might have been struggling with that issue. If you feel self destructive, talk to someone. The Internet is alive with people that will talk to you and listen. Don't hurt yourself and if you must don't harm innocent people because you are in pain. It only causes more pain and its growing. Let's above all not hurt each other.
On my Web site it says we are all in this together. We must be there for each other. It's up to each of us to offer assistance to the alienated teenagers when we can. Each of us had to be there before we got here. We know how difficult it is and it takes a lot of work to get out alive.
The two teens I've dedicated my site to decided life wasn't worth living. They took their own lives because they had no one to help them to want to live. Even with good families and loving parents, they looked out and saw the hatred and violence and they checked out. We all need to be there when teenagers need us, especially gay teenagers.
Please, each of you, make every effort to be part of the solution and not part of the problem. Dedicate yourselves to doing some good for those that need a little help and encouragement. We are among the most sensitive and caring people on earth. If we don't use our sensitivity to help each other, we will see more of this more often and worse.
Regardless of your religious affiliation or feelings about such matters, pray for those that have been robbed of their innocence because of this and other senseless acts of violence. Each of us can make a difference, and if each of us does, we can make the world into a place that no one wants to leave willingly.
Martin M.