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Hey, Dude! Part Two
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Hey, Dude!
part 2
Ron slept most of Friday and Saturday. About ten o'clock Saturday
evening he realized with a start that Geoff had never called. A stab of
disappointment went through him. The kid was cute, and funny, too. Ron
really like the few minutes they had spent alone in the hospital. He did
not fail to notice that, once Geoff's parents were out of the room, he
became a different boy. Ron could not forget hearing the slap and
Geoff's wail as they left. How could they hit so gorgeous of a kid? If
Geoff were my little brother I'd be nice to him, teach him things, do
stuff with him... Ronny began to think of the private stuff he could do
with Geoff. It had been an hour since Mom had last been in to check on
him... maybe he'd keep it under the covers....
He was jacking off even before he knew it. All he could think about
was lovely Geoff, Geoff standing in front of him while he sucked the
boy's stiff little cock, Geoff's hands in his hair, Geoff's thighs
straining toward him, Geoff's nuts bouncing on his chin.... The orgasm,
when it came, was not what the teenager had expected after six day's
abstinence, and it made his head pound fiercely. But Jesus! did he come
a gallon! His dick pumped and pumped and pumped, like one of those
impossible porn movies he watched with his friends. It also relaxed him,
and he fell asleep planning to do it once more, 'cause it had been so
long.
The phone ringing woke him up. He had gotten his very own phone for
making Honor Roll in tenth grade last year. He had modified the bell in
it with some cotton so no one outside of his room could hear it. He
picked up the receiver, squinting against the Sunday morning light, still
half asleep.
"....Ullo...." he said.
"Hey Crash, Dudeski, whutup? Whutup?"
It was Libowitz, Mr. Cool-wannabe himself. "I just woke up, dude,
whatcha doin'?"
"Fuckin' yer girlfriend, dude, but she ain't that good."
"Josh, th' closest you've been to pussy in your life is when you were
born, son. And *that* don't count."
"Like you're sex-god number one of (click! boooop) so you think you
have experience. (click-boooop)."
"Josh, hang a sec, I gotta 'nother call."
"Duuude, you gotta go beat th' meat, I know you (click-booop)."
"JOSHUA LIBOWITZ, shut the fuck up a minnit!" (click.) "Hello..?"
"Um, yeah, hi, may I please speak to Ronald Frank, please?"
Ron's heart stopped. It was Geoff, cute Geoff!
"Hey, dude! Geoffster, I'm on the other line, hang on a sec, 'kay?"
"Um, sure, Ron!" The boy sounded happy on the other end. (clickclick)
"Josh?"
"How was it, Ron, that was fast..."
"I gotta take this other call, I'll call ya later, cool?"
"Who is it?"
(Fucking nosy Libowitz!) "It's YOUR girlfriend, and she can't get
enough of my ten-inch trouser pole, Joshua, so she wants it again,
'cause she says she ain't ever satisfied with you...."
"Yeah, right, Ronald, so who is it?"
"Josh, don't piss me off, I gotta go."
"No, just tell me who it is..."
"Josssshhhhh, godammit!" (Just hang in there, Geoff..)
"Okay, okay, aren't we touchy....."
"Bye, Josh.. (click)
(Voices in background: "Geoffrey, are you on the phone?") "Yes. Mom,
can I talk for a few minutes?" ("Just be quick, someone might be trying
to get through.") "Mom, we have call-waiting." ("Just be quick, Geoff.")
(sigh) "R-Ron..?"
"Hey, dude!"
"Hey, dude! I called you like I said."
"That's cool. Whatup?"
"Nuthin'. How are you feeling?"
"Cool. Better; my headache's goin' away. Whatcha doin'?"
"Just hanging around the house. Can I still come over there someday?"
"Why not this afternoon? Ya doin' anything? Church? Relatives?"
"Naw, we're Jewish. You want me to come over?"
"Sure, after lunch, cool?"
"Your parents aren't mad at me, like?"
"Naw, my Mom's all worried about how you feel, I told her you took it
kinda hard."
"You.. you didn't tell 'em I was, like, that I kinda..."
"Dude! I ain't stupid. Nobody knows you were cryin'. That's private."
"Cool, Ron, thanks!" Ron could hear the relief in the boy's high alto
voice. "What time is cool?"
"About three or three thirty. Is that all right?"
"Um, yeah, I think I can come over then. If I can't I'll call ya. But
I think it's no problem."
"Hey, dude, cool!"
("Geoff, get off the phone now, and go outside and play. It's a nice
day.") "I gotta go now Ron, sorry. Can I call you later, maybe?"
"Call whenever you like, Geoff, this is my own phone in my room."
"Coool, Ron, I wish I had my own phone." ("Geoff! This minute!!")
"Hey, dude, see-ya.."
"Bye Ron..." (click)
Ron laid back in bed against the pillows, savoring Geoff's voice and
searching his apparent enthusiasm to come over there. Oh, God, please
let him be cool, please let me teach him stuff, Elliot hurt me so
fuckin' bad, God, and I like Geoff so much already, he's everything I
want, please, please...
Ron was still tired and under some pretty weird drugs that Dr. Martin
had given him for when his head hurt. So Sunday afternoon rolled around
quicker than usual, it seemed. Ron was dozing with the TV on when the
doorbell rang. He sat up. Oh, please, let it be Geoff, let it be..
"Ron? Ronnie? You awake honey? Someone's here to see you..."
"Send him up, okay Mom?"
Instead, good ol' Mom escorted Geoff up to his room, and came in with
her hand on his shoulder. "Ron, Geoff's here. You two have a nice time.
Geoff, are you staying for dinner?"
"Um, I dunno, Mrs. Frank. I don't wanna be any trouble."
"Of course you're no trouble. I'll call your Mom and ask her. You two
get to know each other..." She turned and went back downstairs.
(Mom, you have no idea how well I'd like to know Geoffrey..) "My
parents are afraid your parents are gonna sue 'em 'cause I... 'cause we,
you know..." the twelve-year-old began.
"They aren't, don't worry. My folks aren't like that. It's over with.
It's cool you could come over. So, whataya think of my room?"
Ron watched as the fascinated boy moved around, picking up things,
looking at Ronnie's books, his computer, his CD collection. Ron glanced
down at Geoff's tanned calves above his white socks. It reminded him of
his lost Elliot.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Elliot had been twelve, and Ron had just turned fourteen, when they
met. They were riding bikes together with some of the other kids on the
block. The younger boy had mentioned that he was planning a backyard
sleepout, and that Ron could check out his tent. That evening, Ron had
snuck out of his house after eleven, and gone down to Elliot's. What he
hadn't expected was that Elliot's friend had gotten sick, and so Elliot
was alone. Ron was already attracted to the boy's straw-white blond hair
and tanned, freckle-sprayed small nose... it seemed Elliot had similar
thoughts. He had started dropping little hints and innuendos, and before
Ron even thought about it, they were snuggled up beside each other in
the sleeping bag, Elliot rubbing Ron's already hard boner while Ron
tried to undress them both. They spent that first night jacking each
other off and, kissing, which Ron had never done. The two of them became
inseparable, and over that summer managed to find a lot of private time
together.
One afternoon, when Ron's Dad was working and Mom had taken Darcie
shopping, Elliot had surprised Ron by asking him if he wanted to "...
suck my dick a little, Ronnie, please? It feels so good, I'll give you
one too, I promise....." They had been kissing like crazy, and Ron was
incredibly horny, so he just went down on (very happy) Elliot and
clumsily sucked him off. He gagged a little when Elliot bucked and
yelped and came, but the boy was only twelve and not that much shot
out. Ron spit out as much as he could on the edge of his blanket.
Elliot then returned the favor. At first Ron wasn't that impressed, and
Elliot's buck teeth kinda hurt the top of his bone, but soon he got into
watching the cute boy, his eyes closed, mouth wide with Ron's shaft, the
feel of the small tongue... before he knew it, an orgasm straight from
teen-boy heaven took him completely. Had he been less delirious he would
have noticed that Elliot *swallowed* his load, but Ron was lost in bliss
and never thought about it. More time went by and the two kids found
many other opportunities to be alone and 'close' with each other.
Then, the highlight event of his sex life up to that time had happened...
They had been messing around in Ron's room for a quite a while without
getting dressed, which was something that Elliot liked to do. He had
found Ron's Vaseline stash and popped the top off, smearing it on his
then-soft boyhood. Soon, Elliot's four-incher was ready for some more
action. He sat down by Ron and playfully greased him up too, getting
them both stiff as boards. Ron laid back with the beautiful boy beside
him, feeling each other's dicks pressing into their tummies, like they
had so many times before. Ron kissed Elliot deeply, who then, without
any warning, said: "You can fuck my butt if you want to."
Ron was shocked. Just shocked! But oddly, his instincts took control
and he rolled Elliot under him. It was something Ron knew about but
never thought he'd get to try. Elliot spread his legs out and scootched
to the edge of Ron's bed. Ron got on the floor and leaned over his young
lover. Elliot swabbed a dollop of the Vaseline beneath his small
kid-balls, covering his pink pucker. Ron was no longer thinking clearly.
He hunched forward, pressing the slit of his prick into the gooey warm
nest of the twelve-year-old's ass. He and the boy had done it a few
times between each other's soft thighs, but this had taken Ron
completely by surprise. Elliot pulled Ron's hips in close to him and
said in a strange, husky voice, "Go slow at first, okay Ronny?"
"S-Sure, help me in dude... help me... oh!"
He felt the head of his penis pass through a barrier of sorts and
Elliot moved beneath him and made an odd little grunting sound. Ron kept
up the pressure. In sensory-flood overload, it was impossible for the
young teenager to tell exactly what was happening to him, till suddenly
there was something blunt pressing on his pubes, just above the hair. It
was Elliot's straining hard-on! He was in! Elliot was still grunting and
writhing slowly beneath Ron, every part of his smooth body in slow
motion around the firm teendick in his young bottom. A deep viscous
warmth surrounded Ron's rock-hard adolescence. It seemed to draw him
closer in to Elliot's pale abdomen. Ronald held his pelvis pressed to
the backs of Elly's encircling legs. Nothing had prepared him for the
magnitude of the good feelings gripping his essence. "O-O-Okay, uh! Ron,
uh! uh, uh!... slow, dude, uh! do it slow...uh!" The boy's voice was
raspy and cracking. Ron pulled out a little and went in, then his hips
took over and nirvana began manifesting in his crotch.
"OhmyGodElliotohmyGod...!" panted Ron as he and the boy beneath him
swiftly got synchronized and Elliot relaxed. Ron looked incredulously
down between them, seeing the boy's fist go to his small rod and begin
to jack it off while Ron's own wet shaft plunged steadily and quickly up
under Elliot's nuts. "God!" groaned Ron. "I'm gonna come, Elly, I haveta
come, I *have* to..."
Elliot's left hand was clasped around Ron's right bicep, and the grip
tightened as he said "Meee...ahhg!... tooo...uh! uh! I'm...ahg! ahg!
...oo!...oo-oo!......ooooooocommming, Roneeee....."
Ron felt the kid tense up and shudder powerfully under him. Something
warm and wet sprayed up from the younger boy onto his taut stomach.
Elliot bucked and surged. That was all the fourteen-year-old could take.
His need to come overwhelmed him and he drove himself to the hilt in
Elliot's butt as jet after jet of boysperm erupted from him, each pulse
of his dick a new wave of unbelievably intense pleasure.
"AWWooAWooAWWWoooAWWWoooh!oh!oh!oh!oh!" chanted Ronald as they writhed
and trembled. "Ohhhh, David......" whispered Elliot softly, still
humping lightly under Ron, his warm legs locking them together. They
remained joined and motionless for some moments afterward, until Ron's
boner went soft and slipped smoothly free. Ron had meant to ask Elly
what 'David' meant, but then they cuddled and kissed and fell asleep for
a while, and Ron had forgotten about it.
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