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Idle Recreation Chapter One
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Idle Recreation
Chapter One
I was coming...just a little bit more. The skin on my cock
was raw, my hand moving with lightening speed across my libido.
More. More. The foreskin was tight. Up and down. Harder.
I bounced on the bed, my left hand jacking and my right
rubbing my nuts. I was thinking sexy thoughts. I could feel my
sperm crawling. My butt was sweating onto the cover of the bed I
was on. Stroke it more. More, more and ...
I shot. The thin liquid ran out of the tip of my penis onto
my belly. Pumping very slowly, the slow that it dribbles down to
when you jackoff too often to build up any pressure when you
come. I finished and just lied there, watching the door.
Milking the last bits out, I got up and grabbed my towel and
wiped it up. It's very strange. I love the taste of other's
come, but somehow I just don't enjoy drinking my own. Maybe
because I haven't found an effective way to get it into my mouth
before it gets cold and it tastes terrible.
I start noticing the sounds outside my door. Multiple
shower heads going, lots of kids talking. I turned on the TV in
the room, and hit a series of switches. The hidden cameras show
all the kids dressing and undressing for the pool. No one doing
anything exciting, so I don't bother turning on the VCR and
taping any of it.
Adam Traugott. Fourteen years young, and I work in the
Houston Recreation Center. The locker rooms here are strange.
Most places just have a men and women side. Here, Troy (my boss
and the owner) decided to go one step further. The locker rooms
are subdivided into boys, men, girls and women sections. I work
in the boys section. If you're under 18, you're put here. Some
complain, most don't care.
The room with the bed where I'm at is a little addition from
my office. I'm primarily a towel boy, do odd jobs for the people
on my side. Keep order, etc. And then there are my other
services, the ones Troy has me do. I jack someone off for a
buck, two will get you a blow job, three for a tongue-fuck (my
personal favorite), and four bucks for a butt-fuck, either way.
I do people of any age, and I do girls as well (I'm bisexual).
My favorite are the kids my age, 13 to 15.
I have a girlfriend, Julie, whom I have sex with about once
a week. She usually comes here, to my 'bedroom' at the rec
center, since her parents are always home.
My phone rings and I get off the bed, my dick dangling still
hard. It's Troy.
"Are you available?" He's shouting into the phone.
"Sure."
"There's a kid, he wants you. I sent him to your office."
"Consider it done." I hang up the phone, and grab my
swimsuit. It's one of those nylon tight ones, the type that
outline everything I've got. Another one of Troy's ideas. You
might say that essentially Troy is my pimp, and I'm kind of a
slut. That would probably be true, except Troy is also my dad.
Stepdad, yes. He's only 25, too young to be my real dad. I was
a foster kid, he and his wife (who has since split) got me. I
had been fucking kids at the place I was put for a while, and
Troy found this out. So he put me to work at his business, the
rec center.
I glance out the window, and see this blond kid sitting in
my chair. He's probably 13 I would guess. I still don't know
how Troy finds out if kids want to be fucked, but I suspect it's
a scare tactic.
"Hi. I'm Adam." I'm walking into the office from the
adjacent bedroom and greet him. He looks up.
"Brandon."
"What can I do to you?"
"The guy out front said you could help me, well..."
"Got the picture," I say, cutting him off. "You haven't
been here before, have you?"
"To the rec center?"
"No, to me." He shakes his head, so I pull out a card and
hand it to him. "Fill this out real quick, if you could." He
starts filling out the card, and I check him out. He's wearing
shorts and a muscle shirt, which he doesn't exactly fill out, but
he's not skinny. The shorts are loose, so I can't tell anything.
He hands me the card.
The one thing that Troy did for me that's really nice is get
me a computer. I have the kids fill out question cards, and I
jot info into the computer. It saves a lot of embarrassing
situations. Plus, each kid gets a number that he can, get this,
dial into my computer and make appointments with a touchtone
phone. Enter the number, enter the day, enter the time in
military, and you have an appointment. Innovation, eh?
I run through the questions. I was right, he's 13. First
name Brandon, lives in Houston, visits the rec center about twice
a week. One sister, same age. Jacks frequently, doesn't like
mouth kissing, but likes hugs. Is completely a virgin, but has
circle-jerked with some friends. Is cut, not sure of penis
length. I tap the info into the computer, jot down 1237 on the
card, give him a card with that number, then destroy the
questionaire. The computer is all password encoded, so I don't
have to worry about anyone getting into it, including Troy.
"Come here, Brandon." I get up and take his hand, and lead
him into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. He's very
nervous. "What would you like from me?"
"I don't know...I'm kind of new at this."
"What did you talk to Troy about?"
"Who?"
"The guy out front. That's Troy."
"Not very much. He asked if I thought about sex a lot, and
if I wanted someone to help me out. He said you could, and I
ended up here."
I nod. "Are you set financially?" He looks confused, so I
reword the question. "Is money a problem?"
"No, I've got 10 bucks or so that's mine."
"Well, Brandon, you don't seem to have any limitations, but
since it's your first time, I don't want to scare you with
anything. Do you want to lie down with me?" He nods, so I lead
him down and put him up against me, facing him, both of us on our
sides. "Can I take off your shirt?"
"Sure," he tells me. I pull his shirt off. His chest, as
expected, is baby smooth and hairless. I toss the shirt onto a
chair behind me, and start rubbing his chest. He pulls away a
little at first, but slowly me lets me and then appears to be
enjoying it.
"You said in the questions that you've circle-jerked before,
right?" He nods. "Tell me what that's like."
"Well, it was over at my friend's house. Jon, he invited
about four of us over. His parents weren't home so we started
getting into his dad's liquor. Before too long, we were all kind
of wasted." He smiles for the first time since he'd been here.
"So Dave, that's one of my other friends that Jon invited, starts
talking about this girl at school. He starts in on her tits and
her pussy and everything, and we're all kind of hot by now."
I pull him closer and stare into his eyes, and he returns
the stare. "So then he's got this real big hard-on, and Jon says
something about it, and Dave pulls it out and starts stroking
off. Then Gary, that's this other kid, does the same thing, so
well ...we all were jacking off together."
I put my hand on his shorts, and I can feel him very firm.
Talking about jerking has really gotten him hard. I put my arms
around his back, and squeeze him against me, and I can feel his
cock press into my own.
"I think you're ready, Brandon." He nods slightly, and I
pull off his shoes by holding each shoe between my own feet, and
letting him pull them off. They're kicked off the bed, and I
pull his shorts down and take them off. His underwear is wet,
like he wore them under a bathing suit he swam in. I get rid of
those and take off my own suit.
"Do you know what fellatio is, Brandon?" He shakes his
head. "Then I'll show you." I move down his body, and push him
over onto his back. I crawl in between his legs, spreading them
to accommodate my body as I do so. His dick is an absolute rock,
and although he has some pubic hair, his nuts are hairless,
giving clue to the fact that he hasn't been going through puberty
for very long.
"Are you ready for me, Brandon?"
"Sure," he tells the ceiling. I glide my tongue over his
cock, making him jump. He shivers slightly, but his cock swells,
stretching the tight skin even more. Taking my cue, I put my
mouth over the head of his penis, running my tongue underneath
his small mushroom head. I start running my tongue along the
backside, and slowly swallow the entire organ.
"Oh God, this isn't something...this is...Are you sure...Oh
God, this is great...why haven't...Adam...oh..." He moans in
pleasure, and his vein is pulsing. I put my hands underneath his
buns, and feel them sweat. Pumping up and down, I glide over his
cock and suck out pre-cum juices.
He pushes his pelvis into me further. He moans faster, and
his teenage body is about ready to shoot. Kids this age never
take very long. With a loud yell, he bucks up and sprays the
thin come of a young teen into my mouth. It's short, and he soon
calms down and I look at him. He's grinning this big grin and
just stares at me.
I crawl up and wrap my arms around him again, and he does
the same. "You did it," I tell him behind his back. He gets me
tight, then lets go.
"I have to go. My parents are probably home." I help him
up, get him dressed, and put my swimsuit back on. "How much do I
owe you?"
"How about one fifty. You can have the beginner price." He
smiles big, digs the money out of his pocket, and hands it to me.
"If you ever need me, the number and my phone number are on that
card I gave you."
"I'll call. Believe me, I'll call," he says, still
grinning. He hugs me quick again, then walks out the door. A
moment passes, then I walk back to the VCR and rewind the tape.
I sit for a moment, watching myself blow Brandon and watch the
look on his face, something I don't get to see when I'm stuffed
full of someone's meat. He was smiling with his eyes closed all
the way through. I write his name and ID number on a card, to
catalogue the tapes, then fast-forward it to get it ready for the
next person.
Chapter Two
The recreation center is a big place for kids around here.
There are two elementary schools, one junior high, a high school
within a mile, and a private yearround school. The latter, the
one I go to, is on vacation right now, so we get kids in during
the afternoon we normally don't have. My guess is that Brandon
goes there, since it was only two or so. Since it's a large
school, there's a lot of kids I don't know.
About three thirty is when most of them head in. It's about
that time, and I check the schedule on the screen. 1205 and
1206. Those are a couple of people I see pretty often. They
belong to two brothers. Actually, there's four in the family.
Aron, Derek, Noah and Trevor. It's easy to remember who's
oldest, because they were all named in alphabetical order. Aron
is 12, Derek is 11. They're the only two that have hit puberty,
and consequently the two that see me. Noah and Trevor are 9 and
8. Aron told me that the two youngest like to play with each
other's cocks, but it's more just for good feeling, and not
really getting into it.
However, Aron and Derek are a couple of hot fucking kids.
They both have brown hair, and are really good. Aron looks older
than he is, closer to my age. He wears these tight sweats all
the time that outline his ass, and doesn't wear underwear with
them. From what I understand, his mother doesn't know that,
which is probably for the best. I jacked him once through his
sweatpants, and it drove him crazy.
Derek is a bit more conservative. The first time I did it
with him (I just gave him a greased hand job to start), he was
scared he would get caught all the way through. He's more
relaxed now, but he only comes in with his brother. Aron has
visited me on his own, though, and the two younger are always in
the pool while they're with me.
Three thirty rolls around and Aron comes into the office.
He's wearing, of course, the sweats, white if you're wondering.
"Adam," he calls.
"Gee, what are you doing here?" He smiles.
"I brought you some money."
"Where's Derek?"
"Changing. He'll be here in a moment."
I often wonder why he and his brother don't screw each other
at home and save their money. Not that I mind, of course. It's
probably because Aron loves getting tongue fucked. I mean, loves
it. As far as I know, to Derek the idea of him putting his
tongue up his brother's ass is a complete turnoff. So Aron comes
to me.
Derek walks in dressed in jeans and a shirt that reads "Here
comes another fucking kid." I know for a fact that he only wears
that to me, and his parents don't know he has it.
I check the computer, see my next person is in half an hour,
a female no less, so we walk into the bedroom.
"See where Noah and Trevor are, will you?" Derek asks me. I
flip the TV on, find them in one of the toilet stalls in the
restroom section. They've got their hands on each other's
pricks, as I told you, and are both smiling about it.
"They look happy to me," I tell Derek. Derek shrugs and I
shut off the set. "We now have Kiddie-Rubbers in colors, guys,"
I tell them. They both smile.
When Troy and his ex were still together, they had been
having sex about every day. He's a real safe sex person, never
really liked kids. Only one problem, Troy's dick is small.
Smaller than normal. So he began ordering these special condoms
from some company in Gary, Indiana, that were specially made for
men with small penises. When I came along and discovered this, I
quickly discovered that they fit myself very well, as with most
of the kids I have sex with. Someone nicknamed them Kiddie-
Rubbers and the name stuck. I don't exactly worry about disease
with kids, but almost all of them like to use them for one reason
or another.
By this time, Derek had pulled one out, a red one. He
strips nude, his 11 year old dick hard as a stick, and unrolls it
on himself, and starts strutting around the room. Aron and I
laugh, and I fall on the bed and pull Derek on top of me. I kiss
him on the mouth (both brothers liked to do that, I learned from
the questionnaires), and turn to Aron. He pulls off his sweats
and shirt, and then both brothers turn to me.
Aron takes a flying leap on me, and straddles my chest while
Derek strips me clean. Aron takes off my shirt (I had put on
more clothes since this morning) and then straddles me the
opposite way. He spreads his cheeks and puts his butt against my
face.
Derek, meanwhile, had opened one of the cabinets and grabbed
the KY. He gets up on the bed, between my legs, and lifts my
legs over his shoulders, letting my calfs dangle down his back.
Opening the tube, he smears his own cock and tosses the tube on
the floor, then moves his dick closer to my ass.
I move Aron's ass a little toward my face, then put my
tongue deep into it. Aron groans. I told you this was his
favorite activity. Derek gets himself ready, takes a breath, and
pushes his cock into my ass and starts pumping.
I run my tongue in and out of his ass, letting Aron ride my
face. He wiggles a little, and I probe deeper, seeing what I can
find.
"How do you feel, Adam?" Derek asks.
"Mrrrrrphhrrrlllll," I tell him, still making love to Aron's
butt. I'm enjoying this, I'm alive, I'm getting paid for it,
too. Derek is pumping, and he's about to come. With Aron, it
takes a while. Derek is a fast-comer, mostly due to the fact
he's a, well, newcomer. He's only been spurting sperm since
September.
I'm digging in Aron's ass when Derek starts yelling. "I'm
coming...I'm coming..." and then he starts laughing. He's the
only kid I know that laughs when he comes. I feel him rub his
prick inside me, faster, then he stops, then goes very slow,
finally pulling out. Since he's wearing one of the Kiddie-
Rubbers, I can't feel him come inside, but I know he has.
Aron is rubbing against my face with regular rhythm now. I
consistently push in and out in his butt, and he's loving it. In
and out, deeper...
"Why is the VCR running?" Derek asks. I stop for a moment,
Aron looks and Derek who's looking at me. Aron gets up for a
moment, and I look at the two of them.
"I'm taping this," I tell them. I'm horny and rock hard and
the last thing I want to do is have a discussion, but they're
curious.
"You tape all your sex?" Aron asks. Instead of answering
him, I get up and walk to a tall closet. I open it for them, and
the long line of video tapes stands before them.
"All the blue labels are the regular acts with kids. The
green are with girls," I tell them.
"What are the white labels?" Derek asks.
"The best ones." Aron pulls out one of the white labels and
walks to the VCR. He stops it, pulls the current tape out and
puts the white one in. He hits play, and sits on the bed with
Derek and I.
On the screen, I see myself and this other kid. Mike or
Mickey or something. He was 16, and we're both on the bed. I'm
on all fours, he's wearing one of the rubbers and fucking me,
while jacking me at the same time.
"Walking mother-fucker," Derek says. "I never knew you did
this with others."
"What do you think he does all day, dipshit?" Aron laughs.
Since I'm in the middle of the trio, and Derek is on my right, I
grab his cock (still in rubber) with my left hand and slowly jack
him.
"Would it help for you to know you have an act on the tape?"
I ask Derek.
"Which one?"
"The first one. Just me jacking you off, but it's the only
one you've ever done with just you and me." Aron jumps up and
looks at the index card.
"1206. Found it!" Aron yells. He fast forwards the tape to
the spot with Derek and plays it, then sits back down. "Jesus,
Derek, I never knew your dick was that small. Look at it, he has
it with just two fingers." Derek looks hurt.
"Hey, fucker," I tell Aron. "I remember your dick was that
small." Aron smiles and watches the tape. I stroke Derek and
kiss him, wanting to make him come again. I get on all fours,
right over him. He moves back, and I strip off his rubber. Aron
picks it up from the bed, and unrolls it on himself, pressing his
brother's come against the tip of his cock. Aron then gets
behind me and starts to fuck me.
I take long licks on Derek's prick, then start to suck on
the head, slowly taking it in. He's propped himself on his
elbows, and his head falls back as he shuts his eyes. Aron grabs
my cock with his right hand, and starts to pump me as he
continues fucking. He goes faster, and I suck with vigor on
Derek. He starts laughing again and pumps out thin come into my
mouth. Derek drops down and starts kissing me as Aron continues.
Aron's strokes are getting longer and longer. His breathing
is heavy and deep, the only sounds which make him sound like the
adult which he is not. I'm making out with Derek when Aron
groans. He presses into me hard, causing me to fall down on top
of Derek, which of course, is just fine. Aron pulls out and
strips the rubber from his raw cock.
"You won't be able to add this to your collection, will
you?" Aron asks. I stop kissing Derek, letting him fall back,
and look at Aron.
"Why?"
"You forgot to start taping again." I look at the screen.
The just-reached-puberty Derek has been finished on tape, and the
screen now shows a high schooler unloading his nuts in my ass. I
feel bad about it. This one was really good.
Aron walks out of the room, once again donned in his sweats.
Derek watches him leave with me, then he closes the door and
leaves the two of us in the bedroom.
"When can I see you next?" he asks me.
"I don't know, when are you and your brother free? Just
whenever..."
"No, no...Just you and me. I've decided I want you to
myself once." Since he's shorter than me, he hops up and wraps
his legs around my waist, and I hold his ass in my hands to
support him.
"When do you want me?" I ask him.
"I have a doctor's appointment. Tomorrow at one. I'm
getting out of school, I'll be done by two but I'm not going
back. I can come here, Aron won't be with me."
"I don't think I have anyone else at two, but if I do, I'll
move them." Derek kisses me lightly, then again harder. He
holds his mouth against mine, then drops down and opens the door.
"I'll see you."
"I know," I tell him. He walks out the door. Aron has
dropped an envelope which I know to be money on my desk. They
walk out, grabbing the two littlest ones as they go, and
disappear behind the walls.
I bring up the computer, my next appointment. It's a woman,
so I head off to the other locker room.
Leslie is the locker attendant for the girls and women's
sides. She's a little older than I am, 16, but she does exactly
the same things that I do. We switch places throughout the day
because there are girls that want to do it with me just like
there are guys for her. I've laid her only once myself, maybe
because she treated me more like one of the guys she fucks than a
real person. I don't like her and I'm sure her feelings towards
me are the same but who really cares? She does have a great
body, tight ass and the whole bit. She was in her office when I
walked in the door.
"Do you have anybody in my office?" I ask her. She looks at
me.
"Yes."
Then she looks back at the computer she has, and nothing
more is said. Forgetting about carrying a conversation, I walk
into the back room. Her bedroom is more decorated than mine.
There's teddy bears and shit all over the place. Mine is just a
basic room, bed, TV. Looks more like a cheap motel room than
anything. Hers looks like I would imagine her room at home.
Incidentally, having my room look like a cheap motel room was not
planned, it just turned out that way.
The lady is sitting on the bed, looks like she just got off
work. She's 17, blond, small tits. She has this thing about
young guys. Like my age.
"Hi. Adam Traugott."
"Tina," she says, in a voice clearly not human. Now we know
what her problem is: her voice. We're talking mouse voice here.
I quickly remember what her card had said when Leslie had
brought it up for me to look at. Isn't kinky, likes straight sex
with young teens, tit rubs, and doesn't like a lot of talk during
sex (Thank God!).
She grabs me when I walk by her and flings herself on top of
me.
"I think today's going to be great!" she tells me. She gets
up and stands in front of me, then starts to strip for me. Her
blouse and bra come off, freeing her great breasts, something
that Julie never had. She takes off this skirt and goes down to
her panties, and I start stripping myself. She comes over and
lays down next to me and finishes undressing me and her. Her
cunt is absolutely dripping as she takes me on.
She is so tight I can't believe it. This chick must not
fuck anyone. Probably her voice. She takes control of the
humping, but I put my hands on her tits and massage them. She's
going slow, taking her time, wrapping her hot cunt around my
dick.
"Oh shit!" I yell out. She stops for a moment and looks at
me. "I forgot the rubber."
"Oh, don't worry," she tells me. "I'm on the pill, it's not
a big deal." She starts humping me again, and my cock slides
smoothly in and out of her pussy. She takes a hand down and rubs
my balls while I run my tongue across her left tit. It makes her
speed up, and I rub my face in between them both.
"OoOOOOhhhh..." She starts to groan and speeds up even
more. Her beaver is moving faster and faster and I can feel
myself getting ready to shoot. Finally, not being able to hold
back, I cream into her cunt, and fall back. She has an orgasm
herself, and almost as quickly as she started, she pulls off from
me and lies down.
"Do you smoke?" she asks me.
"No."
"Good, neither do I." She rises off the bed and starts to
dress, and another episode of the teenage hooker comes to a
close.
Chapter Three
Shaun is 13, almost 14, and is definitely a hot kid who
knows what he's doing. He comes in every day after school and
fucks me.
He's sitting in my office when I get back, wearing a cutoff
shirt that shows his stomach (which looks cuter and hotter than
hell on him), and jeans. He's got brown hair and a 'country boy'
type face.
"You're late," he tells me.
"Sorry. Come on in," as I open the door. He follows me in
and I shut it.
"Are you free tomorrow about 3:00?"
"I think so, but I'm not sure," I tell him. Is that when
you want to come in?"
"No, this is something else. They're having a stroking
contest at Jack-off Point tomorrow at that time and I figured you
might want to be there, at least to watch."
"At where?" I ask him.
"Oh that's right, you don't know about that place."
"Inform me," I tell him.
He smiles for a moment, then starts his explanation. "I
live down by the school, and right off from the school down 4th
there's a big field and it slopes off into a ditch, ok? So down
at the bottom there's a runoff ditch on a bank, and a cement
bridge that runs right over it. The bridge is only about four
feet wide, I don't know why it's there, but the edge is almost
over the embankment.
"This is on my way home like it is for a lot of kids. So I
was walking down there, and it turns out that a bunch of kids go
down there and take their pants off, sit on the edge of the
bridge over the bank and just jack off. So it got named Jack-off
Point. It turns out that you're considered cool if your first
time to come was shooting off the bridge. So naturally I lied
and told them it was for me."
"Sounds like a place I ought to go to with my camera," I
tell Shaun.
"I wouldn't recommend that. There was this one time a kid
tried that, and the kids that were stroking peters saw him, so
they grabbed him and not only did they break the camera, but they
tied him up and set him down on the bottom under the bridge, then
all went back up and when they came, it landed all over him. He
was there for like two hours and when he finally got undone, he
was covered with that shit."
"Point made, what about the contest?"
"Oh, that. Well, about every month a bunch of guys get
together and have this contest. You know how kids used to see
how far they could spit?" I nod. "Well, this is a test on how
far they can shoot come. They all get there and sign up and have
to jack off. Then they come back in a week and all go for it.
If you can try not to come for a week, you can build up pressure
and try the contest. I couldn't do that, there's no way I could
not touch myself for a week."
I laugh and make plans to attend this. "Is this the
beginning or did they do that last week?"
"No, this is the contest. Our old champion moved away a
couple of weeks ago, so it's completely up for grabs." He
pauses, placing his hand on my butt. He says quitely, "Now
enough talking, I want to fuck you now."
I smile and start getting undressed. He strips off his
clothes and shows his rock hard teendick, and I crawl in the bed.
He walks over to my drawer and grabs a yellow Kiddie-Rubber,
lubes it, then gets in the bed with me.
I like on my back and wrap my legs around him and he puts
the tip of his dick against my hole.
"Ready?" he asks me.
"Shaun, I'm always ready." He runs his cock into me, and he
starts to hump away. His body is soft, that's the one thing that
I like about him. He's an expert with sex ever since he started
with me about a year ago. He moves slow with as long of strokes
as his dick will allow. I put my hands on his asscheeks. He
pushes his cock into my ass as far as he can, letting his balls
gently tap against my body, then pulls back.
"Shaun, how often do you go down and jack off with those
other guys?"
"Every day. Afterwards I come here. I'm a horny kid." I
laugh as he smiles and begins to move a little faster. He lies
down on top of me, running his hands through my hair, and drops
his chin over my shoulder. He kisses my cheek as he does so, and
I massage his young buns.
His balls, relatively small and hairless but full of come
keep tapping against the valley of my ass. He groans a soft,
childlike groan and presses further into me. His body may be
soft, but his boycock is rock hard, that young teenage hard that
you just don't get at any other time in life. He groans a little
louder.
His cock is swelling in my ass. As I massage his ass I can
feel a fine layer of sweat forming. He rocks his hips as he
kisses me behind my ear, and I briefly think I hear him whisper
"I love you" to me.
He gradually builds speed as he moves his young cock, his
groaning becomes more audible, his cock harder. His body doesn't
move expect for his thighs, his loins that are sweating and
making his skin slick.
He pumps in and out with a quick pace and presses his chest
against mine. His short cock is moved almost out of me, then he
presses back into my butt, almost at the speed of a rabbit. He
groans a little, humping my ass. He wraps his hands around my
back. I've watched the tapes of him fucking me, and it's funny
to watch him have sex. He keeps his chest against mine, and his
head dropped over my shoulder, staring at the bed.
He starts grunting which is my cue, under Shaun's
instructions, to put my finger into his butt. He says it makes
him come more. I do this and he gets louder, and I can feel his
small body shudder as he rams into me for a final time and he
starts pumping his liquid through his pecker and making the
plastic end bulge. His breathing is heavy, and finally he slows
and pulls out.
"It's the best every time," he tells me. I know for a fact
Shaun has three or four sex acts on my Greatest Hits tape. He is
good.
I'm sitting in my office reading when Julie walks in.
"Hello," she tells me, then grabs me and squeezes my ass.
"Have you been waiting for me?"
"Forever." I kiss her then bring her into the bedroom. She
lies down beside me and we start to kiss again. I pull her shirt
off, briefly interrupting the frenching, and feel her firm tits
in my hands.
I strip off my shirt while she finishes getting undressed.
She has great tits, bigger than most girls her age. I slip down
on the bed, and she fingers her cunt for a moment, then straddles
my face, putting her beaver over my lips. I tongue fuck this
horny chick and she moans and rides my face. I'm moving in and
out with my tongue and she rocks back and forth. She undoes my
pants and pulls them off and leans over in a sixty-nine position.
She starts to suck my cock while I'm eating her pussy and we
both are grunting. I haven't had my own cock sucked for a while,
too busy sucking everyone else's, and I know it's been a while
since she's been tongued.
Her beaver is getting hot from my breath and she pulls away
and off me, then turns around to face me.
"Pick a color," I tell her. She looks blank, so I pull out
several assorted packages of the Kiddie-Rubbers and show her.
"When did you get these?" she asks me.
"A couple of days ago. They sent them to us by mistake, but
everybody likes them, so we'll probably start ordering these."
"I like this one," as she picks a green one, and I quickly
unroll it on my peter and then get myself ready. I lie on top of
her as she stares at me. My cock is hard and aches from wanting
her deep twat so badly. I put my tip against her beaver and
start to poke her pussy deep and she moans.
I slowly stroke in and out as I run my tongue across her
tits while fucking her. My balls are hot and so is she. Her
pussy is tighter than I remember, and she wraps her legs around
me, pulling my ass closer to her body. Her tits are hard and
sweating. I move my face in and tickle the underside of her
breasts with my tongue.
"Adam...Adam..." she's moaning while I pump my dick in her
cunt. She helps me along and pushes her breasts into my face.
Her swolen clit is wrapped around my teencock as she moves up and
down with force and vigor.
With pure force, I jam my hips and press. I can feel myself
start to come. My own sperm drives through my cock as my body
shudders. Four or five spurts, a lot for someone who's fucking
as often as I am. But she hasn't come yet. She's about to and I
keep pumping for a moment afterwards as she drives her nails into
my back as she comes. I slow down, kiss her gently, pull out of
her and fall back. She falls with me and I kiss her tit lightly,
then stare at her for a moment in the dim light.
"Whoa," she tells me. A light bead of sweat has formed on
her forehead that she wipes away. "So who's going to be the boy
that joins us?" she asks. I look at her with a blank expression.
"I told you I thought it would be good if we had a three-way kind
of thing."
"A three-way kind of thing. Now what would you do if you
had a three-way kind of thing."
"Don't make fun of me," she says, slapping my chest. I
distinctly remember asking you if one of your boys would like to
make it with a couple."
"Oh that. I don't know. There's this one kid, Shaun, he
would be great. But I don't know if he'd be interested in girls.
He's the one who talks and has sex like he's 25, you remember I
told you about him."
"I remember. Ask him. When do you see him?"
"Every day. He's got something going on by where he lives,
so I'll see him tomorrow."
"That's not that Whack contest they're having, is it?"
"Whack-off," I tell her. "Or Jack-off. Not just whack.
And it is, how do you know about it?"
"Everybody in school knows about it. It got kind of boring
for the last few months. This one kid always won, so people
started not showing up, but..."
"But he moved, I heard," I tell her. "Shaun told me all
about it earlier today. Are you going to show up?"
"Of course."
"Aren't they afraid of the police or somebody from school
showing up, a teacher or something?"
"Oh, they have before, they just don't do anything. I mean,
what are they going to charge them with, coming on public
property? Besides, none of the kids are older than 15, so they
pretty much leave them alone. And all the cream keeps the weeds
down."
I check the clock and discover it's almost 9 at night. We
shut the place down at nine and have to have everyone cleared out
by no later than 9:30. I walk into the locker room and hear
voices come from the back. Quickly going into the office, I go
through the cameras and see who's there. Three guys, all about
17 are standing around. They look like they're drunk but feeling
bold I head back there. Apparently the three are the only ones
left in my section of the locker room.
"...and so I asked her 'Hey, do you want to fuck?' and she
looks at me and walks over to me right?" One of the guys is
storytelling to the other two.
"So did you fuck her?"
"What do you mean 'Did I fuck her?' Of course I fucked her.
No, no she fucked me, man." They all break into this hysterical
laughter and I'm sure by now these guys are wasted. I pop into
view in front of them.
"Guys, we're closed. Are you about done?" I tell them. The
oldest, a blond older teen who's just wearing shorts sees me.
"Hey, kid, come here," he calls. I'm not really interested
in anything but getting them out of here, but I go over by him
anyway. He grabs me and swings his arm around my shoulders and
talks to the other two. "Guys, this is my little brother.
Peter. Do you know why they call him 'Peter'?" At this point
they all start laughing drunkenly again.
"Does Peter suck your peter for you, Gary?" one of the
others asks the one that is holding me. 'Gary' turns to me.
"I don't know, little brother, do you suck my peter?"
"Only if you have the two bucks," I tell him. They all go
'ooooo' like they've discovered something special, and Gary digs
in his pocket and pulls out some money.
"Here you go, brother, a two dollar bill." I quickly glance
at the twenty he's just handed me and shove it in my pocket. He
straddles the bench that runs down between the rows of lockers
and pulls his shorts down. His semi-hard cock shows up, cut, and
he gets his two friends on either side of him. Gary puts his
arms on the shoulders of his friends. "Okay Peter, go for it."
The two friends start chanting "Peter" over and over, and I
figure 'What the hell' and sit down on the bench, straddled, and
move up to him.
I take in his cock, now starting to get hard, and move it
into my throat. It starts to get harder as I run my tongue
alongside the rough shaft. His balls hang low under the shaft,
and I quickly rub his nuts with my palm while I continue to blow
him.
The guy starts to grunt and shuts his eyes. The two friends
continue chanting and laughing at the same time. I run my tongue
over his mushroom head and tickle the underside with the tip. I
start to move in and out along his stiff prick, taking it in and
then letting most of it out and repeating.
His nuts are shrinking and the guy is about to spurt. He
pulls the friends closer to him and yells something
unintelligible before spraying warm come. I suck the life juices
out of him before standing up and confronting him. They two
friends are cheering and Gary is about to pass out from a
combination of pleasure and alcohol.
"Now that was a trip," he tells me.
"Five minutes," I say, then turn to walk off. I walk back
into my office, where Troy is standing in front of me.
"Not a bad job," he tells me. I shut off the TV he's been
watching.
"They gave me twenty. You get your one, I get my one and
the eighteen dollar tip," I tell him. He laughs and walks out of
the locker room. I bring up the computer and check the schedule
tomorrow. Fortunately, no one is scheduled for that Jack-off
contest, (why should anyone show, they'll all be there too), and
I block out that time period so no one can call in and schedule
during then.
The three guys stagger out, waving at me as they pass the
window of the office. I wave back, glad that they're leaving.
I walk around the locker room, checking out the lockers.
One locker is shut, so I grab my keys and open it. A duffel bag
reveals someone's clothes. This happens occasionally, someone
comes here and changes, then leaves with friends or whatever and
forgets their stuff. They'll probably be back for it tomorrow.
I find a wallet, but no license so he's probably under 16.
There is a library card, name 'Justin Wells', a name that I
recognize. He also has a couple of the Kiddie-Rubbers in his
wallet, as if he's going to get lucky with anyone other than me.
I grab the bag and go back to the office. Going to the
cabinet, I locate a tape with an act with Justin, and play it. I
find myself fucking him on tape, an unusual change considering I
generally receive the fuck. In his duffel bag, I find a pair of
socks, and the jock aroma hits me. That's something I have to
admit, sweat does turn me on.
I strip off my clothes and watch the tape, leaving his
clothes and his scent near me. On the tape, I'm going pretty
good. He's a blond kid, 14. I'm french kissing the kid while
fucking him, and my own erection now is pretty firm. I grab one
of his socks and inhale deeply.
I grab my cock and jerk it while I watch the screen. Justin
comes in the rec center pretty often, but hasn't seen me for a
while, at least a month. I jerk pretty fast and take in the
scent of his sweat. As I am almost ready to come, I quickly slip
his sock over my cock and finish myself off, spraying the hot cum
into his clothing, pressing my sperm into the toe of his sock. I
remove it, put the sock together with everything else back in the
bag and zip it back up. I walk into the locker room and shove
the bag into his locker and slam it shut.
Going back to the TV, I stop and pull out the tape and
replace it on the shelf. I shut the power off, turn the lights
off in the office and locker room and walk outside where Troy is.
He locks the door.
"What took you so long, Adam?"
"Felt like jerking. Sorry if I kept you waiting."
"Feel like doing anything tonight?" he asks me.
I shrug. "Not really."
"Listen, I was going to talk to you. I've got some
people..." His voice trails off as he looks in the rearview
mirror. I turn around in my seat to see what he's looking at.
Someone is at the doors of the rec center, hunched over and
panting. With the parking lot light, I recognize the cut-off
shirt and exposed belly, and I open the car door. As I run up to
him, I yell out.
"Shaun!" He looks up, and looks like he's ready to run.
"Adam Traugott." He sees it's me and walks towards me. When he
reaches me, he grabs me tight, and I can tell he's half scared to
death over something. The light from above makes me feel like
we're standing in a spotlight, so I move us over to the side and
sit down on the cement siding along the grass with him. Shaun is
still grabbing me tight and half-crying.
"Adam...I..(sob)..I need to...Can I stay with you or
something?"
"Shaun, what happened?"
"My dad...he's being mean or (sniffle) I just need to stay
away from him tonight." I help him up and bring him to the car
where Troy is standing outside.
"Could you open the back door?" I ask of Troy. Troy figures
I know what I'm doing and doesn't question anything. I help
Shaun in, then get in the back seat with him. "He's going to
stay with us tonight, is that okay?" Troy nods and shuts the
door, then opens his and gets in. Shaun is trembling a little
less now, but has looked out the window more than once. I kiss
him lightly and hold him until we get home.
Chapter Four
I'm in this weird state. I know I'm dreaming but things are
almost too realistic. I'm in the bottom of the swimming pool at
the rec center. There is no water in the pool and it's
completely dry. I look up onto the edge of the pool and see
Troy. He's dressed in black. Then all these people start
appearing, all the way around the pool. At first I don't
recognize any of them, Troy is the only one. Before long I find
Julie's face in the crowd. Suddenly I see some of my neighbors,
people from school, all the kids that come to see me. The three
drunks in the locker room are there, Aron and Derek are there.
One of them points at me, but no words are spoken. The guy
starts to laugh. A few more start to laugh, and it gradually
expands to the point where all of them are laughing. I look down
at myself and find that my entire body is now made out of Jell-O.
I'm quivering and shaky and I can't move.
I wake up in a general state of confusion. Why can't I
dream of jumping off cliffs like everybody else?
Waking up, I hear breathing. Shaken into reality, I find
that Shaun's body is pressed against mine. I'm on my side like
Shaun, and he is behind me, his chin hanging over my shoulder,
arms wrapped around my chest. He's still asleep, and I smile as
I remember the last time he had his chin over my shoulder.
I glance at the clock. 5:45 am. There is daylight outside,
the light that illuminates the earth just before the sun comes
up. My alarm isn't due to go off until 7:00, but I can't get
back to sleep. I slowly turn within Shaun's arms and face him,
and put my hands around him to pull him close to me. I look at
him, his boyish face, his light brown hair, and it all comes back
to me how he ended up here. I wonder for a moment what happened,
and I almost wish that he was awake for me to ask. Almost. It
scares me to know, but I don't know why it scares me. It's like
it's a little secret that I want to know but if I find out there
will be consequences. Like the childhood fear of the monster in
the closet. The door is cracked, and you know as long as you
don't go near, it will stay that way. But the primal fear comes
up that if you open the door and look, something inside,
something dark and deadly will take you and not let you return.
I shake the unpleasant thought and drift back to sleep.
Halfway through a repeat of the Jell-O dream my alarm goes
off. I reach to shut it off, disturbing Shaun. We're in the
same position I put us in an hour ago, holding each other. He
looks at me with a blank expression, like he doesn't recognize
me. He smiles slightly when he opens his eyes enough, but the
smile disappears when he obviously remembers the circumstances of
how he arrived at my house.
"How are you this morning?" I ask him. He doesn't look at
me.
"I'm okay," he whispers. I put my hand on his head and pull
him against my chest. He gives me a hug. "Do me a favor."
"Hmmm?" I ask.
"Don't ask me what happened."
"The closet remains cracked."
"What?" he asks me, completely confused. I smile.
"Nothing." I tell him. He shudders from being cold and
grips me tighter.
"I love you," he tells me.
An hour later, after getting dressed, eating, and doing my
exercises that Shaun did with me, I'm sitting in a chair in the
living room facing Shaun. Troy is outside, cleaning the car.
The rec center doesn't open until 8:30, but we have to leave
soon.
"Do you want to come with me?" I ask him. He shrugs.
"What else would I do?"
"You could stay here, I'm sure Troy wouldn't mind."
"I'd feel kind of funny being in someone else's house
alone." He stops and just watches me for a moment.
"You want to ask me about last night, don't you," he asks
me. I nod, not looking at him. "I'll tell you. Don't worry."
Primal fear again.
By ten thirty things have generally improved. I don't have
anyone until eleven, and since I didn't have anyone this morning
at all, it's generally been dull. Shaun has been swimming for a
good part of the morning hours, and I would almost be inclined to
think he was avoiding me, except for what he said his morning and
the fact that he smiles whenever he sees me.
Needless to say, he's decided to skip school. Although he
never gave a reason, my guess would be that he's afraid of his
father showing up there. If his father ever came here, there are
too many places, too many locked doors for his father to find
him. I'm sure Shaun knows that which is why he's comfortable
here.
Shortly before eleven, I check the computer. 805, a number
I don't recognize immediately. I flip through the cards and find
the name. Justin Wells. I thought I saw him come in this
morning to get his duffel bag, and I'm sure he's figured out why
his socks were a little crustier than usual, so naturally he
assumed it was an invitation from me.
As the hour rolls in, Justin appears in my office. His
blond hair is spiked (no one wears their hair spiked anymore,
that's so 1989), and he walks in with the clothes that I found in
the bag last night, including (as you have undoubtably guessed by
now) the socks that I spruced up for him.
"You're taller than I remember you," he tells me.
"That was a month ago. I can't be that taller." He takes
my hand and we walk into the bedroom. I shut the door and he
kisses me long and hard. Speaking of long and hard...
"I found the present you gave me," he tells me, interrupting
my thoughts. I smile.
"It was your fault for leaving them here."
"I might have to do that more often."
"You've been working out, haven't you," I tell him, feeling
his arms and chest through his shirt. He removes this article of
clothing, and his chest, impressively built considering his age,
makes it's tan debut for my viewing pleasure. His pecs are hard
and his entire chest is massive. I nibble on his nipples, which
are hard like rubber, and rub his chest, using the sweat from his
body to make him look high-shined.
Being a couple of inches taller than myself and considerably
bigger despite being the same age, he picks me up with ease and
sets my body down on the bed. He then performs a strip-tease,
showing his hard body to me. I remove all my clothes and feel
we're ready.
"How about I lay you?" He asks me.
"Go for it," I challenge.
He grabs a Kiddie-Rubber out of the drawer. "Holy shit,
technicolor condoms," he says, noticing the colors. He gets one
of the red ones and stretches it over his cock. He lubes, gets
in between my legs, then he gives me a brief smile and teases my
asshole with his thick cock before ramming it into my bowels.
It's bigger than most I get, and for the first time in a long
time, a little painful.
God, I can't believe his size. His whole body just seems to
overpower me, his thick cock moving in and out of my ass. He
pulls me closer to him.
He starts to pump as I watch him. His muscles are tight and
rigid as he keeps penetrating my ass with his massive teencock.
His balls slap against my body and his shaft rubs the base of my
own scrotum. I try to remember the last time I had a cock this
size. Quite a while.
He reams me consistently and really starts getting into the
act. He grabs my hips for support and I put my hands on his
tits, still very hard, and massage them as he fucks. His cock is
like sausage, but it feels good. My ass hurts a little, but it's
the kind of hurt I don't mind, because I feel what he's doing.
He rocks and runs his peter inside me, his full size balls
pounding against my ass. Pulling out and pushing in, he moves
faster.
"I think I'm about to do it," he announces. I'm ready. My
ass hurts from his size but I don't spoil his pleasure. He moves
rapidly, the condom almost splitting, if not melting from the
heat first. The boy is hot.
He grunts loudly several times, increasing in strength and
decibel as he finally plunges into me, hard I might add, and
sprays his juices. I can feel him come, and figure the Kiddie-
Rubber has broken. As he pulls from me, my confirmation is
correct, the head of his prick was too much for it to bear.
About two in the afternoon, Shaun comes in and tells me he's
hungry. I've completely forgotten about lunch by this time, so I
get some money from the desk and we walk out. Houston, if you
don't know, is completely circled by a loop of highway. The rec
center is on the northwest edge of the loop, and there are a lot
of businesses and restaurants down in the area. We walk into a
Braum's and order, then sit by the window to wait for the food.
Shaun keeps looking out the window but doesn't say anything.
It's the normal humid heat for Houston, but the air conditioner
is working inside so we're pretty comfortable. I decide now is a
good time to press.
I tap his knee under the table and he looks at me and
smiles.
"You haven't told me about last night, yet," I tell him. He
stops smiling and looks out the window again.
"I don't know what to tell you."
"Is it something that I was involved in?" I ask him. He
shrugs.
"Kinda." He looks at me. "You know I love you, don't you?"
I nod without taking my eyes from him. "I have this friend,
Taylor, he's my age. He knows about me, what I do. I'd call him
my best friend but I don't like to rank friends. I tell him
about when I go the rec center and all that. I like..." He
pauses, checks if anyone is around close listening. "I like
having sex with you, and I don't care if I turn out gay or
anything. Taylor doesn't care either, but he doesn't want to
have sex with me. We just jerk off together sometimes. But he
likes hearing about you and me.
"I was on the phone last night, and I was telling him about
yesterday. And I was stroking off while I was talking and I'm
sure he was too. But my dad heard me, and he walked in and saw
me with my pants down." That chill I felt this morning runs down
my back. "He was drunk, he started hitting me. I tripped on my
jeans and he stood over me, and took his belt of and hit me with
it. You saw those marks." I had seen them, when he undressed in
my bedroom. I hadn't said anything. He stares out into the
parking lot. "The worst part is that the phone was off the hook
the entire time. Taylor heard everything. I want to talk to
Taylor, but I'm scared to call him. I ran off, I just happened
to run in the direction of the center." He looks at me. "Thanks
for being there." He extends his hand on the table and I reach
for it, holding it for a moment while looking at him. It's
really amazing how mature this kid is, he's so open to me. I
could tell him anything and he'd understand.
I hear the number of our order called over the P.A. system.
Shaun gets up and brings back the loaded tray. I look around at
the people. It's funny to try and guess the lives of people you
see sometimes. What they do and where they live. This
particular Braum's is just off the highway and gets a lot of
travelers in here.
I notice this one particular ten year old. He throws away
some trash, then walks outside to this Dodge Caravan in the
parking lot. He's wearing a button shirt and corduroy shorts
with a gold tan. A guy who I presume is his dad opens the side
door and the kid gets in. By this time, Shaun has looked at what
I was staring at. Anyhow, he gets in, and once inside, pops the
button of his shorts and slides them off, then just sits down.
He's not wearing any underwear, and I catch a glimpse of
everything (he's 10, so it's not a lot), and notice he doesn't
have any tan lines. After a moment of sitting there, the guy
shuts the door, and gets in and drives off.
I look at Shaun, who has this strange look I take for
bewilderment on his face. I shrug my shoulders and take a bite
from the burger I have.
"Maybe he always rides around with no clothes on?" Shaun
suggests.
By the time I get back to the center, it's almost three in
the afternoon. I walk in and see Derek in my office. He's not
happy.
"I thought we said two," he tells me.
"I'm sorry. I was out...I forgot." He stops and doesn't
say anything for a moment, then turns and leaves. I'm tempted to
go after him, but I don't. I feel bad, but the best thing to do
is to probably just leave him alone.
I walk back into the bedroom and lie down. Shaun is out in
the pool again, we're planning to leave about 3:15, that jack-off
contest down by his school. I wonder if his dad might show up
but figure he probably wouldn't even know about it.
I've been thinking about leaving for a while. I thought I
saw a letter from my stepmother in the mail, a return address of
Dallas. I know Troy isn't getting along too well, but at the
very least they can still deal with each other. They have to
keep in touch to a point, since she still owns a little of the
recreation center business hence she gets a cut of the profits.
I should call her. Tell her that I want to come up for a
while. Visit Six Flags for a day, roam the streets of Dallas and
Fort Worth. They have a Wet 'n Wild in Arlington that someone
said is a great place to go watch the kids.
I'm lying on the bed, trying to imagine myself in Dallas and
finally fall asleep. This is one of these strange dreams, except
this is a sex dream for a change. I'm in the rec center, alone
at night. I'm not in the pool this time, and it's full. Right
across the pool from me, standing on the other side is this one
kid. I don't know the name or anything but he's looking right at
me. He's dressed in white pants and a striped shirt (my dream is
not making a fashion statement for me), but he's not smiling. I
walk over to him (never mind the pool is in the way) and look at
him when I'm close up. He looks kind of oriental, but not
really. Dark hair, probably about eleven years old. For some
reason the first thing I ask him if I can see his cock. He
doesn't say anything, just keeps looking at me like I never said
anything at all.
"Well?" I ask him.
"You're going to get me in trouble," he tells me. I don't
say anything for a second, then he unbuttons his shorts. Wait a
second, he was wearing pants a second ago. Nevertheless, he
opens the fly to his shorts that he now wears, and his cock is
making this incredible bulge in his underwear. Incidentally, his
underwear is striped from the same material that his shirt was a
while ago. His shirt, however, is now different. He reaches a
hand behind his underwear and brings out his erect meat. It's
not a cock of an eleven year old, he's supporting a full size
seven or eight incher, and it's at least two inches in diameter.
He's not cut, and he pulls back his skin, then looks up at
me. He looks different, and now I recognize him. This is the
kid from Braum's. I drop to my knees in front of him and put my
hand on his cock. It's hot and huge. I pull the skin back and
forth a few times and look at him. He smiles. "Go ahead," he
tells me. I pull back on him again and open my mouth and just as
I'm about to engulf this kid
"Adam!"
I shake awake. Shaun is at the door with his jacket on.
"Who the hell have you been thinking about?" he asks me. He
walks over and puts his hand over my covered cock and squeezes a
little. I check myself and I've got this big hard-on, but
disregard his comment. A quick check of the clock and I notice
it's three fifteen. Quick 15 minute nap and I jump up. I tousle
my own hair and walk out with him.
"Why do you have your jacket?" I ask him.
"It's getting cloudy, so it's a little cool. Do you have
one?"
"I'll make it," I tell him, hoping that it doesn't rain on
the event. We make it outside and start walking. I run my hands
through his hair and he looks at me and smiles. I grab his
shoulder, and he puts his hand around my waist as we walk toward
the hill.
Chapter Five
By the time we get there, I can't believe how many kids have
shown up. Surely there's going to be cause for parents or school
principals to show up, or the police for that matter, but no one
seems to care.
The clouds have moved on and Shaun is carrying his jacket.
We find a place up on the hill and take a seat. To my right I
see one of the kids that comes into the rec center. I don't know
his name but he recognizes me and waves, but doesn't say
anything.
I locate Aron and Derek up further. Aron waves, but Derek
sees me and doesn't do anything. In fact, he gives me a dirty
look and looks off in some other direction.
"Adam!"
I look around, trying to locate the voice. Some girl I
don't know waves, and I wave back, but there's someone behind me,
apparently also named Adam who yells "Over here!" and I feel
really stupid. Shaun smiles and I hit him lightly in the back.
He falls back against me and I wrap my arms around him.
From up on the bridge, there are about eight or nine boys,
ages ranging from thirteen to fifteen, standing on the ledge or
sitting with their legs hanging off. One kid with a stopwatch
and a clipboard is walking around talking with each of them. I
laugh.
"What?" Shaun asks me.
"Nothing, it just surprises me that this is as organized as
it is. I mean, they've got a timer and everything. What do they
give out as prizes?"
"Just recognition. The kid who wins this is the kid who
gets invited to all the parties, has all the friends. Becomes
popular."
Julie finds me and comes over to me. "How long have you
been here?"
"Just a few minutes." She sees Shaun, and surprises me by
introducing herself to him before I remember that they don't know
each other.
"Hi, Shaun," she tells him.
"Who are you here with?" I ask.
"Just me. Saw you and Shaun over here so I thought I'd sit
here. Is that okay?"
"Fine," I tell her. Shaun nudges closer to me, and I
briefly get the feeling that he's actually jealous. I wrap my
left arm around Julie, and pull them both towards me.
There are a couple of kids peeing in the river and it takes
me by surprise, then I figure that this is one of the last places
to be modest at. Up on the bridge, the kid with the clipboard
calls down.
"Everyone needs to move back!" he calls out. Since the
three of us are pretty far back anyway, I figure he doesn't mean
exactly us so I don't shift. Unfortunately, most of everyone
else has the same reasoning and therefore nobody moves.
"Guys, you're going to get come covered if you're right at
the bottom. Remember Rich?" the kid with the clipboard yells.
"Who's Rich?" I ask.
"The kid who got caught," Shaun tells me. I nod. People
right at the bottom near the river are moving back, but we're
still pretty far up. I check my watch.
"It's close to four, when are they going to start?" I ask no
one in particular. About the time I say that, the boys up on the
bridge stand up, almost in unison, and the clipboard kid stands
next to the last one.
"Gentleman, drop your drawers," he yells. I laugh, and
Julie backhands me in the chest. The guys on the bridge all drop
shorts and jeans, and everybody's hard cock falls out into the
open. A lot of kids applaud and whistle, and one girl yells "All
right!" from the crowd. A couple of the contestants smile.
"None of them are wearing any underwear," I note.
"It's a rule," I'm told by a neighbor I don't know. The
clipboard kid checks his stopwatch.
"Ready," he calls. The guys grab their cocks.
"Set, and Jack!" he yells out. Simultaneously eight kids
start jacking off their cocks in front of half the kids in
Houston. A general cheer goes up from the crowd. One blond kid
I notice is jacking left-handed like I do, and I immediately
start cheering for him for no particular reason. A couple of
kids on the end keep losing grip on their cocks. One in the
middle has his eyes closed, another one keeps staring at someone
in the crowd, but the rest watch themselves or each other.
The left hander starts rubbing his balls with his right
hand, and a couple of kids are doing the same thing. The one
with his eyes closed looks like he might be fingering his ass but
I'm not sure.
"Cream! Cream!" This chant goes up from the crowd and Shaun
joins in. I look at the crowd and notice that a lot of kids
have pulled out their own cocks and are jacking along with the
boys as I call them. I notice Shaun has reached down into his
own pants, but hasn't brought anything out. The boys are jacking
hard, I'll give them that. If all these guys haven't jacked in a
week, this probably shouldn't take too long, but they're
determined to make a show of it. The middle one that's been
keeping his eyes closed grabs his cock with both hands, which
slows him down but he looks like he's working harder at it.
"Oh shit!" one of the guys yells out, and shoots. My guess
is that he never went the entire week without putzing because his
come doesn't go very far. A couple of kids boo him, and the kid
walks away looking a little embarrassed. Someone from down below
sticks a little flag where it landed with a "1" on it, and the
clipboard kid apparently writes this down next to the kid's name.
One kid on the end starts rocking his hips and slows his
jacking a little. The kid with his eyes closed is really digging
in his butt now (I was right) and the one on the end keeps
slowing. The left-hander is using both hands and looks like he
might take a little longer to shoot off.
"Who's the one on the end?" I ask Shaun. He shrugs, but
someone behind me tells me "James" and I nod without turning.
James has his head back and his mouth hanging open and he slows
to almost a stop before finally speeding up. He rubs his cock
faster and groans for what seems like a really long time and
finally yells out. He starts shooting, and the first spurt
sprays out. It's surprising how far he goes, and several in the
crowd cheer. He beats the "1" flag by at least fifteen feet. He
continues to shoot until he looks exhausted and finally looks
down and sees where the one guy puts a "2" flag right on his
come. He smiles and looks over at the kid who's "1" and grins at
him. The "1" kid just looks away. Several kids in the crowd
applaud him before he moves back to watch the rest of the
contest.
"Who's the left-hander?" I ask. The guy behind me says
"here" and tosses a paper into my lap. I look at it, then turn
around and look at him. I don't recognize him but it's a dark
haired kid about 14. "What's this?" I ask him.
"It's a program. Has all the names," he tells me. I look
at the paper.
"You've gotta be kidding," I tell him. He grins and turns
back to the contest. The program has a list of pictures and
names. James Richer is the number two, and a kid who's named
Bill Weiss was the one who got the "1" flag and the boos. The
left-hander I was curious about is Erik Reed.
The kid who's jacking with his eyes closed is Ricky Hahn,
and he looks like he's ready to spurt, but then again he's looked
like that since he started.
Erik doesn't apparently make any noise, but shoots from the
bridge, bending over with his knees buckling as he does so. He
only sprays a single shot, which lands just short of the "2"
flag. A kid runs out with the next sequential flag, and Erik
gets some applause, but not as much as he would have if he had
beaten James for the current number one spot.
I hear a couple of moans from behind me, and a couple of
kids who are masturbating in the crowd come. I can't see their
faces, probably they're lying down, but I see a glob of semen
rise up in the air and fall back down. I check on Shaun, but
he's apparently just rubbing for the good feeling and not aiming
to come right now. I reach down inside his pants and put my hand
by his hand and touch his cock, but he gives me a look that
clearly reads "not here" so I pull out. He smiles slightly,
however, so I don't feel that bad.
Someone from on the bridge screams a short, high pitched
scream that startles me. I look up just in time to see Ricky
spray off the end of the bridge. He looks as startled as I was,
almost like he didn't know he was going to come; Almost like he
didn't know what to expect and it surprised him. His semen falls
about two feet behind the leader, and he doesn't get but a small
applause.
He gets the "4" flag and backs away, looking pretty damned
proud of himself. Julie reaches around me, and it startles me
because I just about forgot she was there.
There are four more guys to go. I check my program and find
Jon still going, looking like he's concentrating on this
difficult task of ejaculating. There's Tony, a curly hair kid
who looks so plain that it's easy to forget what he looks like.
Jerry and Neal round out the remaining contestants.
The "cream!" cheer starts up again from the audience, having
died down after the first kid shot. Tony keeps rocking sideways.
Neal, who is now on the end after James moved away, really starts
rubbing himself hard like he's having a little trouble. Nerves?
Jerry, a blond who's short and probably the youngest out of
any of them, is jacking and bouncing on his toes. He rubs a
little faster then comes off the end. Surprise! This kid shoots
off and ties James. The crowd takes a second, and a loud cheer
goes up and Jerry's all smiles. He looks over at James, who
gives Jerry the finger, then turns back to the crowd. The fifth
flag is placed parallel to the "2".
Jon shoots almost without notice, and places his come about
three feet behind the two leads. The flag is put down, and Jon
moves back by James. James is still threatening poor Jerry,
apparently over taking some of his fame away. Jerry's pointing
his cock in James' direction like he's going to pee on him or
something. Nobody's moving, though.
This leaves Neal and Tony. Neal still looks like he's
having trouble and is debating on whether to give this up or not.
Tony's still going, but keeps slowing down. That's about the
time I feel something hit my neck. I turn around, and Shaun and
Julie turn around to see what I'm turning around about. From
behind me, a kid, different from the one who gave me the program,
is sitting with his dick in his hand, dribbling come. I reach
and wipe some of his come off my neck and he grins. He stops
grinning, however, when I throw it back and hit him in the face
with it. He looks like he's about ready to get up and do
something about it, but he just stuffs his cock in his shorts and
looks back up at the bridge.
By the time I feel it's safe to turn around again, Neal has
given up and walked off the bridge. No one seems to care. Tony
is breathing hard and rubbing faster. He's about ready to shoot.
The crowd starts chanting again. I join in, and both Julie and
Shaun do, too. He's moving with lightening speed. The
contestants behind him are watching closely. The clipboard kid
keeps tabs on his watch. The kid on the ground has the "6" flag
in hand, ready to move when something happens.
They start applauding, encouraging him. Tony's almost
hesitating. His young cock is raw, his hand moving across his
prick, his lips pulsing with his breath. He has his balls in
hand, rubbing and squeezing, anything to push the come further,
to spray in the air, to put more distance between his raw cock
and the landing spot that could make or break him. He's moving.
He's rocking. He's jacking.
With a yell, he bucks back and stops. His hand freezes and
for an instant I think something is wrong before he starts
shooting come. He starts rubbing quickly, encouraging it. It
shoots from the tip of his prick, across the grass and lands.
The kid on the ground rushes out to plant the flag. The kids are
cheering. The flag is planted. At least a foot behind the
others.
Jerry and James both move up to the edge of the bridge. The
crowd goes wild. James, who only a few minutes ago appeared like
he would have pushed Jerry off the edge if given the chance, now
appears not to care. The both share the limelight this time. As
a disappointed Tony and the other losing participants move off
the bridge, they leave the two boys on their platform. The crowd
is yelling out. The official Houston Jack-Off Contest comes to a
close with two winners. James Richer. Jerry Allen.
Chapter Six
Shaun is right behind me as I pry up the window. It's dark,
no moon or streetlight around to illuminate the area. As I move
the window up its track, it makes no noise. Shaun nudges me from
behind and I crawl in.
After a minute to adjust to the darkness, I notice the two
boys lying in their twin beds. The beds sit across from each
other in the large room and Shaun makes his way toward the far
end. I look at the other boy, about 11 years old. The brothers
that are sleeping are both 11, actually. Shaun slips out of his
shoes first, then his socks, shirt, and finally undresses
completely. He draws back the covers on the bed he's by. The
11-year-old is lying completely asleep, only in his underwear
which Shaun starts to remove.
I move over toward the bed nearest me. I don't know his
name. I pull back the covers on him and he's dressed in the same
underwear as his brother. I start taking off my clothes while
watching Shaun. Shaun has managed to get the boy hard and is
starting to give the child a blowjob. I take off the last of my
clothes and undress the kid like Shaun did, slowly drawing his
white shorts down and tossing them away. I crawl in and slip
down until the boy's small cock is in front of my face. He's not
cut, so I grip him and pull back his foreskin, allowing his meat
to respond. He turns to lie on his back, still asleep. I run my
tongue along his short shaft but he doesn't move. Checking on
Shaun, I find him still sucking the boy he's working on, and the
boy apparently doesn't feel a thing. Surprising.
I take my boy's cock in my mouth, but he shifts. He wakes
up and props himself up on the pillows, staring down at me. I
look up at him.
"Hey," I tell him. "You're the Braum's kid. What are you
doing here?"
He stares at me for a moment, not saying anything. Finally,
he moves out from under me, gets up and walks to his closet. He
pulls out a blue sleepshirt, that drapes all the way down to his
knees, covering his undersize equipment. He looks behind me, and
I check on Shaun, but he isn't there anymore. In fact, both he
and the brother and the bed are all missing. I'm alone with the
kid from Braum's.
"What's your name?" I ask him.
"Adam."
"What?" I do a disbelief take.
He looks straight at me. "Wake up!"
I shudder for a moment, then squint. Shaun is lying beside
me. It takes me a moment to shake the dream.
"Your alarm didn't go off," Shaun tells me. I quickly
assess the situation, finding myself in his arms again, at close
to 8 in the morning. The sunlight floods my bedroom.
"I was dreaming about that kid again," I tell Shaun.
"What kid?"
"The kid...the one we saw at Braum's the other day. The one
who undressed in the van that drove off."
"Sex dream?" I nod. He reaches down to my hard cock,
apparently to see if I came in my sleep. I haven't. "Must've
not been too exciting," he tells me.
By ten in the morning, I'm back at the rec center. At least
tomorrow is Sunday, a day off. I usually don't try to make
Saturday an active day, considering after a week of heavy fucking
I'm getting a little sore, but still it manages to be pretty
busy. Saturday is probably the only day that I do my "real job",
getting towels and lockers for kids in my side of the gym. We
have a counter right behind the door into the locker room that I
sit behind, taking a look at all the kids running in and out.
From where I sit, I can see the showers, so I pretty much keep
busy between assigning lockers and watching kids play with each
other in the showers. Sometimes it gets pretty intense.
A kid who's about 13 or 14 walks up.
"Is Shaun here?" he asks me. I shake my head.
"I haven't seen him in a few days. Why?"
"I'm not looking for him for his dad. You're Adam, right?"
I nod. "I'm Taylor, one of his friends." I pause for a moment,
deciding whether I should admit Shaun is here.
"He might have left, let me check," I tell him, leaving him
at the counter. I walk back into the office, he's playing games
on my computer.
"Taylor is here. He wants to talk to you." Shaun takes a
deep breath.
"You think I should talk to him?" he asks me.
"I think you should do whatever you feel needs to be done,"
I say, stepsiding the question. He nods.
"Tell him I'm back here."
I throw my keys on the desk, and they land by Shaun.
"That's to my bedroom back there, if you want privacy." I walk
out and back the counter. Taylor is still there.
"He's in the back, in the office inside the locker room."
"Does his dad know he's here?"
"If his dad knew he was here, he wouldn't be here," I tell
him. He walks away.
I'm still dishing out towels and shit twenty minutes later
when nobody has emerged from my office. I take a quick trip back
there, and I walk up the bedroom door and knock.
"Shaun?"
"Yeah, it's open," I hear Shaun say. I walk in, and Shaun
has his shirt off, showing Taylor the marks his dad made. Taylor
is in awe.
"Shit..." he's saying, "I don't know what I'd do if my dad
did that." Shaun looks up at me.
"Sorry we took so long. We started talking." I shrug and
sit on the bed on the other side of Shaun from Taylor.
"Do you really have sex with guys?" Taylor asks me.
"Why? Do you want to go at it?" Taylor smiles but
declines. "I do what feels good," I tell him. He accepts this
and goes back to Shaun's wounds.
"What time are you going home?" Shaun asks Taylor.
"Ten thirty." I check my watch and inform him that 10:30
has already passed. He says "Oh, shit" and races out, leaving
Shaun and me to ourselves. Shaun looks over at me.
"He always leaves like that." I nod, not saying anything.
The marks on Shaun's back are disappearing day by day. Slowly.
I put my hands on his back and massage him a little. He winces
when I rub across one of the marks, and I avoid that in the
future.
"How long do you think you can stay away?" I ask him. He
doesn't say anything at first.
"I don't know. As long as I can, but..." he trails off. "I
have to go back, but shit, what's that going to be like? But I
can't stay here forever."
I grip his sides and pull him back, leaning his back against
me. I wrap my arms around his body and hold him for a moment.
He's cold, a little.
"Just remember, you can stay with me as long as you need
to," I tell him. He accepts the offer, but doesn't seem
comforted. "Come here," I tell him. He turns around and I kiss
him lightly, then longer. I reach and pull his body against
mine, leaning onto the bed. I can tell he's nervous, his face is
tense. We stop kissing for a moment, but he grips me hard and
doesn't let go. He puts his mouth by my ear.
"I want to make love to you," he whispers to me. I kiss his
cheek, then his neck.
"Wait a second," I tell him. I get up and quickly lock the
door, then stand in front of the bed. He kicks his shoes off as
I pull off my own shirt. I dim the lights to low and sit down on
the bed beside him. I look at his face, I can see that he cares.
His eyes, the way he looks at me. He pulls me over to him and
just holds my body for a moment and I can hear his breathing, his
heartbeat, everything about him. I think I love him. I know I
do.
He reaches for the button on my pants but I stop him, just
to kiss and hold him a bit longer. I don't want him to leave.
He's scared, and I can sense that. He's vulnerable, but I'm his
comfort. I'm the one who cares about him. God, I can't believe
how I'm feeling.
His breath I can feel against my skin. He finally gets my
pants off my body and I'm not wearing anything like him now. I
slow him down, because I know he wants to go slow. He looks at
me for a moment when I put my hands on his chest. The way the
light comes off his hair, the way his skin, his chest, his belly
all look so soft. I'm shaking by the time he rests his lips
against mine. I pull him against me, his soft nipples teasing my
own chest, his firm boyhood pressing into my loin. I want to
drag this out. This isn't a quickie, not a charge session, not
an in-and-out get-it-over-with. This is something different.
This is caring. This is love.
I bring his shoulders closer to me as he licks my lips with
his tongue. His backside is sweating. Slightly. I put my hands
on his butt and push him against me. His young cock is firm. He
runs his hands through my hair as he continues to kiss me. The
room is hot.
I turn him over and lie his body down, putting him on his
back. I kiss him on the lips, then the chin, then on his neck,
teasing the hairs that barely exist. I take his nipples into my
mouth, moistening them. Then his stomach, feeling the soft skin
of his belly against my face. His erection is standing, jutting
into the air, waiting for some attention of its own.
I encircle my lips around his boyhood. He shifts and
groans, and I begin to realize that this is the first time that
he has experienced this. Until now, he's strictly been inside of
me. But I have him now, his peter is moist but hard. He gulps
for air, swallowing hard, and he wipes the sweat from his face.
His shaft is slick as I run the length of it, running my
tongue under the ridge of his circumcised cock. The small amount
of light brown hair that accompanies his penis runs across my
nose as I bring him all in. All his equipment, taking everything
into my throat as I bring Shaun to a level of ecstasy that he has
not yet experienced. A new height of orgasmic intensity.
His balls are sans hair, but are good size for a young boy
his age, well formed and full. I pull off from his peter and
circle each one of his testicles, one at a time, feeling the
shallow ridges. I can feel them responding, shifting within his
smooth scrotum. Shaun himself is not without movement, his whole
body shifting slightly as I make him feel something he hasn't
felt before. He keeps gasping, his soft-skinned chest rising and
falling in the dim light. I can see the sweat rising through his
skin, all over his body.
I start to run my tongue around his cockhead, around the
sensitive line on the underside of his cock. His moaning has
risen to a louder sound. He rubs the sweat from his chest into
his nipples with his hands, moves his butt slightly off the bed
as if to push it toward me before I nudge him back down. Shaun
is almost panting from shortness of breath. My own sweat now
drips on his body. His cock swells in my jaw, his balls moving
toward his body, his scrotum tightening. He's getting louder.
I almost feel a chill as his entire body shudders, his hands
gripping the air. His cock pushes against the roof of my mouth
and I can feel the come of a young boy begin to flow. The jet is
strong, the orgasm intense. He tastes sweet, and I feel the come
running down the back of my throat in a series of spurts, his
whole body tight and his butt lifted slightly from the covers.
He cries out quietly, a post-orgasmic sound that you cannot
mistake for anything but pleasure as his spurts slowly die down
and I take in the last of his semen. I run my tongue along the
side of his cock, cleaning the last of his fluids before moving
up to face him.
I crawl along side him, my sweat so thick on my body it
feels tight. Shaun is wet, and he looks at me, still gasping for
breath, still panting. He swallows hard and sighs, looking at
me, too weak to speak or to move. I reach my hand around him,
pulling his overheated body against mine, and touch my lips
against his. He responds, still weak, but returns the kiss with
a passion I never realized he contained.
I gently lie him back down and nudge against him and I can
still feel the heat coming from his chest. I place my hand and
feel his heart through his breast, moving at a rapid rate. I can
feel my own heartbeat in my chest which is no slower.
"You know," he starts out, barely being able to speak. "I
never thought it could get like this. I mean, it was always
good, but..." He trails off. The sweat is still running down
the side of his face.
"Can I take you?" I ask. He looks strangely at me.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean..." I stop and think for a moment. "You know
something," I start off, "There's just not a romantic way to say
'butt-fucking'. 'Anal sex' sounds too medical, and every other
term is kind of vague."
"You could tell me you want inside of me," he says, smiling
weakly.
"Fine then. May I be inside of you?" I ask him. He laughs
but acts like it hurts his chest to laugh. He is completely
exhausted.
"Mr. Traugott, take me the best you know how," he pants. I
move on top of him, careful not to put my weight on his body. He
moves his legs up, setting his heals on my butt and looks at me.
He still has that look in his eyes and I just stare for a moment,
watching his face, the beads of sweat resting above his eyebrows.
I lean down and kiss, first letting my lips brush his, then a
little longer, running my tongue along the inside of his mouth,
touching the tip of his tongue with mine.
I feel my own erection firm as I kiss Shaun. He swings his
hips upward as I set the tip of my cock against his sphincter.
With barely a sound, I nudge forward, letting the head of my
penis slip into him. He has been sweating so much that he's
slick, no friction other than the natural tightness of this early
teenager. He kisses me more intensely as his ass pulses,
tightening and releasing as I slowly move into him. He's doing
wonderfully and I begin to suspect that this is not the first
time he's done this, but I quickly get rid of the thought.
I'm in a couple of inches, his bowels beginning to loosen a
bit more. He drops his head back on the pillow, his face showing
a slight pain, and I question whether I should continue, but he
nods to go on. I push in an inch further. His face shows the
strain.
"Are you sure you want this?" I ask him. He looks surprised
I even would consider asking.
"I want this, Adam. I really want it and I really want it
from you. Please." I move forward and he winces and tells me to
hold on for a moment, to let himself adjust before continuing.
"I think your fingers are longer than mine," I tell him. He
looks confused for a moment because I've taken his mind off the
task. He puts his hand against my palm to test, exactly like I
figured he would, and on cue I interlace my fingers with his. He
smiles and shuts his eyes, nodding again to continue. I move in
another notch and my balls rest against his ass.
"You have me," I tell him. He looks at me like he almost
doesn't believe me but reaches with his free hand and pulls my
head toward him, planting his lips against mine once more. I
pull my cock out a little, very slowly, and run it back inside
him. He makes a noise like he's hurt a little, but it subsides
quickly enough. I repeat this action but this time he makes no
noise.
He runs his tongue against mine as I move out a little
further, then more until I'm almost out and move to go back
inside. He grunts a little, nothing more than expected, and
drops back against his pillow, leaving me to watch his face. I
touch my lips against his chest while slowly starting to make
love to him. The sweat from before has dried, but new sweat is
forming, collecting on his brow, his chest and under his balls.
His scrotum occasionally hits the shaft of my cock as I ream him
slowly, the skin tickling my peter.
He untenses and opens his ass a little more, letting me go a
little faster. Shaun watches me, his light brown hair reflecting
the dim light, his eyes that look golden staring at me. He
smiles sleepily at me.
His own cock is semisoft, not completely flat but not big
enough to do anything with. Since he already had one orgasm I
don't think he will get another erection, but with a 13 year old
(almost 14 as he tells me), you never know. He is leaking some
pre-seminal fluid like I am and he occasionally rubs it into his
belly.
My own penis is swelling a bit, my balls moving in
micromeasurements up to my body. Sweat is beginning to drop down
on his chest as Shaun reaches up and runs his hands against my
face while he's breathing deeply. I ask him if he's doing okay
and he groans a response.
I start to shake as I feel my orgasm coming on. I tell
Shaun this and he tells me he wants me to hold out as long as
possible, but I'm sure I can't continue for long. I'm becoming
short of breath, my cock aching, my testicles moving against my
body. I feel the come rising in my peter as I become rapid
breathed.
"Shaun..." I hear myself moan "God..." as he reaches up and
drives his tongue into my mouth. I bump my hips against his
butt, my scrotum slamming against the valley of his ass as I
start to come. He pushes his face against me and wraps his legs
tight around my body, pulling me into him as I start spurting my
fluids into him. I shake and shudder as we make out, all the
while pumping hot semen into his bowels.
Several shocks of come go inside of him before I can slow
down. My own orgasm is intense and I collapse on top of Shaun.
I flip over with him so he's on top to prevent myself from
crushing his small body and he moves his butt up my cock and back
down, milking the last bit of sperm, milking the last bit of
good, intense feeling from me. I remain with my arms wrapped
around him, his chest against mine, my peter still inside of him,
softening. I feel completely deflated with Shaun still kissing
me, sweating profusely. The hairline on Shaun's head is
completely wet as I'm sure mine is, too. I reach and massage his
tender young buns, feeling the heat and sweat come off his body.
"You know all those tapes of greatest sex acts I have?" I
ask him, barely being able to form words. He nods, shaking sweat
and letting it drop on my face. "I'm going to go in with a
magnet and ..." I catch my breath. "I mean, this just beats the
hell out of all of it."
"You taped this one?" he asks. I shake my head.
"Shaun," I start, stopping to kiss him again. "When it's
like this, you don't need a tape to remember how it was." I
pause again, breathing so hard it hurts. I look at his tender
face again.
"I love you," I tell him. Before he can respond, I press my
mouth against his. He lifts his head away from mine.
"I'll always love you, you know that, don't you?" he asks
me. I kiss him in reply, barely being able to breathe. As far
as I'm concerned, there's no one better than Shaun.
"I don't want to do this anymore," I tell him. Shaun is
slipping his underwear back on while I'm watching him.
"You mean you don't want to have sex with me?"
"No, I mean that I don't want to have sex with everyone
else. You know, charging and schedules. I feel like a
prostitute."
"Do you still want me?"
I'm surprised he asked that. "Shaun, I'll always want you.
When you're 30 and in New York or L.A. I'll still want you." I
think for a moment. "What are you going to do with your life?"
"I don't know. Maybe race cars."
"Kind of dangerous," I tell him. He slips his pants on and
shrugs, buttoning up the fly.
"Like I said, I don't know. It's not like I have to decide
anytime soon." He locates his shirt. "What about you?"
"Something like Business Administration."
"What exactly is that?" he asks me. He's finding his socks.
"I don't know, but it sounds like a high money career,
doesn't it?" He shrugs again. "What are you planning to do
now?"
"I need to call home. It's been two days, God knows what my
parents think has happened to me."
"Phone on my desk," I tell him. He slips the shoes on his
feet and finishes his shirt and adjusts his balls. That last
move makes me smile. He returns the grin.
Shaun walks out and I follow him, since I'm already dressed.
He dials his house and waits.
"Hi mom, it's me...no, I'm alright. I've been staying with
a friend for a couple of days...." He cups his hand over the
receiver and talks to me. "My mom says she understands, she's
not mad for me running away." I nod and leave him in privacy.
"Troy?" Troy is sitting behind his own desk in his office,
shuffling papers. He never looks up. "Troy, I want to quit."
"Quit what?" He mumbles, watching the desk.
"Quit fucking everyone. I just want to give it up, tell
everyone I'm through."
"Fine," he says in a low voice.
"Fine? No protest? That's it?"
"Fine," he repeats. "Anything else?"
I never answer him, still not believing him. I shake my
head and walk out of his office. Shaun almost startles me,
standing just outside the door.
"You're not going to believe this," I tell him. "I told
Troy I quit and he just said 'fine', just like that. What the
hell is wrong with him?" Then I notice Shaun hasn't paid
attention to a word I said. "Shaun?"
"My dad is dead, Adam," he tells me. He's absolutely
faceless, just staring at that same spot on the wall. I make a
move toward him and he grabs me, squeezing me tight and crying.
"What happened?"
"He..um...it was last night...he just died...his liver they
said...gone...from drinking."
"Are you okay?" I ask him. He doesn't say anything, just
grabs me tighter and sniffles, taking my hand then stepping back.
He holds my hand, watching my face. He wipes his nose with the
back of his hand and straightens out a little, fighting the urge
to cry.
"Can you walk me home?"
I nod. I lead him out of the recreation center, past the
pool with a few kids diving, past the half empty basketball
courts and out the door. The Houston humidity and heat hits me
in the face as we take down the path. Shaun isn't saying
anything. He still pulls me against him.
Chapter Seven
I'm sitting in my office, scanning pages on the computer of
clients. I really surprise myself how many people come in. A
lot of the dates of when they last came in are a month past, some
a little less, but all these kids. I mean, how much come can one
kid's body produce, anyway? Namely mine.
From out in the locker room, I notice a blond hair kid,
about 13 or so who looks familiar. He's with someone else who I
don't know, but I walk out to where he's at. He's in the process
of changing and is down to his shorts.
"Do I know you?" I ask him. He looks me over and shakes his
head.
"I don't think so. Why?"
"You just look familiar to me."
"Were you at the Jack-Off contest?" I nod. "That's where.
I won it."
Now I place him. "You're Jerry." He nods. "You did a
great job."
He thanks me as his friend excuses himself and walks away.
"How did you manage to shoot come that far?"
He drops his shorts and continues changing. His black
underwear supports a good size hard-on. "It's not that
difficult. You just have to jack off a lot, where your body
makes a lot of come. Then when you take the week off, it's used
to making so much that it builds up and you get a lot of pressure
from it."
"What's 'a lot'?"
"Oh, I was probably masturbating six or seven times a day."
"That should sound like a lot but it doesn't," I tell him.
He asks why. "Well, that's at least how much I was having sex.
I fuck a lot."
"You must be that kid who works here. I've heard about you
from school. You've got a great rep."
I shrug. "I just do what I like doing."
"You wouldn't," he starts, lowering his voice, "You wouldn't
like to fool around with me. I've never had my dick sucked
before."
I almost say yes before stopping. I think about it for a
moment, watching him finger his covered cock, smiling at me.
"I can't," I finally tell him. "I have a lover on a full
time basis now, and I'd feel like I was cheating. Not to say I
wouldn't love to, I mean I was really watching your cock when you
were at the contest. You have great cock and a great ass and
everything, but..." He nods.
"You want to be faithful. I understand." And then in
almost an act of defiance he drops his underwear down and his
cock springs into view. I'm supporting a major hard-on by this
point and want to desperately take him, to run my tongue along
his cock, to pull his ass to my face and tonguefuck him deeply.
But I feel so much for Shaun now.
"If you want someone to suck you off, if you like girls, I
have a friend who I know will do it. She works in the other
locker room but you can go in through the back.
"Sure, a blowjob's a blowjob, right?" Yeah, right. I
excuse myself and go into my office and pick up the phone to make
a call. Shaun answers.
"Shaun? Adam Traugott. Can you talk?"
"Yeah, I guess." I then realize that it hasn't been that
long since he found out about his dad, and he's not going to get
over it immediately.
"Shaun, this is a really bad time for this, but I want to
ask you a favor."
"Sure."
"Could you either come down here right away or give me
permission to suck a kid off? I've got a huge boner and if I
don't do something about it it's not going to go away, and
jacking off is not going to take care of it." He pauses for a
moment.
"Who's the kid?"
"Jerry, from the Jackoff contest. He's practically rubbing
his cockhead against my lips, Shaun."
"Do you love me?"
"Yes, of course I love you, there's no question of that."
I'm practically pleading with him and he's so content on the
phone.
"Then don't do it." He hangs up. This is probably the
first time that I've been in this situation. Out of all the
times I've had sex with other boys, all the times I've been asked
or I've propositioned someone else, this is the first time I've
ever had to turn someone down. I pick up the phone and dial
Shaun's house again.
"Shaun? Adam again." Then silence. My first reaction is
to apologize. Apologize for what? For considering someone else.
For having a tendency to find someone else attractive. But come
on, it was only a couple of days ago that I got really serious
with Shaun. It's not like I said I wouldn't have sex with anyone
else. I just said I wanted to quit charging people. What about
girls? Did he expect me to quit having sex with Julie? All of a
sudden I want to quit this relationship. But I love Shaun. Oh
shit, this is confusing.
"Adam...Adam?" I'm shaking into reality by his voice.
"Shaun, can you come over, or can we meet someplace?" He's
silent for a moment.
"How about Braum's?"
"Sure. Half an hour." And then he hangs up. I'm not sure
what I want to say to him. I want to make him understand that I
still love him, but I can't continue this. The phone rings.
"Adam, can you come into my office?" Troy asks me. I tell
him fine and hang up. Troy is sitting behind his metal desk when
I walk in, not looking much different than when I told him I was
quitting. He looks up at me when I walk in but doesn't say
anything.
"What's going on?" I ask him. He shows me an envelope.
It's from my stepmother in Dallas, a letter to Troy presumably.
"I got a letter from your mother about a week ago."
"Stepmother," I correct. He doesn't acknowledge it.
"She's still in Dallas. Still lives by herself, works at
one of the oil companies."
"Halliburton."
"Yeah, whatever. She wants you to come live with her."
"She's said that before, why the concern now?" I ask. Troy
looks uncomfortable.
"I think you may have to this time."
"Why?"
"I don't think I can support you. Adam, I'm going bankrupt.
The recreation center is going under and I'll probably be out of
business by the end of the month."
"I thought we were doing okay, I mean, we have business and
everything."
"Oh, we have business, we just don't have enough. Some
company wants to buy this land, use it for some office buildings.
Something like it's good because it's close to the highway. If I
sell now, I'll have enough to live on, probably be enough to last
me so I won't have to find work for a while. But just if it's
me. I just can't support two people, that's all." I have a
feeling he's lying. Companies don't buy commercial space for
small change, but I don't say anything. This is my out, too.
He's sweating from the heat in the room. "So you want me to
go?"
He doesn't say anything, but I know the answer. I just
shrug and walk out of the room.
By the time I get to Braum's, I've forgotten what I wanted
to talk to Shaun about. He's sitting at the same table we were
at last time, eating ice cream. The recycled cool air hits me as
I walk though the door. He doesn't look up until I sit down.
Nothing about him has changed. I don't even think his dad dying
had that great of an effect on him.
"Any good?" I ask him. He looks confused. "The ice cream?
Any good?"
He shrugs. "Peanut and pecan. Want it?" asks Shaun,
pushing the dish across the table. I shake my head and he takes
it back.
"You're not looking that bad, considering."
"I doing okay. You?"
I shrug. "Seriously, though, you look like you're handling
things pretty well."
He shrugs again, keeps watching out the window.
"Actually, it's not all good," I continue. "Talked to Troy.
He said the rec center is going under. I'm going to have to
leave for Dallas."
"Why?"
"Live with my stepmom."
"Are you coming back?" he asks, turning towards me. I shake
my head and he looks disappointed.
"You could always visit me," I tell him.
"Oh, right. Five and a half hour drive to Dallas. I'll
just borrow my mom's car."
"Shaun, I'm serious. Fly up there, I'll pay for it."
"You couldn't afford it and you know that. You're not going
to have a job."
"I'll get something eventually."
"McDonald's at four bucks an hour?" I stay silent for a
while, Shaun keeps looking out the window. I check what he's
looking at, half hoping the kid I saw had come back, but no one I
recognize is in the parking lot. The sun keeps bouncing off the
street, and the Houston humidity makes the sun break apart,
forcing me to squint. Shaun's face, gold from being out in the
sun, keeps a steady watch on the highway. He doesn't say
anything for quite a while, his ice cream melting. Finally he
looks at me.
"I'll miss you." He watches my face, probably hoping I'll
change my mind and stay.
"I'm not gone yet, Shaun. I'll probably still be here a
couple of weeks, maybe. I didn't get many specifics on what the
situation is."
"Have you told anyone else?"
"I just found out," I tell him. I grab his spoon and take
some of his dessert. He starts to push the rest toward me, but I
shake my head. Instead, I spoon out another bite and feed it to
him, his lips wrap around the spoon, and he watches me, staring
directly into my eyes as he swallows. He hints a smile but the
plastic spoon still in his mouth hampers his efforts. I use it
and grab another bite for myself.
"Listen," I start off, "do you want to come over to the rec
center tonight, about nine thirty or a little after?"
"I thought you closed at nine."
"We do," I tell him, smiling as I chew up a small peanut.
"I figure we can go for a swim or something. It's so cool to see
the pool, if you shut the overhead lights off, and all you have
on are the lights under the pool. It looks like the whole thing
just glows. We can't do that when people are in the pool for
safety reasons, you can't see if anyone is in trouble..."
"But after you close," he finishes, realizing I'm talking
about more than swimming or glowing water.
"Is there a problem with you being out that late?"
"I'll just tell my mom I'm spending the night with you. She
won't care." He takes the spoon and finishes the last of his
peanut and pecan, sliding the dish over to me, touching my hand
as he does. I do a quick check, but since it's the middle of the
afternoon, not many people are here. I hook his finger with
mine, watching his face.
If you've never seen a Houston sunset, you're missing out.
I've been told there are better places, but as far as I'm
concerned, it's one of the things I'll miss when I leave this
city. The sun doesn't even go completely down until nine, the
flat lands looking red, the fire setting and illuminating the
clouds. If you're looking in a direction where the sun sets
behind the city, it looks like the whole city is glowing from the
outer edges.
We have a three quarter view from the swimming pool. All
three walls are just giant windows. They don't fog here like
they do further north because the humidity inside and outside is
often close enough not to cause fogging. I'm sitting in a lawn
chair about 9:20 or so, one of those floating lawn chairs, going
around the pool. I told Troy that I'd just walk home, and that
Shaun was going to be with me. He's been so preoccupied with his
business in the last couple of days I don't think he even heard
me. He says the office that wants to take over the land,
DataCorp, will probably keep the majority of the buildings and
the pool and use it for a gym for its workers. I remember joking
with Troy, telling him that since they often kept the first
erected buildings in a city as monuments, that they should keep
my bedroom since I know a lot of boys who were first erected in
there. He didn't get it.
The orange sunset is flooding the whole room as I float
around the pool, just wearing my shorts. The pool is heated and
you can feel steam rise off the surface. I had shut the lights
off earlier, and the light is coming off the surface in a blue
hue. Eventually the sun slips completely behind the land at
about the time I hear a door in the back of the building open and
close, and I see Shaun come in through one of the doors. He has
on his oversized T-shirt and swim trunks.
"What are you wearing swimwear for?" I ask him. He walks
over to the side of the pool nearest me.
"My mom made me wear them."
"She knows you're here?"
"She knows Troy's going to be here. He's not, right?"
I gesture the affirmative and he slips off the shirt and
shoes and dives into the pool, skimming the blue water and
popping up in front of me. I help him onto the lawn chair and
grab him tightly, pulling me tight against me where it's hard to
breathe. He settles in next to me.
"You don't know how much I wanted to reach across and kiss
you in Braum's today," he tells me. Yes I did, Shaun.
"I hear that behavior is more acceptable in What-a-Burger."
He smiles and I kiss him, his lips tasting faintly of chlorine
from the pool. He scrapes his tongue against mine before pulling
away.
Outside, the sunset is just finishing up the show. The pool
is about the only thing illuminating the room. I run my hand
across his tan chest, his nipples hard from the combination of
water and air. He is slightly chilled from being wet, and I pull
him closer to my body, his skin feeling cold against my side.
"I love you," he tells me. I press lightly against his lips
with my finger, watching his eyes.
"Don't talk. Don't say anything." I replace my finger with
my mouth, hitting his teeth with my tongue with a sloppy kiss as
he adjusts himself on the chair. But his movement is too
erratic, and he tips the chair over letting us fall in the pool.
I use the moment to my advantage, while underwater I grab
his shorts and pull, relieving him of his clothes. Swimming
over, I pop up a good ten feet away from him, waving his swim
trunks in the air.
"You just beat me to them, Adam," he tells me. I fling the
wet shorts over to the side, and follow up the measure by
removing my own. I swim toward him and pull him to the shallower
section where we can both stand.
I get in front of him and wrap my legs around him, letting
him support my body. He would never be able to do that normally,
but the water counteracts my weight so he can support me. The
feeling of another's body against you while you're in a body of
water like a pool, while you're both sans clothes has to be the
most unusually wonderful feeling, next to the act of making love.
The way the skin can feel kind of rubbery, kind of, and the way
his cock kind of rubs your body, not really erect, not really
anything, just strange.
I wrap my arms around him as he supports me by my ass and
kiss him again. I run a hand through his drenched hair, pulling
it all the way back. Water runs down his face like beads of
sweat while we kiss, rocking our heads and letting no breath
escape from our lips. I stop and stare at him for a moment,
watching the way the light from the pool illuminates his face,
the water slowly running down his cheeks, his nose twitching
slightly as the water vapor from the surface tickles it a little.
His baby smooth, boyish face just staring at me. I'm breathing a
little hard as I pull him against me, almost crying out of love.
I don't want to move, I don't want to let go. I don't even want
to consider Dallas anymore, I don't want any of this to end. And
for tonight, it won't.
"What's wrong?" he asks me. I realize I haven't moved,
haven't done anything for a long while.
"I was just...I dunno...Looking at your face...that face,
you've a..." I stare for a moment. "I'm going to miss that
face."
He smiles at me, understanding.
"I love you, Shaun. It's weird, I never figured I'd get
caught up in this. I mean, being gay and everything, that's a
little heavy."
"You don't like it?"
"No, it's not that." I don't quite know how to explain it,
so I don't bother. He looks at me, waiting for me to continue,
but I just shake my head and let myself down, standing on the
pool floor. His hand is interlaced with mine as I lead him to
the edge. He hops onto the concrete side, his legs still
dangling in the water. I move in front of him, still in the
pool, his erect boyhood staring me in the face and I look at him,
as if waiting for the go ahead.
"You look like you want something," I tell him. "Well,
parts of you, anyhow," indicating his erection. He grins and
stares at me.
"Hold on a second," I tell him. I jump out and walk to the
side to grab one of the mats that are sitting against the wall.
They're stretching mats people use to stretch on before doing
laps or pool exercise, about eight feet by four feet. I drag one
of the dark blue mats over to the edge and lie Shaun down on it,
dipping my hand in the pool to keep his body wet. The mat is
relatively soft, enough where my knees don't hurt like they would
if I was kneeling on the bare concrete.
His cock is hard from attention and he looks at me, waiting
for me to make my move. I grip him and pull what skin he has
back, and touch the head with my tongue. He closes his eyes and
lets his entire body melt on the mat. We smell of chlorine and I
keep dipping my hand in the pool, his body drying fast against my
wishes. I inch his boycock, stroking the roughness of my tongue
along the sensitive underside of the head.
He moans slightly, a quiet moan that's echoed because of the
large room with the pool. He has his eyes closed and I watch him
for a moment, the way he looks, remembering the way he twitched
when he was asleep. He opens his eyes and looks at me, wondering
why I've stopped. He doesn't say anything. Just looks. I smile
lightly and move back down on him, taking his penis that has
started to soften because of the lack of attention.
I remoisten the underside of the shaft and the blood begins
to flow back into his organ. A little water from the pool helps
as I get his skin wet, his belly soft and glistening from the
blue hue of the pool. I cup his testicles in my hand and hold
them, weighing them in my palm as I rub my tongue along his cock.
He shifts slightly.
The ridge of his cockhead seems hard and I can taste the
chemicals from the pool that his skin has absorbed. I pull off
and encircle one of his balls, allowing it to shift from the
sudden heat in my mouth, making note of its size, the ridges that
are just beginning to form in his scrotum. The second is matched
with the same treatment before I come back to his cock and move
it in as far as I can in my throat, almost letting what little
pubic hair he has on his body rub against my nose. I move out
and go back down, simulating humping movements as he releases a
tiny drop of precum through the tip of his prick. His body
begins to dry and I quickly locate more water from the pool,
letting the heated water run across his chest.
The end of his penis keeps hitting the roof of my mouth as I
keep my tongue along the side. The very tight "string" on the
back of the cockhead is the most sensitive part, the part I keep
running my tongue against as Shaun keeps shifting, his 13 year
old body almost glowing by the pool.
"Are you close?" I ask him, briefly interrupting the
process. He mumbles "uh-huh" without ever opening his eyes. I
run my hand across his chest, across his nipples before moving
back to his boycock. I keep massaging his penis as the precum
continues to flow, a little bit more as it pulses from him. The
testicles start to shift again and Shaun gets a little louder. I
push one hand under his buns, feeling the sweat as I lift him
slightly, pushing his cock a little further, a little deeper into
my throat. With my other hand I rub his nuts, shifting them.
Shaun opens his mouth like he's about to say something but never
does. He moans a little more, gasping for air.
His cock fills entirely, now rigid as a signal Shaun is
close to orgasm once again. He finds my head with his hand,
resting his hand on my body as he begins to shudder. His scrotum
becomes tight as he says something quietly, too soft for me to
hear. In small spurts, the semen begins to squirt from his body,
hitting the roof of my mouth. I pull from him and rub his cock,
letting him finish by shooting in the air as I watch the spurts
of come hit his belly. He starts to slow and finally stops,
watching me as I rub his stomach and consequently rub his own
semen into the skin. He watches me as he dips his hand into the
pool, throwing water at me.
"Hey!" I yell as he laughs. He scrunches and holds his
chest as he laughs and I push him off the side, into the water
with me diving after him. He comes up to the surface and finds
me but instead of more splashing, he grabs me. I put my lips to
his.
Chapter Eight
I'm on the dog food isle of H.E.B. at what's probably the
busiest time of the day for this grocery store. People with
carts full of food and screaming kids are pushing past me as I
clamber to get out of the way. I walk over to the end and see a
door, which I walk through. When I walk through, I find myself
inside a camper, one of the smaller ones. I can feel it moving
as if being towed and there's a kid sitting at the small table,
eating. For some reason I open the door to the bathroom, but
instead of what I expect, I see the highway below us shooting out
into the distance. I slam the door and turn to the kid.
Pancakes and eggs are sitting in front of him. He's a boy,
about 11 I'd guess. Well, hell, I know who he is. It's the kid
from Braum's.
"Any good?" I ask him. He shrugs. "Any more?" I ask.
"Do it yourself, do it for less," he tells me.
"What?"
He looks up for the first time. Same clothes as I remember
him having at Braum's. "It's not how fast you go, it's how well
you go fast." I shoot him a blank look. "In thirty seconds or
less, explain yourself."
"I don't know what you're talking about," I tell him.
"Do you know who I am?" he asks, suddenly taking on a very
British accent. The trailer hits a bump and rocks, shaking the
entire contents.
"You're from Braum's."
"I was born there," he tells me.
"You were born in a Braum's. Got it. What's your name?"
"David. And don't say I didn't warn you." And then I'm
awake. I'm lying in my bed and it's 4:30 in the morning. I hate
it when I wake up, wide awake at some God-awful hour and can't go
back to sleep.
"My mom asked me what I did last night."
"What did you tell her?"
"Swimming. Would you have liked me to have elaborated?"
I flip through the channels. Nothing but soap operas and
game shows. I hate daytime TV. "She say anything?"
"She's just overly worried because she still doesn't know if
I'm going to be all right. Because of losing my dad."
"Are you all right?"
"It helps to have you. You're doing a lot more for me than
you know right now." Shaun apparently says something to someone
in his house. "I have to go. Are you going to be home later?"
"Probably the rec center. Are you going to stop by?"
"If I can. Te amo."
"What does that mean?"
"It means I can't say what I want to say in English.
Later."
"Bye."
Troy has informed me that I'll be flown to Dallas in four
days. Since I'm still out on Summer break from school, it's
pretty much a matter of just leaving. The school where I'll be
going starts in a week, which is the reason for me leaving
Houston so soon. Four days. Four fucking days. How am I
supposed to close everything in four days?
The first thing I do is call Julie. God, it seems like
forever since I talked to her. The last time I talked to or saw
her was the contest at Jack-Off point. That's only been four or
five days, but it seems like a lot longer. She answers the
phone.
"Julie, Adam."
"God, Adam, where the hell have you been."
"Sorry. Listen, do you think you could come to the rec
center?"
"Now? What do I tell my parents?"
"Tell them the truth, I need to talk to you. A few things
have happened I need to talk to you about."
"Sure, what time?"
"How soon can you be here?"
"I'll be down in a few minutes."
That few minutes soon becomes almost two hours. Julie walks
in the door and finds me looking at the pool from the upper deck.
Troy's been in and out all day, making phone calls and whatever.
He's been contacting people about refunding the remaining
membership fees, which I understand is not that hard of a job
since the memberships are way down.
"What's wrong?" Julie asks me. I lead her into this little
area with a few tables and some vending machines that are just
about empty.
"I'm not going to be able to see you anymore."
"You're dumping me?" she asks. She has this look of horror
over her face.
"No, it's not that. Troy's selling the business, and I'm
going to live with my stepmother in Dallas. I'm leaving in four
days."
"What does Troy selling have to do with you leaving? Why
leave?"
"It's all financial. He can't afford me, basically." I
don't say anything for a while. "I'm sorry."
"Well, it's not your fault, I guess. I dunno, I was going
to talk to you to. I've kinda been seeing someone else."
"You have?" Now I'm not believing this. "I thought we were
so close."
"We are, but..." She trails off.
"Who is he?"
"Well, do you remember Jerry from that one contest?"
Julie left shortly after telling me that, but not before she
told me, in graphic detail, on how wonderful a lover Jerry is. I
wasn't jealous because I'd lost Julie, I was jealous because I
never had Jerry. I mean, he came to me first. Didn't he? I was
trying to sequentially put together their dates and that time
when Jerry came into the locker room and figure out whether he
had given up on me and then found Julie, or whether he already
was going out with Julie and I was just a side-effect. I never
could figure it out.
"Is your stepmom living with anyone?" Shaun asks me. I
shrug. Shaun's been sitting in my office playing computer games
for half an hour.
"If she is, I've never heard about it. I doubt she'd tell
Troy something like that, so she may very well be."
"When do you leave again?"
"Friday. Lunch flight, leaves at 11:30. Troy just gave me
the ticket."
"Do you know anybody in Dallas?"
"Nobody."
"Where in Dallas does your stepmom live?"
"Actually it's Arlington."
"That's where Six Flags is, isn't it?" he asks me. He gets
killed on his game and shuts off the computer.
"She actually lives about a mile from it."
"Somebody told me it's better than Astroworld here."
"Somebody from Dallas told me Astroworld's better," I tell
him. Shaun shrugs.
"Are you going to call me?" he asks me.
"Whenever I get the chance. But you have to call me
sometimes."
Then we stop. All the conversation has run out. Shaun just
watches me for a second, then checks his watch and waves bye.
Then I'm alone.
It wouldn't be so bad if I felt like it would go on. The
only time I feel like Shaun and I have something that's going to
last is when we're actually having sex. It's like in the pool
the other night. I brought him off, and that was pretty much it.
I'm starting to feel used. He says "I love you" but for the
first time I'm starting to doubt it. For the first time, I'm
falling out of love with Shaun.
I find Troy in his office. He informs me that tomorrow is
the last day the center will be open to the public. After that,
the pool will be drained and the place will have some massive
cleaning before the buyers take a last look around. Datacorp,
the buyers, are interested in using the place as a facility for
the workers and will probably keep most of it, maybe even just
build stories onto the building with offices. I was tempted to
tell Troy to tell the Datacorp people I'd be willing to throw in
a copy of the "Greatest Acts" cassette, but Troy wasn't really
listening and probably wouldn't have gotten it, either. I know I
told Shaun I was going to erase the tapes, but I never did.
Probably never will.
Shaun calls me later and tells me he wants to spend one last
night with me, the last night I have, Thursday night. I say fine
and hang up, and actually feel like I want to. Then the phone
rings again.
"Adam Traugott?"
"Yeah."
"Derek. Aron's brother. Can I stop by?"
"Oh, Derek..." I'm at a loss for words. I figured I'd
never hear from him again. "Well, I'm not really taking people
to bed anymore, if that's what you want, but if you want to just
stop by or something. I won't be here past Friday, but sure,
come on by."
"Why Friday?"
I run through the entire story-to-date, leaving out my
relationship with Shaun and just tell him I quit screwing because
I was leaving Houston. He decides to stop by and see me and when
he shows up later, his brother is with him. Aron is dressed in
sweats. Some things never change.
"So what's the deal with the center, how come the guy is
selling it?"
"Needs the money." Derek's pacing while Aron checks out my
office. Finally, Aron says he wants something to drink and
leaves to hunt for a vending machine. Derek looks relieved.
"I'm sorry for getting so pissed at you," he tells me. I
shrug, not saying a whole lot. "I guess I should have gotten
over it sooner, I might have gotten laid."
"Depends," I tell him, "I might not have taken you back."
He laughs a little.
"So are you going to find a whole bunch of people in Dallas
to fuck around with?"
"No, I'm outta business."
"Listen, as long as your leaving, do you think I could have
that tape, the one with my first time with you on it?"
"I'll give you a copy," I compromise. He accepts this and I
hunt down a second VCR from Troy's office and hook it up to mine.
By this time both Derek and Aron are in my bedroom. Aron has
found the tape.
"I still can't believe how small your dick is," Aron tells
Derek.
"Aron, fuck off," he returns. I start copying.
"So like, what is it with you two? Do you not like each
other anymore or what?" I ask them.
Aron tells me, "Derek's still pissed because I fucked his
ass."
"He made me bleed. My mom bitched at me all day about it,"
Derek continues. "The sheets were stained and everything." I
stay out of this and they start going back and forth about who's
fault it was, and what one should have done and whatever. I
finish the copy and toss it at Derek, then leave the room. I'm
starting to not feel so bad about leaving anymore.
Chapter Nine
By the time the afternoon rolls around, I'm ready to do
something besides sit in the damn locker room. I finally take
off to Braum's after a failed attempt at calling Shaun. He was
out somewhere. Business is steady but I manage to locate a
table. It's hot out and a lot of people are getting ice cream
like I do. Rocky Road. I remember the first time I had this
flavor. Some foster home I was in when I was young, probably 5
or 6. Shortly after my parents were killed in the car wreck. I
don't remember who they were, all I remember is that I was
crying, wanting to know where my parents were, and they were
trying to coax me not to cry and one of the bribes was Rocky
Road.
I never knew my real parents, not really. I had gone
through about two foster homes, then in the boys center for a
while. That place was rough. I had to have been 8, almost 9.
The guy I was staying with at the time got transferred by his
company to Los Angeles and another home was not available
immediately. That boys home was where I started getting ass
fucked. This nine year old kid being brought in, not knowing
what's going to happen, and kids who have been there forever,
some of them almost 18, pinning me down and... I shake the
thought from my head as I dig into the ice cream.
The parking lot is busy, this one guy nearly hits another
car pulling into the lot. And of all the cars that come in, the
Dodge Caravan, the red one, pulls into the lot. A woman and her
son get out. The woman I take for the mother, and it's the same
kid I remember. I watch them as they walk in and order, and the
kid takes off for the restroom. I jump up and follow him. The
restrooms here have a little airlock, sort of, where you go
through one door that's just labeled "restrooms" and then the two
other doors for men and women are inside. By the time I get in
the airlock, he's already locked the door. I wait. And wait.
My ice cream is melting, my table could be taken by someone who
thought I left. I check outside, and it turns out the woman, the
mother has sat down at the table, my ice cream pushed over to the
side. Terrific, I think. The mother takes my table while I'm
casing her son in the restroom. Finally the kid walks out. He
looks at me and I smile briefly, but he walks past me.
"Wait a second," I tell him. He turns around, not sure if
it's him I'm talking to. "Could you come here for just a
second." He looks confused but walks over to me. He looks at
me, expecting me to say something. "Are you David by any
chance?"
"Nope," he tells me, then turns and starts to walk off
again.
"Wait..." He turns around again, looking desperate to get
back to his mother. "Just tell me, what's your name."
"Why, what's yours?" he asks me.
"Adam Traugott."
"Why do you want to know my name?"
"Just because, I just want to know who you are."
"But why?" he asks again. This is becoming irritating and
he looks out the door to check on his mother.
"I saw you here a couple of weeks ago. You got in a car,
took your clothes off, and left."
"I was changing."
"Why here?"
"We were going swimming," he tells me, impatiently. He
wants to leave. I look at him for a moment and wonder why I'm
asking him his name. Because I want to know. Because his
identity has been haunting me for a week. Because every goddamn
dream I've had for the last eight days has had him in it.
Because I have to know who he is.
"What is your name," I state more than ask.
"Aerck. A-E-R-C-K. Pronounced just like 'Eric'" Then he
walks out the door. Now I know.
I leave the melting ice cream on the table his mother took
from me and walk out the door to locate my bike. He watches me
leave but as soon as I walk out the door, he comes after me.
"Wait," he tells me. I turn around. "Where do you live?"
I think about it for a moment. "Dallas," I finally tell
him, then smile. He returns the smile, then says a quick "Bye"
in his little-kid voice and walks back into the restaurant. I
keep smiling at him, even though he's gone.
Final Chapter
The closet squeaks. Always has. Rows and rows of video
tapes, lining the shelves, being black and bold. Some of the
names on the spine have rubbed off, the dates slipping. I'd like
to think that there are real people with real feelings on these
video tapes, but there isn't. Most of them I don't know who they
are, how they came to me or even if they enjoyed what happened.
Money. That's what this is all about. Troy's fifty percent and
my fifty percent and we were rolling in the dollars. I can't
picture faces anymore. It's odd. They're just names on an index
card and my only memory is being a part of their sexual identity
for five minutes or less.
I don't watch these tapes. I've recorded just about all of
them since I started, hours and hours of ravishing sexual
experiences, but all I do is record. Because when all you're
watching is a picture, and the little emotional involvement that
there was in the first place isn't evident, just two people
sliding around on a bed, there's really nothing to see anymore.
But there's something I want to do first.
I pull out three separate tapes, three selected ones and put
the first in my VCR. A second deck has been hooked up and I
place a blank tape it. Hit play. Hit record. The sex act goes
on for a few minutes, and I watch with a blank stare that passes
for interest. It's over. Go to the second tape. Fast forward
until the counter reads the number I want. Copy. It's over.
Repeat with the third and wonder how many of the kids on all the
video tapes knew about the camera sitting in the corner. The
third is over.
I pull out the fresh compilation and set it on the VCR, so
as not to confuse it with the other tapes. Walk out the door,
find Troy's toolbox, find Troy's hammer, go back to the room. I
can't really hear the crack as I hit the case of the tape but the
plastic shards fly onto the floor. The reel escapes and lays a
path across the room. Do the second tape. Forcibly pry the
casing and release its contents. The third.
Over a hundred tapes in all. As I sit on the bed and watch
the pile of magnetic chrome media that litters my floor, I
silently pray and hope that these people, these children's lives
that I have invaded will forget what's been recorded.
I grab the one video tape I separated from the rest, and
walk out the door.
"He's upstairs. He might be asleep," she tells me. She's
so quiet, a subtle reminder that her life was disrupted quite a
bit, and she will not recover any time soon. I've wondered
before exactly how hard Shaun's mother took the death. I know
Shaun wasn't terrifically affected by it. Too many problems that
were solved rather than aggravated when he died.
Shaun is asleep when I walk into his room. I sit and watch
him sleep for a moment, staying silent on his bed, remembering
how he looked when he was asleep in my bed, his arms wrapped
around his body. He wakes slowly when I rest my hand on his
body. He's tired but sits up.
"What are you doing here?" he asks, yawning. I lay the tape
on his lap.
"To give you that," I tell him. "And to say goodbye."
"You don't leave until tomorrow, I thought."
"I know. But I figured this would be easier." He looks
disappointed but doesn't say anything.
"What's the tape for?" he asks.
"It's a copy of all the times you were with me, the ones
that got recorded, anyway. It's the only one, so if you lose it,
that's it."
"What about all your tapes?"
"They're gone." He doesn't say anything. He just looks at
me. I was tempted to just leave Houston without saying anything,
to avoid this. Avoid feeling the way I feel right now, not
wanting to leave, not wanting to leave Shaun alone. I didn't. I
couldn't do that to Shaun because I knew he'd never forgive me.
I don't know what's going to become of this, honestly. We can
say we'll write, we'll talk on the phone, maybe he can make it to
Arlington for a few days. Maybe we'll just forget about each
other.
He sets his hands on my shoulders and I move toward him,
wrapping my hands around his body and pulling us together. I
just shut my eyes as he hugs me. His warm body touching mine,
just the way it's always been. His grip is tight and I feel
something wet drip onto my neck and realize he's silently
tearing.
"I love you."
So my entire life is packed into a suitcase on a shuttle
flight to Texas' twin cities. In less than two hours I'll be at
Dallas Love Field, ready to start my life over. Shaun didn't
come with me to the airport. Troy stands at the terminal
watching me leave. He tells me that the contract has been
signed, that the Houston Recreation Center is now officially
D.E.E.G. - Datacorp Employees Exercise Group - although there are
rumors that it will be open in limited membership to the public,
for those that want to pay the price. Troy turned down a large
check for the sale in trade of a smaller check and a guaranteed
job with Datacorp. His new life, the one I'm not a part of,
starts on Monday. Troy won't miss me. Troy doesn't miss
anything.
Julie and Jerry made it knowledge at the school they go to
that they are going out. "Going out" in 14-year old terms means
a lot of holding hands, however I'm sure they're doing a lot more
than that in Jerry's bed.
The seat is hard an uncomfortable as I put my seat belt on.
I'm in the very first row of coach with only one seat beside me.
A small girl flying by herself colors with crayons and
occasionally looks up at me, as if to suggest I might try to take
one from her. The plane rattles as the engines start up, and
with what honestly looks like a golf cart to me, they back the
plane out of the terminal. From my view I can see the windows in
the terminal. I don't see Troy and I figure he's already on his
way back to his car. He's rid of me.
It's strange to watch the fumes float across the runway on a
hot day like this. The runway stretches out into the distance
before the plane turns and all I can see is the highway some
distance from the airport. The captain makes some announcement
and all the stewards and stewardesses disappear for a moment. We
shift and rock a little before starting. The power drive just
before we take off, the one that pushes you back into your seat
is the part I like best. I close my eyes and feel it pull me
backwards. As I close the window shade, I watch Houston
disappear.
end of part 1
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