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Idle Recreation (3/4) (mm, mf, teens)
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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."
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