Chapter 4 – Chapter 4

Chapter Four

Mace was off to Chicago the following weekend to meet John. I had grown to hate his weekends away. I fretted for him, and I missed him.

The GGs went prowling Friday night. I was the last to choose, settling just after midnight on a blonde kid named Timmy. Timmy and a friend were in from Ocotillo, and the vultures were circling. I decided on a rescue mission. They had no place to stay, so I had to take the friend to take Timmy. The friend was okay, but Timmy was adorable. He looked like River Phoenix in My Own Private Idaho.

By the time we got back to my apartment, it was clear the boys were X-ing. I swallowed one of my own, poured myself a tequila, and told them to make out with each other while they got undressed. I settled back into my favorite chair, sipped my tequila, and watched the show.

They went after each other pretty hard, kissing and licking and sucking each other. By the time Timmy filled his friend's mouth with cum, I was ready to go. I led them both to my bedroom, laid them on their backs on my bed, and then laid them, taking Timmy first. When he came, I lowered myself to him, smearing his cum in the hair on my chest and stomach. Then, I pulled out, switched condoms, and finished in his friend, fucking him furiously.

I didn't want to sleep three to the bed. So, I brushed my teeth, and moved to the couch.

I awoke the next morning to the sound of fucking. I didn't know who was fucking whom, but it was clear one of the kids was getting pounded pretty hard by the other. I put my Walkman on and popped in a cassette so I wouldn't have to listen to it.

I made coffee and a chorizo scramble. Once my bed stopped rocking, I knocked on the door, stuck my head in, and told the kids to get dressed.

In the light of my kitchen, the kids looked really young. I wanted to ask how old they were, but I was afraid the answer would disgust and embarrass me. Instead, I hastened their exit.

"When you're done eating, you need to go. If I need to drive you back to your car, I will."

"We don't have any place to stay tonight," Timmy pleaded.

"I'm sorry, kid. But, you can't stay here."

"We'll make it worth your while," Timmy's friend chimed in.

I was a libertine, and I was tempted. Wisdom prevailed, and I said "No." When Timmy tried to explain they couldn't afford a hotel room, I suggested they return to Ocotillo.

It took a little shepherding, but I was able to get them out of my apartment before I re-considered my conviction and Pipi's head prevailed over mine (I called my cock "Pipi"). Once they were gone, I stripped my bed and vacuumed my mattress. I wanted their smell out of my place.

I met Avery and Bruce at Hamburger Mary's that afternoon. Timmy was at the bar, his friend nowhere to be seen. Timmy stared at me as I ate, and I decided to lure him to the bathroom. I bet Avery and Bruce a tequila each that the blonde kid at the bar would follow me to the bathroom and blow me, not cluing them in to the fact that I had fucked him and his friend the night before. It was a chippy bet, but they didn't know it. Timmy was through the bathroom door before it swung shut. I pulled him into a stall, forced him down on the toilet, and quickly fucked his face. As my orgasm started to shake my legs, I pulled out and came all over the front of his shirt, which was the same black shirt he'd been wearing the night before.

"Hey, I have to wear this tonight," he whined.

"Sorry," I said, finishing the paint job and then tousling his hair. "Thanks for the blowjob, kid."

I returned to the table to collect my tequilas. Timmy stayed in the bathroom.

"Did you tie him up?" Avery asked.

"No, but I sprayed all over his shirt. He's probably trying to wash me off. He's in from Ocotillo, and he didn't bring another shirt."

"You're the worst," Bruce opined.

"Actually, I'm simply the best," I corrected him, echoing Tina Turner. "Better than all the rest, better than anyone . . . aren't I, Avery?"

"I hate to admit it, but Puta's pretty good," Avery offered. "You know what they say, practice makes perfect. And, Puta gets plenty of practice."

*****

Since I had gotten day drunk and blown, I planned to stay in alone Saturday night. A 7 p.m. knock on my door ruined my plans. I saw Timmy through the peep hole. I didn't want him in my apartment, so I urged, "Go away, Timmy." For effect and finality, I added, "I'm done with you."

"I've got nowhere to go. And, I'm out of money."

"Those are Timmy problems, not Juan problems. Get money from your friend."

"He got picked up this afternoon. Right before I ran into you. I have no idea where he is."

"Timmy," I was softening. "I'm sorry. But, I need to study tonight. I can't let you in."

"Please," he pleaded. "I've got nowhere else to go. If you let me in, I'll let you fuck me raw."

I unlocked to door, opened it, and demanded "Get in here."

"Thank you."

"Sit down," I ordered. "How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

"You're young, Timmy. And stupid. You're not to let anyone fuck you raw. Ever. You got it?

"I haven't."

"Don't. You're too young to die."

"Alright," he relented.

"Promise me," I insisted.

"Fine. I promise."

We sat quietly. I wanted him to soak in my admonition. He broke the silence by asking again if he could sleep on my sofa.

"Yes. But, you don't owe me anything in return. You got it?"

"Yes."

I studied while Timmy watched TV. I ordered pizza, and we ate it on the living room floor and talked. Timmy was young, but cute and sweet. As it got later, Pipi started to work on me. I finally gave in to him.

"You ever fucked anyone, Timmy?"

"Just my friend, Scott. Just once. This morning."

"Come with me. I'm going to teach you how."

Timmy sprang up like a shot and passed me on the way to the bedroom. We stripped and climbed into bed. I fucked Timmy as slowly as I could, milking his ass with my sheathed cock. Once I came, I lowered myself to his teen cock and sucked him dry, teaching him how to give a proper blow job.

We talked as I waited for him to bounce back. His parents knew he was gay and didn't care, as long as he "didn't bring that shit in their house."

"Can I ask you a question?" he asked.

"Sure."

"You just swallowed my cum. Isn't that dangerous, too?"

"Not really. It's just hysterical propaganda from the homophobes who don't want guys sucking each other's cocks. You should probably avoid it if you have an open sore in your mouth or have just been to the dentist, but otherwise it's as safe as letting a guy come on your chest."

"Or your shirt?"

"Or your shirt."

When Timmy was ready, I sheathed him and let him take me missionary style. I coached him on dick control, but he was only 18 and came way sooner than I wanted. When we were finished, he slipped his briefs on, and headed toward the couch.

"You can stay in here."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

Timmy curled up on his side, and I curled up behind him, wrapping my arm around him. He put his hand in mine, and we fell asleep.

The next morning, I let him blow me, offering guidance as he did. I told him to start by licking around the head, then take the tip in his mouth and circle it with his tongue over and over to get all the nerves riled up. I then had him suck me, using his hand on my balls while he slowly slid up and down my cock. I told him about edging the guy to the brink of orgasm and then backing off. I told him he should not let the guy come until he wanted him to come. I then told him how he could use his hand and mouth in unison to force the guy to come even if he didn't want to yet.

I held Timmy's head on my cock while I filled his mouth with cum. I then told him he could spit it in the sink or swallow it, whichever he wanted. He walked to the bathroom, so I think he spat.

As he walked back toward the bed, I decided I wanted him to fuck me again. "Go as slow as you can," I insisted, as I took him missionary style again. He lasted a little longer than the night before, but not much.

I cleaned myself up, fed him, and tried to send him on his way. As he stood in my doorway, I could tell he was moonstruck. I gave him twenty bucks for gas or whatever, in case he needed it. He thanked me and asked if he could come back the next weekend.

"Sorry, kid, but this is the end of the line for you and me. I can't keep you out of San Diego, but it's nothing but 'hi' for you and me from here on out. Find someone your own age and fuck him silly."

"What if I'm in love with you?" he asked. I knew it. Goddamned moonstruck kids.

"You're not. Just like you're not going to be in love with the next guy who fucks you. Or the next guy after that. Even though you'll think you are. Now, get out of here. Go find your friend. Tell him what I told you. And, for God's sake, Timmy, play safe."

He started to walk away. I stopped him.

"Timmy?"

"Yeah."

"I don't mean to be a dick. But, don't ever show up here again. You got it?"

"Yeah, I got it."