Chapter
2
The bus pulled into the middle of
I went off the bus in front of
him. He held his bag up on his shoulder
and his best part pressed against the middle of my back. It took maybe five minutes to get off that
bus, and I wanted to wait for everyone to get off and drag Carl back to the
back to maybe talk a little longer or something. He seemed very sad when we stood at the
bottom of the bus's stairs.
"Do you think your brother would
let us stay together?"
"Don't know," I said, but I
thought it would be cool. John came out
of the depot door as soon as he saw me.
He came right up and hugged me.
My brother had never done that before, I don't think, but all the time
he was looking at this great big green-suited guy beside me.
"Hi, John. This is Carl.
We met on the bus. He took care
of me and all. I want him to stay with
me until he goes to
My brother's hand shot out. Carl smiled as he leaned around me to shake
it.
"What have you got in mind,
kiddo. I got to talk to Mom and Dad
about what you are doing you know."
"Sure, and that's okay, but don't
you go telling them I'm staying with Carl in his motel downtown. That's all."
"Wait! Wait!
What's this about staying downtown in a motel room?"
"Carl's going to Japan,
John. He's fighting for our
country. He wants to see the city, not
the University."
"We're fighting
John grabbed Carl's duffel bag, and we
found his car and drove to Last Train To Brooklyn, a coffee house in the
University District that has been there just short of forever, or so John said.
It was neat, and they served soup,
cider, and all kinds of sandwiches and some pretty primo desserts. We talked and Carl mostly didn't talk, and he
kept his knee against my best part.
There was no question where it was at.
Once when John went to piss, Carl started holding my hand and looking at
my baby blues like they might be a double scoop of deluxe
After we ate we drove to John's
apartment. I looked around.
"Damn, this is smaller than I
remembered, John. Where in hell are we
going to sleep?"
"I'll sleep up in the loft. I've got a piece of foam I'll throw down for
you two. As big as Carl is, I don't know
if two of you will fit on it, but then there's the floor if you can't manage on
it."
"I'm a soldier," Carl
said. "I can sleep on a quarter
laid up on its side."
That was a full-blown speech for
Carl. More words than he said since John
picked us up. He got into some civvies
he had in that bag, and I dragged him down to the arcade. I played all my favorite games. Carl stood behind me and watched. When I say he stood behind me, I mean like he
never stopped his body being against mine at all that afternoon. School was out
for the summer and so many kids were there that it didn't look too odd to
anyone but me. I kept feeling him
pressed up in my back and to tease him I leaned back and tried to rub it up and
down to make him crazy. Which it did.
John showed up at dark, and we went to
IHOP. Carl kept yawning and stretching
as he proceeded to clean out the IHOP of their pancakes. After the forth or fifth plate, John and I
just watched him go to it. I didn't
think anyone could eat fifty pancakes, but Carl did. For lunch he had had an English muffin and
coffee, and we didn't eat breakfast, so I guess it built up for him. He had to eat all three meals in one. Luckily it was all you can eat on plain
pancakes for a buck ninety nine. I think
IHOP lost money on Carl.
Back at John's apartment, we talked
and they had beer, and I had an A&W Root Beer from a gallon container my
brother kept on hand at all times because back in Minnesota we liked root beer
all the time. After awhile, John said he
had to get up early to go to work. He
laid down a big piece of foam and found a couple of sheets in the closet. We used pillows off his couch. We were about ten feet below where my brother
was snoring in his loft.
I don't suppose having a first night
in a bed with someone is always like a honeymoon, but if a honeymoon is like
the first night in that bed for Carl and me, I want more of those. Now, I kissed Jenny-Jill Janes on the lips when I was
thirteen. Mostly because Jenny-Jill
wanted me to. I didn't know what the big
deal was. Jenny-Jill just didn't cut it
in the kissing department. It was like a
scientific experiment, no passion.
I kept on my underwear and Carl was
wearing those ridiculous green boxers he got out of his bag. I don't know when he got them on, but I guess
I didn't all the time look at him because of John. He stood over me after I lay down. The piece of foam was maybe three feet
wide. Carl stood there and looked at me
in the dimness from a light coming in the back window. He just stood there looking down at me. I thought maybe he was going to start getting
mean to me again, but he didn't. I
looked at him all over and came to that slot in his shorts where his buckwheat
hair curled all up under the hole. I
kept looking at the hole wondering about what I knew was just inside there and
all. Especially since I hadn't touched
it in hours.
Without my realizing it, the head of
that thing slipped out the bottom of the leg, and it hung out there for me to
discover after a minute of looking for it at the hole there.
"You coming to bed or what?"
I said.
"I don't know. I'm thinking on it."
"If you stopped liking me again
it's okay. You can not like me if you
want."
"You're nuts. I'm nuts for what I'm thinking. You're a fucking kid."
"Yeah! And you're an eight foot kid in a green
monkey suit. You’re a few months
older. Just because I’m smaller than you
doesn’t mean anything. You think those
few months make you that much more a man than I am."
"I don't know. I don't know nothing. I'm afraid I'll hurt you, Billie. I wouldn't hurt you for anything. You believe
that don't you?"
"Yeah! I guess.
If that gets your ass to lying down so I can stop looking up at
you. Sure!"
Carl stepped across me to the other
side of the foam and kicked off his shorts.
He was standing right so the light from the window showed on it and
all. I mean he dropped them green things
and stood up. That thing swung from side
to side with his movements as he moved.
I liked looking at it and all and especially at him being naked, but I
had other things in mind.
He slid in the bed next to me, and I
covered him up with the sheet. In a bit,
I got so I could stop gasping for air. I don't know why I felt so dizzy all of
a sudden, but either there was a powerful lot of heat rolling off him, or that
room was some kind a hot. I don't know,
but all of a sudden there was a tropical heat wave inside that apartment. I just lay there still like, listening to him
breathe. It was no trouble hearing
him. He was really breathing hard.
I don't know what I thought. I don't think I did think. I'd never done anything like I'd done with
Carl, but I knew whatever we did, I'd go nutso over it. You don't think about stuff when you don't
know about stuff, and I didn't know and I wasn't thinking, but it sure was
hot! It was then that I learned
something about kissing. I had never
thought of Carl as the kissy kind. I
thought maybe he'd want me to do something to make him get off, and then he'd
go to sleep. I mean I knew he kept touching me all the time, but I also
remember what his mission was in
It don't get no better than that. Shit it don't. His tongue came out and the tip barely
touched my lips. I knew I was dying. I couldn't breath. It was because of doing
this nasty shit. God was striking me
dead. I didn't care. Kiss me to death, but just don't stop. If this kills me, I'm ready. I mean nothing ever in my life compared with
that kiss. He just kept on with my lips
and when his tongue parted them, I at first thought this should be gross with
him touching my mouth like that with his tongue, and yet it wasn't gross. It was so hot I gasped for air, and my heart
pounded, pounded, pounded so loud I couldn't hear my own thoughts. Not that they were worth hearing anyway.
Once my mouth opened, his tongue
slipped onto my teeth. He licked my
fucking teeth and gums, and then he hit the button. With all that tongue action, I spread my
teeth apart so he could have at them, and that tongue slid onto my tongue. I'd heard of a meeting of the minds, but this
meeting was about it! I knew I was a
goner, and my tongue and his tongue danced, and my arms grabbed around his
chest and I pulled all of him on top of me and that tongue, that incredible
tongue! He ground his thing into mine
through my underwear. He kissed me and
slid it up and down against mine, and the lights were flashing again, and bells
were chiming, and I thought if I wasn't dying than I was surely going
completely nutso. But I didn't care
where I was going as long as Carl was with me.
We kissed that first kiss for maybe an
hour and a half. He did slow down to
lick my neck, my face, my ears, my eyes.
I never knew tongues could be so awesome. Carl's tongue was a magic
carpet for me.
"What's wrong with me?" Carl
said.
He rolled off me onto his back. He lay
with his hands behind his neck and his thing sticking up in the air, and he
stared at where I knew my brother was sleeping right up there.
"Why'd you stop?" I
whispered.
"I don't know what I'm
doing."
"Could have fooled the hell out
of me. If you don't know what you're
doing, I don't want to meet anyone that does!
I thought I was going to die you made me feel so good."
"Yeah, but I don't know why I'm
doing this."
"Is it really important? Like your business hasn't fallen off because
you are. I'm holding you over 'til you
can get yourself some woman. I'm your
substitute for a night. Let's just make
the best of it, okay?"
"It's not like that,
Billie."
"Like what?"
"Like I want to be doing it with
anyone else. I don't want to find no
woman. That's what scares me about
you. I want to be with you. I want you
and me to be together. I never felt this
way before. I mean girls sure, but it wasn't nothing but wanting to get what
they got. With you I want to be with you
and I'm afraid I'll hurt you, and I think I'm in love with you Billie Joe
Walker."
He stopped as if hearing his words
shocked him.
"Damn you anyway, you and those
pretty blue eyes and that cute face!"
"What's the problem? I can't find anything wrong with anything
you've said."
"You mean you think it's all
right for a guy to love on another guy."
"No. Not exactly, but I think it is super you are
loving on me. You’ve only got a few days.
I'm going to be with you every minute you say it's okay. And you want to go off with some bimbo,
that's fine too, I guess. I'll take what
I can get, on account of I've had nothing till I got you, Carl Young. No one ever lit me up like you do. I don't know what love is. I don't even know what intense like is, but I
know I want to be with you and I don't care about anything else in the whole
world. If that's wrong, then as long as
I'm wrong with you, I don't really care, but I don’t think it has a thing to do
with right and wrong. We just got what
we got and it is what it is. That’s
all."
I decided I should put my hand on his
hand, and we held hands while he pondered what I said. I don't know how I could see his eyes then,
but I could. They seemed as clear as day
to me. He squeezed my hand and then held
it to his chest and moved it all over so the back of my hand was feeling the
sweat on his skin. His big nipples were
like bumps in his hard chest. His
muscles were all tight and warm. His
stomach was flat with a fine fur below his bellybutton. When he let the back of my hand go into that
wiry buckwheat hair below his belly button, my mouth went dry. My eyes glazed over. My heart went nutso again, and my breath,
well, I might as well have given up oxygen for a spell.
Carl's hand rubbed hard on his thing
as my hand felt the wiry hair and my head felt crazy. I kept watching that thing bob up and down
and I had this notion I wanted to get it into my mouth and all. I'd never had a notion like that, but I had
never been in bed with any one like Carl either.
He lay there with his eyes closed and
rubbing himself with both our hands locked together. I slid down real slow without moving my hand
out of his. I could hear a hum real low in
his chest. When I got to where my head was right at his middle, I leaned up so
my hand stayed in his hand. I looked at
his thing, and the muscles were all right there, outlined beneath the skin so
you could see them. His thigh was twice
as long as mine, but my muscles don't show at all. You wouldn't know I had any
muscles in my thigh, but his muscles had lines all around them, and they were
long and lean, not big and huge, but very good to look at.
Then I took to looking at it. He was moving it around there with his hand,
but the head seemed real tight and bigger than his shaft by a ways. It wasn't all that fat that I couldn't do
what I wanted. I watched his face. It was kinda tight like his dick, but he was
someplace else. He just seemed to be
lost somewhere. I watched the motion
with the rubbing and waited for it to get right at the best place, and I took
it in my hand and held it up so my tongue could lick it like a double scoop
Rocky Road sugar coated cone you get down at Marvin's Ice Cold Delectable
Delights.
Carl's eyes snapped open with a click
I could almost hear. I ran my tongue all
the way around the hard ridge at top. He
gulped and gasped for air and pulled my hand up, his palm on mine so the
knuckles rested on his stomach, which was in the process of jumping up and
down. He stared at me. He didn't say a word, and I really couldn't
talk right then, but I could see all that tightness go out of his face. I licked it all around the ridge one more
time, and I put the tip of it in my mouth.
"Damn!" he said. Damn!!"
Whatever. As long as it wasn't "stop,
stop." I heard him gulping like he
had a mouthful of some medicine he couldn't get to go down. His stomach felt like jumping beans dancing
on the back of my hand. His other hand
covered the back of my head. I slid on
past the top and got down a few inches on him.
It all tightened up then. I
didn't have to hold it. It was standing
straight up with no help. I could see
the bottom side of it, and it looked like someone shoved a nice round pipe up
the middle just under the skin underneath his dick. He had all that fuzzy hair on his belly, but
his balls were smooth. Those balls were
like small hens eggs, and I took to squeezing them real gentle like and
watching them dance inside there and all.
It was a funny taste. It was warm.
It was soft, but it was mighty hard at the same time. It's hard to
describe sucking a dick the first time.
You don't know what to be expecting, and while I never once felt like
spitting it out, I wasn't sure what I was doing with it either. Whatever I was doing seemed okay by Carl, who
lay there gulping and gasping. That
encouraged me to keep at him.
"You better quit it," he
said with a strain in his voice.
I stopped and leaned back pulling my
hand from beneath his not sure what the problem could be.
"You going to start
complaining. I never done this
before. Give me a break."
"No. I mean I'm about to nut in your mouth. You ain't ready for that. I'm not ready for that."
On that we could agree, all
right. I didn't know what a nut was, but
I wasn't ready for any more than what I already had done to him. Not that I was complaining about it. I'd have spent the rest of time down there on
that thing of his if he had wanted. It
was about as neat as the first time you plunge off the first drop on a roller
coaster ride or get the nerve to go off the high dive that first time. Just everything falls out of your stomach and
you think you might puke, but at the same time you get this thrill that rushes
though you and it makes you feel invincible.
I felt pretty damn invincible when he told me I had done good on him and
all. Each step of the way he made better.
He wanted to kiss some more, and we
did, but I kept one hand on him to make sure it stayed right up there. I liked holding it and touching it. It just made me feel warm all over, like we
were connected there and no one could take that connection away. We sucked face for a long time. I know I was dribbling in my undies, but not for
long. He got hold of them and almost
ripped them off me.
"Get up on my chest."
I thought I knew what he wanted and I
kneeled across his chest and got attracted to those nice nipples of his. I went to sitting on them and rubbing my
thighs on them. And then it hit me. My pecker got eaten up by his mouth. I about
rolled off his chest. The heat shot
through my legs, up my thighs, into my stomach, and last but not least down
through my balls and up into my pecker that was now buried in his throat
because I guess I had gotten a little excited and jumped on his mouth with it.
Now I know I was supposed to like it,
and I know I did it first to him, and I know I should have felt pretty good
about the whole thing, but by the way he was coughing and choking I really felt
pretty bad. I mean no one had ever done
that to me before, and I'd never really done anything at all except on a bus
with him, so I guess it might be expected, except he didn’t expect it. He’d warned me and I didn't warn him on
account I didn't know how quickly I’d overheat. If you take every feeling I had
that night up until that very second, multiplying by a hundred million, and you
get what I felt at the instant I did to him what he refused to do to me. I nutted into his very lovely throat.
I've heard of premature ejaculation
and know it is to be avoided at all costs if you are to be a successful lover,
but I couldn't do anything but gasp and go with the flow, so to speak, shoving
my pecker deeper into his already full mouth.
He coughed and gagged and choked, and there came a voice
from on high.
"What's going on down there? Someone dying?"
Carl choked some more as I got off him
and lay back down on my side, shaking like a shithead.
"Something caught in my
throat," Carl said.
I started laughing and covered my head
with the pillow. Carl started laughing
when he realized what he said. He tried
not to laugh but he couldn't stop.
"You okay?" John asked.
"Yeah! I just need some water."
"What's so funny?" John
wanted to know.
"Nothing," I said.
"You awake, too, kiddo?"
"How can I sleep with him over
there choking and coughing? Boy needs
some water bad."
"You want me to get up?"
John offered.
"No, sir," Carl said yanking
on his boxers. "I can get it. I'm getting some now. Sorry I woke you, sir,
I mean John."
"Okay. Get some sleep now."
"Yes, sir," Carl said,
sitting at attention with that thing sticking out of the hole in his boxers.
Carl cleared his throat a few times.
"You guys can get that motel room
tomorrow and maybe I can get some sleep."
"Yes," I said without
speaking the word. Carl smiled and said
it back to me as we silently slapped hands.
"Damn," echoed from upstairs
as John rolled around his bed, "Can't be too soon."
Carl lay down. I leaned over to kiss him. I tried to do what he did to me, but it
wasn't the same thing. I mean nice and
all, but with him on top of me it was like heaven fell on me and all. With me on top of him it was like I might
roll off if I wasn't careful. I just did
the best I could. Luckily he picked up
where I left off, and before long I didn't know which end was up, though I
could always tell by grabbing on to his best part for balance. He didn't seem to mind.
"I'm sorry," I said during a
short break.
"Sorry about me being here?"
"Asshole. Sorry I did that in your mouth. I didn't know I was going to until I
did. No one ever did that before. It just happened."
"It was okay. I mean at first I thought I would upchuck,
but then I looked up at you and was happy I gave you that much pleasure. I hardly even put it in my mouth when that
thick stuff was pouring down my throat.
If I'd been ready I wouldn't have choked so much. It was a surprise for both of us. I never did that to a guy. Never thought I would. Just seemed like the right time to go ahead
and try it. With you I mean. I wanted it because it was you. Not that I'm going to go roaming around the
barracks to look for guys to deep throat.
I mean, I never even thought ‘a doing that 'til I met your fucking
ass. You've turned me queer in less than
a week. I was a normal pussy loving, red
blooded, American, fucking, fighting, red neck until I got with you. Now I'm a fucking cock sucker. Go figure."
"Damn if you ain't taken to
oration as well as dick sucking."
"What's that crack mean?"
"It means you just said more in a
minute than you've said since I met you."
"Do queers talk a lot, too?"
"I don't know, Carl. There was no evidence I was queer until I met
you," I said, giving him as much credit as he gave me.
"Maybe we caught it on the
bus."
"I don't really care as long as
we both have it."
Carl did just what I needed. He rolled over on top of me and did the thing
with his lips again. I mean like it was
the most gentle kind of thing ever, and the next thing I know he's licking my
tonsils. As hot and crazy as he made me
before, it was even more intense now.
This time he rubbed that thing up and down my stomach and between my
legs. He lay on top of me and I held him
with my thighs and he pumped up and down.
I grabbed his ass, holding on by putting my fingers in his crack. His ass was a big dimpled muscle. There was little fleshiness in his entire
body, and my fingers could feel the silky skin inside. Each time he raised up, sliding up on my
thighs, I fingered the hole. It felt
different from everything else. It was
rough and soft, and there was something about it that captivated me. I remembered rubbing against it the night
before, and I remembered what I wanted to do to it, and I almost shot another
load with him humping my thighs and me fingering his butt.
I had to think about the wart on the
tip of my third grade teacher's chin to keep from making another mess and it
helped.