1 – Blog 6 – Lust in the Grove

In the morning I’m doing my long course laps behind Wilkie. During a break, he asks, “You okay, mate? You look preoccupied today.”
I’m so glad to talk to someone. “Just that my cousin called last night. It brought up old memories.”
“You have old memories at fifteen? All I can remember from then is mean teachers beating me for not memorizing me math tables.”
We laugh.
“At least your teachers don’t come and visit you here.”
“So this mean cousin of yours is coming to visit?”
“Oh, no. He’s my favorite cousin. It’s just that I’ve changed since I work out. I’m not sure it’ll go okay. He’s pretty crazy and wants to party a lot. He’s your age. He let me hang out with him this summer in the Village in New York.”
“You hung out in the Village?”
“Yeah. I met Andy Warhol, the New York Dolls, a bunch of crazies. I even got laid,” I brag.
“From meek and mild to Mr. Party Animal. You are full of surprises my young Jekyl and Hyde. Well, here comes my time,” and he pushes off.
At the next break, David asks, “Where’s this cousin of yours going to stay?”
“In the Grove.”
“I live in the Grove. I’ll give you my girlfriend’s address. If this guy really knows Andy Warhol, I want to meet him.”
“Really?” I can’t believe there is anything in common between a swimmer and a stoner.

 

When I get home from Friday night workout, there is a message to call the Grove Hotel, Room 210. Mom didn’t even recognize Joey’s voice. I call. Joey is pissed.
“Where you been, man? I got in at six.”
“This is the time I get home from swim team. I shoulda told ya. What’s up?”
“I’m high as a kite and twice as tight. Get your butt over heah.”
It takes me ten minutes to get to the Grove by bike. I knock on room 210’s door. He opens it with a cigarette in his mouth, dressed only in jeans, no shirt or shoes. “Welcome, welcome, welcome,” he drags me into the room, pushing the door shut with his foot, and wrestles me to the floor.
“Damn, you’re gettin’ big and strong. And, man, look at the blond hair.” He lays back on the floor. “Take me, take me. I’m in love with the young god, Timotei of Miami.
“You’re fucked up, Joey,” I laugh.
“You’re right,. You know what that means,”  he starts to pull my shorts down. “What the fuck are these, orange panties?” when he sees my Speedos. “Oh, I’ve been a terrible bad influence on you.”
“No, man. That’s my swim suit, See the draw string?”
He grabs the string with his teeth, pulling it’s knot loose. The front of the suit pulls forward; out comes my hardening dick. Realizing I’m horny makes me relax about all this. I can’t stop laughing, then Joey starts tickling me.
“Remember when I did this. You pee’d your pants?”
“How can I forget,” pulling away from him. “But now I’m bigger,” waving my hard-on at him.
“Oh, you’re frightening me. I’ll do anything. Just don’t hurt me,” he chortles.
“Then get up on the bed and pull down those jeans,” which he does in a flash.

After prolonged sex, we both fall asleep. When I awake, we’re stuck, belly to belly, arms wrapped around each other. Trying to get loose, I wake him also.
“We’re stuck together, man,” I tell him.
He grins wickedly, “That’s the way we’re supposed to be.”
Slowly we come apart. He starts rubbing my stomach muscles.
“Man, you’re really bigger.”
“Yeah, I work out all the time.”
“You’ve changed, too. Not so talkative. Yer gettin’ older.”
“I feel like I’ve gotten younger.”
“Ah, a paradox.”
We jump into the shower together. Joey inspects me all over, saying I look great. According to him, even my dick has grown.
“But I don’t understand the orange underwear.”
“It’s my team swim suit. Coach makes us wear ‘em all the time, so I’m always ready to go.”
“I wear nothing so I’m always ready,” is Joey’s snappy retort.

We leave the hotel to check out the Grove, a maze of alley-like streets and funky bungalow houses. It’s late but Joey has numbers for New York types there. After a couple of calls, we’re off to a party. As soon as we walk in, people are all over Joey. His reputation (hustler/dealer/scenester) opens all doors. I feel left out and a bit jealous; at least he doesn’t leave me to go off with anyone. He says he’s all mine this weekend. All the smoke gets to me, and I go outside. Up walks David Wilkie with a long-haired blonde.
“I say, it’s young Tim. What the bloody hell you doing in this den of iniquity?”
“Don’t tell Coach. My cousin’s in there smoking dope,”
“Ah, the infamous Warhol protégé from New York. Come on. You promised me an introduction,” as he grabs me with his free arm. I say ‘hi’ to his girlfriend who smiles ironically. We find Joey sitting with a group in the corner.
“Where’d ya go?” he asks.
“I met my friend David from the swim team. He’s from England.”
That information gets Joey’s attention.

“England?” passing the joint to David, who politely takes a hit and passes it to his girlfriend.
“Actually, Scotland, Aberdeen, but now I live here where it’s warm and everyone’s stoned. This is my friend Jill. Tim says you’re from New York?”
“I live in New England and live it up in the City. You been there?”
“No, but I want to.”
“Ya miss England, I bet.”
“Sometimes”
“Let’s get outta heah.”

Joey puts his arm around my neck.  The four of us walk back to the Grove.
“Want to play some pool or pinball?” David points to an amusement arcade. Sure enough they have Pong inside. Once I’ve beaten everyone several times, Joey and David play pool for money, while Jill and I watch. After several games and beers, we walk to a café to eat. David eats two meals while I eat most of Joey’s, and Jill pays. They walk us back to the hotel. We agree to see a movie together the next night. When we reach the room, I’m asleep on my feet. Joey lays me on the bed. I fall asleep as he rubs my back. I dream my drowning dream, except this time David is sitting on the bottom, watching me and smoking a joint. As soon as I see him, I stop feeling I’m drowning. He tries to talk with me. I can’t hear him underwater.

In the morning I get up and shower. Since Joey is out cold, I ride my bike to Stu’s. I hang out there, watching his brother build a model airplane. He won’t let us touch any of his models. He keeps calling Stu ‘Stupid.’ I ride back to the hotel at eleven. Joey is still asleep. I jump into bed and start tickling him. He hates it, which makes me do it more.

Finally, he runs into the shower. Later we go out for brunch.
“How can you get up so early?”
“I got things to do, places to be, people to see.”
“Yeah, yeah, well, don’t expect me to change because of you.”
“Hey, we had a good time last night.”
“Whadda ya mean? You were asleep the minute we got to da room.”
“So? I mean playing pool and stuff. Did you like my friend?”
“He’s cool. He don’t act like a dumb jock. His girlfriend totally takes care of him. I like that.”
Changing subjects, “What was doing the movie like?”
“Just a bunch of faggots sucking my dick. I can do more for over a thousand each. Ya don’t wanna know ‘bout it, believe me. Maybe your friend knows where to go in London.”
“What? To get your dick sucked,” I say a bit too loudly. Several people turn and stare at us. “Sorry.”
“They’re just checkin’ us out. Ya know, ya really look hot now. Not the little kid I took to New York.”
“I’ve just gone back to bein’ a kid again. This morning I went and played with models.”
“Were they hot?”
“What!”
“The models.”
No, man, model airplanes.”
“Groovy.”
“What did you think of me this summer? I was so green.”
“You were okay. Ya kept your mouth shut and we had good times. Ya think about yerself too much. Who needs ta analyze it?”
Good advice.

We go back to the hotel and have sex again. Joey says I owe him for falling asleep the night before. It is pretty good. I have all this pent-up desire. Joey has the experience to get it out of me. I mostly fuck him in various positions. What amazes me is he cums three times.
“How can you cum more than once?” I ask as we lay there. “I thought only girls can do that.”
“Well, maybe I’m really a gurl. No, slick, just as long as you relax, you can just keep doin’ it. You, though, do have a tendency to pass out after you cum. You miss out on the after-action, which leads you back to the main event again. You’re so hot, I can cum all night.”
“It’s afternoon, remember?”
“Oh, yeah. Well, let’s get started on the night,” and he grabs my limp dick, making it twitch several times. “See, you’re almost ready.”
I almost believe him. He rolls me over and massaged my back. Playing with the fuzz on my butt gets me hard quickly, but when he turns me over, he laughs.
“See, You’re ready again. But we’ll just save that for later.”

More showers, with Joey washing my dick and balls while kneeling in front of me with the water flowing down his face.  His wet, dark hair and large nose make him look like a drowned rat, lovable though. I’m hard all afternoon. As we got dressed, he grabs my Speedo, saying my dick needs to breathe. I put it in my pocket. When we get outside, it’s raining, a warm downpour. We run to the park by the Bay. Totally soaked, we roll on the grass, as Pete and I had done. My wet jeans, with nothing on underneath, makes my dick stand out against the pant leg. Joey keeps laughing and pointing. We sit in the restaurant by the dock, drinking coffee and getting dry. I tell Joey I have to get dry clothes from home.
“No way. You’re all mine this weekend. I’ll buy you some.”
“I don’t want you to waste your hard-earned money on me.”
“It’s more like hard-on money. You know what they say? Easy cum, easy pay. I just want you to look good. Relax, we’re gonna enjoy this money.”

It stops raining. We visit several stores before he finds what he wants – ‘Love’ jeans, low hips with bell-bottoms, plus sleeveless tank tops. When I change, he insists I not wear my sneakers. He buys me a pukka shell necklace and sandals. When he next buys me John Lennon granny glasses, I feel like a real hippie. Who do we run into next but David and Jill. They start laughing at me. When I get embarrassed, they both hug me, saying I look great, just that I might want to grow my hair longer. They’ve been looking for us, saying the movie they want to see starts in half an hour. It’s Jimmy Cliff in ‘The Harder They Come,’ which makes Joey and me laugh, which is too big a clue for comfort.

The theater is upstairs, behind an old building, very hippie, with only about thirty seats. It’s a new film, shot in 16 millimeter, with subtitles to explain the Jamaican English dialogue. It is hard to follow, except for David who is better at English, no doubt. The weird dialogue makes the Reggae music more enjoyable. The last half is all action. I really get into it and come running down the stairs pretending I’m shooting up the Grove – very juvenile. They all just laugh. I feel like ‘’Stupid,’ but it’s fun. I tell Joey we should do air guitar to ‘Suffragette City,’

which we perform for David and Jill. They even sing along, with Wilkie saying, “He’s English, you know, Bowie.”
We go to another pot party. I keep up my resolve not to smoke. When I tell David not to worry, I won’t tell Coach that he smokes, he just laughs. I feel totally comfortable. I’m being myself with older kids without having to try to be cool. When I start to nod off, Joey scoops me up. “We’re going. I’m not having you pass out on me tonight.” I don’t care that Jill and David laugh at me. I just put my arm around his shoulder. We leave for the hotel.

I throw off all my clothes and flop on the bed. Joey watches me as I undress It’s warm and humid in the room, with a fan pushing around what little air there is. He lies beside me, running his finger across my stomach muscles. I wait for him to jump me, but he doesn’t. It’s going to be long, slow love-making.
“I like it here, man,” he says. “Things just go along. When you made me wait on Friday night, I was pissed. Now I can go with the flow, not try to outrun the crowd like in the City.”
“Life’s more focused down here,” I say. “I feel I’m being myself. Whatever happens is for the best.”
“It’s been good for you. New York made you grow up too fast. Man, you were only fourteen then. In the City, fourteen’s old. I like you even more now. You’re not just cool, you’re spontaneous and happy. I wish I grew up here.”
“Man, you’re the ultimate in cool. I really like you, Joey. Are we fags now?”
“I sure don’t mind it,” as he rolls over, locking his legs onto mine, his stiff dick sticking into my hip. I tense, then roll on top of him.
He starts to sing ‘Suffragette City, “Wham, bam, thank you ma’am.”
We keep our fucking slow and deep, with both of us moaning. He starts to laugh. “We always talk when we fuck. You’re the only person I know who does that.

When I wake up Joey is drinking coffee.
“You really gotta get over this falling asleep bit once you’ve cum. It leaves me hangin.’”
“Didn’t you cum just before I did that?”
“Yah, but I don’t know wot ta do wid you stuck up my butt and snoring. Here, have coffee.”

It tastes great. I feel great. Unlike swimming, fucking doesn’t leave you aching all over. Then I get up. I ache in an embarrassing spot.
“You’ll get over it,” Joey observes. “Take a hot bath and massage your butthole.”
“We’re really something, huh?”
“No. You’re too much. Jumping on someone while they’re sleepin’ is impolite.”
“How many times have we fucked now?
“Let’s just say yer totally devirginized.”
“That’s the truth.”
“Still in love wid me?”
“Of course, more than ever. I got the butt ache to prove it.”
“But it’s different now, idn’t it? Yer not so touchy-feely about it, like the puppy dog you was in New England.”
“It’s more like we’re on the same level now. I really did hero-worship you then. Funny, ‘cause I hated you before last summer.”
“Yer just workin’ out how to feel and not get hurt. Now the rub is I’m leavin’ in a coupla hours. I really had a hellava great time, little dude. Man, you sure fuck good, every which way. You got it from moi.”
“You’re the boss, man.”

It’s funny because I know I’ll miss him, but the feelings aren’t as unsettling as before. Maybe we fucked so much, my feelings are played out.
We go to breakfast, then wake up David and Jill to say goodbye. Joey trades addresses and promises to meet in New York or London. I go with him by cab to the airport. While waiting for his flight, we don’t have much to say. He looks at me, then says, “Come on,” and leads me into a bathroom stall. He sucks my dick one last time. I barely cum.
“I guess we’re ‘bout fucked out,“ he observed, “and hopefully, ya still luv me but ain’t still in love wid me.”
“How did ya know?” He’s saying what I was thinking.
“Experience has some advantages. I do envy ya yer youth.”
“Joey, yer just nineteen.”
“Can’t ever be sixteen, seventeen, eighteen again.”
“When you get depressed, call me so I can remind you how good ya are in bed.”
“It’s the other times that give me trouble. Sex is a snap. Here I am, getting’ all emotional. Ain’t that a kick?”
“Maybe ya need to be more emotional, like I need ta be less.”
”Out of the mouths of babes…”
“I’m here fer ya, man.”
When he gets up to go, I hug him and won’t let go, until he finally pulls away.
Then we laugh and he’s gone.

I realize my bike is at the hotel. It’s still there when I get back by bus. I ride home and get a ration of shit for being out all weekend. I lay in a hot bath for over an hour, and then go to bed.

 

 

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