SCHOOL’S OUT

School gets hectic with exams and graduation. Then I get a call from Helen in New England. She asks what I know about Joey’s New York City life. She’s worked up from worry.
“What’s wrong, Aunt Helen? Joey hasn’t talked to me since he moved to the City.”
“Oh, Timmy. The Police were here looking for him. They say it’s drugs.”
I don’t know what to say. My new openness says to tell her the truth. I’m too pragmatic to do that.
“It’s probably just a misunderstanding. Joey knows how to stay out of trouble.”
“I don’t know what to do.”
“Just be there for him when he needs you.”
“You’re always so practical, Timmy.”
“You’re always so worrying, Aunt Helen.”
“How are your folks doing?”
“Dad’s fine. I met his new girlfriend. Her name is Susan.”
“Girlfriend? I was afraid that’s what happened. How’s your mom?”
“Okay, I guess. She’s not saying much.”
“Well, give her my best.”
“Sure. Um, don’t worry about Joey. I’m sure he will straighten things out.”
“I hope you’re right.”

I sit there trying to figure it out, once she hangs up. The police are after him, hopefully only to question him. If he stays low, maybe it will blow over. I have no idea what to do, so I call Tina in New York and tell her. She is great. She rounds-up Pete and the gang. They go to Manhattan looking for Joey. All I want is for him to call me.
Within two days, he calls.
“What’s up, dude?”
“Man, I’m glad you called. The cops are looking for you in Stockbridge.”
“How’d ya find that out.”
“Helen called, all bent out of shape.”
“Shit. Did she tell you why?”
“They told her it was drugs.”
“Big surprise.”
“I just want to warn you, so you can lay low ‘til it all blows over.”
”Thanks, man. I’m definitely taking that advice. Wot’s up wid youse?”
“Man, you really caught an accent. Everything’s cool here. My folks split up, but I don’t have to move. Once Mom’s gone, Dad’s moving his new girlfriend in here. My best friend lives with me. I sort of have a girlfriend. Normal high school stuff. I’m still on the swim team. You know, just normal.”
“Sounds cool. The City’s swallowin’ me up. How’d ya know those Spic friends who found me. They’re cool, a Bronx posse.”
“They’re my first friends from when I first moved here. They come here on vacation. I stay in touch.”
“They say ya got real street smarts.”
“Just what I learned from you. So, come on, tell me what’s going on with the Arty Glitter crowd.”
“Not much. Since I did the porno, they figure they can just buy me. I lost my glamour. Just been dealin’ dope and turnin’ tricks, kinda boring. Well, I’m taking yer advice and layin’ low. I got money stashed. Maybe I’ll head out to the Coast. I’ll keep in touch.”
“Luv ya, Joey.”
“Me, too, kid.”

It is a let-down. At least I did my part, aiding and abetting. I wonder when or if I will see him again. I don’t relate to his world anymore. When I call Tina, I can tell they were not impressed by Joey. She and the whole gang are excited to return to Miami Beach in July. At least I am comfortable hanging out with them on Collins Avenue. I hope they do not find me a snob. Scott is sitting on the bed, studying for finals. I ask him if he would feel funny about hanging out on Collins in South Beach. He laughs at me.
“If you do it, it’ll be fun.”
It will work.

Finals come and go. All of us pass into the eleventh grade. The night before Scott is to leave on vacation, we ride to the Grove and sit on the same seawall in Peacock Park where we had our midnight race. Scott tries to talk about that fateful night. I cut him off. We ride through the Grove, stopping at the same shop where Joey bought me my pukka shell necklace. I buy one for Scott, fastening it around his neck. He is really pleased. As we leave the shop, who do we run into but David Wilkie.
“Hey, David, still hanging out with the hippies?” I ask.
“Hey, it’s ‘not so little’ Tim. What’s up? The necklace reminds me of when you got yours. How’s your cousin?”
“Okay. Well, not really too good. He’s over his head in the City. I think he’s moving to California.”
“La-La Land, City of Angels and Lotus Eaters. I wish him well. I’m off to England soon. Got an Olympics to catch. Why don’t you and your buddy come by and say hi to Jill.”
We follow him to his apartment on our bikes. He rides a motorcycle, waiting for us at their place. Scott is so in awe of him, even more so when he sees Jill. She sizes Scott up pretty quickly and asks if we’re living together.
“How did you know?” Scott asks.
“Oh, I know Tim pretty well. You guys seem really relaxed with each other. I think it’s cool.
When she kisses him on the cheek, Scott blushes and smiles. We say goodbye.
Back at the room, we sit in the window, talking.
“She thought we’re gay, didn’t she.”
“That’s ‘cause she met me when Joey was here.”
“I can’t believe how cool she is about it.”
I then tell him about Joey’s current troubles. It is weird to feel so removed from Joey. I make it seem like the plot of a movie. I don’t need him anymore, so I can let him go, or at least not worry about him.
Out of the blue, Scott moves next to me and asks, “Can we do it, Tim?”
Out of the frying pan (Joey) and into the fire (Scott).
“Jesus, Scott, you’re freaking me out. Isn’t it all worked out? I know we’ll really miss each other when you leave tomorrow. Call me every night. You have fun up there with the hillbillies. This is a sign we need to get away from each other.”
That’s not what my heart is telling me, which is racing. He’s getting another message from the bulge in my shorts. Then he puts my hand on his dick which is hard as a rock, even though there isn’t as much a bulge as mine.
“Shit, Scott, we’ve been avoiding this all spring.”
We strip off our clothes, staring at each other’s dicks.
“You’re so big, Tim. I thought it would look like mine.”
“You’re big enough. I’m melting just looking at it.”
“Will you show me what to do?”
“Shit. Is this really happening? Don’t worry about it. We’ll just see how far we go.”

We sit side by side on the bed, each reaching over and fingering each our dicks. He is already pre-cumming. He shivers when I start to lightly stroke him. It is a full 6 inches with heavy balls hanging down.
“Calm down,” I whisper, “or, you’ll cum too soon.”
I push him back on the pillows and start to play with his nipples. He continues to shiver and shake, like I am tickling him. His eyes close, while he runs his fingers across my face, like a blind man trying to visualize how I look.
“What are you thinking about, with your eyes closed?”
“How long we’ve waited to do this. Why we’re so afraid of it. And how much I’m going to miss you these next two weeks.”
I am dying to kiss him but know I have to go slow. I caress his face, next his lips with my finger tips, as he does the same to me. I suck two fingers into my mouth and pull on them tightly. He hesitates, then follows my example. It’s my turn to shiver with anticipation. Putting his arms around me and wrapping his legs on mine, his dick throbs against my hip. We both lean back on the pillows. I rotate toward him, sliding us until we’re belly to belly, dick to dick. He is soaked from precum. I play with his lips until he moans, which signals me to fully kiss him, thrusting my tongue where my fingers were. He sucks on it until he has to breathe. He then thrusts his tongue into my mouth. Sucking on it I yearn to have his dick inside me, to squeeze and release until it is pulsating.
“Man, you leak a lot.” I break our silent discovery of what turns us on.
“What do you mean?”
“Your pre-cum.” I gasp.
“My what?”
“The liquid that comes out before you orgasm.”
“Is that strange?”
“No, but there’s a flood down there.”
We laugh and relax from the building tension. He sure seems naïve. With him shivering less, I get bolder. Licking his chest and belly, I move down on him, where I can see his balls, fully drawn up in his scrotum. I work them loose, until I can take first one, then both balls into my mouth. As I squeeze them, he starts to moan again, working me to such a pitch that I am literally chewing his nuts. I look up past his dick and see him propped up, watching me work on him.
“You going to lie there and let me do all the work?”
“Just tell me what you want.”
“It’s better if you do what you want to get me off.”
He turns us around to the classic 69 position. He tentatively takes my dick in his hands, first licking my stomach and the base of my dick. With my free hand I take my dick and stick it into his mouth. Simultaneously I go totally down on his six-inch prick, working up and down its straining shaft. He follows my direction, working on my dick with his tongue. We lay there mirroring each other in unison, up and down, fingering each other’s balls and stroking the inside of our thighs. Slowly I push a finger against his tight anus, rubbing around the hole. I feel his dick expand in my mouth, the front vein becoming thicker and harder. He rubs my butt-hole and my dick does its little turn upwards, preparing to cum. My middle finger entered his butt the smallest amount. His whole body stiffens and shudders. Suddenly his dick ejaculates cum down my throat Meanwhile he vigorously pushes his finger in and out of my asshole. My wad lets go instantly, making him gag. He is cumming in my mouth, while my legs hold his head between my thighs to keep him from spitting out my spasming dick. He keeps finger-fucking my butt, as I keep cumming, over and over. His orgasm lasts as long as mine. His cum tastes sweeter than I thought possible, unlike sour Joey. Sweet innocence, I imagine. My ejaculations slow, but not his finger, which I realize is in rhythm with each throb of his own ejaculation. I am being fucked top and bottom. I release his head from my thighs. He keeps sucking on my spent cock. I am doing the same to his dick, which slows to occasional bursts. I lick his dick clean, and as he does mine, I roll over to lay beside him.
“Your cum is as sweet as candy.”
“So’s yours. What’s it supposed to taste like?”
“Well, Joey is pretty sour, but then, he does drugs.”
“Am I better than Joey?”
“No comparison. I never knew anyone who could cum so much.”
He grins like a fool.
“I can’t believe we’re lying here talking about it. Now what? Is it okay that I swallowed?”
”You’re so perfect, Scott. I just know you’ll drive me crazy. And, you might want to get a pregnancy test in a couple of weeks, just in case.”
He looks strange, then starts to laugh. I kiss him again, but he does not open up for tongue.
“Yuck. Did we really do that?” he asks.
I take my dick and flip it at his face. He starts licking without thinking, grabbing my butt to pull me into his face.  We are barely done, and I am getting hard again. Then he pulls me down next to him on the bed, hugging me and not letting go. I am back to a full hard-on, which I press against his stomach.
“You want to do it again, don’t you?” He asks with a hint of hope in his voice.
“I just turn on really fast.” I  see he is still limp.
“It takes me awhile to get hard again.”
“Well, let’s see,” as I take his floppy dick and rub it against my hard-on.
“That feels good,” as he gives me a sneaky look.
He is not up for it but wants to be. I start to beat off both dicks with two hands. His balls bump against me while we kneel facing each other. His dick is not fully soft, nor is it really hard. My tip starts to turn up, so I stop beating us off, grabbing him by the hips and thrust my dick against his stomach. He falls backwards, so I hump him on top. He is thrusting in rhythm with me as I start to cum. The jism squirts all over our chests. We soon are slithering around on each other in the bed. We laugh when I find he’s finally hard again.
“Nice timing, Scott.”
He wipes up a handful of cum, rubbing it on and into my ass, rolls me over, and mounts me, all in about two seconds. I never even tense up, just responding to the dick pounding my ass. His arms hold me so tightly, his fingers dig into my chest. It’s his first fuck. He rides me like it is the Kentucky Derby. His breathing comes in gasps, while he fucks faster and faster. Suddenly, he withdraws too far and we uncouple. Moaning, I quickly roll onto my back, stick his pulsating dick up my ass, and wrap my legs around his hips. He presses so deeply into me, I pull my knees up under his armpits.  Our rhythm is fierce as he races toward orgasm. When I look deeply into his eyes, he goes rigid at the end of a thrust, holding me, wanting to cum. Then he pumps again, almost cumming as he stays rigid, more pumping, more tensing, more pumping, then finally he shudders as he holds me still, staring wildly into my eyes now. I feel the explosion from his dick. Then he is pumping wildly and shouting his relief as he climaxes and cums deep inside me. Slowing to a stop, he collapses on top of me. Still inside, he falls asleep. Man, he knows how to take advantage. I move away, then snuggle into his arms, reinserting his still hard dick up my ass. Then both of us are asleep.

I get up several hours later, sneaking out of bed, and sitting in my window. Just as I stick my leg out the sill, I hear a scurrying noise and a white shadow moves across the backyard. I whistle, and the shadow stops, then moves away faster. A minute later, the echoing whistle comes back. I think at first it might be a ghost, and then laugh out loud at myself. Relaxing in my spot, I enjoy the cool breeze from the Bay. I need to cool off. All my good intentions about not doing it with Scott blown away by passion. I cannot stand thinking about our separation when he leaves for vacation in a few hours. Did I fuck it up? I am acting on heartfelt feelings. It is not that easy. I let my thoughts drift as the Bay breeze cools my naked body. Scott remains sleeping, with his hand tucked under his head, like he’s sucking his thumb. My God, I think, and then laugh. I just want to lay with him and forget these doubts. Soon I am waking up on Saturday morning. Scott is on his back, with his eyes open.
“I guess we said our goodbyes in the best possible way,” he speaks with maudlin regret.
I roll over, look him right in the eyes,

“Do you think I’m ever going to be separated from you now?”
“In some spiritual way, we’ll never be apart,“ he continues in a self-pitying way.
“No asshole. I’m serious. I’m just going to go with you today. There’s no other way.”
He looks stunned, then grabbing his pillow, hits me over and over. We’re laughing and wrestling, until a pillow bursts open. Feathers go everywhere.
“Shit!”
“How are you going to get your mom to let you go?”
“Not tell her. I’ll call once we’re there.”
“My folks would kill me.”
“Your folks aren’t getting divorced.”

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