In the morning I was doing my long course laps behind Wilkie. During a break, he asked, “You okay, mate? You look preoccupied today.”
I was 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 math tables.”
“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 started to workout. 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 bragged.
“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 pushed off.
At the next break, David asked, “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 couldn’t believe there could be anything in common between a swimmer and a doper.
When I got home from workout Friday night, there was a message to call the Grove Hotel, Room 210. Mom hadn’t even recognized Joey’s voice. I called. Joey was 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 took me ten minutes to get to the Grove by bike. I knocked on room 210’s door. He opened it with a cigarette in his mouth, dressed only in jeans, no shirt or shoes. “Welcome, welcome, welcome,” he dragged me into the room, pushing the door shut with his foot, and wrestled me to the floor.
“Damn, you’re getting’ big and strong. And, man, look at the blond hair.” He lay 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 laughed.
“You’re right, and you know what that means,” and he started to pull my shorts down. “What the fuck are these, orange panties?” when he saw my Speedos. “Oh, I’ve been a terrible influence on you.”
“No, man. That’s my swim suit, See the draw string?”
He grabbed the string with his teeth, pulling it’s knot loose. The front of the suit pulled forward; out came my hardening dick. Realizing I was horny made me relax about all this. I couldn’t stop laughing, then Joey started tickling me.
“Remember when I did this. You pee’d your pants?”
“How could 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 chortled.
“Then get up on the bed and pull down those jeans,” which he did in a flash.
His dick was long but limp. I rolled him onto his stomach, held his legs with my knees,, stuck my hard-on between his thighs, reached around to grab his dick, and fell against him.
We rolled over and over, locked into this incomplete embrace. His dick became harder, so I rolled him to his back and began licking his nine-inch cock. He grabbed my head, pushing my mouth onto his dick, my tongue working on the thick vein on the front. He pushed my head up and down the top half of his cock, careful that I didn’t gag. I took his hand and placed it on my swinging dick, continuing to go down on him. Taking my balls, he kneaded them while stroking the front of the shaft with his thumbs. My scrotum started to tighten. Joey kept it loose by massaging the sac. He grabbed my head and kissed me fully and deeply. I stretched out on top of him and kissed him back. With my tongue deep inside his mouth, I pushed my hard dick against his hard-on. We kept kissing and humping, until I knew I was going to cum. Sitting on top of his thighs, I grabbed both our dicks and started beating them off, faster and faster..
“Calm down, man. You’re going to cum.”
“I want to.”
He rolled me over, squeezing my dick between his legs and thrusting himself against my sweat-soaked chest, sliding further and further up until I could lick the tip each time it hit my lips. He grabbed my dick with his knees and started to fuck my mouth. I forgot I was about to cum as I took more and more of his straining cock. I felt its tip widen and tasted his sour precum. He withdrew and taking both our dicks in his hand rolled me over on my back.
“Now beat us both off.”
I started slowly with both hands and soon was into the right rhythm. Riding him while he bucked like a horse, I jerked off both cocks. My dick hole widened, then the first jet of jism ejaculated over his head. Then a larger wad hit him in the face. Five more wads soaked his stomach. As I slowed down, Joey rolled us over, me still beating us off and spurting jism. He started to hump me hard, going completely rigid, then jerking his whole body. Cum pumped onto my chest and stomach, until he collapsed on top of me. We both fell asleep. When I awoke, we were stuck, belly to belly, arms wrapped around each other. Trying to get loose, I woke him also.
“We’re stuck together, man,” I told him.
He grinned wickedly, “That’s the way we’re supposed to be.”
Slowly we came apart. He started rubbing my stomach muscles.
“Man, you’ve really gotten 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 jumped into the shower together. Joey inspected me all over, saying I looked great. According to him, even my dick had 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 to screw.”
We left the hotel to check out the Grove, a maze of alley-like streets and funky bungalow houses. It was late but Joey had numbers for New York types there. After a couple of calls, we were off to a party. As soon as we walked in, people were all over Joey. His reputation (hustler/dealer/scenester) opened all doors. I felt left out and a bit jealous; at least he didn’t leave me to go off with anyone. He said he was all mine this weekend. All the smoke got to me, and I went outside. Up walked David Wilkie with a long-haired blonde.
“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 grabbed me with his free arm. I said ‘hi’ to his girlfriend who smiled ironically. Then we found Joey sitting with a group in the corner.
“Where’d ya go?” he asked.
“I met my friend David from the swim team. He’s from England.”
That information got Joey’s attention, as he was passing around a joint. “England?” as he passed the joint to David, who politely took a hit and passed 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.”
“Let’s get out of here.”
Joey put his arm around my neck.The four of us walked back to the Grove.
“Want to play some pool or pinball?” David pointed to an amusement arcade. Sure enough they had Pong inside. Once I had beaten everyone several times, Joey and David played pool for money, while Jill watched. After several games and beers, we walked to a café to eat. David ate two meals while I ate most of Joey’s, and Jill paid. They walked us back to the hotel. We agreed to see a movie together the next night. When we reached the room I was asleep on my feet. Joey lay me on the bed. I fell asleep as he rubbed my back. I dreamt my drowning dream, except this time David was sitting on the bottom, watching me and smoking a joint. As soon as I saw him, I stopped feeling I was drowning. He tried to talk with me. I couldn’t hear him underwater. In the morning I got up and showered. Since Joey was out cold, I rode my bike to Stu’s. I hung out there, watching his brother build a model airplane. He wouldn’t let us touch any of his models. He kept calling Stu ‘Stupid.’ I rode back to the hotel at eleven and Joey was still asleep. I jumped into bed and started tickling him. He hated it, which made me do it more. Finally, he ran into the shower. Later we went 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 said a bit too loudly. Several people turned and stared 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?”
No, man, model airplanes.”
“What did you think of me this summer? I was so green.”
“You were ok. Ya kept your mouth shut and we had good times. Ya think about yerself too much. Who needs ta analyze it?”
We went back to the hotel and had sex again. Joey said I owed him for falling asleep the night before. It was pretty good. I had all this pent-up desire. Joey had the experience to get it out of me. I mostly fucked him in various positions. What amazed me was he came three times.
“How can you cum more than once?” I asked when we were laying 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. Though you 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 could cum all night.”
“It’s afternoon, remember?”
“Oh, yeah. Well, let’s get started on the night,” and he grabbed my limp dick, making it twitch several times. “See, you’re almost ready.”
I almost believed him, but he rolled me over and massaged my back. Playing with the fuzz on my butt got me hard quickly, but when he turned me over, he laughed.
“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 made him look like a drowned rat, lovable though. I was hard all afternoon. As we got dressed, he grabbed my Speedo, saying my dick needed to breathe. I put it in my pocket. When we got outside, it was raining, a warm downpour. We ran to the park by the Bay. Totally soaked, we rolled on the grass, as Pete and I had done. My wet jeans, with nothing on underneath, made my dick stand out against the pant leg. Joey kept laughing and pointing. We sat in the restaurant by the dock, drinking coffee and getting dry. I told Joey I had 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 had stopped raining. We went into several stores before he found what he wanted – ‘Love’ jeans, low hips with bell-bottoms, plus sleeveless tank tops. When I changed, he insisted I not wear my sneakers. He bought me a pukka shell necklace and sandals. When he bought me John Lennon granny glasses, I felt like a real hippie. Who do we run into next but David and Jill. They started laughing at me. When I got embarrassed, they both hugged me, saying I looked great, just that I might want to grow my hair longer. They had been looking for us, saying the movie they wanted to see started in half an hour. It was Jimmy Cliff in ‘The Harder They Come,’ which made Joey and me laugh, which was too big a clue for comfort.
The theater was upstairs, behind an old building, very alternative, with only about thirty seats. It was a new film, shot in 16 millimeter, with subtitles to explain the Jamaican English dialogue. It was hard to follow, except for David who was better at English, no doubt. The weird dialogue made the Reggae music more enjoyable, and the last half was all action. I got really into it and came running down the stairs pretending I was shooting up the Grove – very juvenile. They all just laughed. I felt like ‘’Stupid,’ but it was fine. I told Joey we should do air guitar to ‘Suffragette City,’
which we performed for David and Jill. They even sang along, with Wilkie saying, “He’s English, you know, Bowie.”
We went to another pot party. I kept up my resolve not to smoke. When I told David not to worry, I wouldn’t tell Coach that he smoked, he just laughed. I felt totally comfortable. I was being myself with older kids without having to try to be cool. When I started to nod off, Joey scooped me up. “We’re going. I’m not having you pass out on me tonight.” I didn’t care that Jill and David laughed at me. I just put my arm around his shoulder, and we left for the hotel.
I threw off my clothes and flopped on the bed, on my back. Joey was looking right at me as I undressed. It was warm and humid in the room, with a fan pushing around what little air there was. He lay beside me, running his finger across my stomach muscles. I waited for him to jump me, but he didn’t. It was going to be long, slow love-making.
“I like it here, man,” he said. “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 said. “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 rolled over, locking his legs onto mine, his stiff dick sticking into my hip. I tensed, then rolled on top of him, my dick hardening between his legs. Spitting into his hand, he moistened my hard-on, and then plunged it up his butt. He stiffened, then relaxed several times, while I pumped his ass from behind. Getting into a mutual rhythm, he started to arch his back and butt as I went in and out.
He started to sing ‘Suffragette City, “Wham, bam, thank you ma’am.”
We kept our fucking slow and deep, with both of us moaning as I plunged into him. My hands were all over his chest, neck and face as I lay under me. His hands had reached back and firmly grasped my butt cheeks, pulling me in and releasing as I pulled back. I whispered in his ear how good he felt, how much I loved him, how his butt was squeezing just right, how his fingers felt massaging my butt, and just moaning.
He started to laugh. “We always talk when we fuck. You’re the only person I know who does that. Don’t you know that fucking is serious business?”
“You want serious?” as I thrust deeper and harder than before, making him groan and laugh simultaneously. “I like telling you how it feels and how much I love you. I’m not so experienced. It seems okay to talk. Maybe it’s different if you’re getting fucked. I feel I can do anything I want.”
“You can, just don’t stop. Oh, Tim, do that again.”
We both laughed but I kept it up. My dick was doing the little turn at the tip, making me bigger inside of him. Thrusting inside I would grind on him, making his precum flow and his moaning heightened. I started withdrawing fully, then plunging completely with a faster and faster rhythm. He knew I was about to cum and rolled me over on my back, then sat on my dick, bouncing up and down. The pressure to cum subsided. I started to stroke his dick as it went up and down on my stomach. My fingers stroked the deep front vein, grabbing hold as if the shaft were the pommel on a western saddle. Up and down he went on my dick, getting himself off as I hung onto his hard-on. As he went faster and faster, I knew he was about to cum. He leaned back, moaning, and I up-ended him, throwing his legs onto my shoulders. Holding his butt off the bed I began fucking him furiously while he jerked off his own dick. His back arched and butt squeezed tightly, then throbbed as he began to cum. I fucked him even faster as the cum flew everywhere. His butt was squeezing and throbbing. With a final thrust, I came inside him. Again and again I came, his butt still throbbing from his spurting dick. When he finished cumming, he began to fuck me back. Once I had completely finished, his motion and squeezing made me shudder. I pulled out and lay twitching on his chest. We held each other until we fell asleep.
Several hours later I woke up with Joey stroking my butt hole. Half asleep I moaned from pleasure, but my sphincter tightened.
“You’re awake,” Joey noted.
I rolled over to my stomach, while he stretched out my anus. He began to lick it and insert his tongue. Once it was loose and wet, he mounted me from behind and rode me doggy style. That woke me up, but he was careful not to slide in too fast or too far. His nine-inch cock felt like silk. As soon as I started to fuck back, he lifted me to my knees, while staying deep inside me. He reached around and stroked my stiff dick, coming down the shaft as he pushed into my butt. It felt great. I yearned for him to fuck me faster. I rocked on my knees to increase his tempo. Soon my dick did it’s little turn upward and the slit widened. Moaning louder to let him know I was about to cum, I leaned back into him and he squeezed my dick without letting go. He kept pumping me. When I tensed and started throbbing from the first burst of jism, he pushed me down on the bed, fucking me furiously. As my cumming and throbbing subsided, he started pushing further into me, creating an exquisite pain. I felt his throbbing dick go off in my butt. I lay wriggling in my own cum. He rolled me on my side and both of us fell asleep, his dick still deep inside me.
I woke up in the morning with dried cum on my stomach and wet cum in my ass. Joey lay sleeping beside me on his back, slightly snoring. He was buck naked and his dick fully hard. Without thinking I sat on his cock, taking all nine inches at once. It felt like it had been there before. His dick belonged to me. I fucked it up and down, like he had done to me. He was fucking back before he woke up enough to open his eyes.
“Jesus,” he said, “you’re non-stop.”
Then he rolled me over. We fucked without a pause until he came. Then I rolled him over, stuck my dick up his butt, holding it inside in a rigid lock for at least forty seconds until I came, shuddering again and again. I was asleep again instantly.
When I awoke Joey was 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?”
“Yeah, but I don’t know wot ta do wid you stuck up my butt and snoring. I had to wait for your dick to go down and slide out. Here have a coffee.”
It tasted great. I felt great. Unlike swimming, fucking doesn’t leave you aching all over. Then I got up. I ached in an embarrassing spot.
“You’ll get over it,” Joey observed. “Take a hot bath and massage your butthole.”
“We’re really something, huh?”
“No. You’re too much. Jumping on someone’s dick 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 emotional 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 had 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 was funny because I knew I’d miss him, but the feelings weren’t as unsettling as before. Maybe we had fucked so much, my feelings were played out.
We went to breakfast, then woke up David and Jill to say goodbye. Joey traded addresses and promised to meet in New York or London. I went with him by cab to the airport. While waiting for his flight, we didn’t have much to say. He looked at me, then said, “Come on,” and led me into a bathroom stall. He sucked my dick one last time. I barely came.
“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 had said 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 got up to go, I hugged him and wouldn’t let go, until he finally pulled away.
Then we laughed and he was gone.
I realized my bike was still at the hotel. It was still there when I got back by bus. I rode home and got a ration of shit for being out all weekend. I lay in a hot bath for over an hour, and then went to bed.