Jimi and Ricky

 

By Larkin

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Part 2 - When it clicks

One of the kids at school said, “Jimi, you’re becoming such a fruit! I mean, like, get a grip!”

He’s right.
I’m beginning to think that maybe I should be locked up in prison for male fraud.

Standing in front of the full length mirror in my Mom’s room, I look at myself.
She’s at work.
I push the hair out of my eyes and let it fall back. I turn around and look back at myself from over my shoulder.

I know that I am cute but I just don’t know what to do with myself.
I pull my pants down so I can see my behind.
My butt looks cute enough but when I turn around and see my dicky it looks so little and useless.
Maybe I should have been born a girl.
I tuck it between my legs and just pretend for a moment.

I pushed my pants down to my ankles. It makes walking almost impossible and totally silly looking. One time, one of my Mom’s boyfriends pulled my pants down in front of company. Everyone laughed.
My face turned red and I just stood there. That was a rotten thing to do to me.

I like to imagine things like, what if a monster was chasing me? I would fall on my face and be caught for sure.
The evil monster could do anything he wanted to me and I couldn’t do anything cause my pants were pulled down.
I know it’s stupid, but I sort of like that idea.

Then I got completely naked, tugged at my penis and spread my butt. I tried, but couldn’t quite see my hole.

There was a loud knocking on the front door that scared me right out of my fantasies.
I got my foot caught in the leg hole of my underpants and fell forward banging my head on the side of the door. I quickly pulled up my pants, cleared my head of all my dumb ideas and ran downstairs.

The door opened and the tall figure standing there said, “Hey, Little Dude, what’s up?”

He was wearing a multi-colored Peruvian knit hat. It came to a point on top and had a yarn string hanging down on each side. At first I didn’t recognize him.

He leaned forward until he was just inches from my face and said, “Little Dude, it’s me, Ricky!”

He followed that with his goofy laugh.
There was a pause because I didn’t really know what to do.
I was used to seeing him at his house and not here.
When I was at his house, if he got all weird I could just leave.
He turned and looked up the street and then down the street as if he was being followed.>

“Hey, Little Dude, are you gonna let me in or what?”

If my Mom just laid eyes on him I would be in big trouble.
Mostly because Ricky looks like a total delinquent, but then, I thought, she wouldn’t be home for a while.

The door swung open and Ricky walked in like he owned the place.
I followed him into the living room where he flopped down on the couch.
He pulled off his hat and his wavy black hair fell out.
He shook his head back and forth until his hair settled in a way that pleased him.

He slowly looked around the room and then casually asked, “Jimi, who’s home?”

I guess I could have said, My Mom is going to be home any minute, but I truthfully told him, “Sometime after six.”
That was hours from now.

He smiled, showing his chipped front tooth. “That’s awesome. Adults always get on my case, you know what I’m sayin?”

One thing I can say about Ricky is that he is so intense. It’s like he is scary and exciting all at the same time.
Ricky is impulsive and unpredictable. When he’s around, you never can tell what’s gonna happen. One minute he would be all cuddly and the next he was like a time bomb that was ready to go off.

He picked up a heavy glass ashtray from off the coffee table and juggled it between his two hands.
In my mind, I remember my Mom saying to me, “Jimi, if you just chip this ashtray just once, so help me!”

I didn’t say anything hoping he would loose interest.
I sat in the stuffed chair next to the couch.

Ricky put the glass ashtray down and rolled his eyes. “What the fuck! I drag myself all the way over here to see your girly-ass and you’re sitting across the room from me.

“What the fuck is that all about?”

Looking slightly irritated, he waved me over to sit next to him.
When I got close, he yanked me over close to him and put his arm around me buddy style.
I was glad he did. I especially liked it when he acted like my big brother.
He made me feel uneasy and happy at the same time.

I said, “Ricky, how did you find out where I live?”

He crossed his eyes and made a face that had nothing to do with his answer.

“That was easy, the phonebook. There’s only about two Littlewoods in the whole state. I used the process of elimination.”

He made the face again and stuck out his tongue.

I don’t know why but now that I was squeezed up against him, I wanted to bury my face in his hoody shirt. I didn’t care that he acted stupid.
I like the way he smelled. He smelled so good and it made me feel good just to be next to him.

He pulled his arm tightly around my neck so I couldn’t get away.
I struggled.
Then with his other hand he started knocking on top of my head like I was a coconut.
I tried even harder to get away.
I was screaming and laughing but he wouldn’t let me go. Next thing I knew he was on top of my back. He held me by my shoulders and started doing the doggy hump on me.

I acted as if I didn’t like it and I wanted to get away but I did like it.
I really liked it.
It felt so good when he did it and I relaxed and let him keep humping.
He was huffing, puffing and growling his warm breath in ear and on the back of my neck.
I could feel his big ole boner pushing on my behind.
Even though we both had all our clothes on it was so much fun.
His big cock stuck up in his trackies.
I reached out and touched it.
Ricky gave out his goofy laugh and pushed himself on me until I fell back on the couch. He climbed on me and did the doggy hump in my face.
Ricky stood up and paraded around the room showing off his boner lump. He pulled his shirt up to show me his belly then turned around and mooned me. I covered my eyes but couldn’t help giggling.

“Hey, Little Dude, where’s your room?”

I got up and he followed me closely up the stairs. He stuck his finger at my butt and I jumped two feet in the air.

Once in my room he did the same as he did downstairs. He stood there looking around and passing judgment on all my stuff.

“Little Dude, that Britney Spears poster has gotta go!”

He took his gum out of his mouth and stuck it on her face.

I was sitting on my bed not sure just what to do.
I knew that Ricky was much more experienced than me so I was happy let him own me.

Without saying anything, he came up to me and pulled down the front of his trackies.
His big ole cock just fell out, sort of hung down and then stood up all by its self.
I felt his hand on top of my head. He guided me closer.
I opened my mouth and he slid it in. He pushed back and forth.
Ricky’s cock pretty much filled up my mouth and was so long that I began to think I might choke.

Ok, who ever is reading this!
Before someone goes and starts thinking like how I’m being taken advantage of, Mind your own business.
I have to say that I liked it and I wanted to do it.
We’ve done it a few times already. If I didn’t want to do it, I wouldn’t have done it.
But more than that, I wanted him to make me do it. It made it exciting.

I was wishing I had a mirror like my Mom had in her room.
I wanted to see what was happening to me. I wanted to see what Ricky was doing to me because I almost didn’t believe it.

With his trackies down to his knees he spread out on my bed.
He lifted one foot towards me and instinctually I pulled off his shoe, first one and then the other. I occupied myself taking off his clothes. He didn’t help at all. He just laid there.

When he was completely naked, Ricky looked up at me and softly said, “You know, I’m not gay.”

I said, “I don’t know what I am.”

That answer seemed to satisfy him.

He pulled my shirt off over my head. I just laid there and let him undress me.

We were in complicity. We were both guilty and innocent at the same time.

He rose up over me and manhandled me around to suite his purpose.
It didn’t bother me that I was something that made him feel good. I liked being used by him.
He climbed on me and pushed his cock in and out of my mouth.
We did all the dirty things we had done before but this time I was experienced and willing.
You could say it was unfair because it was all about him but I didn’t care.
I realized that I liked doing anything he asked me to. If he liked it, I liked it even better.

With Ricky above me, grunting and cooing, he suddenly came all over my belly, my chest and even my neck in great messy squirts.
Fascinated, I watched and didn’t try to move away.
After it was done, he carelessly laid back and relaxed.
I looked around for something to wipe up all his sex goo.
Finding my underpants, I tried to clean myself up.
Ricky looked at me and appearing to be completely unconcerned, said, “I’m a prick, get used to it.”

At that moment something came over me.
I suddenly realized that I would do anything for him.