- - -that somebody loves you as much as you love them
By Lone-Wolf Dedicated to all those I have called friend, and to all those who I call friend, who don’t care: particularly those I truly Loved - - - and those I still Love - - - An Important note to the Reader : This is a work of Fiction! The persons, places, events, and dialogue are entirely the product of the author’s imagination, and must be regarded as such. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and accidental. All brand names mentioned are the property of the company who manufactures them, and they are used only for clarity.
Dain Burnette sat in his 1974 DeTomaso Pantera, a mid-engined imported muscle-car. He listened intently to the ragged idle of the 5.7 litre V-8 Ford engine behind him, waiting for the traffic light to change. He revved the engine once or twice, and debated the merits of advancing the ignition timing another half - degree. His hazel eyes noted that the light had turned, and he accelerated off down the street, the warm, damp Miami air tousling his light brown hair as it blew in through the open window. Dain was nineteen years old. He worked as a mechanic at “Don’s Independent Volkswagen” shop, where he had been employed for just over three years. He usually worked until six in the evening, and it was six-forty as he slowed the Pantera and turned into Warner Park that Tuesday evening.
He shifted the German built ZF transaxle into first gear and idled along at eight or ten miles an hour. His eyes wandered nervously over the scattered people walking or standing near the drive that wound through the park. Finally he spotted the face he sought. Dain eased to the curb and stopped, watching the other.
The face that Dain sought was that of a boy, approximately twelve and a half years old. The boy had fairly long, thick, straight almost-pure-blond hair, and pale china – blue eyes, which seemed to move constantly. He was rather slim, but not skinny, and was leaning against a lamp-post, watching the cars trundle by. Dain guessed he was almost five feet tall, at eighty to ninety pounds. He had been discreetly watching the boy for over a week. He decided it was time to put his plan into action.
Dain stuck the car back in gear, pulled around a gaggle of parked cars, and parked again, directly opposite the boy. When the boy looked over at the DeTomaso, Dain blinked the marker lights once. The boy sauntered over, and Dain hit the switch that let down the passenger’s-side window. The boy leaned on the door and squinted in at Dain, sizing him up.
“How’s it hangin’?” Dain asked amiably, barely masking his nervousness. The boy was even more attractive close up, he saw.
“It’s cool,” the boy replied nonchalantly.
“You got a couple of hours?” Dain asked, studying the boy’s hairstyle. He could tell it hadn’t been trimmed recently, but it had apparently been cut in bangs, just barely above his eyes, covering his eyebrows. The cut sloped down and back from the temples, covering his ears completely. The cut continued down to his tanned shoulders, and wrapped around the back, several inches below shoulder-length.
“Depends,” the boy shrugged. “I get twenty-five dollars an hour.” Dain admired his clear, sparkling blue eyes, set in his lean face, which was still free of peach-fuzz, his tanned skin utterly smooth.
“Sounds fair enough,” Dain shrugged, acting like he had loads of money.
“And I don’t do S&M, bondage, or any of that weird, kinky shit,” the boy added.
“No problem,” Dain agreed. “That’s cool.”
“Okay,” the boy decided, after another moment. “Let’s go.” Dain unlocked the door, and the boy slipped into the reclined leather-upholstered bucket seat. “I like your car, Mister,” the boy said over the racket of the Ford V-8, apparently in earnest.
“It’s a DeTomaso Pantera,” Dain told him. “And let’s get some things straight: please do NOT call me mister. I’m no more than six years older than you. Just call me Dain.”
“Dain, and a black DeTomaso,” the boy repeated.
“Next, here’s our cover-story. You’re my little brother, okay? What’s your first name?” Dain asked.
“Austin,” the boy replied, the name undoubtedly false, Dain knew.
Dain was correct. Austin’s real name was Joey Boenton. He never liked being Joey, and had always liked the name Austin; so he used it as his street alias.
“Okay. That makes you Austin Burnette. You live with me, your big brother Dain. This is because Mom was widowed when she died. Her name was Marge. We live in my boat. Our address is Longtail Marina, slip 125-B. We don’t have a phone yet. Got that?” Dain asked.
“I’m Austin Burnette. You’re my brother Dain. Mom is dead, but her name was Marge. We live in your boat at Longtail Marina, in slip 125-B,” Joey recited from memory. “How old are you, exactly?”
“Just turned nineteen,” Dain admitted.
“And what kind of boat do you have?” Joey asked.
“It’s a Wellcraft Scarab 38KV. 38 foot off-shore racing deep-vee. I haven’t named it yet,” Dain stated.
“Got it,” Joey said. “Let’s roll.” Dain revved the engine and they accelerated out of the park, onto Washington Avenue. They cruised down the shore about three miles or so, and pulled into Longtail Marina. Dain shot Joey a smile, and Joey smiled back perfunctorily. Dain eased the car into his numbered parking space, killed the lights and the engine, and they climbed out.
“That DeTomaso sure is LOUD,” Joey noted timidly, following him out onto one of the long docks.
“That one was modified specially for World Cup Rally racing. The engine is built by Ford - same one they used in the Mustang,” Dain explained, as they walked out to his Scarab 38, which doubled as his residence.
“Nice,” Joey said, as Dain helped him aboard.
“Thanks,” Dain said. “All I own is this boat, and that car.” He unlocked the small companionway, and Joey followed him into the low, tapering cabin below. Dain locked the door behind them, and switched the lights on low. Their glow almost fully lit the far ends of the cabin. Dain followed Joey to the v-berth, in the bow.
They stopped, and Dain watched excitedly as Joey slowly peeled off his not-so-clean t-shirt. Dain’s heart hammered against his ribs as he admired Joey’s beautiful chest and stomach. Joey was lean and lithe, but not skinny; just perfect. His chest was smoothly muscled, and perfectly sculpted, yet not overly developed. His torso was as tanned as his arms, too. Dain saw the boy’s tits were small, round, and pale, with perky, erect nipples.
Joey pried off his dirty sneakers with the opposite foot, and pushed them aside with one toe. Then he unbuttoned his faded Levis, and zipped down the fly. Dain held his breath as Joey dropped the jeans to his ankles and stepped out of them. Joey’s long, slender legs were as perfectly proportioned as his chest.
Now only pee-stained cotton briefs hid Joey’s groin. Dain could see the bulge of the boy’s partially erect penis clearly inside the fabric. Slowly Joey pushed the Hanes down to mid-thigh, from which they fell to his ankles. Dain stared unabashedly at Joey’s steadily hardening cock. The first thing that Dain noticed was that Joey was not circumcised! His swelling penis was still fully encased in snug-fitting fore-skin! As Joey’s cock hardened, Dain watched its moist, red, sleek glans slowly emerge from the tube of skin.
“Uhm, if fore-skin, like, turns you off, we can just call it quits, and I’ll bail. No charge,” Joey offered nervously, as his long, sleek penis reached full erection! He knew that plenty of guys did not like un-cut meat, so he was quick to offer each “John” an easy out, just in case.
Joey’s cock was a full FOUR inches long, Dain realized; about a half inch LONGER than average for a boy Joey’s age. It curved upwards slightly, arcing away from his smooth, hairless groin.
“Oh no, Austin!” whispered Dain hoarsely. “I totally LOVE fore-skin! I wish mine wasn’t cut,” he admitted, admiring Joey’s genitals hungrily. Joey’s balls were encased in a pale, velvety scrotum. And Best of All, Joey’s groin was still smooth and completely free of any pubic hair.
Joey looked relieved, and sat on the berth when Dain motioned for him to do so. He watched with feigned interest as Dain quickly doffed his own clothing and sat beside him. He noted that Dain kept his groin shaved smoothly, free of any pubic hair. This was a good thing as far as Joey was concerned, as he hated the feel of pubic hair against his face when he was going down on a man. He also couldn’t help but notice that Dain was actually rather attractive, at least by Joey’s standards. Dain placed his palm on Joey’s chest and gently pushed him down onto his back on the clean sheets. Joey’s long, fine, rather limp, blond hair pooled around the boy’s head, and Dain finally got a look at Joey’s delicately sculpted ears.
Without a word, Dain leaned down and placed his mouth over Joey’s right tit. Joey flinched as Dain’s hot, wet mouth sealed around his tit, and began to suck and tongue and nibble on it rather skillfully. Dain’s heart pounded as he hungrily sucked on the boy’s erect nipple, gently rolling it between his teeth as he sucked and tongued it lustfully! It tasted of sweat, and unwashed skin: Of Joey - and Dain loved it, savoring the tastes as he nursed on Joey’s tit.
After a couple minutes, Dain licked his way across Joey’s gorgeous chest and latched onto his left tit. Joey relaxed, and mentally urged the young man to take his time, since Joey got paid by the hour. But that wasn’t to say Joey didn’t enjoy the activity at all: In fact, he did. He was fully homosexual, and admitted this to himself, and when the “John” was attractive to him, he sometimes enjoyed sex somewhat. But it was still a job: Something he took money for. He often wished for a lover, who would make love to him and with him, just because they were in love. But he was starting to suspect that love of that sort was strictly something found in romantic fiction – not in real life.
Joey’s thoughts were interrupted by Dain’s releasing Joey’s tit, and beginning to lick his way gradually down across his chest and stomach. Dain was careful to lick every square millimeter of Joey’s lovely chest, and belly. He savored the salty, musky taste and smell of Joey’s smooth, velvety skin.
Dain paused to ream out Joey’s navel with his tongue, a new and not unpleasant experience for Joey as well. But Dain had little patience for this, and quickly moved on down to Joey’s smooth, hairless groin. Joey dreaded the soon to appear pubic hair, as it turned off many boy-lovers, and he would probably have to do what most of his peers did and shave it off twice a day to keep his boyish appearance intact.
Dain heatedly tongue-washed Joey’s delicious, musky groin, as he played with Joey’s snug fore-skin with his fingers. He had a fore-skin fetish, he guessed, and was thrilled that Joey’s thick penis was still complete with its ample prepuce. He slowly slid the excess skin up to partially enclose the head of Joey’s cock - only to skin it back, equally slowly, exposing again its sleek, wet, red glans and the raw looking skin that was normally inside, against them.
After many minutes of this, Dain turned his attention to Joey’s well-filled nut sack. Joey couldn’t help but shiver as Dain’s tongue and teeth went to work on his cods, skillfully sucking and nibbling and licking hungrily. Stimulated by Dain’s ministrations, Joey’s scrotum slowly drew up close to Joey’s groin, pulling his testicles up close against his body. Dain knew that this was a sign that Joey’s genitals were now fully primed for intercourse.
The other sure sign that Joey’s tool was ready for action was the fat droplets of clear “pre-cum” that had begun seeping from the pee-hole at the tip of his glans. Dain abandoned Joey’s sack, and let his tongue go to work on just the shaft of the boy’s swollen penis. He trembled involuntarily as the powerful tastes of Joey’s penis assaulted Dain’s taste-buds. He savored the flavors of sweat, urine, and smegma as he tongue-washed the smooth, tender sheath of Joey’s rigid prick, his own prong aching as the delicious tastes made his heart hammer frantically against his ribcage with lust; and love.
When he had finally licked all the taste from the shaft, Dain let his tongue slide up to sample the even better bonanza of Joey’s blunt, swollen, pink glans. The fat head of Joey’s dick was visibly moist, glistening in the low light! Dain’s tongue circled Joey’s cock-head again and again, as he lapped up every iota of its awesome, raunchy tastes. He licked up the clear oozings of pre-cum, then ‘milked’ the shaft to bring forth even more of the tasty fluid. Joey was surprised at how thorough this young man was - but didn’t want to admit to himself that it really felt awful good, too.
Dain worked Joey’s glans with his tongue for over four minutes, until finally he’d taken all of the flavor it had to offer. Yet he continued to tongue Joey’s glans smoothly, purposely forcing himself to take his time.
Finally Dain could restrain himself no longer. Eagerly he took Joey’s sleek cock into his mouth and lowered his head until ALL four inches of Joey’s throbbing penis was in his mouth. Joey shivered involuntarily as Dain’s hot, wet mouth engulfed Joey’s quivering cock with hot, wet pleasure. Without thinking, Joey instinctively arched his back a little, forcing his penis even deeper into Dain’s suctioning mouth.
Then Dain began to smoothly pump on Joey’s shaft, his lips gliding steadily up and down the length of Joey’s twitching penis. He used thumb and forefinger to hold the excess prepuce bunched at the base of Joey’s shaft, so it wouldn’t interfere with the business end of the boy’s tool.
Joey shivered again, as Dain’s tongue, teeth, and palate all worked together to pleasure Joey’s swollen sex organ. At the same time, Dain’s fingers kneaded Joey’s nuts inside their constricting sack of velvety skin.
Dain paced himself, going slowly, and deeply, at first, resisting the urge to just go wild and bring the boy off. Very gradually, Dain increased the speed of his pumping, shortening the stroke slightly as well. But he continued to pace himself, once again amazing Joey, who seldom saw such control.
It was almost six minutes before Joey finally felt the fist stages of impending orgasm. Dain felt the involuntary twitches in Joey’s cock, and knew that the boy was growing close to the first stages just prior to climax. But he still didn’t let himself cut loose just yet.
As Joey grew more and more excited, Dain pumped steadily faster, and sucked gradually harder and harder. Joey shuddered involuntarily as he felt his orgasm beginning to grow imminent.
“It’s fixin’ ta’ SKEET!!” Joey managed to gasp, in case his client didn’t intend for him to ejaculate just now.... But Dain just went faster, deeper, and harder than ever. For ten or twelve interminable seconds, Joey hung there, hovering on the very brink of release, his body trembling with anticipation…. Then he felt himself pass the point of no return! His orgasm blossomed like a skyrocket, his lithe body going rigid in total ecstasy as he climaxed explosively.
Dain felt Joey’s body go taut, and knew the boy had achieved orgasm! Frantically Dain stroked the ridge of Joey’s cock-head rapidly with his tongue, bent on maximizing the boy’s pleasure. A couple seconds later Joey’s cock spasmed rhythmically as he ejaculated spastically, his pulsing penis squirting again and again and again in Dain’s suctioning mouth.
Joey’s thick, sticky semen erupted from his pulsing peter, coating Dain’s tongue with its strong, musky flavor. Joey writhed in ecstasy as he shot not 6, not 7, but 8 thick juicy gobs of hot spunk into Dain’s waiting mouth. The orgasm seemed to go on longer than he was accustomed to, and he reveled in the extra two spurts.
Even when Joey’s nuts were voided, Dain kept on sucking his now super-sensitized glans, making Joey writhe in post-orgasmic pleasure, his young body trembling wildly.
Finally Joey’s pleasure ebbed, and his cock began to soften. Dain slowly savored his mouthful of juvenile sperm, swallowing it a little at a time, until all the taste was finally consumed. Only then did he finally release Joey’s shrinking peter. He watched intently as it retreated into its protective fore-skin.
“Damn,” sighed Joey, still recovering from the release of his orgasm. “You really know how to do that GOOD!”
“Practice makes perfect,” Dain joked, propping himself up on his elbows beside Joey.
“So now I guess you wanna’ do me in the ass, right?” Joey asked, eyeing Dain’s rock-hard six-incher. It was pretty average in length and thickness, and Joey had taken several bigger dicks in his rectum before; but having just shot his load, he was no longer horny at all, and had no desire to do anything but take a nap. But he also knew that what he wanted didn’t count for shit, since Dain was a paying customer, and was to be given what he wanted, within reason.
“Well,” Dain mused, “I would kind of like to. But you just got off, and I know you aren’t horny any more. I wouldn’t do you in the ass when you weren’t even horny. It can be tough enough when you ARE horny, you know?” Dain noted. Joey nodded, confused. “So why don’t you just give me your best hand-job instead?” Dain suggested, producing a condom from the tiny shelf at the front end of the berth.
Joey was too surprised to react. He had never had a “John” take any interest whatsoever in HIS needs or feelings before, and the fact that this one seemed to caught him off balance.
“Uhm, - sure. Okay,” Joey mumbled, opening the rubber and spitting into it before deftly rolling it onto Dain’s boner. Dain leaned back and admired Joey’s sweet face, lovely hair, and lithe body as the boy skillfully masturbated Dain’s swollen cock. Joey did his best to give Dain a really good hand-job, since the young man had refrained from making him suck him off, or endure anal sex, right after ejaculation had robbed him of his sex-drive.
As Dain’s lust mounted, he reached over and fondled Joey’s flaccid pecker, playing with its fore-skin lustfully as Joey jacked him closer and closer to climax.
Finally Dain reached the point of no return, and Joey stroked the rubber across the ridge of his glans rapidly, stimulating the delicate nerves there as the older boy’s penis spurted his sperm into the condom’s reservoir. Dain gazed lovingly at Joey as he climaxed in the boy’s skilled hand, still wishing he could suck Joey off again.
All too soon Dain’s ecstasy faded, and his cock began to soften. “Guess I’ll go clean up and take a piss,” he sighed, standing and walking aft to the tiny restroom at the rear of the cabin. “You can get dressed, too, now,” he added, giving the boy a grateful smile. Dain went into the bathroom and cleaned up the mess of the cum-filled rubber, then drained his bladder into the marine toilet.
He stepped back into the cabin as Joey finished zipping up his fly.
“Toss me my clothes, will you?” Dain asked. Joey tossed Dain’s things to him one at a time, until he too was dressed.
“Thanks,” Dain smiled, shrugging on his t-shirt.
“Welcome,” Joey replied, pulling on his own t-shirt. “Any chance I can get a ride back to the park?” he asked hopefully.
“Of course,” Dain agreed, clearly appalled by the mere notion of making the boy walk back to the park. “I want to pick up a burger or something for supper on the way anyhow.”
They went up on deck, Dain locked the boat, and they walked back to dry land. In the parking lot they climbed into the DeTomaso, and Dain fired up the big block engine. Soon they were stopped at the order-window of the local fast food burger-joint.
“Two Big Mac combos,” ordered Dain. “With medium Cokes, and super-size fries, too,” he clarified.
“You must be really hungry,” Joey observed, as they drove around to the pickup window.
“One of those is yours, silly,” Dain smiled, handing cash to the girl at the register inside the window.
“I can’t afford to be buying fast-food,” Joey protested, knowing he had to pinch every penny to survive on the street.
“Did I ask you to pay?” Dain asked, his voice neither angry nor sarcastic. Joey shook his head, more confused than ever. This was definitely turning out to be one of his better nights. “Just think of it as a tip,” Dain suggested, handing him one of the meals, and the soda that accompanied it. Joey blushed.
“Thank you,” he added sheepishly.
“You’re very welcome,” smiled Dain warmly, turning back onto Washington Avenue. “You can eat in the car,” Dain assured him, when he noticed that Joey wasn’t eating.
“No,” Joey protested. “These things are overloaded with that special sauce, and it squooshes out all over everything, and stains the upholstery.” Dain shrugged, and they soon pulled to a stop at the curb in the park.
“What do I owe you?” Dain asked, producing his wallet.
“Um - say - two hours - about fifty bucks,” said Joey. “No discount because you only got a hand-job,” he added.
Dain handed him three twenties. “You need change?” asked Joey, not sure what to do.
“Not if I can reserve you for six-forty-five tomorrow,” Dain said.
“Okay. I’ll be here,” Joey agreed, hoping to himself that Dain would turn out to be a ‘regular’. He climbed out of the car, and leaned back in to get his supper.
“See you tomorrow, little brother,” Dain smiled.
“Bye,” Joey replied, closing the door and stepping back onto the sidewalk. Dain pulled away, and Joey watched the DeTomaso’s tail-lights until they disappeared around the bend. Dain was special - Joey could sense it - but he wasn’t sure what he felt for him, or why. And the pessimist in him argued that everyone was selfish, and people were only nice on design.
Wednesday dragged for Dain. Auto mechanics didn’t interest him right now, and time seemed to slow down for him. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was “Austin”, bare-chested, smiling at him.
Finally six o’clock arrived. Dain punched out, cleaned up, changed into his street-clothes, and piled into the Pantera. He fired up its 350 horsepower engine and reached Warner Park in record time, arriving at 6:30. He pulled to the curb, lowered the passenger-side window, and searched for “Austin”, terrified that he would never see the boy again. There was a group of four boys standing together under a lamp post, talking.
“Hey, you guys! Check out the Lamborghini!” one of them said, pointing at the DeTomaso.
“That’s not a Lamborghini,” said Joey’s voice. “It’s a DeTomaso Pantera; and he’s mine.”
“Oh yeah?” challenged one boy.
“Says who?” another queried, his tone of voice threatening. Dain opened his door, unfolded himself from inside the cockpit, stood up, and addressed the group.
“Come on, Austin! Let’s hit the road!” he called pleasantly, smiling. Joey grinned at the other boys with an ‘I told you so’ expression, and trotted over to the DeTomaso. He and Dain climbed into the car and closed the doors.
“Miss me?” Dain asked, as they pulled away from the curb. Joey pondered, caught completely off guard by the question.
“Maybe,” Joey decided. “Why? Did you miss me?”
“Yeah. All day,” Dain replied honestly. Joey smiled, his smile a little less perfunctory than usual, and they headed for Longtail Marina. Dain parked, and they walked out to the Scarab.
Joey stood at the controls and tried to imagine what it would be like to drive the 38-foot, four ton race-bred vee-hull. “Ever drive one of these boats?” Dain asked off-handedly, his eyes taking in every curve of Joey’s adorable face.
“I wish,” Joey said, still day-dreaming.
“Well, don’t give up hope,” Dain said.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Joey asked. Dain shrugged, and ducked through the companionway into the cabin below. Joey followed him, still trying to figure out exactly what Dain had meant by his comment.
“How much do you charge for pictures?” Dain asked, producing an old Polaroid camera from a small cupboard.
“Ten bucks each,” Joey replied.
“Deal,” Dain agreed, loading the camera while Joey peeled off his t-shirt. Joey laid his shirt aside and reached for his belt. “Whoa,” Dain ordered.
“What’s wrong?” Joey asked, stumped. Dain pulled a soccer ball out of a closet and tossed it to Joey.
“Tuck that under one arm,” Dain ordered. Joey did as he was told. “Now smile,” Dain urged. Joey frowned, confused. “No, no. Smile. Like this, remember?” Dain coached, giving Joey a large, artificial grin. Joey lost his cool, and smiled at Dain’s ludicrous, exaggerated grin. Dain snapped the picture, the flash-bulb blinding Joey momentarily. The still-blank photo whirred out of the camera. “Okay,” Dain continued. “Ball.” Joey tossed the ball back to Dain, who stowed it in the closet and pulled out a BMX bicycle-racing trophy, which he handed to Joey.
“Next,” Dain teased, aiming. Joey shrugged, held up the trophy, and smiled again. Dain shot the photo, and Joey flinched as the flash flared. Dain put the trophy back and aimed at Joey again.
“Again,” he coached. “This time, put your hands on your hips, and try to look arrogant.” Joey obeyed, and managed to look quite tough. Dain snapped the picture, and added it to the row he was lining up on the counter.
“Same pose,” Dain requested, “This time without clothes.” He watched intently as Joey stripped off the rest of his clothes, to stand before him fully nude.
“Want me to get it stiff?” Joey asked him.
“Not yet. Just smile a little,” Dain instructed. Joey obeyed, smiling just a little as Dain snapped the shot. “Now skin it back until the head comes out,” Dain requested. Joey did as he was told, and Dain watched the boy pull back the foreskin to expose his wet, red glans! “And turn part-way side-ways,” Dain instructed. Joey complied, and Dain snapped the photo.
“Now get it stiff,” Dain asked the boy.
“No problem,” lisped Joey, “It’s doin’ that on its own!” the boy admitted, squeezing his stiffening sausage firmly.
“Same pose,” Dain requested, once Joey was fully erected. Joey complied, and Dain took his picture. “Good! Thanks,” Dain smiled, stowing the camera and scooping up the developing photos. They sat down on the love seat to watch the pictures develop.
“How come you had me keep my pants on for the first three shots?” Joey asked, surprised again by his new customer.
“It’s my nickel, right?” Dain asked. Joey nodded. “Well, these are the pictures I want,” Dain shrugged, as the photos gradually developed. Joey just shook his head in wonder, and studied the pictures. All six came out well, and Dain tacked them up on his little memo-board.
Then Joey watched as Dain took off his own clothes, surprised that he actually wanted to see Dain naked again! Dain’s six-incher was fully erect by the time he had doffed his clothes, and Joey eyed it with interest not entirely faked. Dain dimmed the cabin lights, and they moved forward to the v-berth in the bow again. Joey sat, and Dain sat beside him.
Dain nodded for Joey to lie back, and Joey obeyed, hoping for a re-run of yesterday’s action. He was not disappointed. Dain’s mouth, lips, tongue, and teeth went to work on Joey’s tits again, just like the first time. Joey put aside the fact that he had been hired for this, and allowed himself to actually enjoy the older boy’s skilled labors.
When Dain had sucked both of Joey’s little tits pink and raw, he set to work tongue-washing the boy’s chest and stomach, once again tongue-fucking Joey’s navel.
Joey shivered involuntarily as Dain continued by licking every square millimeter of the sensitive skin of the boy’s smooth, pale groin. Joey found he was already breathing faster than normal as his excitement mounted.
Next the teenagers tongue and lips went to work on Joey’s smooth, velvety scrotum. The boy trembled with lust as his balls and sack were licked and sucked expertly by Dain.
Finally Dain’s tongue began to explore the shaft of Joey’s straining penis. Joey’s lithe body shuddered with pleasure as the older boy’s tongue licked incessantly at the sensitized sheath of Joey’s pecker, smoothly unsheathing and re-sheathing the head with its foreskin as he licked every square millimeter of Joey’s flushed erection. Joey found himself trying to remember ever feeling his penis as HARD as it seemed to be right now. He decided he couldn’t remember ever being so fully erect.
Briefly the pessimistic little voice in his head reminded Joey that he was working, and should not be enjoying himself. Joey wasted no more than a second on this thought, then mentally told the little voice it could ‘Go To Hell!’
Just when Joey thought his patience would run out, Dain’s patience ran out. Joey held his breath as he felt his penis sink slowly into Dain’s hot, wet, suctioning mouth. He was unable to suppress a shudder as all four inches of his erection was engulfed by the older boy’s warm, wet mouth.
Joey felt Dain gently retract his foreskin completely, bunching and holding it against Joey’s belly, fully exposing all the sensitive nerves along the nearly full length of his rigid prick.
Dain sucked gently, and pumped slowly, at first. Joey felt his lust mounting slowly and smoothly, in spite of his burning desire to climax. The boy’s lean, smooth body seemed to have a mind of its own all of a sudden, tremors racing through his tense muscles as his lust deepened; Joey tried to stop the trembling, but quickly gave up in favor of the feelings coming from his aching, throbbing boner as it smoothly pistoned into Dain’s skilled mouth.
Very gradually Dain increased the speed of his pumping, simultaneously increasing his suction as well. Joey squirmed with pleasure as the older boy’s tongue rode directly against the fully exposed ridge of his swollen cock-head.
In very short order, Joey felt his orgasm building rapidly closer to release. He arched his back in anticipation as Dain sucked harder and faster.
Suddenly, just as Joey felt the Point-Of-No-Return begin, Dain suddenly stopped! Joey writhed helplessly in ecstasy as he ALMOST achieved orgasm. He thought for a moment that he was going to cum anyway - but slowly the lust withdrew, leaving him shivering at the brink of release. Joey whimpered softly with pleasure as he ALMOST-orgied, his aching cock oozing pre-cum as it strained for climax, and fell short.
Joey had read on the internet about “almost-orgies”, and did it to himself at times, when he had the luxury of masturbation. But this was the first time he had ever experienced it during a blow-job.
Slowly Joey’s lust retreated back down to “safe” levels, and he began to breathe again, still shivering uncontrollably. Then Dain resumed his sucking, pumping smoothly on the boy’s erection once again. Joey braced himself, and held his breath again as Dain sucked him steadily harder and faster. In less than thirty seconds Joey’s lust was once again rapidly approaching release. And again, just before he reached the Point-Of-No-Return, Dain stopped again! Joey moaned softly as he once again teetered on the very brink of release, almost, but not quite, achieving orgasm, his cock twitching spastically as it ALMOST climaxed again.
When Joey’s lust had receded again, Dain resumed his pumping and sucking yet again, and this time it was barely twenty seconds before Joey felt himself approaching climax again. But, for a third time, Dain stopped, leaving Joey trembling wildly on the verge of release, writhing in the ecstasy of “almost-orgy”! He had never felt anything like this before, and briefly wondered how long he could endure being driven to the brink, without being allowed to cum?
But Joey was distracted from wondering, as Dain began to pump and suck rhythmically once again. Every muscle in the boy’s lithe body was pulled taut as his lust mounted steadily for the fourth time.
He gasped softly as he felt himself approaching the Point-Of-No-Return for the fourth time! He braced himself for another ALMOST .... But this time Dain only sucked harder and faster than ever before! Joey’s body went rigid as he reached, and passed, the Point-Of-No-Return. His penis seemed to virtually explode as it was finally allowed to climax, his thick semen spurting forcefully as his pulsing pecker ejaculated spastically in Dain’s still-suctioning mouth.
Joey whimpered in ecstasy as he shot eight juicy wads of semen into the older boy’s hot, wet mouth. He writhed uncontrollably as Dain’s tongue firmly stroked across the super-sensitive ridge of his fireman’s helmet. Joey squeezed his eyes shut tightly as he seemed to cum forever.
When he finally regained his senses, Dain was still gently sucking Joey’s cock clean and dry as it slowly softened and shrank back into its protective foreskin.
“Good?” asked Dain softly, when he finally released Joey’s now flaccid organ.
“Uhm,” hedged Joey, wondering what to say. Finally he impulsively chose the truth. “The best, really,” he confessed. “I’ve never had an orgasm THAT good before,” he added, almost whispering. Dain smiled warmly, and appeared to be genuinely pleased.
He let Joey recuperate for a minute, then handed him a condom. “How about another one of your super hand-jobs, Austin?” Dain requested gently. Joey found he was so overcome by the force of his climax that he didn’t think he would mind if Dain butt-fucked him instead! But he chose to keep that information to himself, for some reason.
Joey put the condom aside, spit on his hand, and wrapped his fingers around Dain’s swollen six-incher. Dain looked surprised and pleased, at the same time.
Joey went to work, determined to give Dain the very best hand-job of his life. He quickly decided he must be succeeding, as the older boy was soon so hot that he was trembling as hard as Joey had been.
As Dain grew closer and closer to climax, he pulled Joey’s hips toward him and heatedly sucked the boy’s still flaccid organ, loving the taste and feel.
After a smooth, steady build-up, Joey brought the older boy off at last, the teen’s thick sperm splattering his smooth, hairless belly as he trembled in the ecstasy of release. Joey kept stroking until he was sure Dain was done, only then releasing his softening pecker.
“Thanks, Austin,” panted Dain. “That was Great!” the teen lisped, smiling as the boy sat up and stretched. Joey found that he actually WANTED to lean down, and lick up Dain’s spunk - a new and awesome urge - but he was too shy to actually do it, he discovered. He watched with some dismay as Dain mopped up the semen with a dirty pair of briefs.
Joey was rather suddenly and unexpectedly struck by the realization that he actually liked Dain, and the feelings confused him. He looked at the older boy quizzically. “You...,” Joey started softly, but his voice failed him. Dain saved him by leaning over and pulling him into a close, warm embrace. Joey hugged him back without thinking. As he drew back, Joey kissed Dain on the cheek.
“You didn’t have to do that,” Dain whispered.
“I know,” Joey said. Dain looked at Joey and smiled.
“So what do you want for supper?” Dain asked, standing up and switching the lights on ‘high’ before opening a cupboard. Joey looked up, surprised. “Supper? I, uh....well,” Joey stammered.
“You haven’t had supper yet, right?” Dain asked.
“Well, No, but I...” Joey started.
“Then you’re eating with me,” Dain stated firmly. Joey still looked unsure, clearly worrying about missing out on other paying customers while he lounged around eating. “It’s my twenty-five bucks an hour, remember? The customer is always right, huh?”
Joey sighed, smiled, and nodded. Nobody had ever paid him to have supper with them before, either. “What’s on the menu?” he asked, standing up and joining Dain at the cupboard.
“Any flavor of Burger Helper you desire,” Dain grinned. Joey selected Cheeseburger Macaroni, and Dain removed a pound of thawed hamburger from the small fridge. “You’re welcome to find something on the stereo, if you want,” Dain offered.
“Thanks,” Joey said, switching on the compact JVC component system as he studied the rack of CDs mounted just above the receiver. Once the meal was simmering, Dain joined Joey beside the stereo, putting his arm over Joey’s shoulders. Joey responded in kind, and they listened to one of Dain’s discs, arm in arm. Normally he would have put at least his underpants back on by now - but Dain wasn’t putting his on, and surprisingly Joey felt comfortable with being nude around him - for some reason that he chose not to think about just now.
Soon the food was ready, and Dain served up a heaping plate-full for each of them. Joey realized it had been a very long time since he tasted non-restaurant food, and suddenly felt very grateful that Dain was making him stay and eat with him. In spite of his appetite, Joey wondered if he would be able to finish. Soon their plates were empty, and Dain produced a pint of chocolate ice-cream, which together they consumed in its entirety.
They leaned back, extremely full, and relaxed, arm in arm again, listening to Dain’s new Rammstein album. Joey concluded that he really liked simply cuddling, and even rested his head on Dain’s shoulder after a few songs. Dain seemed very pleased with this, and laid his cheek against the top of Joey’s head.
The CD ended at about 9:45, and they stood up, yawning and stretching contentedly. “I guess I’d better get going,” Joey sighed, as he noticed the clock.
“Yes, I suppose so,” Dain agreed reluctantly. He opened a narrow cupboard, reached in, and pulled out a T-shirt. It was silk-screened with the Wellcraft logo and name on the front, and the Scarab name and logo on the back. Smiling, Dain handed it to Joey.
“What’s this?” Joey asked, caught off guard.
“It’s called a T-shirt. You wear it when it’s chilly,” Dain teased. “Your old one is just about shot.”
“You’re giving this to me?” Joey asked.
“Not really - I’m trading it for your old one,” Dain shrugged.
“Or you call it a tip, if you would rather.” He scooped up Joey’s old, dirty shirt and tucked it away in a hidey-hole before the boy could argue.
“Uh - Thanks,” Joey smiled, donning the shirt. “It’s really cool, with the Scarab and all on it,” Joey added. Dain smiled and pulled on his own shirt. Joey noticed at once that Dain’s shirt was exactly the same as his, only larger.
“You’re welcome,” Dain added, scooping up his keys. They walked out to the car and were soon headed toward the park. The drive was short, and they were soon parked alongside the edge of the drive. “Three hours, plus six photos, is about ... hmmm ... a hundred-an-thirty-five bucks,” Dain figured, digging seven twenties out of his wallet, and handing the cash to Joey.
Joey opened his door, then paused. He leaned across the center console impulsively and quickly kissed Dain on the cheek. Dain smiled warmly, and kissed him back, his hand gently caressing the long, soft hair at the back of Joey’s head. “See you tomorrow?” the young man asked hopefully.
“I’ll wait for you - I promise,” Joey replied, before closing his door. “See ya.”
“Good night,” replied Dain, before pulling away from the curb. The little black car soon vanished into the darkness. Joey felt both happy and sad. Happy that he was able to be with Dain, instead of the old, rough men he usually serviced. Sad that Dain wasn’t really his brother.
Thursday was as slow as Wednesday for Dain, who was rebuilding a 3.0 liter Porsche engine for one of Don’s customers. It seemed like forever before the clock finally said six o’clock. Dain tidied up the shop, cleaned himself up, changed clothes, locked up, and vaulted into the DeTomaso. He blasted out of the parking lot at full throttle and arrived at Warner Park a minute before seven.
His fears were ungrounded. Joey was leaning against his lamp-post, watching the DeTomaso. He trotted to the curb as Dain pulled up and stopped. “Busy day?” Joey asked, piling in blithely.
“I had to close,” Dain explained
“I was getting worried,” Joey admitted. “I thought maybe you weren’t coming.”
“That’s one thing you don’t have to worry about,” Dain assured him, as they pulled out into traffic. Joey sighed mentally, and then scolded himself for actually caring about a customer...but then, maybe Dain really was special, he wondered.
They soon reached the marina, and walked out to the Scarab. They climbed into the cockpit, where Dain searched for the key to the companionway.
“Ummm - Dain?” Joey asked timidly.
“Ummm – what, Austin?” Dain teased, turning to face him.
“Would you show me the engines?” Joey asked, before he lost his nerve.
“Sure,” Dain smiled, selecting a different key. He inserted the key into the dash, and switched it to the accessory position. He depressed a switch, and the large rectangular hatch cover whined slowly open on its hydraulic cylinder. Twin 455 cubic inch Oldsmobile marine-conversion V-8s crouched in the gloom. Cast aluminum water-cooled exhausts glowed in the pale orange light of the dock-lights. Two shiny Edelbrock 4-barrell carburetors sat atop each Weiand supercharger, one on each engine.
“Holy shit!” Joey said softly, touching the cool metal of one of the superchargers.
“One thousand five-hundred fifty horses, with the blowers running,” Dain quoted. “But the fuel economy sucks!”
“This thing must FLY,” Joey muttered, as Dain closed the hatches again.
“I’ve had it up to seventy-five knots,” Dain informed him, as they went below. “But I’ve never had it wide open.”
“Where’s the other two pictures?” Joey asked, pointing at the memo board, which now contained only four photos.
“One is in my wallet,” Dain explained. “And the other is taped to the lid of my toolbox, down at Don’s,” Dain finished, dropping his shirt on the tiny table.
“Don’s V.W. shop?” Joey asked, taking off his shirt, too. “You work there?”
“Yup. I do engines, transaxles, and electrical,” Dain explained, as they continued to remove clothing. When they were both naked, Dain turned down the lights, and followed Joey to the v-berth in the bow again. They sat down, and Dain gently fondled Joey’s already stiffened penis eagerly.
“So tell me, Austin,” whispered Dain. “Did you like the way I did you last night?”
“Oh, yes,” lisped Joey. “That was awesome!”
“Want me to do you that way again tonight?” Dain asked.
“Please, yes,” Joey nodded nervously. “Only....”
“Only - what?” Dain pried gently.
“Nothin,” Joey said, shaking his head.
“Tell me - please?” Dain asked sincerely.
“Well, alright,” Joey agreed, remembering Dain was a paying customer. “I - I’d really like it if you did me to more of those ALMOSTS than you did last night,” the boy admitted. “Three of ‘em were great, so MORE would be excellent.” Joey smiled sickly. “But that’s selfish, ‘cause you only make me give you a hand job after you do me,” Joey pointed out glumly.
“Austin, I like doing you,” Dain reminded him. “If I didn’t, why would I pay you to let me do you?” Joey looked up into Dain’s eyes and saw only love and concern there. “I WANT you to enjoy this,” Dain added softly. “So I want you to let me know what will make you happy. Okay? Remember - the customer is always right, eh?” Dain teased. Joey somehow knew Dain was not jerking him around, and he smiled, nodding.
“Uhm, okay,” Joey pondered. “Then I would like - uhm -say - Nine ALMOSTS? and make me cum on the tenth? Please?”
“Your wish is my command, Austin!” Dain smiled, gently pushing the boy down onto his back on the sheets. Joey shivered in anticipation as Dain went to work on the boy’s left tit, sucking and nibbling on it hungrily.
Joey could hardly believe that this young man really seemed to want him to enjoy himself. He had never had a “John” before who was interested in anything past his own wants and desires; the mentality being, “the boy is getting cash money, so it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t enjoy himself.” Dain, however, seemed genuinely concerned: and so far he had over-paid Joey every time. Plus the free food, Joey reminded himself. Eventually he gave up on thinking, and concentrated on enjoying the wonderful feelings being generated by the things Dain was doing to him.
Dain stuck to his usual routine until he finally took all four inches of Joey’s rock-hard into his mouth and went to work in earnest. The first new twist Joey noticed was a cyclical change in the speed and depth of Dain’s pumping. For a while he would go fairly fast and relatively shallow: then he would go very deep, and rather slowly, for a while. Joey found the changes made him even hornier than last night.
The second new tactic appeared when Dain was in the slow and deep phase. He would suddenly stop, with every millimeter of Joey’s swollen cock in his mouth, and then try to SWALLOW it. Joey found the feeling of Dain’s throat constricting around the head of his penis to be absolutely fantastic.
Then Joey noticed that Dain was also varying the amount of suction; sometimes sucking harder, other times easing off. This also served to raise Joey’s level of arousal to new and wonderful heights. Never before had Joey had a blow-job as good as this one was turning out to be.
Soon Joey was so horny he could hardly wait for climax. Somehow Dain sensed this, and in half a minute Joey found himself trembling uncontrollably as he reached his first ALMOST- orgy. He held his breath, arching his back in ecstasy as he ALMOST climaxed.
As soon as he had calmed down enough to catch his breath, Dain went to work on him again, skillfully porking Joey’s aching boner again. Rapidly Joey’s lust mounted closer and closer to release, his lean body glistening with sweat as he felt his excitement building once again. Less than a minute later Joey shuddered wildly as he reached his second ALMOST-orgy. He squeezed his eyes shut in ecstasy as he hovered on the brink of ejaculation, so close to cumming he could barely stand it.
Over and over and over again, Dain carefully sucked Joey to the ragged edge of orgasm - without actually allowing him to climax. Joey shivered, gasped, shuddered, whimpered, trembled, or whined each time he ALMOST came! Somewhere around the fourth or fifth one, he lost count, his senses overloaded by repeatedly ALMOST-orgying.
Pretty soon Joey began to seriously consider begging for orgasm, as he didn’t think he could stand it much longer. But he didn’t have to, as this time Dain didn’t stop. Joey’s lithe, lean body convulsed in ecstasy as Dain finally allowed him to achieve orgasm. Joey’s swollen cock throbbed spastically as it pumped the boy’s thick semen forcefully into the teenager’s suctioning mouth. For a little while the world went away, and for Joey there was only the ecstasy of orgasm.
Gradually Joey’s ecstasy faded, and he slowly recovered, panting raggedly as he looked down to watch Dain sucking the dregs from his flushed, softening penis. As it softened, Joey’s peter retreated back inside its foreskin.
“Damn,” sighed Joey. “I ain’t NEVER cum like THAT before,” the boy admitted hoarsely. “Thank you,” he added.
“My pleasure,” smiled Dain honestly.
“Now lie back, and let me get YOU off,” Joey suggested, groping Dain’s six-incher with interest. Dain obeyed, and Joey began to smoothly stroke Dain’s swelling hardon rhythmically. Dain gently fondled Joey’s limp penis and ample foreskin as the boy steadily masturbated him closer and closer to orgasm.
Joey worked very hard to make Dain’s hand-job the best ever, spitting often to keep the older boy’s circumcised shaft wet and slippery. He felt a great sense of satisfaction when Dain finally climaxed, his spurting penis launching his semen several inches up his belly, as he shuddered with pleasure. Joey realized he was enjoying the act of pleasuring Dain, and he could not remember ever having enjoyed masturbating another person before. Once again he could not deny that this young man was special to him, in a way no other had ever been.
Dain was overwhelmed with his climax also, and kept his eyes on Joey’s adorable face through the whole experience. As he slowly calmed down in the aftermath, he thought he could see a whole series of emotions chasing through the boy’s soft, china -blue eyes, although it could have been his imagination.
Joey watched Dain smile at him afterwards, and could see nothing but adoration in the older boy’s eyes. He suddenly knew that he was not finished yet. Without really stopping to think it over, Joey shot Dain a sly smile; then leaned down, opened his mouth, and deliberately lapped up Dain’s still-warm spunk luxuriously.
Dain was totally unprepared for this turn of events, and almost flinched when the boy’s tongue met the skin of his belly. But his joy was so great that all he could do was stare lovingly as Joey licked his stomach clean and dry.
Joey had swallowed numerous cum-loads in his career, some worse than others. He had never actually disliked doing it, however he had never actually enjoyed it, either: until now. For reasons that still escaped him, Joey wanted, actually needed, to swallow Dain’s semen. It seemed much, much better than any other he had tasted, and he licked it up eagerly, savoring its flavor hungrily. He wondered why he had never felt like this before, but the obvious answer was a little too scary for him to accept, so he put it out of his mind and simply enjoyed what he was doing.
All too soon, Dain’s belly was clean and dry, and Joey had to sit up again, panting a little. His eyes met Dain’s, and he suddenly wondered how Dain would react to his taking the initiative. Any fear he had was vanquished when he saw the look on the older boy’s face, and in his eyes.
Dain put his arm around Joey and gently but firmly pulled him up to where they were face to face. Then he put both arms around the boy and pulled him close.
Joey willingly put his arms around Dain, and snuggled his body up against Dain’s, his heart fluttering as their skin pressed together. Never before had a mere embrace felt so good to him!
“Austin,” whispered Dain softly, his lips touching the boy’s left ear. “You didn’t have to do that,” he pointed out gently.
“I just wanted to,” Joey admitted lamely, loving the sensation of Dain’s lips on his earlobe. “It’s okay, isn’t it?” he asked, concern creeping into his voice. Dain hugged him tighter, and Joey hugged back, instantly knowing it was in fact okay.
“Of course it’s okay,” Dain whispered. “It was wonderful, Austin. But only if you did it because you wanted to. You didn’t do it just because you thought I wanted you to?” he asked hopefully.
Joey couldn’t believe how good it felt to feel Dain’s lips brushing his earlobe as the older boy whispered, and he tried to get his body even closer to Dain’s as he replied. “I hoped you’d like it,” Joey confessed softly. “But I did it because I wanted to. Honest.”
“Thank you, Austin,” Dain whispered softly. “You are so wonderful,” he added, before his voice cracked. Joey just hugged him harder, nuzzling his face into Dain’s thick, sweet smelling hair. He found Dain’s earlobe, and gently teased it with his lips, teeth, and tongue, returning the pleasure he had received.
Dain wanted desperately to tell the boy the truth – that he loved him totally and unconditionally! But he was terrified of scaring the boy away, and was sure that a sudden confession like that would undoubtedly do exactly that. But it hurt so much, to Love so completely, without being able to share it with the one he loved.
Joey knew that something was happening to him - something that had never happened before. He knew that he cared about Dain - cared far too much - and that he was no longer in control of himself. But as terrifying as this realization was, he knew without a doubt that he didn’t want it to stop, even though he also knew it was dangerous for him to let his emotions have so much control over him. He felt pulled in two opposite directions, and was not at all sure which way he should go, nor which way he wanted to go. But he did know that being in Dain’s arms was the closest thing he had ever felt to Heaven, and that he didn’t want it to end.
They lay that way for a long time, probably fifteen or twenty minutes. But they both knew it couldn’t last forever. “Austin, I don’t want to let go of you,” Dain admitted. “But if I don’t go pee, I think my bladder is gonna’ explode!”
The image of Dain’s bladder exploding was too much for Joey, and he giggled out-loud, breaking the tension for both of them. They eased apart, sitting up as they did so.
“I gotta’ whiz, too,” Joey announced bravely, as Dain got to his feet. Dain grinned, took the boy’s hand, and led him back to the miniature bathroom at the rear of the cabin.
They squeezed into the tiny stall together and aimed their flaccid tools at the small bowl. Both of them grinned childishly at the other as they peed in unison, criss-crossing the streams like seven-year-olds! Joey ran out of ammo first, and shook off the last drops as Dain watched. “I win!” Joey announced proudly, as if it had been a race.
“Yeah, but I get the blue ribbon for QUANTITY !” Dain declared, chuckling with amusement at their mutual immaturity.
Dain finally ran dry too, and shook off the last drop before flushing the marine toilet. With this chore complete, they squeezed back out into the cabin and stretched luxuriously. As he stretched, Joey pondered the merits of asking his question. Bravely, he decided to go for it. “So what’s for supper?” Joey asked nervously, almost wishing he hadn’t taken the initiative.
“How about a couple frozen pizzas?” Dain smiled warmly, his eyes twinkling as he regarded Joey.
“Shouldn’t we cook ‘em first?” Joey asked, relieved to sense that Dain was pleased that he had invited himself to stay and eat with him again.
“Why?” asked Dain mischievously. “Then they lose that crunch!” he added, faking a punch at Joey’s shoulder. Joey almost flinched; but somehow he instinctively knew that Dain would never deliberately hurt him. They laughed, and Joey turned on the stereo while Dain slid the pizzas into the oven.
Dain didn’t put his shorts back on, Joey observed, so he didn’t put his on, either. He still found it amazing that he could feel so totally at ease being nude with Dain, but he was getting to a point where nothing surprised him any more.
Dain decided he wouldn’t put his shorts on until Joey did, as he loved watching the boy’s body as he moved. His body was the most beautiful thing Dain had ever seen, and beauty wasn’t meant to be hidden, he reasoned. “While those cook, you want to watch some Tee Vee ?” Dain asked his boy, joining him at the stereo.
“Is there anything good on?” Joey wondered. Dain found the T.V. Guide, and read off the list of programs already in progress on the channels that he subscribed to.
“Looks like ‘Spy Kids Two’ is the only thing on that doesn’t suck,” Dain decided finally.
“Sounds good to me,” Joey agreed readily, trying to recall the last time he had enjoyed the luxury of curling up on a couch to watch a movie while dinner cooked.
Dain found the remote control and flopped down on the love seat, across from the 27-inch television set. He looked up at Joey, and held his arm out invitingly. Joey needed no further invitation, willingly sitting beside the older boy, arm in arm, cuddling contentedly. Both of them tried to pay attention to the movie, but both were enjoying being close to the other most of all.
When the pizzas were ready, Dain cut each of them into eight slices. “You load your plate first,” he told Joey, handing the boy one of the two plates he was holding.
“Thanks!” blushed Joey, selecting four slices of each variety Dain had cooked. Dain loaded the remainder onto his own plate.
“What flavor of soda do you want?” Dain asked Joey. “We’ve got Pepsi, Sprite, Coke, or root-beer,” he added.
“I’ll have whatever you have,” Joey offered.
“Which one do you like the best?” Dain asked him, refusing to give up. Joey realized that Dain wanted to know which one he preferred, which flattered him further.
“Uhm, . . . I like Pepsi the best,” Joey confessed.
“Would you like a glass, with ice? Or can we just share from the bottle?” Dain offered.
Joey thought about drinking from the same bottle as Dain, and found that the idea thrilled him! “Let’s just share from the bottle,” he replied, trying to act nonchalant. Dain got the two-liter bottle of Pepsi Cola from the small fridge and joined Joey on the love seat again.
They ate, drank, and watched the movie, each of them stealing glances at the other the entire time. As both were hoping, neither of them wiped off the mouth of the bottle before or after drinking.
When they had finished off the pizza, Dain stowed the plates in the sink, and returned to cuddle with Joey while they watched the rest of the movie.
All too soon the end credits rolled, and Joey loosed a giant yawn. “Guess we better call it a night,” Joey groaned, unhappy that their time together was already over.
“I suppose, since I have to get up at the butt-crack of dawn and go to work,” Dain agreed reluctantly, standing up and pulling Joey to his feet with one hand.
They located their clothes, and watched each other get dressed. Dain pocketed his wallet and keys, and they went up on deck. He locked up the boat, and helped Joey up onto the dock.
They walked to the parking lot, and folded themselves into the cramped cockpit of the DeTomaso. Dain fired up the big vee-eight, and deftly guided the sleek black car through the equally black night.
A few minutes later they rolled to a stop at the curb in Warner Park. Joey looked at Dain longingly, then abruptly leaned over the center console and kissed him quickly on the mouth. He slid out quickly, blushing, almost ashamed. Dain held out eighty dollars. Joey accepted the money, then gave him back a ten spot. He could tell that Dain was going to say something about the partial refund, so he spoke first.
“For my share of supper,” Joey explained, before Dain could object. Dain sighed and smiled warmly.
“Fair enough,” Dain nodded. “See you tomorrow?”
“Count on it,” Joey grinned. “Thanks for everything.” he added, closing the door. Dain smiled, waved, and the car vanished into the night once again.
Joey found himself wishing he was still in the car with Dain. Or, better yet, asleep in the Scarab, in Dain’s arms.
Of course, Dain was wishing the same thing: but both boys were afraid to make the first move, for fear of messing up their present relationship.
End of part one – Tune in next month for the exiting conclusion!
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