If Truth be Told

I have spent some time re-reading things I’ve posted. First was ‘Dirt Road Main Street’. I enjoyed writing it and reading again. I went back to when, ‘I was Seventeen’, that too was something that came out of me because of a conversation I happened to overhear.

I read back over, ‘Chris’, as well as, ‘Just A Glance’. ‘Something Different’, took a little longer as did, ‘The Start’. I did enjoy, ‘One Little Thing’, along with, ‘Taking A Hard Right’. I am prolific, if I say so, myself. 

RJC. 

I walked to him still looking at me with a glair. I smiled, grabbed his wrists and arms as they came up. I dropped his arms over my shoulders, took his waist with both hands, pulling our fronts together. He softened the look, arms pulling me forward, and we kissed.

I was taller, his part filling with blood, and pushing at my balls. I leaned back, smiled at the thought, then bent down taking him over my shoulder. He didn’t like that one-little-bit, the sting of his hand on my ass made me laugh taking the stairs two at a time; Allen over my shoulder.

I dropped him on the floor in his room and the palms of his hands hit me in the chest; hard. “Do you even know how emasculating that is? You throwing me over your shoulder, like I’m some little b-i-t-c-h.”

“Fuck, Allen. That hurt… Wait, What?” I didn’t get this.

“I am not some ragdoll for bronzed- hunk Addam; you’re trying to make me feel like a girl, aren’t you?” and he drove his shoulder into my gut.

I was bent over now as Allen grabbed my legs then stood with me on his shoulder. After a few seconds, he said “oh fuck” and started moving forwards.

“Oh Fuck,” I mumbled as we both started falling. I can honestly say this had never happened before to me. Ok, on a guy’s shoulder then the floor.

In wrestling, this would have been the reverse body slam. Me, with my shoulders driving into the floor, him cuming down on me. It had robbed all the air I held and I struggled to get a breath, Allen on top of me. He rolled over looking at me upside down, hand reaching for his back, and I was gagging for a little bit of air.

“I think I pressed a disk. Are you ok?” he asked.

I took inventory, air now accepted into my lungs. Oh, my fuckin neck, my shoulders, oh, and my fuckin back. “I’m good. You think I’m a hunk?”

He crawled to his bed on hands and knees, moans filling the room. I rolled; what a sight. He was bent over his bed, face on the blankets, naked ass on display, and he didn’t even know. I wanted to move, got up on my knees moving my head from side to side, bear-hugged myself, and let out a little moan of my own.

“See what you went and made me do?” he asked over his shoulder as I was knee walking up behind him.

“Wait. What?” I couldn’t help it.

“How do you like it? How does it feel.” Now I was getting that look again. That-Fuckin-Allen look, like he was right.

“How the fuck does what feel? And It’s not my fault when you decide to bite off a little more than you can chew. I was good till you dropped me.” He just shook his head resting it back on the bed.

My need to stick my tongue in his ass was dwindling. “How does it feel; feeling like a bitch?” He asked still on his knees.

I know my mouth was moving to form at least one word that was flooding my brain, “What?” I asked feeling redundant.

He shook his head laying it back down on the blankets. My need to tongue his ass came back in a flash. This was something I’d never done, never even gave a thought, in a moment of weakness I did it. My hands covered his smaller cheeks, pushed them apart and I dove in; not one ounce of hesitation.

Boy did that get a reaction. First was his shock stiffening, a moan, and then a hand came around my head pulling and pushing up and down. That hurt, but I didn’t care.

My mouth watered as the tongue belonging to me pushed into my best friend’s ass. I gave no second thought, smell, and taste, I didn’t fuckin care. Little Addam was like a-diamond-cutter, harder than it had ever been before. Now that’s saying something, and I knew if I didn’t stop now, I’d rape my, well, my boyfriend.

I reared back on my honchos knowing I didn’t have the strength. I looked at his dripping ass wondering if I was doing the right thing, letting my spit go to waste, the way it winked at me. I just fell over on my side then back.

For Allen, it was like an eight-point maneuver till his head was under my chin again. “I expect you to return the favor,” I told him knowing I could have never started something, let alone finish it.

“Wait. What” He questioned never lifting his head.

“What-What???” I asked back trying to lift my own head.

“I just. I mean, I always thought when. I just never thought.” And he twirled a finger around my nipple. Now that’s, just, mean, if you ask me.

“I think your Dads’ right.” And he knew; it made me chuckle.

Now he pinched my nipple. I smiled as my brain was flooded with thoughts. “Allen? You talked about how emasculating you thought it was when I picked you up, brought you up here. You thought you would always be the one?” And he nodded on my chest.

“If I made you think that, I’m sorry.” I was really sorry.

“I will give you, and you will give me. Don’t ever think for one minute, not even a second, that I don’t want to have you looking down on me taking your offering inside my body.” He tried to move.

“If I wanted a bitch, if I wanted anybody it would be the hot stud that picked me up then dropped me.”

“I’m sorry Addy.”

“For what?”

“I think I broke my fuckin back.” He admitted.

Again there are times when you should think it out before your mouth opens. “So, you emasculated yourself, methinks?” That got a serious nipple twister.” And what the hell is, ‘methinks’?

“We need a shower, methinks,” I told him. It took fifteen minutes before we turned the water on.

That’s how long it took us to crawl fifteen feet, five meters. Another minute or two and we were face to face, under the water, me standing pulling him up. It’s amazing what hot water can do. He just kept saying, "I’m sorry".

We managed dressing, shoes we did for each other. We both thought about our favorite jeans downstairs but he threw me another pair; his second favorite. I mean it was comical if laughing didn’t hurt so much. We skipped the underwear.

Two guys, our age, using the handrail cuming down the stairs one at a time, then another flight to the ground floor. It took us five minutes to get into his car. Half of that was Allen realizing he couldn’t drive his clutch. We walked in at 12:30.

“Where are your Father’s?” they asked at the same time. God, I hate that fuckin mother nod.

We gingerly sat with our moms, picked at what was on the bar, our Mom’s looking at us. Our poor dads staggered in.

“Honey? You know they make Bloody Marys’ with Tequila? They call them, Bloody Marias.” and both of them started giggling.

For us, it was painful to laugh, and the looks our, Mom’s had, was priceless. We’d been the recipient of those looks before, how we felt shamed didn’t affect our Dad’s the same way. Allen squinted in pained laughter.

“Honey? You got to try one,” And his Dad went to the bar with my Dad in tow.

Ice, tall glassed, Tequila-times-two, Bloody Mary mix, olives, asparagus, and a slice of bacon. “You got to try this,” our Dad’s said, handing our Mom’s drinks.

“The boys have been here, for like an hour; oh that’s good.” She fucking lied; we’d been there like five minutes. But maybe the drink was good, and my mom stood.

Now she was the one in charge, “How much have you two had to drink?” She asked putting the skillet on the stove like it was my Dad’s head.

“Well, baby. I mean, Ron bought the first, and I bought the second, Baby. Four.” His dad said.

This was like, I don’t know what it was like. Our Dads were being talked down to, these man-children, whimpering as we did as kids. I mean it really did hurt to laugh.

“You guys do know that one and one is two? I think he’s losing more brain cells every day, Allen” And I looked at him. Now that was fuckin funny right there.

Allen grabbed his back. “Allen? What’s wrong?” his Mom asked.

“What?” His Dad asked.

“Swear to God, Addam. If you hurt him, I will take you over my knee right now.” My Mom told me for the second time in as many days.

It hurt so…fucking, bad, to laugh. I mean between my neck and shoulders. Allen reaching for his back, our fuckin parents; Thanks to our Dad’s.

“Here honey.” Came round two; both said, forgetting about us; they said that at the same time making our Moms suck on a bigger straw. OK. Close my eyes and just go la-la.

It seemed to be getting better; my neck and shoulders, as long as I didn’t move. Allen? I think he might have really hurt himself. He didn’t move much, seemed like it hurt sitting in the chair, and my Mom looked at me.

“You better not have hurt him.” Oh, my, fuckin, God, how that pissed me off.

“Tell her you’re ok, Ally.” It was all I had.

“He didn’t hurt me; it was self-inflicted. Addam doesn’t have the balls to hurt me.” And he smiled at me.

I had no idea how many our Dads’, had had. But Moms were working on their strong seconds. More bacon, hash browns, and eggs as they laughed between each other.

“Oh, shit, I forget the pancakes,” His Mom said smacking her head. Again; that was fuckin funny.

The straw sluts, sucked, laughing. I was in so…much fuckin pain now, didn’t know if I could stand. Allen rested his head next to mine, “It’s ok. It’s ok.” He told me.

We did eat brunch, supplied by four Scrooge’s, our Dads were fuckin sloshed. But, full Bloody, whatever’s? The drinks sat in front of everybody but us. Wait, What?

It was an awesome brunch, I was starting to feel a little better again, maybe too good. I pulled out a fuckin joint.

A bic to the end, flame, and as I looked at our parents I blew it out handing it to Ally. The way he looked at me, like, really? But he took my offering.

I didn’t know if our parents smoked, had never really even thought about it. Stupid, fuckin, me. I held it to his lips, watched him suck, his fuckin eyes. I passed it, to who, I have no fucking idea, and I fed him another piece of bacon rolled in a pancake.

I was lost in his lips, eyes, and the bacon he ate around a smile. “I’m so… fuckin sorry, Addy.”

“Did you hit my boy???” That was my Mom asking if he’d hit me.

“He didn’t hit me, Mom. We’re just trying to work some shit out. I can take him, don’t worry,” and his hand came to my chest pushing back till I was on the ground in the chair.

Think. Think, dumb ass, before you open your flap hole. I was on my back, still on the barstool. Allen was standing over me and I swiped his ankles. Now we were face to face with our Moms pulling us apart.

Our Dads were laughing, uncontrollably. We realized but didn’t. We came to rest, mom’s dragging us, I reached pulling his face to my lips. I kissed him.

I, ah, kissed him, in front of our parents. Allen wilted next to me, our kiss on the floor, he returned it with our parents watching. I fuckin kissed him. Pulled his shirt up and stuck my hand down his shorts, my hands were on fire. His fuckin skin.

“You love me?” He asked knowing the answer.

“Really? You have some nerve to ask me a question like that???”

“Pull your pants up, boy.” His dad said to him.

“Get up off the floor, Addam.” My dad said to me.

“Would if I could,” and rolled to my back.

“I’m sorry, Addy. You got to stop pissing me off.”

“Allen? We don’t need to see your wiener.” His mom said giggling.

Now that was just, fuckin, funny, right there. Both of us were on the floor, laughter was pain beyond description, I stretched, Allen moved into the fetal position.

Twenty minutes later guys loaded him on a gurney and he was rolled into an Aid Car. Somehow this was my fault.

He got a shot before we got there, he actually looked happy and pain-free. With headphones on he didn’t know I was next to him, “Smile an everlasting smile; Your smile can bring you near to me. Don’t ever let me find you gone, because that would bring a tear to me.” And he smiled a pain-free smile with his eyes closed.

It was all I could do; try and hold back tears that flowed in spite of how hard I tried.

“This world has lost its glory, let’s start a brand new story, now, my love. Right now there’ll be no other time, and I can show you how, my love.” He belted it out opening his eyes with a smile not knowing I was there.

He looked at me as doctors and his parents talked behind us. “He needs surgery. L four and five, we can fuse them but,”

“But what?” I asked turning away from him.

“This world has lost its glory, Addam. Let’s start a brand new story, now, my love. Right now, there’ll be no other time, and I can show you how, my love.” He tried.

The next shot was too much for him. I took his headphones off; it was like he was dead; so out of it.

Hours passed, Allen after was pain I never ever wanted to see in him and never thought of. He now had a fore-inch scar up his spine. He had a hard time cuming out of anesthesia. I was a wreck. It had been a day and he hadn’t woken up.

With Air Pods in I sang walking to his room for the tenth time. “Oh, my love, my Allen, I’m hungry for your touch.” I had gotten a shot too.

“And time goes by so slowly, and time can do so much.” I was stoned.

Prolog:

After months of Therapy, both boys were back at it. Addam could but the stress of actual sex was out of the question for Allen, but blowjobs were abundant. There would be no emasculating moves, well, other than in bed. Mindy wrangled herself a football player that seemed to fill her need for something warm and big.

Cindy moved on to another girl and the guys saw her from time to time. The boy’s parents seemed to visit every week or so and always left with some pre-rolls. The wedding was great and ten years flew by as did the next ten.

Addam and Allen stayed in the small town going to Community Collage together, started a small business after, and only a few times did Addam bust heads. In a way, they opened eyes, were accepted, and the parties they threw were attended by most.

FYA:

When I start something I see it as a one-off; a bunch of words to get you off and make me feel good writing. I failed yet again because we found nine chapters and over fifty thousand words. As I’ve said, I hope you didn’t find this a waste of time; time, you can never get back.

I watched a movie years ago; Justin Timberlake. You bought time. Would you buy time to read this? I take responsibility for what I write but I cannot take on the responsibility of those who read.

I do what most don’t; I think I am the only one because of my situation. When you are close to the top on this site it shows how many readers and the votes. I receive a ton of emails that aren’t counted. Many are from those the age of my grandson, Kids; not others my age.

For us who write, guys who write and post on GD; it may not even dawn on the readers. Boys as young as twelve are on this site. Just think about that for a minute, readers. It could be your kid or grandkids. It’s not just boys.

I have said before; it’s not just boys. Sorry, Dad’s, of girls. I can tell you over the last few years my email has been on fire. Yes, Boys and girls want answers, things beyond their young minds to think. But girls want to know what boys are doing too and that's why they read.

‘OK, Dad’. What is your kid, or kids, doing right now as you read this? What about your wife or the mother of your child, or children, doing? I tell all of you to step back.

I have been writing for a while, like before ‘The Bug’, before writers cared about the audience; the readers. I have been an auditee from day one. Skate or RJC; I don’t fit in a mold. For Christ's sake; my grandson has read everything I’ve shared with you.

For guys like me or other Authors; putting a story to bed, saying good-night for the last time, is sad and rewarding at the same time.

I don’t know what drives me and others to spend hours, days, weeks, and sometimes longer writing. First is the draft; when talking fiction. For me, some things set me off.

It could be the suicide of a kid, a school shooting, even something as simple as lyrics in a song. I hope you walk away and go about your day, think about; ‘If Truth Be Told’, and may you see things you never bothered to look at. RJC.