Pride, Prejudice, and Porn

Part 7

After dinner I got Jamie to come up to my room. I had spent the meal trying my best not to yell at the Twits about being such sluts with the Marines. There was lots to talk about with Jamie and I was worried it was going to be difficult because I was in such a conflicted mood. 

“Jamie, we’ve gotta talk. There’s so much going on and I’m not close to understanding all of it!”

“I know, Izzy. I’m sorry I haven’t been spending as much time with you as I should. You’re not just my brother, you’re my best friend and you deserve more from me. But my head is in a complete uproar since I met Chuck! I’m so crazy about him, and I hate every minute I’m not spending with him!”

“It’s OK, Jamie. I haven’t experienced what you’re feeling now, but I sure hope it happens to me, too. You know how happy I am for you, don’t you? You and Chuck are just so good together!”

Jamie blushed deeply. “Thanks, Izzy. You know me, I’ve never been the kind who falls in love, or even lust, with just anyone. This is the first time I’ve ever felt this way about someone.”

“I know, Jamie. That’s one of the reasons I love you so much. I know you’re sensible, and this is new for you. But you are such a good person, and I’m so happy you’ve met someone who’s worthy of you! And vice-versa. I can’t tell you how much I like Chuck. He’s such a sweet, kind guy. Just like you! It makes me feel good when I see you two together, being happy!”

“Thanks, Izzy. I hope you meet someone soon who makes you as happy!”

I smiled wanly. “I hope so, too, but I’ll have to be happy shifting for myself. I know I can get laid pretty easily if I want that, but finding the perfect guy to spend the rest of my life with isn’t going to be easy. I’m so picky! And anyone I’d really want will be picky, too, I’m sure. The odds of both of us thinking that each of us is perfect are worse than for winning the MegaMillions!” 

“The day will come, Izzy. I’m sure of it.”

“Jamie, there’s so much to talk about I don’t know where to begin. But I had a really strange conversation this afternoon when I was in town babysitting the Twits.” I told Jamie what Wickman had told me about his relationship to Darcy. “Jamie, how well do you think Chuck really knows Darcy? Do you think he knows anything about what happened with Wickman?”

“I don’t know, Izzy. I know he’s been friends with Fitz for a long time, but we haven’t talked much about him. Our heads have been pretty full of other things, as I’m sure you’ve noticed.” 

“I know, Jamie. But there’s stuff going on and I can’t figure it all out. I just don’t want you getting hurt by any of it!” 

“Stuff? What stuff?”

“Well, I guess I need to actually get to know Darcy, but even before learning what Wickman told me I started getting the heeby-jeebies about him. When I saw him at the ball I thought he was about the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, but then I heard him saying some stuff to Chuck that made me think he’s a real condescending snob. And the way he’s been acting when he meets people from around here is kind of reinforcing that. He also seems to have a lot of influence on Chuck and I’m not sure that’s a good thing. Chuck’s a big boy now. He should be able to stand up for himself.”

“I’m not sure what to say, Izzy. I haven’t spent that much time with Fitz, but at least when he’s with close friends like Chuck he acts perfectly normal. He’s very smart and well-read and he seems to be really fond of his little sister, Glory. He talks about her all the time. He’s actually her legal guardian since their father died. He’s always been perfectly nice and cordial to me. I know it’s not what you’d expect, but I think he’s actually very shy with strangers and feels really awkward around them. He needs to get to know people and feel safe with them before he can be open with them and feel comfortable. He’s not my type but he’s certainly handsome if you’re into the giant super-hero look! But I think he’s very self-conscious about his looks and his size. He’s so huge he feels clumsy at times, so that’s one of the reasons, I think, that he just kind of plops himself into a corner of a room so he’s not in everyone’s way and then he sits there observing everyone and everything. I also think he was brought up to be cautious with strangers. The Darcys are so wealthy there are always grifters trying to get to them.”

“I don’t know. I’m going to have to take your word about him for now, Jamie. That all seems reasonable, but it’s a picture that doesn’t entirely jibe with what Wickman said about him. I guess I really will have to get to know him myself to form an opinion. But that may not be easy. I’m not sure he’s going to be in the least bit interested in getting to know me any better. He doesn’t have a very high opinion of me, from what I can see. I told you what I heard him say at the ball — that I’m not attractive enough for him to ask me to dance and that I’m a Munchkin! I mean, sure, I’m small, especially compared to him! But since when is being a Munchkin a bad thing? And he’s too tall — he’s freaking Gargantua!”

“Well, cut him a little slack until you get to know him better. It sounds like Chuck kind of cornered him unexpectedly when he tried to get Fitz to dance. He may have said the first thing he could think of to get Chuck to leave him alone and stop teasing him. I’m sure he felt very uncomfortable about getting up and dancing with anyone in a place where he’s a complete stranger. All eyes would have been on him and his partner and I think that would make him extremely self-conscious.”

“I hadn’t thought about it that way, Jamie. I guess I will have to wait until I get a chance to know him better. I can’t imagine someone like Darcy being self-conscious and awkward, though! He really does look like a movie superhero, he’s rich beyond imagination, and he’s smart and able to talk with people, from what you say. It’s hard for me to understand how anyone like that could be self-conscious!”

“But, moving on, Jamie, I’m getting some vibe from Caroline I don’t like. I’m not sure what her thing is, but I get a feeling that she’s not as happy about you and Chuck as the rest of us are. I don’t know what they’re usually like when they’re together, but I thought it odd when I saw Fitz and Caroline talking, thick as thieves, after they heard what Mom was telling Aunt Susan at the ball. I know I’m sounding like Debbie Downer, but I’m just worried. It seems like they’re up to something, and whatever it is, I don’t want to see you or Chuck get hurt by it. Please, keep your eyes and ears open. I know you and Chuck are too much alike. You like and trust everybody. But you both also want to avoid conflict and be agreeable. I’m worried that you or Chuck may get manipulated by Caroline or Darcy into a situation that isn’t good for you just to avoid arguing with them or having there be unpleasantness.”

“C’mon, Izzy, I hope you know me better than that! It’s true, I hate conflicts and arguments. But you know me well enough that I would never agree to something that goes against my principles or that would be harmful to anyone.”

“I know, Jamie. That’s one of the reasons I love you. You do have a real spine and the courage of your convictions. I’ve never seen you start an argument, but I know you don’t let yourself get pushed around when you know you’re right. I don’t know Chuck well enough, though, to be sure he’s as strong as you are that way. I hope he is! But please just keep your wits about you. And don’t let Caroline maneuver you around. She thinks she’s a sharp operator. But don’t fall for any of her shit.”

“Thanks, Izzy. I’ll consider myself warned. And I’ll try to be careful. I love you, little bro!” 

“And I love you, too, big bro!”

Part 8

Soon, it seemed, we were seeing a lot more of the Marines and David Wickman, all thanks to the Twits. 

Aunt Susan and Uncle Phil live just a few blocks from downtown in Marysville. They never had kids of their own, so they’ve kind of adopted us. Aunt Susan, as I’ve mentioned, is as much of a ditz as Mom and the Twits, so she particularly relates to the girls and vice-versa. Aunt Susan always encourages the girls to come by their house whenever they’re in town. Whenever the girls have friends tagging along, it becomes a small party. Aunt Susan is generous with laying out the goodies and letting the girls play cards or board games, watch age-inappropriate cable movies, and even invite boys over. As time’s gone on, there’ve been some similar get togethers at our house, too. Now that the girls are a bit older, those parties began including the Marines they’ve befriended. It might seem odd that Marines would be hanging out with the likes of the Twits, but you have to remember that Marysville is a small town with very little to do. The Marines aren’t much older than my sisters, far from home, and often lonely. The get togethers at our house and Aunt Susan’s make them feel more at home. The girls are pretty and flirtatious, there’s always good food, and it’s all free! These may not have been sophisticated nineteenth century Parisian salons, but they’re not a bad Marysville substitute. 

Wickman was frequently at our house or Aunt Susan’s. He was somewhat older and more worldly than the other boys who came so when he was with us I found him spending more time with me than with the Twits. Not that Wickman didn’t enjoy playing games with the girls and chatting them up, but we actually had real, substantial conversations. He puzzled me, though. One minute he’d be trying to ingratiate himself with some of the Twits’ girlfriends from school, especially, I noticed, the daughters of the more well-to-do families in the County. The next moment he’d be back talking with me, with his leg rubbing mine, if he wasn’t making any headway with the prospective young heiresses. 

I finally decided to smoke Wickman out one afternoon when he was at our place and suggested taking a break from the girls and going for a walk outside. To have some privacy I steered him into the shrubbery where we ended up on the stone bench. 

“David, I need to ask you something. What are you up to? Ever since we’ve met you’ve been giving off very mixed signals. One minute you’re using your x-ray vision on Linda’s rack. The next you’re playing kneesies with me. What is it you want?”

Wickman gave me an odd, forlorn look. “OK, Izzy, here it is. I’m bi. I like girls, mostly. And you know my situation — I grew up in the lap of luxury at Pemberton and this military career isn’t going to let me live like that. So I figure that I’m going to have to marry into wealth to get anything resembling my old life back. But sometimes there’s a guy who catches my eye. Someone like you. You’re cute, you’re smart, and you’ve always been nice to me. It’s easy to talk with you and you’ve listened to me. And you’re small, and there’s something about a cute small guy like you that gets my engine running.” He took my hand and leaned down to kiss me. 

As you can probably tell, I haven’t been getting much sex around here since I came home from college and I’m a perfectly normal horny 19 year old gay boy. Actually, I hadn’t had any sex since Geoff Addison left for West Point. And suddenly I’m making out in a secluded spot with a tall, very handsome Marine.  

I kissed Wickman back, tentatively at first, then eagerly. While we were kissing he moved my hand into his lap and against his bulging package, pressing my hand into it. I felt something like electric shocks going through me and I eagerly began exploring what Wickman had hidden in his pants. While we continued kissing I felt Wickman fumbling with his belt and trousers and the next minute he’d placed my hand on his exposed cock. It felt big and substantial. Small hands go with being small overall so Wickman felt huge to me. I broke away from the kissing and looked down. I hadn’t been mistaken. Wickman has a big cock. 8 thick inches, if I had to guess, and it was as handsome as the rest of him — long and smooth and rosy, with a gleaming, pink helmet. 

“My God you feel good,” Wickman whispered in my ear. “Do you like it?”

“I like it. A lot.” I replied. I could feel Wickman’s big hand trying to reach under me to grab my butt. I lifted up to give him better access and immediately one of my butt cheeks was being eagerly massaged by the tall stud.

“Play with it, Izzy. Put both your hands on it and play with it.” I felt like Trilby with Svengali. My hands went to the long shaft of Wickman’s big cock and I put one on top of the other and began sliding them up and down. I couldn’t close either hand around the full circumference, which I found to be hot even though with small hands like mine it isn’t an infrequent experience. I kept sliding my hands up and down the shaft and Wickman began writhing and squeezing my butt cheek harder. 

“You really feel good, Izzy. I need to be inside you. Will you let me put this big dick inside you?” Wickman murmured into my ear. I was weakening rapidly! I could feel Wickman working on my own belt buckle and jeans and trying to get his hand directly on my quivering ass. A long finger began stroking my ass crack and an electric current ran up my spine every time it passed over my tight little rosebud. “C’mon, Izzy. Let me in so I can make you feel good!”

“OK,” I moaned. “Do you have a condom?”

“No,” he replied. “Do we really need one?

Temptation! But I resisted.

“Yeah. We really do,” I said. “I only play safe.”

I could tell he was disappointed. His hands moved to my head and began pushing it down into his crotch. “OK, then, you little cocktease! You’re going to suck my big cock! Get on it, bitch!” His big cockhead was coated now with pre-cum and rubbing against my face. “That’s it, you little cocksucker! Open up and let me in!”

I was kind of shocked by the turn this was taking but I have to admit it was also making me really hot. I opened my mouth and took in the big head. It tasted good, but he suddenly grabbed the back of my head and pushed it down hard on his big dick. “Take it all! Gag on it, you little cocksucker!” I did gag on it. He was pushing me down so hard I couldn’t breathe easily or relax my throat muscles so he could slide all the way in. He stood up while I was still seated on the bench and began forcing my head rapidly back and forth on his big cock. He began picking up the speed and I was choking with tears streaming down my face and snot coming out my nose. “Oh, yeah, like that. Choke on it!” He sped up and suddenly began groaning loudly. “This is it! I’m cumming! Swallow!” he ordered. I did my best, but there was a lot of cum and some of it oozed out of my mouth and down my chin. Wickman pulled out of my mouth suddenly. “Go on, clean that up, bitch” he ordered and I reflexively stuck out my tongue and licked up and down his cock removing any remaining slobber and cum. 

Wickman pulled up his shorts and put himself away and then said “You need to put yourself together, Izzy!” 

I must have been glaring up at him because he put his hand on the back of my head and pulled me back into his crotch. “That was really good, Izzy. I’m sorry I got rough, but I haven’t gotten off in a while and you looked so small and pretty with your sweet mouth full of my big cock. I got a little carried away, there. Forgive me?” 

“OK,” I mumbled. “Let’s go back in. They must be wondering what happened to us.” 

I shouldn’t have worried. The card games were still going, the girls were shrieking and giggling, and Mrs. Armstrong was bringing in a platter of ham and biscuits. Just business as usual on a Hartfield County afternoon. I was feeling a little shaken up, though. This had gotten out of hand. I couldn’t deny I’d liked it, but I had no intention of letting myself turn into Wickman’s little Kentucky cum dump. I’d need to exercise some self-control and keep some distance from now on. Still, it helped me recover some self-esteem after Darcy’s cutting remarks at the ball. There was something caddish about Wickman, but there’s no denying that he’s really good-looking and he had his pick of any of the girls who were eagerly throwing themselves at him. Yet he’d picked me. That was something. And, in an odd way, I think he liked me. I wasn’t a completely casual pickup. But clearly he’s a player and there was no future with him, so I promised myself I’d be more careful and move on.