Evan’s Perspective
After we returned from our hike to stretch after three pickup games, I went home and made a sandwich for lunch, then took a shower to wipe off the sweat and probably residual cum. I still couldn’t believe those two guys fucked each other inside that building and how loud they were. Fucking sick. Shit, I must be soaping myself up too much, now I’m hard. I should just jerk off, but I need to wait until Ron texts me, so I know what we’re doing later. Guess this will have to wait. It's not like I didn’t cum yet today. Those two fags did get me a bit hot, well the sounds they were making anyway.
Ron finally sent me a text, “Tony’s here and he’s calling Bobby and Greg. We’re going to throw some darts. Want to join us?” I replied that I’d be right over. More than likely, Ron’s parents weren’t home which meant we were going to play strip darts. Tony was around a lot. I think he was probably Ron’s best friend next to me. He was always pulling some kind of stunt, always pushing our buttons until Ron had enough and then we’d tickle the shit out of him still he screamed bloody murder. Once we let him up though, he’d be right back at it. I guess he loved the attention. I’d be a little jealous if the kid wasn’t so cute.
So, anyway, once I got to Ron’s, he told me about his grandmother’s ankle and didn’t know when his parents would be back, but it wouldn’t be until after dinner. We went up and played strip darts. I couldn’t concentrate for some reason. I kept thinking about what Ron and I witnessed this morning. I actually lost a few rounds early on and was already down to my shorts and underwear. I needed to get my head in the game. Fortunately, I was getting my game back and Greg and then Tony were standing around naked. I was semi in my tight shorts and could tell that Ron was boned and Bobby was at least semi. The rest of the game was pretty competitive, but I ended up as the next one naked. I think I could have won if I had my head together in the beginning. I noticed a wet spot in both Ron and Bobby’s underwear. They were both boned. I thought Ron’s dick might rip through his underwear. Ron lost to Bobby and as he bent over to remove his underwear, my eyes were glued to his firm, muscular ass. I wondered how it would feel to have my dick inside it. Would it be tighter than Jenny’s pussy? Bobby dropped a dart and barely missed getting smacked in the cheek by Ron’s dick as he picked it up. He made a comment about Ron’s big banana. We all laughed but Greg said about mine being the same size. We were pretty close. That’s when someone said about comparing. I told them no fucking way. Actually, I was afraid I might begin leaking pre if I touched dicks with Ron. Eventually, I agreed and then Tony had to grab our dicks in his hand. That was fucked up. At least I wasn’t the only one leaking pre. When Tony finally let go of our dicks, both of our pubes were wet from the other’s pre. I was surprised Tony didn’t say something. Fuck, I was shocked as hell that he grabbed and held our dicks for so long. I almost skeeted all over Ron. After Tony stepped back, I looked over at Bobby. He was staring at us. Then I noticed the wet spot in his underwear was getting larger. He saw me look and then began putting his pants back on, saying about dinner being ready and shit. Tony got a call telling him his dinner was soon ready and soon, Ron and I were alone. He asked about having pizza for dinner and then his mom called and said they were staying at his grandparents until tomorrow evening. I was hoping he wouldn’t call the guys back. He didn’t. We ended up going upstairs and playing the new game, Death by Daylight, The Witcher for about an hour. We both sucked donkey dick at it and shut it off.
After that, Ron got each of us one of his dad’s beers and we sat on the sofa in Ron’s back room. We talked about how much we sucked at the game, then I said about how shocked I was when Tony grabbed our dicks. When I talked about Tony’s bone after, Ron said he hadn’t noticed. Then I brought up the two guys this morning. Ron made a point to talk about how they had fucked each other, then he said he wondered how it felt. I knew he was trying to get me to say something, but I didn’t. I was thinking about it, how it would feel to fuck Ron. He did have a nice ass, for a guy. Fuck, I need to grab a cold shower. I just got up and started walking away, then hesitated to ask Ron if he wanted me to grab us another beer on my way back up.
When I got down to the bathroom, my cold feet were gone. Instead of getting under a cold shower, I decided to just clean myself out and then rinse off. I also began imagining what fucking Ron would feel like, not just physically. I had to shake the thoughts out of my head. I stepped out of the shower, dried myself off, and wrapped the towel around my waist. I remembered to grab us each a beer, then returned upstairs. I handed Ron a beer and didn’t want to make a damp spot on the sofa, so I hung the towel up and plopped down next to Ron, naked. Feeling Ron’s body heat next to me, I was soon boned. I reached over and began rubbing Ron’s crotch. He was boned also. I helped him out of his clothes, and we were soon stroking each other’s dicks. They were soon slick with our pre, and I needed to taste Ron’s. We went into his bedroom, and I had Ron climb onto his bed on his back. I crawled over him in a sixty-nine. I was soon slurping on a huge amount of his tasty pre. I could live off that stuff, well, if I was gay. Suddenly, I had to have his dick inside me, so I pulled off him and out of Ron’s mouth and took him inside me and began riding his dick. Fuck, Ron didn’t know what he was missing. Then Ron pushed me forward onto my knees and began fucking me on my knees. I loved the way he slapped into my ass cheeks on each thrust. I was rocking back into him as he kept hitting that spot. It was causing my knees to get weak, and I started sinking down on my stomach. Suddenly, Ron pulled out of my ass. I turned back as if to ask, ‘What the fuck!’ Ron told me to flip onto my back. I thought ok, as long as you’re putting your dick back inside me. I flipped over and raised my legs, anxious for him to push his dick into me once more. He pushed his dick back into me and began fucking me again. He had pushed my knees up to my chest, bringing my ass up and allowing him to go deeper. He was hitting my spot every time now and my eyes rolled back as waves of pleasure washed over me. I hadn’t realized his mouth was so close to mine when suddenly his lips were on mine. I didn’t return the kiss, I was too enthralled by the waves of pleasure washing over me, but I did notice the sweet taste of his lips on mine. Then jolts of electricity coursed through my body and exited out of my dick. Fuck! I was cumming! I was cumming hard! Ron didn’t know what he was missing. The waves and jolts continued and then slowly began to ebb. Ron then announced he was about to cum. I wanted to taste it, so I told him to cum on my face. He pulled out of my ass and moved up to my chest, sliding in my cum as he did. Then his cock let loose, skeeting all over my face. I did catch a lot of it in my mouth. When the last of his cum dribbled from his dick, I looked up and saw him grinning down at me. I must have looked like a mess after he skeeted all over my face. At least I could see. Ron then slid down my cum-slickened torso, bent down, and began licking the cum from my face. Worried he’d get the cum around my lips, I instinctively stuck out my tongue, trying to gather in what I could. Suddenly, Ron’s mouth was on mine again. His mouth had a lot of his cum in it and my tongue went after it, licking at the inside of his mouth and teeth. I quickly stopped when I realized it was like we were French kissing. Way too gay.
Ron slid further down my torso, continuing to lick, when he backed his ass crack into my hard dick. He seemed to freeze. A thought raced through my head, and I pushed my hips up, causing my cock to slide slightly between his ass cheeks. It felt nice. It got even hotter when Ron began rocking back and forth into my stiff dick. I reached back and held it against him as he continued rocking back and forth. Then a voice said, “Go ahead, if you want.” It was my voice, and I wondered if Ron had heard it, and if so, what he would do. Ron’s weight lifted from me. I continued to hold my dick up. Then Ron lowered himself down. I felt it touch the head of my dick and then press on it harder. He was tight, really, really tight. Just when I thought he was going to give up, the head of my dick slipped inside him. Ron gasped in pain. I recognized it, as well as the doubt that I saw in his eyes. I wasn’t going to allow him to miss this experience, so I used my other hand to grab his hip to prevent him from pulling off me. It worked, as he slowly accepted me inside him. His facial expression, changing from severe burning pain, to one of pleasure. Then his firm butt was pressed down on my pubic bush. He slowly began moving up and down. Fuck, he was tight, way tighter than Jenny’s pussy. As he began moving up and down on me, I closed my eyes and focused on the tightness gripping my dick. Then I heard Ron gasp. I opened my eyes and saw Ron’s mouth open in a surprised look. I knew what that meant, he had found his love button. As he resumed moving up and down, I palmed his firm ass cheeks to assist him as his mouth remained open and his cock leaked pre on my abs, mixing with the smeared cum. Ron’s open-mouthed moans began to change. His voice was suddenly deeper as he began demanding me to fuck him harder, deeper. He turned into a wild man. Fucking fire! My cock seemed to get harder listening to him and watching the wild, lustful look on his face. Then suddenly, like a geyser, Ron began skeeting. I opened my mouth, but the first ropes flew over my head and in my hair, then began to rain on my face. I thought Ron was tight before, but now, as each skeet flew from his cock, his anal muscles clamped even harder around my dick. I grabbed Ron’s hips and began pounding up into him, and then I began flooding Ron’s bowels with my creamy seed. I tried catching my breath, even as my tongue searched my lips for any nearby cum. Ron looked down at me and began laughing. This time it was not only amusement I saw on his face, but also joy. He leaned down and began licking at the cum on my face once again. His lips came to mine once more and I realized I was still hard. I began rocking my hips into him, resuming our fuck. Maybe it was fucking him again, since we had both already cum. He continued kissing me and it didn’t bother me. His cum mingling with those sweet lips had me thrusting harder and faster inside him. He broke the kiss and that wild voice began again, though not as loudly. Can a demon voice also be a whimper? I held Ron down by his back as I fucked him. He was whimpering, begging me to fuck him and trembling with each of my thrusts apparently finding that spot inside him. It was strange, this feeling, not the pleasure I was feeling fucking Ron, but the pleasure it seemed to be giving him, knowing I was causing him to feel this pleasure. Fuck! I was going to cum inside him again! Too soon, I thought, but too late as my cock shot my cum inside him once more. Maybe not too soon, I realized, as Ron’s anal muscles were once again spasming around my own spasming dick. A strange and wonderful feeling as I felt Ron skeeting between us. Ron collapsed down onto me and nuzzled his face into my neck. It felt nice. Then Ron laughed. I asked him why. He said that we were a mess, but he didn’t feel like getting up. I didn’t either. Then I kidded him about the demon voice. He told me he had no idea where that came from, but that he enjoyed what we did. I did too and yet it bothered me that I did.
We must have fallen asleep, because it was totally dark outside when we woke up. Ron said it was ten-fifteen. We went down and took a shower and washed each other, but I was still deep in thought. I really enjoyed what Ron and I were doing, but it was wrong. Yet, why is it wrong to feel like this? Why is it wrong to enjoy giving someone else so much pleasure?
We dried off. I knew Ron could tell something was bothering me, but he didn’t say anything. We went back upstairs, and I helped Ron put fresh sheets on the bed. We didn’t bother putting clothes on. We just crawled into bed naked. Ron surprised me by kissing me on my cheek and then said, “Goodnight.” I smiled and said, “Goodnight, Ron.” As I laid on my back, Ron turned toward me and draped his arm over me. I turned toward him and nestled my head on his shoulder against his neck, and we fell asleep.
Our baseball game had been held up due to the rain we had earlier. I knew my dad would be pissed, but it wasn’t my fault. I was hoping, that the fact that we had won and I had scored two of our runs would tamp down some of his anger. Maybe it did, but he didn’t congratulate me or anything. Instead, as we got in the car, he said, “Well, since you’re game went so late, instead of dropping you off first, you’re coming to the bar with me.” I replied, “But mom…” I shut up as soon as I saw the glare in his eyes, “I’m your dad and I said we’re going to the bar first. I don’t want to hear another word about it. Got it?” I was too terrified to say anything. I just nodded. Since I was only nine, I couldn’t sit at the bar with my dad, so I sat at a table. Apparently feeling sorry for me, the woman tending bar gave me a bunch of quarters so I could play the pinball machine and another old Donkey Kong game. It smelled like old beer and ashtrays. My dad had a shot glass and a beer next to him that the bartender kept refilling. I ran out of quarters, so I returned to my table. As I looked around, I saw four guys at one end of the bar. They were talking and laughing, but every once in a while, they would glare at two other guys halfway down. Those two guys didn’t seem to be bothering anyone, and I didn’t think they even took notice of the four guys glaring at them. I kept watching because one of the four guys kept motioning with his chin toward the other two. The two guys at the middle of the bar looked younger than my dad. The four at the end looked older. They had scruffy faces like they hadn’t shaved for days. The other two were clean-shaven and just seemed to be keeping to themselves. A nice lady came from the restroom and smiled at me. She opened her purse and handed me four quarters. After thanking her, I played another game of Donkey Kong. The buttons on the machine were barely working, they were so worn. I heard a guy yelling something, but I didn’t catch it because of concentrating on the game. As I returned to my table, I heard the same voice, “Whater you lookin’ at, boy?” It was one of the four guys at the end of the bar, the one who had motioned with his chin. I began to worry and looked over at my dad. He didn’t seem bothered. He was talking to the lady next to him. “I asked you a question, fag!” I froze as I looked at the guy. He was staring at one of the two younger guys. Most everyone turned to look at the four guys, wondering who he was talking to, including the two younger guys. He yelled, “I’m talkin’ to you, faggot!” The younger guys looked around them in confusion, not yet realizing he was talking to one of them. The guy then walked toward them and got in the face of the smaller guy, “What’s with you fags? Don’t you have some fag bar you can go to?” The bigger guy pushed the smaller one behind him and said, “My friend here is not gay and we’re not bothering anyone, sir.” The bartender yelled, “Back off, Robert! Leave the boys alone.” Robert glanced at her and then back to the other two, “Like hell I will! I saw the way you were lookin’ at me. What cha got to say fer yerself?” The taller guy said, “Nothing, sir. We’re not here to start any trouble. Like I said, my friend and I aren’t bothering anyone.” I looked over and saw the remaining three at the end of the bar laughing at what was going on. I felt sick in my stomach and looking over, I saw my dad was still ignoring what was happening. I was hoping he’d somehow break it up. Robert then yelled, “Bullshit! Yer boyfriend was making googly eyes at me all night!” The smaller guy said, “I’m not his boyfriend and I wasn’t making googly eyes at anyone. I didn’t even notice you until you began yelling.” Robert yelled, “Lyin’ fag!” He reached out to grab the smaller guy but the taller one blocked him. That’s when Robert sucker punched the guy. The smaller guy hit Robert back and the other three at the end of the bar jumped in, and began beating on the other two. Four on two, they didn’t stand a chance. I was screaming and crying, hoping someone would come to their rescue, but no one seemed to do anything but yell at them to stop. Others were cheering them on. I was horrified. Finally, the police arrived. As they were taking Robert and his buddies out in handcuffs, Robert kept saying, “I’m tellin’ ya. Those fags were hittin’ on me!” An ambulance arrived and put the smaller guy on a stretcher and helped the other guy whose face was badly bruised and bloodied, walk out gingerly to the ambulance.
I was still trembling with tears pouring down my cheeks when my dad finally walked over and asked, “What’s wrong, Evan. No one hit you. You don’t have nothin’ to cry about.” As I sniffled, I said, “But those four men beat those other two up for no reason, dad. No one helped them.” My dad looked me in the eyes and said, “That’s what happens to fags, son. They want to choose that lifestyle, they have to expect that.” I replied, “But they said they weren’t, weren’t gay. They didn’t bother anyone.” My dad said, “So, Robert thought they were. Maybe they were, and maybe they weren’t. Maybe they showed up at the wrong bar. What I’m telling you is that this is what fags deserve. Don’t ever choose that lifestyle, Evan. It might get you killed some day.” I stood there in shock, not wanting to believe what my father just said. When we got home, my mom sent me to my room. I cried more but couldn’t find the peace of sleep because my mom and dad were screaming at each other. Over the next three years, I encountered similar events while in my dad’s company. I grew up with the belief that homosexuality was a choice, an evil choice. After those three years, my mom divorced my dad, and he moved back to Georgia where we had lived before moving here.
I was at a familiar bar with Ron. We were having a beer. We were just hanging out, enjoying ourselves but I had this strange feeling that there was something wrong. Then I looked over and saw a familiar face. It was my dad, but he looked like he had when I was nine years old. He wasn’t paying any attention to anyone but the woman sitting next to him. I turned and saw a small boy sitting alone at a table. Then a loud voice yelling, “Who are you lookin’ at, fag?” I look over and see Robert looking dead at me. I look at Ron and say, “We need to get out of here.” Ron smiles and asks, “Why?” It’s too late. Robert is in my face and Ron steps between us and tries to calm Robert down. Just as Robert is about to sucker punch Ron, I yell, “No!”
I woke up. Ron has his arms wrapped around me, and is asking, “Are you ok?” I don’t reply. I don’t know the answer to his question. I’m shaking. What had just happened? Ron asked, “Nightmare?” I replied, “I don’t want to talk about it.” I just clammed up. I didn’t know what to say or feel. I just felt numb.
To be continued
