The Boy Named Tristen

It has been over a month since I even looked at this. Putting, ‘Dirt Road Main Street’ to bed, was a big thing for me. Thousands of words, days, and days, In the end; it was worth it. As in that, and this; I interject myself; RJC.

I have laid, now three children to bed, ‘Robby and Ryan’ and ‘The Start’ Along with ‘Dirt Road Main Street’ A reader can never understand. It is easy to read. Writing is so… much more. I used to be you; the reader. I have made reference to writers on this site; guys who inspired me

I have realized that trying to do too much is a disservice to you and causes me, indigestion. Ha Ha.

I have three on the burner and my goal, now, is to wrap shit up; one at a time; starting with, Tristen. I am sixty years old, I see Tristen as I did myself more than forty years ago, just think about that.

I could honestly, give a fuck, that you are reading what I’m telling you. That’s not true. I do care. I feel you, the warmth, the way you feel about what I write. Sit back. RJC.

I wanted to cry. He had shared something so raw and personal with me; he had to see what I saw. I took his hand and walked to the bathroom; the big mirror. I stood behind him looking over his shoulder touching the places on him that turned me on; above the belt. We were closer to the same height than I thought.

I touched him whispering in his ear how perfect he was. He did have hard pecks. He did have ripples over his stomach; he saw none of that. I stood next to him pointing how we were the same in almost every way. He started to see. He used a hand to touch himself and the other to touch me.

I watched his eyes in the mirror exploring our bodies at the same time realizing he was who he was now; not that fat kid. He finally smiled at me, “Is this other stuff?”

“Yes. This was, other stuff.” And I walked back out lying on the bed.

Now I know what you’re thinking; we were hard as rocks. Not so. Yes, we were half-heavy, and I’m sure his, well my, underwear would need washing. He lay beside me looking at the ceiling, “Are your parents, happy?” He asked.

“Are yours???”

“No fair. You can’t answer a Q with a Q.”

“Fuck. I don’t know.”

“I don’t either.”

“Other stuff, Now?” He asked rolling on top of me moving his hands to my sides but not taking advantage of his newfound knowledge. I nodded.

With just his fingers he traced my face and lips. His eyes following for really the first time and I watched them. Then he kissed me. It wasn’t something special, but it was, and he rolled off.

Then he answered a question I never would have asked, “I’ve never done anything with anyone.”

“That’s not important.” And now I was on him. “Close your eyes. Do you trust me?” And his head nodded.

I took his hands holding them over his head and I kissed all over his face except his lips. I made a spectacle of doing it. I thought about doing this with Bobby so many times but it never would have been like this. I ended with a soft kiss and rolled off.

We both looked at the ceiling. I heard my name come off his lips like honey. “Rye?” I didn’t have to look to hear the smile.

“Pants stay on.”

“How long am I supposed to keep this monster held captive?”

“Till I tell you. That’s how long.” And I straddled him.

Again I traced his upper body, over his Addams apple, around his nipples pulling a little on the short hair that surrounded them. I watched him watching me, my eyes and his, I felt him under me when his hands came to my hips. I thought of Bobby. If we had done this, had we been honest with each other; it might be him under me now.

But looking at Tristen, I was happy he wasn’t Bobby. It wasn’t like I loved, Bob. We had known each other forever but I never once saw in his eyes, what I saw in Tristen’s. When I reached the top of his, well my, jeans, his hands started at my bent knees, up so slow. He ran up the inside of my thighs, so close to my crotch, then up slipping his thumbs into my belt loops, and he pulled a little.

We still hadn’t said a word but so…much was being said.

“Did you like what you did to Bobby?”

“We jacked off together. Yes, I liked it.”

“I asked if you liked doing that to him; sucking him?”

“I mean. Well. I liked it for about five seconds until he pulled up his pants and left.”

“I think I’d like it. I mean. I’ve thought about it a lot.”

“OK. We need to take care of our problems. You want the bathroom?”

“I don’t want to jack myself off.”

“I’m not doing it for you.”

“I’ll do it for you, Ryan.”

“Look, T. I don’t want to trade one jack off buddy, for another. I think I want more.”

“If that is what I thought, Ryan; I wouldn’t be here. But I will jack you off; if you like.”

“Yes, I would like. But no.”

“Fine” and he walked to the bathroom lowering his pants as he did so just to show me my thong that was up in his white cheeks.

I listened to the sounds cuming from the bathroom and I could tell he was using lube. It is funny when you know a guy is jacking off with in-ear-shoot. The little sounds, the sound of a lubed up dick sliding between fingers or a hand, and the knowing when the mission was complete. We have lift off.

He came out in my robe, gray with a white R embroidered on the right side; this was going to be hard. He held my pants and undergarment in one hand. I hadn’t jacked off like I should have, was still laying on the bed; I bit my lip nodding to my hamper.

He was making the first move cuming out like that, siding up next to me on the bed, bending a knee up over my hip almost showing his crotch. Tristen’s head turned to me with a dimpled smile and asked why I hadn’t taken care of my obvious problem. I don’t know why I didn’t; God knows I should have.

“Ryan? Why are you being like this?” He asked.

“Like what?” I questioned in return.

“You know how I want to see you? I’ve told you what I want to do and try. Why are you being like this???”

Now that caused a real smile from me; teeth, dimples, and all. I knew I looked good; something I tried hard doing. I had been told once or twice. And now, this boy named Tristen was asking why I was being shy with him. I had seen his big dick, seen the marks left from fat; I have no idea why I was holding back.

“Why am I being like what? Because I’m not doing what I want to do so… fuckin bad. Don’t think I don’t like you, because I do…”

“You like me???”

“Yes, dumb ass. I like you.”

“Then why won’t you? I mean. Why are you being like this knowing how much I want us to happen?”

“I’ve only known you for like, forty-five days. And really, only the last day or so. Why did you sit at the bottom of the stairs waiting for Bobby to leave? You should have just gone home. But you didn’t.”

“I told you. You invited me to stay the night. Did you think I’d pass on that?”

“You’re funny, Tristen. I’m not some great score; just so you know.”

“Now, who’s being funny, Ryan? You were right about the thong.”

“Did you like it? Did you know it was there? You didn’t seem to be picking at it.”

“When I was; bigger. My life was one huge wedgie. You’d never understand. My lower half sweated; a lot. My shorts were always up my ass. Your thong, it was perfect, the way it was.”

“Other stuff, now?” He asked.

I shook his head no as he looked at me. “Not yet.”

So he was in my robe and I was still fully clothed on my bed with the hottest guy, his leg over mine, and wondering.

“It’s like one in the afternoon. Are you going to get dressed?”

“I’d rather, not.”

“I’d rather you did. I would like to go for a walk or maybe to the mall. You can’t hang out like that all day or I might.”

“Might what, Ryan?”

“Why are you doing this, Tristen?”

“Doing what?”

“You know damn good and well, what. Why are you doing this to me?” He had to know.

Chickens cackling, was her ringtone. “Hey, baby.” I didn’t even think about it.

Tristen eyed me. “Look, Jewels. I got some shit going down, right now. See you Monday.” She said love you; and I said, back at you.

“Is that how you see me? Am I just some shit, going down???”

“Do you think because you heard what Bobby said to me that I’ll drop to my knees and suck that huge dick of yours? Maybe you see me bending over grabbing my ankles so you can fuck me?” I’d gone too far and I knew it.

“That was your girlfriend on the phone?”

“In name only.”

He got up grabbing his bag walking into the bathroom without a word. I never meant to say anything like that, had never seen his face so close to tears; I am less than shit.

I was standing at the bathroom door when he turned seeing me. “I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.”

“Words are words. You said them. That really hurt.” And he went to push past me.

“I’m sorry. OK? It didn’t come out the way I wanted.”

“Words, Ryan. They came out and I have no fuckin clue how you meant them to sound. I thought I kind of knew you.”

There was no way in hell he was going to get around me. “OK. Do you want the truth? I have been thinking about it for weeks. Yes; I would suck that long cock you have. And if it didn’t scare the shit out of me, I would probably.”

“Probably what, Ryan?” And his hands cupped my cheeks.

His eyes bore into mine; he wanted an answer. I knew what this would mean, how I didn’t want to be like Bobby said. I didn’t want to accept what the nod of my head would mean. I wanted all of that with the man who was holding my cheeks in his hands; I could see how wet his eyes were.

I pushed back a little, looked at him, and unbuttoned my shirt. I thumbed the moisture under his eyes; felt bad for causing it, then let my shirt fall to the floor never losing eye contact. I watched his eyes following my hands, pull the belt then the top button of my pants. I didn’t want to give him the impression that I would do what I had said, but I think it looked that way.

His hands stopped me. “Why are you doing this, Ryan?” His hands-on mine as I reached for the zipper.

I didn’t answer only moved his fingers down to finish what I’d started. I truly would have done what I said, would have sucked on him; chocking even. I unbuttoned his shirt, unbuckled, and did the five buttons of his pants. I think this was it?

I had hurt him with the things I said; I didn’t mean too. What was happening wasn’t my way of apologizing. I think I knew what would happen before it got dark and I’d never have cheapened it like this. My pants fell easily to the floor and with them around my feet, bright yellow underwear damn near glowing, he finally smiled.

We undressed each other; I really should have jacked off; I was dripping. Before I could drop to my knees, Tristen did. I was nowhere as big as he was in the cock department, but I was substantial. He took his time, licking, tasting, and I came in his mouth only a minute after he started.

It was embarrassing in, a way. For a newbie, he was good and I saw and felt him cum from sucking me. He didn’t stop. He moaned as he kept sucking my now over-sensitive cock and my knees were ready to buckle. I remembered what it felt like when Bobby came in my mouth; what I’d done and the taste of him. I could almost taste it now watching Tristen attempt to suck another wad from my still hard dick.

“Enough already.” And I pulled him up then pushed him to the bed with maybe a little too much force.

His cock was big; well it was huge. I couldn’t fit my hand around it and it stretched my jaw to the limit. I can’t describe how he tasted; way better than Bobby. The amount he produced was surprising considering how many times he’d jacked-off today. I wanted more as I continued sucking and jacking what wouldn’t fit in my mouth.

The way he looked at me, my ankles resting on his shoulders, how long it took. He had been trying for like a half an hour; I was terrified. My ass was on fire; I knew his fat head was in me; he came. I guess that was the extra lube I needed because the rest of him slid into my guts as his hand came over my mouth because I was gonna scream.

The look in his eyes was priceless as he rested balls deep, he didn’t move. I had tears running down the sides of my face, a baseball bat resting in my ribcage, and I started to move. My ass felt every curve and ridge of his fat cock, it felt like a mile before the bell almost came out, then back down.

Tristen was in the grove. He was fucking me in a way I never fucked Jewels. I mean he had nothing to prove, with a cock like that, how he was using it to make me cum twice. This was lovemaking. I took his nipples between my fingers just before he came again and I thought I’d have to stick a sock in his mouth.

He rolled off and I was expecting to see blood covering his cock and was happy I didn’t. My ass tickled from the dripping and tingled from the air going up into my gaping hole. I passed out.

Now when you hear your mother’s voice; it can pull you from a coma. I looked down on myself; Tristen had obviously cleaned me. I was covered and listened to my mom talk to the guy who had split me in two; “he’s asleep”, I heard him say.

“Well, don’t you stay up too late. You boys have school in the morning.”

“No Ma’am.”

I got up and into the bathroom, I went. I didn’t look like a guy who had taken Tristen’s huge cock up my ass but I had a smile filled with pride. My ass on the other hand. I still smiled. My dick was limp, my ass, well. I got in the shower. I saw him cum in shirtless in a pair of his own pants; no underwear.

We had passed the ‘no looking’. “You owe me one.” I had no fuckin idea what he was talking about.

“One what?” I asked seeing that huge snake that wasn’t hard.

“Look at this.” And he held it in his hand. “I have spanked this bad boy real hard and never has it been so… sore.” And he smiled at me.

Now I wasn’t sure just how to take that. Hadn’t had a guy fuck me and then complain that I made his dick sore but, took it as a compliment. “What do I owe you?” And he climbed in.

“You owe me a serious ass fucking.” And I acknowledged what he said.

I washed him, ran my slippery hands over his body. I thought about the flavor of him that was still in my mouth. We didn’t even dry. I woke up with his butt pushed up to my hard shaft. God, I hate the fucking alarm clock but loved waking up like this. Another shower.

Now, in the month and a half, since Tristen started at our school, he was folklore. Guys talked about how big his cock was, girls only looked at his crotch and never his beautiful eyes. I’d even confirmed to Jewels how big he was. “He can’t be bigger than you.” OK. What guy doesn’t like a girl telling you how big your cock is. Fuck; I just popped a button.

From Your Author:

I saw this going into tens of thousands of words. Everything was there but I need to start wrapping things up. Now another labor of love is laid to rest. Over the next few weeks, I will lay the last of my stories to bed. ‘The Bug’ and ‘Something Different’. If time allows, I might be able to do something else.

I never knew I had what it takes. ‘Robby and Ryan’ took me over a year; non-fiction. I never saw myself here; the huge community of Gaydemon. I was a reader for years and have spoken of writers who inspired me. Thousands of readers have waited on another chapter from me and I have written many. I could go on and on about the wonderful works of those who are in front of me and those who are behind me in the top twenty; Thank you.

When I came to a block and didn’t know how to end us I did what seems a thing for me, a distraction. ‘The Start’ was purely fictional. It was more difficult than R&R. Recounting is much easier than making something up. But it seemed to flow and provided me to put my first love to rest.

It allowed me to continue my love with music. I incorporated the sexual exploitation of boys, sexual dysfunction, and a once in a lifetime experience of a young man who changed lives. I added much of my favorite music, added names of actors, musicians, entertainers, And, as of yet, I haven’t been sued.

I did all of this to connect with readers who could see something like this actually happening. The whole story was brought on by a school shooting; something I do know a little about. Some might notice that North Dakota was brought back to life in ‘Dirt Road Main Street’ Something else I know.

Another thing I did was used ‘POV’ of different caricatures because it is a style I like. Again; something difficult to write but tells the same story from different sides which can bring on a whole new dynamic. But during this crazy and wonderful journey one or two things stick out. As much inspiration as I received from other Authors; it was those readers who commented.

I have well over a hundred chapters and over fifty stories that readers have rated 9.9. That is not me; it’s readers who did that. Some of my readers have become friends; close friends, though they may never meet. They care about each other, talk, email, and think about each other. That’s some powerful shit right there. So by posting my stuff on this site and what has cum from it; our host must smile.

To the readers who appreciate what I have done; Thank you. To those who comment and vote; Thank you. To the hundreds who have emailed me; hope I helped. RJC.

I have no idea how happy I must have looked planting my seed in Ten’s ass this morning. I was happy. There was a lot of shit going on around us in the concourse and my eyes were darting everywhere looking for Bobby; the wild card. I saw him before he saw me and he didn’t look happy. Fuck.

He weaved around other students before getting to me’ I didn’t see it. Tristen stepped in front of me; the sound was so loud. It all seemed to happen in slow motion, Tristen’s body slamming into my front; fire tearing through my insides as he fell forward. I was in disbelief,

Bobby put the pistol under his chin and the top of his head came off. I knew I was falling backward, the stairs, ceiling tile passing my eyes. I wondered why my hands were so red. This is not a good day to die; and it wasn’t. But that’s what happened.

The End.