Mike Keeps Searching for Answers
After our little session with Murph and Bug, Kyle and I revealed that we were indeed gay. Bug just shrugged; he has always been the type to just roll with the punches. I could tell Murph wasn’t as comfortable with the news, but he assured me that we would remain friends. Murph also made it clear that while he did enjoy it, he probably did not want to take things any further. We all agreed that it would be our little secret.
School would be starting in three weeks, and I hadn’t found any more information about Walter, I was still unsure where else to look. I went back to the newspaper office and talked to Mr. Johnson, I filled him in on the journal, again not giving any of the sexual details. We went back to the 1922 papers and looked a little further at the weeks prior and after the weeks that Kyle and I had already looked at. We were looking through the first week of August edition when a small article caught my eye.
“Mulberry Road Home Burns”
I read the article, it said that on Sunday, July 8, a rural home was completely lost to a fire of undetermined origin. Sheriff Tucker stated that they were still investigating, but as of print date they had not found the cause of the fire. They were unable to say at this point if anyone was home at the time. The fire was reported by a neighbor.
Mr. Johnson asked, “Why do you think the article has anything to do with Walter?”
I said, “There is a burnt house foundation on the same property where I found the journal. I wish the paper had given a name or address in the article.”
Mr. Johnson said, “Well, the paper only printed the information that the sheriff gave them, let’s look at the next couple weeks to see if they printed a follow up story.”
We went over the next four weeks but still found no more information.
He said, “Sorry Mike, I wish I could help more. I really need to get back to this week’s paper, but you can stay and look as long as you want.”
I smiled, “Thanks Mr. Johnson, but I have taken enough of your time. I need to get home too.”
I started for home; I had walked about a block and was passing Marlow’s Café. There were five retired men sitting around a table drinking coffee. I decided to take a chance and see if any of them knew about Walter or his dad. I figured they were about the same age as Walter would be. I walked in and asked if I could join them at the table, they said sure kid, sit down. I told them who I was and that I was curious if any of them knew who lived on Mulberry Road in 1922. One of them said that they moved to town in 1934, another one in 1940 and one lived on the other side of town. The final two said that they both lived near there, Frank was 16 and Charlie was 17 at the time.
Charlie said, “I lived in the same house that you live in now Mike. In fact my old man was the one who built that house, as well as three others on that road.”
I asked, “So did you know Walter Hankins, or his dad?”
He said, “I didn’t really know him, I knew who he was though. He was a few grades behind me in school, I kind of felt sorry for him. Almost every time I saw him; he had a black eye or a bruise somewhere.”
Frank added, “Yeah, my folks always told me that his old man beat him and his mom quite often.”
Charlie nodded, “The bastard was an alcoholic and the more he drank the bigger son of a bitch he turned into.”
Mary, the waitress, was refilling their coffee, “Language Charlie, don’t corrupt the kid.”
Charlie said, “Sorry Mary, but he was a bastard.”
She chuckled, “Well, you old farts would know, that was well before my time.” She gave me a wink as she went back to the kitchen.
Frank said, “I remember when his mom died, I think the beatings got worse for the kid. Walter was in my kid brother’s class at school. He also told my little brother that he would not be back at school after the 8th grade. His old man was going to make him go to work at the mill..”
Charlie said, “After the house burned down, I never saw him again. The talk around town was that he and the old man both burnt in the fire.”
I asked, “Did you ever hear what started the fire?”
Frank said, “Nothing was ever official, but my folks said that they figured the old man was beating on the kid and they knocked a kerosene lamp over and they got trapped in the fire.”
Charlie added, “The old man smoked like chimney, my dad said he figured he had a snoot full and passed out with a lit cigarette.”
Frank took a sip of his coffee, “Either way, nobody ever saw either one of them again.”
I asked, “Did either of you know Ellis Jackson?”
Frank shook his head, “I didn’t.”
Charlie said, “I knew there was a Jackson family that old man Thornhill brought in to work at the mill. There were about ten kids in the family, I didn’t know any of their names.”
They tried to remember any other details but couldn’t add much more. They started to drift into other topics, so I thanked them and said that I needed to get home. I walked home thinking that at least I was on the right track and what few details I had were lining up. I decided I should stop in the café next time I saw them having coffee, I was really enjoying listening to their stories. When I got home, I ran to my bedroom and wrote all the new information in my notebook.
Bug has Some Questions of his Own
School was starting in a week, Kyle and Murph had started football practice. So, Bug and I were hanging out on our own. We went for a swim in the pond and headed up to the shed, Bug pulled out the Playboys right away and started to flip through the pages. I was actually reading one of the articles, as I was becoming interested in different writing styles.
I felt Bug looking at me and I looked at him as he asked, “So you really don’t like looking at these naked women?”
I said, “Well, not really. They are very attractive, but they just don’t turn me on like they do you.”
He said, “And you liked sucking Kyle’s and Murph’s dick? And kissing a guy?”
I sighed, “Well, yes, and I liked getting mine sucked too.”
Bug chuckled, “Who doesn’t like that? So, what is it like?”
I asked, “What is what like?”
He looked at the floor, and said, “Kissing a guy.”
I paused a minute, “Have you ever kissed a girl?”
He nodded, “Sure.”
I said, “It’s just like that I guess.”
He asked, “And the sucking part?”
I wasn’t sure how to answer, “It’s kind of hard to explain.”
Bug looked at the floor again, “What would you say if I told you that I wanted to try it?”
I asked, “The kissing or the sucking?”
He blushed, “If you promise not to tell… maybe both.”
I asked, “Are you sure?”
He nodded.
I looked at his crotch and saw the outline of his hard dick stretched down his leg. I moved next to him and put my hands on his face and pulled him close as he brought his lips to mine. We pressed together and I pushed my tongue past his lips as he followed my lead. He reached down to rub my hard cock through my jeans, and I did the same to him. We stood and stripped each other as we continued our kiss.
I pulled back and asked, “Are you ok?”
Bug sighed, “Yeah, I think so. You’re a better kisser then Jenny Miller”
I chuckled, “Thanks.”
He asked, “Can I suck you now?”
I shrugged, “Sure, if you really want to. Just remember to watch the teeth.”
Bug looked down at my hard cock and back at me, he looked a little unsure.
I said, “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. You can stop at any time if it gets to be too much.”
He went to his knees and licked the head of my dick, then wrapped his lips around me and sucked me into his mouth until he gagged.
I said, “Just take it slow you don’t have go all the way at once, just keep your lips tight and go up and down a little bit.”
He soon got the hang of it and was sucking like a pro, I felt my nuts tighten and I was getting close.
I panted, “Bug, I’m getting close, if you don’t want a mouth full of cum you better stop.”
I felt his lips tighten around my cock and he pulled me deeper into his mouth. I thought ok, I guess you want it all and I started to shoot down his throat. He held on tight and took the whole load, with only a small drop leaking from the corner of his mouth. He swallowed hard as he stood up and I leaned in for another kiss, tasting my own cum.
I asked, “So, how was it?”
He said, “Not too bad. I’m not sure I want to do that all the time, but it wasn’t horrible.”
I reached down to his still hard dick, “You’re still turned on, I should return the favor.”
I went to my knees and tried to get him in my mouth, only succeeding in getting just past the massive head. I fondled his balls with one hand and stroked the base of cock with other while sucking on the head. I had wanted to be in this position since the first time I saw him naked and now I was thinking maybe it was too big. I hoped I was giving him pleasure. My question was soon answered when he let out a grunt and filled my mouth with a hot load of cum. I kept a little bit in my mouth and stood to kiss Bug; I pushed the cum into his mouth.
We broke our kiss as he looked at me, he asked, “Was that my cum?”
I nodded, “Yes, what do you think?”
Bug said, “It tastes a little bit different than yours.”
We sat back down, I asked, “Who was better, me or Kyle?”
He shrugged, “Kyle went deeper, but I liked it better when you swirled your tongue around the head.”
I chuckled “Yeah, that thing is too big for me to go any deeper. Did you like sucking me or getting sucked better?”
He thought a minute, “It felt good while you were sucking me, but I don’t think I have the urge to go suck anyone else off.”
I laughed, “Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone how good you are at it.”
We promised each other once again not to share our secret, not even with Kyle and Murph.
High School Begins
We were now officially in high school, and a few weeks in, we were all finding where we fit in. Murph and Kyle were the jocks of course, Bug was in band and chorus and was really a very good sax player, I was the nerd that liked English and reading and got good grades. Kyle was one of the guys that could fit in most groups, he was a jock, he got good enough grades to hang with us nerds and had a nice singing voice as well. Since I was friends with Murph and Kyle I was lucky enough to not be picked on by the jocks, so I actually enjoyed high school.
I soon found myself working on the school newspaper and yearbook staff. My first assignment was to cover the football games. My teacher taught a few of us how to operate a camera so there were three of us covering each game. Each of us took pictures from different areas of the field. I was responsible for writing up the article that would accompany the photos in the school paper. The team was doing really well this year, and I was happy to watch Kyle and Murph play. I had even started to get along better with my dad. Although he was disappointed that I didn’t play, he was proud of the way that I covered the games.
I was still stopping down at the newspaper office to talk to Mr. Johnson to continue my research on Walter and Ellis. I started to show him my stories for the school paper and ask for any tips he had to offer.
He said, “These are really good photos, and your write ups are nicely done too, Mike.”
I smiled, “Thanks Mr. Johnson.”
He asked, “How would you like to be my school news reporter?”
My eyes went wide, “You mean you want to put my articles in your paper?”
He nodded, “Yes, that is what I mean. Look, there is always something going on at school and I don’t always have time to cover it like I should. I will talk to your teacher to make sure we aren’t breaking any rules, so that you can use the same stories for both papers. I can even pay you for your work, it won’t be a lot, but it will give you a little spending money.”
I couldn’t contain my excitement, I said, “That would be great Mr. Johnson, I can’t wait to get started.”
I wrote a couple of stories a week for Mr. Johnson. I was not only reporting on sporting events, but I was also writing about school plays and band concerts. I was sure I found my life’s passion and couldn’t wait to read my articles in both the school paper and the Westburg Reporter. That was when I decided that I would go to college to get my degree in journalism.
Kyle and I continued to see each other and were able to keep our relationship to ourselves. Neither of us were ready to tell our families and if any of our classmates found out, I had no idea what would happen. We had settled into our own interests and were no longer spending much time at the shed. I guess I should say that all four of us weren’t spending time in the shed. Kyle and I would still use the shed for our time together.
Bug had become a big hit in the band with his sax playing and he was also learning the guitar, which he also turned out to be damn good at. He and Jenny Miller had been dating for a little over a year. Murph, of course, was dating the head cheerleader. I was happy for them both, and I was glad for the memories that I had from when we were younger. I kept myself occupied writing my stories for the papers and was still searching for any information on Walter and Ellis.
Good Friends say Goodbye
We made it to our senior year, and all were beginning to make plans for college. Bug was headed to Tennessee State University in Nashville; he wanted to be in a music city. Murph got a scholarship to play football at Oklahoma State and wanted to go into coaching after college. Kyle’s dad had taken a job in Ohio and Kyle was going to go to Ohio State to be closer to his family. I was headed to the University of Memphis, I liked their journalism department, both my high school teacher and Mr. Johnson told me they had a very good program.
A few weeks before graduation, Kyle and I were at the shed having one of our long talks, knowing that our time together was coming to an end.
Kyle asked, “Are you going to keep looking for Walter?”
I nodded, “Yeah, I have to. I need to know what happened to him and Ellis.”
He sighed, “I’m sure going to miss you.”
I smiled, “I’m going to miss you too.”
Up to this point, Kyle and I had not gone any further than kissing and sucking each other.
Kyle leaned over to give me a kiss. He took a deep breath and asked, “Do you remember that entry in the journal when Walter and Ellis… went all the way?”
I nodded, “Yeah. What about it?”
He turned to look me in the eye, “I think I would like to see what it feels like.”
I asked, “Really? Are you sure?”
He nodded, “Yes, I have even been practicing with an old hairbrush that mom threw away. I brought some Vaseline along tonight in case you wanted to try.”
I said, “Sure, if you really want to.”
Kyle answered by removing his clothes; I quickly began to strip too. We kissed as we lay down on the blanket. We moved to suck each other until we were both close to cuming. Kyle sighed and handed me the Vaseline he brought along with him. I asked once again if he was sure. Kyle coated my rock-hard member with the Vaseline to give me his answer. He coated his hole too and rolled onto his back with his legs up in the air. I positioned myself and Kyle gave me a nod and a smile. I slowly began to push in, watching Kyle’s facial expressions to gauge when I should push further. He had me pause when my cock head breached his sphincter. Kyle loosened the grip he had on my hips and nodded to give me permission to proceed.
I watched his eyes roll back in his head as I bottomed out. The expression on his face turned to pleasure and I started to pump in and out. I leaned down for a kiss as Kyle grabbed my ass and pulled me in as deep as I could go.
He panted, “Oh God Mike, this feels amazing.”
I felt his body tense up and breathing increase. Kyle’s cock exploded sending his seed all over our stomachs. His ass muscles constricting around my dick pushed me over the edge and I filled his hole with my love juices. We kissed until my deflating cock slipped from Kyle’s ass.
He smiled, “That was so much better than the brush.”
I chuckled, “Yeah, it was pretty good for me too.”
We cleaned up, sat and talked for another hour. I knew most high school romances rarely lasted after graduation, I guess ours would be no different. While it didn’t make saying goodbye any easier, we both knew it was for the best.
The week before graduation we all met for the last time at the shed, we talked about all the fun we had over the years. Since we were all over 18, we brought some beer so that we could toast each other and promised that we would keep in touch. We all knew that after one or two letters and maybe a phone call, we probably wouldn’t see each other until our five- or ten-year class reunion.
To be Continued…
