The Ma-ma's Boy

It was supposed to be derogatory term, said in a way to disparage someone. It was an insinuation of a boy being weak, a sissy. That he might be gay. It was a term Jordan had heard far too often. As a young child his Aunts and Uncles said it derisively, telling his mother she was pampering the boy too much. Then his cousins began to repeat it. When his father made him join a Minor League baseball team, the one sponsored by Kelly Chevrolet, he struggled to understand the rules and struggled harder to learn to watch the ball, to know when to swing. He sucked at the game and truth be told, didn’t want to play. In the dugout after he had struck out twice in their first game, the only girl on the team threw the first volley.

“You’re such a ma-ma’s boy. You suck” she uttered. Just behind her stood an assistant coach and Jordan saw the expression on his face. A look of contempt, not at Mary, but aimed at him. It went on for two more weeks, his striking out, the other kids in the dugout calling him names and his father refusing to let him quit. Finally, his mother stepped in and he no longer had to play that stupid game or hear the insults herald at him during them.

Over the next few years he kept to his few close friends, avoided all sports, doing the bare minimum in P.E.  And during the day at school he endured the taunts.

“Ma-ma’s boy.”

“Sissy.”

“Fag.”

During seventh grade and the summer before his eighth, fate stepped in, some repressed gene was triggered, and the boy who was average in height, the one picked on during recesses, or in the parking lot at church, grew up. He outgrew the jeans he wore twice over the year. Same with his shoes. His long sleeve shirts were no longer long sleeved. He went from four foot nine to five foot ten, and he kept growing till by the time he arrived in ninth grade he was six foot two. He towered over the other boys.

The taunts subsided, grew more infrequent, and those hurled his way were done behind his back. But he began to lash out over the last year, hurling his own insults, and when one boy or another acted like they wanted to fight, Jordan put them on the ground begging him to stop.

Jordan knew he shouldn’t do it. It made him no better than them. His mother came to the school, apologizing for his behavior, letting the principle punish him as she saw fit. He had detention for weeks on end and used it to study in peace. The principle, after releasing him from detention one day, closed the door and spoke frankly to him.

“I know what is going on. I know from reports from elementary school, the boys picked on you and…”

“Girls too” Jordan interjected.

The principled nodded, then continued. “Look Jordan, we are trying to stop this kind of bullying. It’d help if students came forward, told us when it occurs. But you can’t lash out like you’ve been doing.”

“I know.”

“I have no doubt you understand. You’re a bright kid. Your grades are good. You have to make peace with yourself and not let the other kids get under your skin.”

There seemed to be a truce among the students. It helped that three of the worst bullies were expelled for a week. That fall finished with a no more taunts or bullying toward Jordan, but he felt the stares and the talking behind his back.

And he remembered the words used to describe him. He knew at some level they were right. He did lean on his mother far more often than his father. She provided him a comforting word when none were offered from anyone else. And he knew the worst word, the one most derogatory, meant to hurt the most, was the one with the most truth. A truth he initially didn’t want to accept. But he had seen how the others reacted when he stood up to them. When he took full control and dominated them, made them cry ‘uncle’ and plead for mercy. He saw how it scared them. Made them uncomfortable that the boy they had pegged as being weak, turned out not to be so. The opposite, in fact.

He understood himself by fourteen, knew he was different from the other boys in his class. He didn’t want to pick on the girls, flirt with them, or try to kiss them. He found no desire in it. What he desired was other boys. Jason in tenth grade with his floppy head of blonde hair and blue eyes. Zach and Bryan in eleventh grades, one with jet black hair and the other with brown hair that revealed a red tint in the sunlight. Then there were the senior boys. More mature, some with goatees or beards, and they grew taller, filled out across the chest with muscles growing more defined, shaping their bodies into men.

At home one Sunday morning he told his parents he was gay. Then stood his ground waiting to see his father’s reaction. It surprised him when he saw their looks, this acknowledgment of something already known.

“We love you, son” his mother had replied after an awkward silence.

At school the next morning, only two weeks away from summer, he stood in his first period class, the one he thought his teacher would be the most understanding, and announced he was gay. He said it like a threat, ready to react to the first taunt or derisive comment. He heard the scrape of a chair across the floor, the whispers in back and his teacher clearing her throat then asking him to sit down so class could start.

Word spread quickly through the school, till even the upper classmen knew by day’s end. He expected taunts and snide comments, especially from the older boys. And he did receive behind his back slurs. But on the bus going home that afternoon, two of the seniors called him to the back of the bus and had him sit in front of them. They questioned him on his announcement and asked if anyone had bullied him, then they fell into the usual banter. He realized they didn’t really care. They were just curious, and just as quickly onto some other topic.

Jordan grew taller, his body began to fill out, show some definition. By his senior year he was six foot five and weighed one eighty-six. At school he kept up his stoic and fearless façade. It kept the other boys in line. The three who liked to bully others avoiding him the most, scurrying away like rats whenever they saw him coming. The girls puzzled him, the way they still wanted to hang out with him. But he found it comforting, especially the closeness he developed with three of them. But his most comforting times was with his mom. Lazy afternoons in the swing, one or the other keeping one foot on the ground to slowly rock the swing back and forth. Sometimes they sat quietly and watched the sun go down. Sometimes they talked about school, his plans after graduation, and did he feel alone. Sometimes he asked her about her life as a teenager, how she met his father, and did she have regrets. Sometimes they sat next to each other, each with a book turning pages quietly, each lost in their own story.

At night he wondered about the other boys. The ones that seemed to have accepted him, those that didn’t react one way or the other and those that were negative, avoiding any contact with him. There was the often-quoted idea that ten percent of men were gay. He wasn’t sure about that for he doubted if there were 4 or 5 other boys in his grade that were gay. He just couldn’t see it.  Which ones that could be was a fascinating game he liked to play, sometimes with the girls. There was Joey, with his blonde hair and skinny little body who avoided Jordan like the plague, and Chris who had maintained his friendliness toward Jordan, even though never going as far as to be his friend. The girls swore Zeke was because he died his hair, once blonde and another time a red that wasn’t a natural color and because he liked to wear clothes that were revealing, loose tank tops, shirts with see-thru panels and jeans or pants that showed off his round ass. But Jordan knew Zeke, had been friends with him till sixth grade when they drifted apart. Zeke was just alternative, always out to shock. It was a fashion statement, sexual at times, but not about sexuality. But there were others he wondered about but didn’t confess to the girls. Kevin was one to protest too much, always playing macho. Then there was Hector, who had stayed friendly, sometimes sitting with Jordan and the girls, making flirting comments that at times seemed aimed at Jordan more than one of the girls. But Hector was the type of guy so comfortable in his own skin, Jordan knew it was doubtful. Finally, there was Fenton. Quiet to a fault, always standing at the periphery, never the center of attention. And there had been times when he caught Fenton looking at him. Nothing too overt. But it happened enough for him to notice.

Jordan rarely went out on weekends cruising around like the others for he saw no reason to put himself through it. He knew some of the boys, when ganged together, especially if drinking, could be belligerent and he couldn’t be bothered to expose himself to it. He did go out to movies or dinner with his friends and three weeks before graduation he went out with them to see a movie. They hit a late afternoon showing so Rachel could meet up with her boyfriend later. The movie was supposed to be a horror movie, but it was so bad they laughed more often, than not.

After the movie, they parted, each going to their own way. Jordan had parked around the corner from the theater and going to his Tahoe he decided to cruise around. He was in town and hadn’t done it in a long time. Knowing nothing had really changed, he knew he was just killing some time before heading home.

He went into the drive-thru and got a soda. Circling around the building he saw some classmates. They watched him pass, only a few waving as he did. He cruised down Main then out to the park, making the loop around not bothering to stop. Cutting back to the south side of town he pulled into the parking lot of one of the old shopping centers, the one the parking lot went right up to the edge of the road. He coasted into the lot and turned to face the road. He killed the engine and turned the radio down low till it was just background noise. Leaned back he let his mind wander, graduation in three weeks, plans for the summer, then college in the fall. Everything leading to this moment when he would leave and find himself in a better place. One more accepting.

He saw the cars and trucks passing, not paying attention enough to recognized any of them. Three classmates cruised by and he had no recollection of them doing so. Some guys from town passed in a truck waving a flag out the window, and it was only a blur of color he registered. How long he sat there he had no idea, but he noticed when one car cruised by for it hit the brakes, slowed down and turned into the parking lot coming back his way. It was familiar, the little sedan, but in the dark, he couldn’t see it clearly enough to realize who was approaching.

It pulled up next to him and because he sat higher, he couldn’t see across to the driver. The passenger window lowered, and he lowered his own feeling the night air blow in. It was still warm and humid but felt good after riding with the air conditioning blasting from the dash. There was movement inside the car, legs coming over the console then a body dropping down in the passenger seat. It was Owen, one of his classmates.

Owen had been one of the boys who stood at the periphery but wasn’t nearly as shy as Fenton. He was easy in his manner but not very outgoing. He was one of those boys that seemed to always be around but never the center of attention. Jordan didn’t really know him as well as the others, for Owen had moved to their community four years ago. He wasn’t one to avoid him nor one to engage him in conversation.

Jordan had once wondered about Owen till he saw him with Elisa. He wasn’t sure, but he had thought they were still dating.

“Owen?”

“Hey, Jordan. What are doing sitting out here alone?”

“Well, you know. I’m not the most liked guy in school.”

A nervous laugh from Owen, “I guess.”

“What’s up?” Jordan asked, pushing to find out what Owen was up to.

“Nothing much…just cruising around.”

“I thought you were dating Elisa.”

“Oh, Elisa…no, not for a few months now.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I broke up with her.  I saw you circle the drive-in. Why didn’t you stop?”

“You’re kidding right? I saw who was parked out back. No way.”

“They’re not all bad.”

“Maybe not, but the ones who are makeup for the others.”

Owen made no kind of response and Jordan let the silence build between them, expecting Owen to tell him goodbye and drive off. But Owen didn’t. He sat there watching other cars and trucks go by, till the road was clear.

“Hey, can we talk?” Owen asked finally breaking the silence.

“Yeah, shoot.”

“No, not here.”

“Where?”

“Will you get in with me? I’ll drive us around.”

Jordan wondered if it was some trap, if Owen would lure him to some place where the assholes of their class could be laying in wait. But looking at Owen, it was something different. Something anxious and unsure of himself.

“Yeah, sure.”

Jordan raised the window, climbed out and locked the doors hoping the truck would be safe, left in this particular parking lot. Owen was back behind the wheel as he slid down in the car, putting the seat back all the way. Owen eased back onto the road and it was soon apparent they were not going to the drive-thru, or the park, or anywhere else others would be hanging out. They drove out toward the west side of town, crossed the railroad tracks and out past the farm supply store. He didn’t ask where they were heading, for he saw how Owen was driving. Cautious, both hands on the wheel. He looked nervous and kept his eyes straight ahead on the road.

“You okay?” asked Jordan.

“I don’t know” Owen replied in a tone Jordan wondered whether, or not to push.

They passed the mechanic shops and small factory buildings that sat at the edge of town, continuing out Buchanan Drive.

“The seed place is out here isn’t it? The one your folks own?”

“Yes.”

“You want to tell me what’s up?”

“Not yet.”

Jordan didn’t push it, instead sat silently as Owen drove out to Harrison Lane, turned left and after a quarter mile turned into Barringer Seed & Fertilizer. Pulling up to the gate, Owen rummaged in the console, pulled out a remote causing the gate to slide open.

“You got security?”

“Only if someone breaks inside and there is no one on the grounds.”

Owen drives past the office, circles around the fertilizer shed and to a large parking area that sat along an open dock for the building. He pulled up toward the dock and shut off the car.

Jordan wondered when Owen was going to tell him why they were here, wondering about his motives from his anxious mannerism. He heard Owen take a deep breath and twist his hands on the steering wheel then let go, sitting back in his seat. He stared out the side window not looking Jordan’s way.

“You know some of the guys still call you a ma-ma’s boy.”

Jordan scoffed, shook his head then laughed out loud.

“Well, I guess I am a ma-ma’s boy. But they better not say it to my face.”

“Oh, they won’t. They are scared to death of you.”

Jordan waited, let the silence linger looking out of the corner of his eye at Owen fidgeting with some buttons on his shirt. Eventually Owen faced forward.

“How did you know?”

There it was, the question Jordan had been waiting for, although it was not the one expected.

“What do you mean?”

“Please, Jordan. Don’t make this hard. How did you know you liked…”

“Other guys?”

Jordan watched the silhouette of Owen’s head nod.

“I just did. I never felt any real attraction toward any of the girls.”

“Nothing?”

“I saw their beauty. I understood this sexual aspect they possessed sooner than most of the guys, but a real sexual attraction. No. Why Owen, do you feel something toward some of the guys?”

“I don’t know.”

“Don’t know, or afraid to admit?”

“Have you ever had sex with a guy?”

“No, not yet. Have you?”

Owen nodded his head as he struggled to control his breathing.

“At Fenton’s party last month, Kevin and I…we ended up in a bedroom upstairs. I had just gone up to find a bathroom and ran into him coming out. He…pulled me into the room and killed the lights. He asked if Emily was behind me, that he was hiding from her. He pulled me to sit with him on the bed. It was dark in the room, only light was from that security light at their garage shining through the window. And…”

“And?”

“He touched me, and I let him. Then he got me to touch him. We didn’t really do anything; not really. We just jerked each other off, is all.”

“Wow, Kevin and you. I’m surprised. Not so much about Kevin, but I am surprised it was with you.”

“You won’t tell, will you?”

“No, of course not. But do you now think about it?”

“Yes…all the time. You wonder what it would be like to go further? Do more?”

Jordan felt hot, the interior of the car stifling. He wanted out and he suddenly considered what lay at his feet. What Owen was suggesting.

“Let’s get out of the car.”

Jordan went up to the dock and easily hopped up, twisting around as he did, and sat on its edge. Owen came up, leaned against it only a foot away.

“If someone was willing to have sex with you, how far would you go?”

Owen rocked back and forth, the in a low voice, barely audible he finally answered.

“I don’t know. I guess I would do whatever they wanted.”

Sitting silently, Jordan toyed with his cock through his jeans, imaging getting Owen out of his clothes. He pictured Owen between his legs sucking his cock, then he imaged Owen letting him fuck him. He felt his cock begin to grow erect. It was painful the way it was trapped in his jeans. ‘Fuck it’ he thought as he undid them, raised his ass and slipped them down and over his knees. Owen jerked back a little then watched the jeans and boxers fall down his legs bunching up around his ankles. Jordan wanted Owen to watch. It made him feel more aroused to see Owen looking down toward his feet where he kicked off each shoe, then worked each foot free, letting everything drop to the ground. Naked from the waist down, he spread his legs till his right knee bumped Owen on the arm.

“Is this okay?” Jordan asked as he manipulated his cock, tugged on it feeling it grow harder. It elongated, stretched out to its full length, thick in his hand.

Owen nodded his head as he turned toward Jordan. The lone security light across the parking lot was enough to illuminate Jordan’s front, the white shirt that seemed to glow in the dim light and his naked lower body, with his cock angled up hard.

“You want to touch me?”

Owen nodded his head again and Jordan let go of his cock, leaning back on his both hands, his torso stretched out, his cock fully visible. He watched the tentative hand reach out, slowly, till it was resting on his thigh. It moved upward, sliding around it till he felt fingers graze his nuts, push against them. Then fingers moved up on his cock, encircled it and stroked it awkwardly.

“Yeah, that feels good” Jordan whispered sitting back up. He put one hand on the side of Owen’s face then moved it upward combing fingers through the thick black hair. Pushing back till his hand was moving over the back of Owen’s head and he closed it into a fist grasping him by the hair. Owen whimpered as he tugged his head back.

“Do you want me?”

“YYyyeeesss.”

Jordan pulled him forward, pulled till Owen’s face was up to his crotch. He felt the exhale of warm breath just before he felt the wet tongue touch his cock. He pulled Owen closer. “Take me” he uttered as he used his other hand to wipe his cock across Owen’s face. He rubbed it over each cheek, then below his nose, finally across the lips. They parted, letting the head of his cock slip through and he pulled Owen’s head down on it further. “Suck it.”

Leaning back on his elbows, Jordan watched the dark silhouette of Owen’s head move up and down on his cock. It was in rhythm to the sensations he felt, the wet enveloping of his cock, the swirl of tongue over the head and the drag of lips locked tightly around it as they moved up and down. Owen was awkward, never able to fall into a smooth rhythm but for Jordan it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the way it felt, the stimulation, till he was fighting the urge to pump his hips upward. He undid the buttons of his shirt and let it fall open, exposing his torso. The warm night air felt good against his skin. He felt even better when Owen ran a hand up his stomach and over his chest.

Jordan closed his eyes and let the sensations overcome him. Owen on his cock, mouth working up and down. It pushed his arousal till his cock ached for release. He sat up and slide his fingers through Owen’s hair, balled his fist up then pushed down as he felt the surge of release. He held Owen on his spurting cock, as wad after wad filled the boy’s mouth. He felt him struggle at first then swallow, once, twice, three times. Letting go, he felt those lips move along his sensitive cock, the tongue swirl around the head making him shudder. Fingers grasp the base of it and milked out the last of his load.

“Okay…stop, stop…PLEASE” Jordan exclaimed when Owen licked off the last drop. Leaning on his elbows, he saw Owen step back and could tell he was once again acting anxious. He knew Owen was wondering if this was going to be it. “Owen, come up here on the dock” he whispered as he stood.

Owen went down to the metal stair and walked toward Jordan. A few feet away Jordan threw up a hand motioning him to stop.

“Take off your clothes.”

Owen removed his shirt revealing the lean boyish torso beneath. Jordan has not considered how young he looked, less mature, less masculine than himself. Owen was popular, played baseball and hung out with the jocks, so Jordan was surprised by Owen’s build, one he had not seen before. Owen bent and removed his shoes and socks, then he stood and undid his jeans. Jordan noticed a hesitation, a look up to see if he was watching. The jeans were spread open, pushed down and each leg slipped free. Beneath were dark colored boxers, nothing of what was beneath was revealed. Nothing tantalizing in a bold display. Owen slipped them down and bent to slip them off each leg. When he stood Jordan saw him fully, naked from head to foot. His cock was flaccid, and Jordan knew he was still too anxious, too worried about what was going to happen, if anything. He moved close to Owen, held him by the chin raising his head up and kissed him. He knew he was pushing it, might be going too far, for the kiss could be considered too gay. It was one thing to experiment with sex. It was another to show intimacy.

Owen kissed him back, open mouth, sucking in his exhale. Pulling back, Jordan eased to his knees, rubbing his hands down Owen’s side. He felt the smooth soft skin, and the firmness underneath. He felt the slight shivering of the body. Reaching in front he toyed with Owen, tugged gently on the nuts, tugged on the cock, toyed with the head till he felt it respond, grow thicker, elongate in his hand. Then he bent forward and took it in his mouth.

He thought about how Owen did him, moving those lips up and down his cock. He remembered what he had seen online, on gay porn sites and how guys sucked each other. And he pushed his mouth down Owen’s growing erection till his nose was pressed into the firm flat abdomen. Owen swelled quickly; any hesitation gone as soon as he took him. Owen thickened till his mouth was full of cock. He worked his lips along its length and felt it flex on his tongue.

Owen moaned, cried out when he tongued the head and he knew he wouldn’t last long. He pulled off and stood, really sensing his taller height. Seven or eight inches taller than Owen. He thought of Emily and Justin, Emily so petite Justin towered over her even though he was only five-eleven or so. He thought about how Emily seemed to almost disappear within Justin’s arms, cocooned in his embrace, and he wondered how Owen would feel wrapped up in his arms.

“Wwwhy did you stop?” Owen asked, the disappointment evident in his voice.

“It’s too soon” Jordan responded as he took him by the shoulders and gently turned him around.

“What are you doing?” Owen asked, although Jordan thought it obvious and he couldn’t help but to smile at how Owen turned so willingly even as he asked the question.

Down on his knees once again, Jordan pushed Owen to bend over as he pressed his mouth to the cleft between Owen’s round ass cheeks. Owen shuddered and cried out when his tongue dragged up along that most private place. Owen nearly fell over when he tongued the tight rosebud of the opening to the boy’s hole. He tongued it till it was wet, dripping with his salvia and Owen was muttering unintelligibly.

He eased back on his feet, his own cock so hard, his arousal so great he was leaking, and he leaned over the Owen, pressed his chest to the small back as he pressed his cock to that wet hole.

“Jordan…I don’t know?” Owen whispered.

“You want me to stop?”

After a silence that seemed far too long, Owen whispered “No”.

Jordan pushed against Owen’s tightness, telling him to relax, to push back. Asked him didn’t he want it as he felt the resistance. He pushed again and felt his cock squeeze through the tightness. Owen shivered as he penetrated him, sank cock into him slowly, inch by inch. He bearhugged him, put one arm around his neck and began to move his hips back and forth, slowly, gently, feeling the tightness tug at his cock.

It seemed to take forever but suddenly Owen was pushing back on his cock, his mutterings louder, telling him to do it, to fuck him. He stood, hands holding Owen’s narrow waist and he fucked. Full deep penetrations then the pull outward. He used the full length of his cock, sank into Owen’s depths as far as he could. As Owen loosened to him, took him with ease, begging him to fuck harder, he increased his pace. He fucked till Owen’s voice reverberated with the rough rocking of his body. He built up a steady rhythm, hips smacking against ass, louder and louder. Only Owen’s cries were louder.

Jordan never felt so aroused. Never realized how good it could feel. He wanted it to last. He wanted to cum. Desires so intertwined he couldn’t think straight. He leaned against Owen’s back and fucked to cum, grinding his hips against him. He piston his cock inside Owen faster and faster till he wondered how long he could take it. Owen’s hands touched his thighs, the fingers digging into the flesh. It spurned him onward, made him fuck harder. He drove into Owen till it was too late.

“I’m going to cum” he uttered, as he pushed into Owen’s depths. He couldn’t stop, couldn’t will himself to last longer. He pushed inward till he rocked Owen forward, and shuddered with release. He kept working his hips, pushing his spurting cock through his load. When he was spent, he slowly, painfully, eased his cock inward and out a few times savoring the feel of it, this release and the way it made him sensitive to every touch. Then he eased out of Owen.

He turned Owen to face him, guided him down on the dock  on his back. Owen looked confused, not sure what he was doing. He had to knock his hand away from his own cock, telling him no. He moved over the him, took his cock and eased down on it. He pushed through the tightness, the pain, and sank his ass on Owen’s cock. It let it fill his hole; penetrate his depths as he ground his ass down on Owen’s abdomen.

He took his cock and stroked it in rhythm to his movements. The up and down of his ass, taking Owen into his hole, the fullness of it, stretching him open. He wanted it, this connection between them.

At first, Owen seemed to be in a trance, just lying there letting him do as he wished, then he began to push upward. Jordan felt the way Owen tried to get deeper inside him. He felt the rhythmic movement of the hips below him. Then he felt a hand knock his own away and take his cock, stroke it roughly as cock sank into his ass. His body grew hot, feverish, sweat breaking out on his torso, and trickled down in his face. His legs burned with his exertion, and he heaved for breath. Owen sat up, keeping his cock in a tight hold, and hugged their bodies together with his other arm. He felt the hot body against his own, skin sliding slickly against each other. Owen’s hot exhales hit his chest, followed by soft kisses, the rake of tongue that moved to his left nipple.  He shuddered when he felt it rake over the hard nub, then lips press over it putting a suction against it.

“Bite it” Jordan urged Owen as he held the boy’s head against his nipple. Teeth took the hard nub and bit, and he shivered from the pain. It coursed through him making his cock flex in the tight grip. Then he felt his cock pressed against Owen’s chest. Felt it rub across slick skin. He shuddered and bucked against the boy, rocked his hips and moved up and down faster, dragging his cock up and down Owen’s chest while working his ass on the boy’s cock. Owen’s tongued dragged over the center of his chest, then there was hot exhales of breath and utterances he couldn’t make out. Owen tightened his embrace then cried out.

Jordan kept moving on Owen’s cock as it ejaculated, flexing each time within him. He rose and fell on it till Owen begged him to stop. As Owen shuddered against him, he came. He felt his cock erupt as it slid down Owen’s chest. The smell of it rose up between them and Owen shuddered again and pushed him off.

Lying on the hard-concrete dock he saw Owen looking at him, leaned back on his hands, cock going flaccid and cum trickling down his chest. Owen raked some of it up with his finger and licked it off making the two of them burst out laughing.

“Nasty fuck” Jordan uttered as he rolled to his feet. “It’s getting late and we should go.”

All day on Sunday, Jordan thought about it. He fought the urge to masturbate, getting aroused every time he thought of Owen sucking his cock, or taking his fuck, or he riding on Owen’s cock till they both came. By that night he couldn’t hold back any longer, spewing a load over his chest and stomach.

At school the next Monday, he wondered how Owen would act. At first, it seemed as if everything was back to the normal routine of Owen ignoring him, afraid to look him in the eye but between first and second period, passing in the corridor, Owen looked up and smiled. It made him laugh, this mischievous smile on such an innocent face. And it occurred nearly ever time they crossed paths. Owen didn’t engage him in conversation, but that smiled said it all.

The week was progressing as usual, classes preparing for final exams, teachers trying to get them to focus for one more exam, and everyone getting more and more excited as graduation neared. Wednesday afternoon, Jordan went to his locker for his science textbook for fifth period and found Owen standing at it.

“What’s up?” Jordan asked, keeping up their charade.

“I think you dropped this after fourth period” Owen replied holding out a small brown bag with the top folded over and stabled.

Jordan knew it was bullshit that the bag was his, but he also knew not to question it. It was obvious Owen was trying to pass something to him. “Thanks” he replied taking the bag. Owen turned and walked away heading to his fifth period class.

In the classroom, seated in his usual place he eased the bag open and saw it held a note and a small white device, something that resembled his mother’s garage door opener. He knew immediately it was to the gate at Owen’s parent’s seed store. He opened the note, careful not to let anyone see it.

Can you meet me tonight? At 8 pm? Text me at ___-______ to let me know. 

It was a bit risky, getting his parents not to question where he was going on a weeknight then wanting to stay out till late. And there was the fact it would still be light at eight, the days getting longer and longer. He didn’t know if any of the businesses around the property stayed open late and if they did, could they see the dock? It was enclosed by a chain link fence which provided no privacy, but shrubs and trees grew thickly along it.

“Rachel.”

“Yes, Jordan?”

“If I needed you to lie for me, say…tell my parents if they call, I’m at your house studying, would you?”

“What? What are you up to?”

“Come on, Rachel, please don’t ask for details. Not yet. But would you?”

She smiled at him, knowing something was up. It was the first time he had every asked for such a favor, something she and her friends had done more than once. “Sure, Jordan, no problem.”

Around seven Jordan told his mom he was going to Rachel’s to study and went into his room to change. A t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts and nothing underneath. He felt his cock against the soft fabric, lose, freely moving about and wondered if he could make it without getting an erection. He doubted it. He picked up his backpack to make it look good and headed out.

He arrived at the seed store a little before eight, eased his Tahoe up to the gate and used the remote, and watched the gate slide open. He eased into the deserted lot, wondering if Owen was here. A glance in the mirror to make sure the gate was closing behind him he drove toward the back. Circling the fertilizer shed he saw an old truck. Basic white model, twenty years old or older. It sat low and its faded white paint showed it had been well used. As he neared it Owen’s head was visible through the open window.

He saw the scratches, especially along the top of the bed, the bent antenna and the missing nameplate on the front fender and wondered why Owen was driving this old thing. He opened the passenger door and understood why. There was a vinyl bench  seat spanning the cab. Owen was dressed in cargo shorts and a t-shirt and he wondered if there was underwear underneath them. He’d find out soon enough.

Sitting on the passenger side, door closed, he looked over and saw Owen had some of the anxiousness from before. Not as bad, but it was there. Looking around, able to see what their surroundings were like, he saw nothing along the fence but shrubs and trees. A few roof tops were visible above, but no windows overlooking the lot. Owen sat quietly, barely moving, when he turned toward him, left knee up on the seat, legs spread and began to openly toy with himself.

“Owen.”

“Yes, Jordan.”

“Strip.”

“Huh…” Owen replied looking surprised, then he smiled, nodding his head. Leaning forward, he pulled his t-shirt off. He undid his shorts, raised his ass and slipped them off, along with the boxers underneath. Sitting naked, his cock half hard, Jordan smiled at him, realizing Owen was more comfortable this time. More at ease allowing himself to become aroused.

Jordan slid over closer and took Owen in hand. He toyed with Owen’s cock, tugged on it, stroked the shaft as it grew erect. He rubbed the head till he heard the stifled cry and saw the shuddering body. He leaned over and took Owen in his mouth, slipped his lips all the way down it, till he felt pubes against his nose. He inhaled Owen’s scent then moved upward till he could toy with the head. Owen pushed his head down to make him stop, pushed down till his nose was buried in those pubes once again. He would bring Owen off first this time, let him know this was not just about his own pleasure.

Owen quickly grew fully erect, his cock filling Jordan’s mouth. Jordan rose up, worked Owen around, put the right knee of the seat spreading his legs, then Jordan dove down between them. He tongued the sac, moved those nuts around in it, then took one in his mouth and tugged on it till Owen shivered and pushed up with his hips. He dragged his tongue along the hard cock, felt the smooth tube of flesh against his tongue, then the flared head where he traced its shape and licked at the slit. Owen cried out and told him to stop, begged, pleaded with him to stop. He put his lips around that sensitive head and pushed down taking Owen in his mouth again.

All too soon, Owen was trying to push upward, put one hand on Jordan’s head holding him in place. Then he came, spurting thick wads into Jordan’s mouth till it was full making his swallow.

Owen leaned against the door panting, his cock still hard, glistening wetly in the late light of the day. Jordan opened the door and stood by the truck. He pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it on the dash. He pushed the gym shorts down, working them over his cock till they fell to his ankles. He stepped out of them and placed them with the shirt. Naked, cock half hard, he stood in the open door and stroked it, Owen’s eyes following his hand. He was soon fully erect, and he leaned into the truck, grabbed Owen by the legs and dragged him across the seat till he was on his back and each leg was against his chest.

“Jordan?” Owen whimpered as if he wasn’t sure but when Jordan raked his cock up and down that bare smooth ass, up and down along that dark line that led to that tight rosebud, Owen threw his head back and moaned. He rubbed his cock over the Owen’s tightness, worked his cock over it till he was leaking. He pushed his wet cock against Owen, rubbed it with small circular motions till Owen was wet.

“You want me to stop?”

“Fuck no…Jordan…do it. Stick me” Owen uttered as he took his own cock and began to stroke it, his hand moving wetly up and down.

Jordan pushed against Owen’s tightness till he felt the head of his cock squeeze through it. He eased into Owen, inch after inch, watching Owen shake. He kept pushing till his hips pushed against Owen’s ass and he held still for a moment. Then he fucked. Slowly at first, pulling nearly free, then pushing back in, over and over and over. Owen grunted when he sank all the way into him, shuddered as he piston his cock inside him. As Owen loosened to his fuck, he increased his pace till the seat squeaked and Owen’s moans reverberated through the hot humid air.

Owen slid away from him as he hammered his hole, so he grabbed each thigh and roughly pulled him back to the edge of the seat and jammed his cock back inside him, all the way, and began to fuck again. He fucked to cum, knowing they didn’t have time to really mess around, to let each fuck take as long as they could endure. He thrust into Owen, smacking his abdomen against Owen’s ass.

Owen began to stroke his own cock. He was leaking so much Jordan could hear the slick hand as if moved up and down rapidly. Owen bucked up, pushed against his thrust inwards. The truck rocked and the seat squeaked as Owen thrashed around. Then he felt it, the way Owen spasm around his cock. He saw Owen go rigid, head thrown back, and cum spattering his chest and stomach.

Then he felt his own need for release, the tightening of his body, this surge running through him. He shoved inward and piston his cock in Owen’s depths till he couldn’t stop. His cock swelled, grew so sensitive he shuddered with every move, and came. He jammed forward with every ejaculation, trying to go deeper, till he couldn’t take it, finally spent and too sensitive to continue. He pulled out, grabbing his clothes as he stepped back.

Owen sat up and watched him dress wishing they had more time.

“Jordan?”

“Yes, Owen.”

“Will you meet me here Friday night?”

“Yes.”

Friday night arrived and Owen had made an appearance at the park, hanging out with his friends. When he saw the Tahoe drive by, he made his excuses. He fought the urge to run to his truck, the old company truck he had driven, telling everyone his car wouldn’t start. A little white lie. He knew where to catch up with that Tahoe and within a few blocks he was behind it.

They drove through town, taking roads less traveled, till they came to the gate. It slid open and the Tahoe followed by the old truck eased into the lot, past the office, around the fertilizer shed and up to the dock.

Jordan wanted tonight to be a bit different. He wanted Owen to take a more dominant lead. He wore gym shorts and a tank top and when he stepped out of the Tahoe, he pulled everything off. He crossed the short distance to the truck naked and saw Owen watching him, at first surprised, then smiling, like a child in a candy store. Sitting in the truck he reached over grabbed Owen by the pant leg and front pocket of his jeans and dragged him across the seat till he was out from behind the steering wheel. Then he climbed on his lap facing him. The cab was suddenly tight, his head nearly touching the top as he ground his ass down then pushed his growing erection against Owen’s chest. He liked the feel of his nakedness against Owen’s clothed body, this notion of submission, where he was naked, vulnerable, Owen’s to do with as he pleased. He felt Owen’s hands on his lower back, then on his ass. Fingers of one hand slipped down between his cheeks and he pushed back against them.

“Yeah…Owen…do it…finger me” Jordan whispered in Owen’s ear as he continued to undulate against him. Those fingers slide down between his cheeks all the way and raked up and down. One pushed against and circled his tight opening, then sank into it making him shiver with the penetration.

“Put another one in me…stretch me open…make me feel it” Jordan uttered in hushed breathless gasps. Another finger stretched him open, pushed through his tightness then sank into his depths. It piston in his hole then pulled out. Three fingers pushed into him. He felt his tightness fight against them, painfully stretching against their penetration. He worked his ass on those fingers then pushed his cock against Owen’s chest feeling it rub over the soft fabric of the shirt.

He sat down on those fingers, the hand pinned underneath him, and began to undo Owen’s shirt till he could spread it open. Then he kissed Owen, moved his body upward dragging his leaking cock over the smooth stomach and chest. It flexed with the stimulation making him moan.

“Take it out” Jordan uttered as he rubbed up against the bare chest feeling Owen’s hot exhalations against his stomach.

Owen fumbled around beneath him and when he eased downward, he finally felt it, hard, pushing against his ass. Owen rubbed it along his ass then pushed it against his opening. He eased down on it, let it stretch him open and penetrate him. He felt the shaft slide through his tightness, the fullness of it as he eased down all the way. Owen grunted when he ground his ass on that cock.

Up and down, slowly at first, Jordan moved on Owen, feeling cock push into his depths. He felt his nakedness, this exposure that revealed all to Owen. His muscular tall body, his stomach tightened up, flat, firm, and his cock, so achingly hard he was leaking, leaving a trail on Owen’s chest. Then he wanted Owen to cum inside him, wanted to pleasure him till he filled his hole. He moved faster, rougher. Owen moaned and grunted as he rode him, worked his body up and down till the muscles in his legs burned with their exertions. And he kept going.

The cab of the truck grew smaller, hotter, his skin sweating. He was panting as he moved on Owen, took him all the way over and over and over. He felt his own need, the need for release and he worked his hips to stimulate his cock more against Owen.

“Fuck” Owen uttered, and Jordan felt fingers dig into each thigh. He rose upward, pushed with his hips sliding his cock higher on Owen’s chest and came. He shuddered with his release as he felt each ejaculation. Then he slowly pumped his cock through his load that trickled down the flat chest.

Owen suddenly became aggressive, pushed him over on the seat and moved between his legs.
One leg on the back of the seat, the other in the footwell, he opened to Owen who pushed cock back inside him. Shoved inward till he felt the fullness of penetration.

“Fuck me, Owen, fuck me hard” Jordan begged him, and Owen rose up over him and began to fuck. A fast, brutal pace that didn’t last long. Couldn’t as aroused as Owen was, and soon he was jabbing at Jordan’s depths, filling his hole with cum.

Summer came to an end, and Owen and Jordan accepted their fate. The going their own way. Their sex had a certain intimacy, but both knew it really wasn’t that serious. They were two gay guys in a small community who found each other and in doing so, discovered what it was like to pleasure another and in turn, give themselves pleasure.

Owen left on a Tuesday giving himself the rest of the week to buy textbooks and get oriented. He was traveling to the next state to attend college, mainly for the course of study, but also to put some distance between him and the community he considered home. Jordan left on Thursday, attending one of the universities in state.

They texted each other, posted in social media images of their dorm rooms and the campus. And they gave each other support, encouragement, for both knew life on campus was going to be different.