The Start

From the Author:

As I write for you I try to give a glimpse of things that could be or will be; maybe things that have happened. The caricatures’ make choices that determine what direction the story takes us; as well as you the reader.

Life is all about choice. Do I ride the bus or drive? Do I stop for a drink after work or just go home? What would have happened had you chosen the other? Life is complicated.

Dean’s POV.

My truck was in the driveway and I figured Jeff had parked it and I sent a, thank you text, to him. It was the least I could do. I sent another to Niki.

“OK. You saw my ass today, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again, I promise. Nothing changed; I’ll see you tomorrow.” I spent an hour and a half on the phone before turning off the light and letting sleep take me.

It was a reoccurring dream. They can’t always see what they need. You can fix a person. ‘Pay it Forward.’ ‘Calling All Angles.’ Don’t leave me alone. Whoever it was; I wouldn’t leave them alone.

Rick’s POV.

I was so… pissed when I pulled in and saw Jeff in the driver’s seat of the white, fuckin, cattle hauler, Dean was driving. OK, it was a truck. Alright! It was a huge truck; a Ford F350 super duty dully, Quad cab, 4by4 diesel. And a lift. Oh, don’t forget the light bar on the front that eclipses the sun. It was a truck for a man with a very little dick. It didn’t fit Dean.

Dean and I walked through the lunch line together and then made our way to the library and the room we had eaten in for weeks. I looked at him sitting across from me. Between us was his cheeseburger with Thousand Island dressing, milk, and powdered Donets sitting in front of him. I couldn’t help but smile. Dean looked at me.

“What??? You eat Pizza every fuckin day. And you look at me like I’m a freak.” All that, he said with his eyes. He could do that.

I looked at him with that question in his eyes and mine started to burn. “Do you want to live alone on that houseboat, Dean?” I asked.

“I said, we: didn’t I?” He started. “Can I tell Jeff about us?” He finished. That was the last thing I thought I’d hear from him and I slugged him right in the face and walked out.

Niki’s POV

OK, never underestimate a farm boy. In the blink of an eye, Jeff produced a blade that looked like a mirror on the back of a bathroom door and laughed at me. I think I came right there on the spot and I’m pretty sure he smelled it.

It the morning I called my boss and told him there had been a miracle, the second coming of Dean. I might have overreacted. I didn’t go into detail but I seemed comfortable saying I thought we were on schedule. And I would know more when Dean came in for practice. I wasn’t ready for him.

He blew into the trailer like a huge gust of wind waving his Red Bull around like a crazy man. “Ok, Niki. Get Elton John on the line. Do you love your job, Niki? Because I’m going to shake shit up: what the fuck; let's go, girl.” And he snapped his fingers at me.

“I don’t have his fuckin number,” I admitted laughing and Dean laughed back.

“Do I have to do everything?” he asked as he scrolled through his phone and raddled off numbers and then said, ‘never mind.’

I watched him having a conversation I couldn’t hear. After some smiling on Dean’s side he ended the call.

“You tell whoever, we’re spending tomorrow night in Vegas and I’m doing a number with Elton John and he’s coming to Florida with us. I need to talk to Dionne Warwick and Stevie Wonder.” He just gobsmacked me and laughed. “We’re doing ‘That’s What Friends Are For’ Another Bonus Track. Can you fuckin believe that?” as he downed the last of his twenty ounces can.”

“Slow down Farmboy,” I said, back peddling.

“Don’t you dare fuckin, ‘Farmboy’” he said backing me up. “Ok, Niki, I’m sorry. I’ve been busy. This is my second Red Bull. Barry and I talked last night and he is on board. Niki? You shouldn’t have sent that to him. It made him cry and worry about me.

Elton is going to do the George Michael song with me. Elton and I are going to do that song with Dionne, Glades, and Stevie. I can’t, fucking, wait.”

Dean’s POV

We landed in Vegas the next afternoon and got our rooms at the Caesars. I had a suite and Niki had a room. I felt bad and offered to share then made a mental note that we would always have adjoining rooms. Elton and I talked and had arranged how I would enter the stage. He would get serious and explain to his audience about the cause and need, then tell how to donate to the Project. He made a spectacle of introducing me and I entered to people on their feet. Other than the first time I had never been in front of a crowd this big.

Niki was right up front with a smile looking so… fuckin hot. Elton and I did Nikita. I sat on the stage with my legs over the edge and sang to her as I saw phones light up. I’d never been in this position before. Never really sang to anyone before. Just so you know; it’s hard to do what I do when you’re sitting down. I managed though switching from rap and then soft sounds with Elton falling right in. It was the same for both shows.

We followed Elton to his room after the last show and autographs. That’s when I realized he had a suite and I had a room. Niki just watched with her smile and I realized how animated I was. I mean; Elton, Fuckin, John. We sat side by side and Niki across from us. She asked for pictures because she was starting a scrapbook for me.

We talked about George and he asked me, ‘Why that song, Dean?’ I explained my philosophy on life and thought everyone should look at it the same way. ‘A Different Corner.’ That’s all it takes to change your life, or keep it on track: a right instead of a left. Who fuckin knows? He laughed and nodded.

I could tell he wanted me to understand George. And I asked about Ryan White. I knew the story; it was coming up on twenty-nine years. Elton wanted to be pissed at me for asking but, he couldn’t. “He saved my life. They both did,” Elton finished.

In the morning we walked into the underground parking garage and a white Rolls’ Royce waited. E knows how to travel. A few hours on the Sony Jet and we landed. A car waited.

‘When you fly like this the normal shit at an airport doesn’t exist.’ Your car pulls up to the plane and you get on. Your shits put on the plane and you take off; just like that.’ Now mind you; none of this happens without, ‘a Niki.’ And she seemed to do it effortlessly.

We landed and there was a long SUV waiting. Elton had refused to stay at Barry’s insisting he was just too fussy. I totally understood. But it was hours before he got back in the car. Imagine Richard Carpenter, Barry Gibb, Elton John, and Dean Cooper. Niki just watched.

Barry rested his hands on my shoulders when we arrived and said, “You look just like him,” talking about his baby brother, Andy.

“I could only wish. He looked just like you,” I told him with a hug. He was soft and smelled so good and I didn’t release my hold before he did.

“Are you OK, Kid?” He asked with one arm over my shoulder and I nodded. “You need to hold something back for yourself, Dean. I have done what you did and you can’t do it again. Do you understand?”

“You don’t know what its like,” I started taking a deep breath. And he looked at me. “I don’t know what the words mean for you, or when you guys were singing them but, they mean so many things to so… many different people. I know shit and when the feeling of those words met the things I know; it just happened.” We were now sitting on a bench.

“I forget Sometimes. You’ve been through so much in a short period of time, Dean. I can’t imagine. I’ve talked to most of your friends from what’s coming out next week; they have nothing but praise for you; don’t ever squander that. But don’t let it go to your head either.” He put both hands on my cheeks and said, “You are the poster boy for what needs to happen.” And we walked back to the others.

Niki just watched us. It wasn’t like we excluded her but she just sat back smiling watching us all together. They talked about me and what was happening; I would do my coy look. We talked together and individually. Richard and his long slender fingers and Elton with his short pudgy fingers playing the piano. Barry played guitar and Dean couldn’t even play the tambourine. It was embarrassing. It’s harder than it looks.

It must have been three in the morning when things broke up. Niki and I had been shown to our rooms and settled before meeting the others back downstairs. The Gibb Estate was on the beach and I reached for Niki’s hand when I turned to the sand and she accepted my offer.

Niki’s POV

I couldn’t believe how this was going. Dean just took it all in stride not knowing anything different. The poor naïve fucker. He sat talking with the fathers of music; the ones that pointed us to where we are today. They all so… wanted him to understand.Yes; I worked for Sony but, I never would meet people like this; not in their home, sure as hell not hosting me. And I didn’t have to wear a coat. Jump up and down.

Dean was so…cute when he ‘head motioned’ to the sand after things broke up.

Our fingers intertwined naturally but, like two shy kids who didn’t know each other at a roller-rink. I leaned close as he kicked his shoes and we walked out to a half moon and could see the ocean. I felt the vibration through Dean’s hand.

“Are you, Ok, farm boy?” I asked, bonking my head off his shoulder. I needed to know but wanted to be light about it. I couldn’t afford him cracking here. Not now. He laughed at my farm boy.

We walked; he smiled at me and said, “It’s so weird. My Grampy’s died before I was born and I’ve been surrounded by old men all night. What do you think that means, Niki?” He asked not expecting an answer and not answering my question.

I have come to realize Dean is very smart and capitalizes on people thinking he isn’t. Beyond that; he is a deep thinker. Beyond that, he had been keeping a schedule that only someone his age, on Red Bulls could. And his resilience recovering from the other night and then to do two shows with Elton last night and be here now, just exemplified that.

Dean released the roller skating hold he had on my hand then pushed his into my right back pocket and pulled me closer with such confidence. I did the same as we walked slowly and a guy in a suit followed about fifty feet behind. I felt kind of sorry for Dean. I knew it wouldn’t be long and he would employ men like this to watch his back. That’s just the way it is nowadays. I’m surprised it hasn’t happened yet.

His hand was in my back pocket but he wasn’t squeezing or anything; wasn’t doing things most guys would do and I kind of admired him for that. My arm found its way around his waist and we were hip to hip. We walked for a while and I’d look back making sure the guy was still there and Dean looked straight ahead. Not a care in the fuckin world.

Then his smart side took over. “How much does Sony pay you, Niki?” He asked so seriously. “It doesn’t matter; take a year off; I’ll double it. I can see what’s going to happen. I have two guys that are ready to run me into the ground and I need someone like you to run interference for me. Can you do that?”

He turned me and rested his head to mine. “They’ll kill me if you let them, Nikita,” he whispered. And his other hand found my left pocket and he pulled ever so slightly.

“Are you flipping that switch, Dean?” I asked. He never answered.

I was on my toes and our noses touched. His head moved to the left and he rested his chin on my shoulder and told me how good I smelled. Then a wet kiss was placed on my neck and he said I tasted the same. That is like two of the top three things a girl wants to hear. But here I was and I worked for Sony. I’m not a whore. I wasn’t on the clock now. Was I?

I couldn’t believe how hard it was to breathe. I thought about the guy following us and hoped his back was turned. I pulled Dean closer. In the time it takes two faces to come together a lot of shit can fly by.

In a week; this guy was going to be untouchable. I worked for Sony and Dean was theirs’. He had just offered me a butt load of money and all I wanted to do was kiss him and that’s how it ended.

It was the softest and most tender kiss I’d ever had. Dean’s hand ran up over my stomach and then to my side. He wouldn’t invade me like that; not a grope. He wouldn’t cheapen me that way. My hands though found his seventeen-year-old ass, and I squeezed.

“My offer stands. And if you get cold tonight you know where my room is.” And he kissed my nose, pulled away then we turned and the man in the suit walked ahead.

Jeff’s POV

It was never that my car wouldn’t start. When I called him the night before I was hoping he’d let me come over and just suck him off. I felt bad about following him and Niki. I sat in the parking lot for three hours waiting for them to leave.

Somehow I knew what he was doing even over the phone and I would have climbed on his perfect tool and rode him till the sun came up. My buddies call me versatile. I think I lean more to bottom.

I was resting back in bed with my Flesh

Light pumping myself up when he answered. I couldn’t believe the things he was saying to me. When he complimented my little buddy I didn’t need any more pumping.

I listened as he told me to pull on his balls and I pulled on mine, hard. He told me how I filled him and how he was still so tight and I grabbed the tool around my dick with both hands squeezing. I wish I was an octopus.

I would have rammed the closest thing to a dick up my ass. I would have pulled both my nipples off and chocked on his cock, all at once. I have only gotten like this a couple of times and that was for real; not over the phone.

I pulled my ass up close to my face making the last few pumps count and then pulled off Dean’s ass and came when he told me. FYI. Cum in your eyes hurts. I was convulsing, I could feel the warm splatters on my chin and neck along with my outreached tongue not able to open my eyes. Dean let me fuck him.

 Rick’s POV.

I got a text from Dean this morning saying he was leaving a day early for Florida, by way of Las Vegas. If all went as planned he would be in school Monday. I didn’t reply. I was still pissed at him and myself for hitting him again. I couldn’t believe he brought up Jeff.

Then it was like I was hearing it all for the first time, ‘I said, we didn’t I?’ We? That means us. Dean saw us as, we; then asked to share us as we with someone. I wanted to slap myself. He saw it as us and we would work through this and it would be Dean and Rick again.

When it comes to looks and body styles; Jeff and I couldn’t be more opposite. I am really close to six foot and with my hair, it’s more like six three. And I’m lean. Jeff is around five eight and his hair is like the softest yellow white silk. Where I’m slim with no real defined muscle, Jeff just pops all over.

I have kind of tan skin and Jeff’s is creamy and white; something I have always wished for. And we probably weigh close to the same although I wish my pounds were where his are. I watched him from the stage as he went through the lunch line. It's hard being me, now.

I was looking at my phone when a voice asked, ‘this seat taken’? Fuckin, Jeff. I’m on the stage; there are no seats up here.

I just looked at him. “Well?” he asked. I made a head motion and turned back to my phone as he butt flopped next to me. It seemed a little close and I moved over a couple of inches.

“Do we need to talk?” He asked. You think?I was right in his face.

“Why were you there and what happened?” I drilled.

“He didn’t tell you?” He asked back surprised. And that pissed me off more.

“No! He didn’t fuckin tell me.” I announced to most everybody around us.

“Why did you hit him?” Jeff asked calmingly, seeming to be pissed and cocky at the same time.

I ratcheted it down. “It was a thing we’d do when one of us was flipping out. ‘Do I need to slap you’ is what we’d ask the other? We never did. And it worked. He needed me to slap him the other night. And it worked.” I finished wondering why I was telling him this shit.

“No. Why did you hit him yesterday? It was because of me, wasn’t it?” He questioned. “You know I hate you, right? You are everything I’m not.” And I just looked at Jeff dumbfounded.

“You have no idea what its like to be called, vertically challenged. No one has ever said to you, ‘it’s just a little baby fat, but never looking at the muscle under,’ or squeezed your cheeks because they turn red. I look like a fuckin girl and I can’t help it. OK. A hot girl, but still.” He finished smiling at me. Damn.

Yes, I had some hours of therapy under my belt but, that was mine. I was at a loss. I didn’t know what to say. Jeff was now looking away from me and I couldn’t help but slide closer to him and pocketed my phone. “I hate you, too.” When you say it out loud it’s so… different. I don’t think I really hated him.

“You think I like being this tall? You should see my hair when it’s short; I can’t do shit with it and it just curls right down to my scalp.” And I took a breath.

“I think it looks really good when it’s wavy,” Jeff told me. He was telling me the truth, it was a compliment. Dean liked it that way too.

We both looked out over our classmates and realized somehow a truce had just been called. “He’s doing a show with Elton John, in Vegas tonight. He’s probably landing about now.” And I played those words back in my head. It sounded delusional, even to me.

Dean’s POV

What was I doing? My right hand was in Niki’s back pocket and we were walking down the beach a few hours before sunrise. I was being pulled in so… many different directions. Niki hadn’t asked about the bruise on my face but covered it for me before the show last night. And I knew it pissed her off but, she was in the middle of; dare I say it, ‘North Dakota Farm Boy,’ shit. There I said it.

I knew what would happen if I didn’t have someone like Niki running ruff-shot over me; or running interference. Winston, Parker, and Sony would run me into the ground given the chance and I offered her a job. I’m sure she felt how hard I was as we pulled each other together.

Yes; I was hard. I wasn’t sure if it was the Red Bulls, the company, or Niki. I was higher than fuck and I hadn’t had anything. I had her right where I thought I wanted her but, I so… wanted to just kiss her when she crumbled and pulled me to her tighter expecting just that.

Something in my hard-on said, ‘make her really want it.’ She was Jell-O in my hold and I refused to give her something she felt entitled to because she was the girl. Niki would have to walk the mile.

“If you get cold you know where my room is,” I told her. Just so you know; chicks love that shit. Don’t know how Dean knew it.

We parted at the landing and moved to different wings. I looked at my naked body in the mirror. Whatever it was making me hard, caused the dripping, and the look of my stiff little self in the mirror was really tempting but, not tonight.

I crawled into the sheets naked; my favorite sleepwear. I was looking at the ceiling wondering all kinds of shit and I had forgotten about Niki and refused to touch myself. What a night this had been but tomorrow would be the tell. ‘Hello, darkness my old friend.’ It was always this. Why must this be my bully lullaby?

I heard the door open and Niki asked, “Are you awake, Cooper?” in a whisper.

‘Really, Darkness? You’re going to do this too me now?’

Jeff’s POV

I really couldn’t believe this whinny bitch was going on about his hair. I wanted to slap him like the little girl he was but fuck, he wasn’t a little girl; he was hot as hell; hair and all. Dean was right.

“You’d rather look like me than this?” as I motioned with my hands over him. He’s got to be high.

“In a second,” he replied. “You’re what Dean really wants. How could he want this?” he asked waving his hands over himself.

“You, are such, a fuckin, tool!” I told him with a laugh. It was really hard to comprehend. “You’re all he wants.” I started. “As much as it kills me; the two of you together, I fuckin hate you both.” And I laughed again.

“He’d walk over ten of me, just to get to you, Jeff. I’m not going to kid myself.” He retorted.

“Have you been huffing in the bathroom? Are you even listening to yourself, Short Bus?”

Here we were; telling the other that they were what Dean wanted when we were both sure he wanted me.

Rick just didn’t seem to get it. He; for whatever reason, didn’t feel himself worthy of a guy like Dean. Me; on the other hand, didn’t think Dean would ever want a guy like me. We were both so… wrong.

“Nobody’s home for a while,” I was thinking it when Rick said it.

We looked at each other smiling and Rick hopped down and I followed.

Rick’s POV

After lunch as Jeff followed me I couldn’t help it and called Dean. Niki answered. Initially, it pissed me off and then she explained. Dean was Busy. Of course, he was. I told her about his text and how I hadn’t responded and then about lunch with Jeff. I didn’t say I was hoping to talk to Dean, have him talk me out of what was going to happen.

We went to my house and there was very little conversation as Jeff followed me to my room. We both sat side by side on my bed and I don’t think either of us knew what to say. What I realized was I would be cheating on Dean with Jeff. But was I? What was I doing and why?

I lay back on my bed and opened my arms to Jeff and he curled up on me. We were both still fully clothed. My arms came around him and he molded himself to me. It was all so… wrong. Though I understood Jeff wasn’t emotionally vested like I was; I just needed to hold somebody.

I came on to him with my body but didn’t grab and pull on his ass, I just breathed in the smell of his shampoo and the warmth of his body in my hold. His leg came over mine but didn’t rest on my soft dick. I was soft. What were we doing? Jeff’s hand was now sliding up my stomach under my shirt.

Jeff’s POV

I couldn’t believe I was sprawled across Rick and my hand had made it up under his shirt and my index finger was playing ‘ring around the nipple.’ And Rick moved a little under me. I truly did hate him and I knew he hated me and here we were. We’re not twisted; honest, just a little bit bent.

I moved my fingers down to his jeans and popped the buttons and worked them and his underwear down and was happy at what greeted me. He was pumped up a little and I knew there was more to come. Rick was cut, long, and thick. It was a perfect cock. I ran my thumb over the tip as my fingers grasped it.

I love; well I don’t love to suck a perfect dick but I enjoy the hell out of the reward. I moved my head down and took a lick at the drop on the end. I knew I could take him. He was long and thick but I had taken Donny and he was bigger; even Max was bigger.

“I don’t need you to suck my dick; I can do it myself,” as he pulled my hair and made me look at him. I didn’t understand.

“What? Dean didn’t share that little factoid with you? I can suck myself. I can’t imagine he’d keep that a secret.” He was being so… sarcastic and I realized this was all about Dean.

“You’re beyond fucked up.” I started. “Does Dean? I don’t know what I thought when I followed you here? Dean doesn’t deserve someone like you and I don’t mean that in a good way,” I finished, now standing next to the bed.

Rick kicked off his shoes and pulled his pants and hot little underwear down pushing them off with his toes. His legs flew up over his head and I watched that perfect knob fall into his mouth and his lips sealed around it. OK. He had my undivided attention; what can I say? I had seen this online but.

Rick’s ass; he shaved his hole but I could tell it had been a few days. I dropped a long line of spit on it after a while and rubbed with my thumb. It was weird; I was moving my hips like humping but I wasn’t doing anything. Yes I was running my thumb over Rick’s hole and he was sucking himself; but still.

I started offering assistance. My thumb found the tightness of his hole and as I pushed, more of Rick’s cock slid between his lips. Dean doesn’t kiss and tell. I didn’t know any of this. My thumb was fucking him as sure as my dick was and I was hitting his spot as he squeezed around me.

I knew what my thumb was rubbing over and I pushed watching him reach the halfway mark on his long tool and I so… wished I could do this. I started slamming him and kind of leaning down so I could help him plow that big dick in his mouth.

I thought his ass would dislocate my thumb when he came and I shot off in my pants. Holy Fuck! Was this sex? He came. I came. What would Clinton say? “I did not have sexual intercourse with that boy.” That’s good enough for me. I didn’t hear the door open.

From your Author:

So, I have questions. I have no way of knowing other than comments, ratings, and thanks to our host, how you feel about what I am sharing.

‘The Start’ is centered on music, young people, and success, and will continue to be. When I reference songs you should YouTube them. Depending; the lyrics are the important thing but others it could just be the frame of mind; the mood, if you will. I offer you the option to better understand beyond my written word. RJC