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Chapter 2 : 100% fiction!
It was Saturday and I stayed in bed till 10 o’clock in the morning. Mother
had left my breakfast on the table and had gone shopping, as usual. As I munched
my toasted bread and scrambled eggs, thoughts of last night’s events came back
to me. I remembered what Kevin’s father said once, as he tasted my cum. “Next
time, I will see to it that I will get it all!”
‘Next time?’ When will that be? Does he expect me to go over to his house
again? It will be improper for me to go over to their house uninvited. Even if
Kevin invited me for a game of basketball again, with Kevin around, what can he
do to me? And then, why should I accept the invitation and go? If I do not want
to go over, will not Kevin ask me why? All these thoughts haunted me.
I wondered when Kevin got back home from the garage, the previous night. I
could find that out only on Monday, when I would meet him in the class, I
thought. When we meet, I should ask him about the photograph too, I decided. But
immediately I put that decision away, as it would be the most foolish thing to
do. Kevin would wonder why I was inside the house, when I knew that he was not
around. Moreover, Kevin’s father had particularly told me that I must tell Kevin
that I left as soon as I heard that he was not in the house. So, I must wait
till I meet Kevin’s father alone and ask him about the photograph.
That whole day I stayed in my room, playing my solo-chess. I thought of
Kevin’s father a lot and went to the toilet to whack myself twice. On Sunday
mornings, I usually got up early and got ready to go to the Church, with my
mother. Mother was very religious and never failed to attend Church on Sundays.
At times, I used to pretend either a headache or pain in my knee or some such
invented discomfort and remained at home, avoiding Church Service. Mother would
then lock me inside the house and go to the church alone. The locked door was to
indicate to visitors that no one was at home. That Sunday too I told mother that
I do not intend attending the church and she put it down to my tiredness, after
the basketball practice, she assumed, I had in Kevin’s residence on Friday
evening. Thoughts of Kevin’s father haunted me again. I would recall every
action of his from the start and felt drawn towards him. I remembered
especially, how he had told me that I can call him “Dad.” I was itching to go to
school on Monday morning, as I wanted to meet Kevin, badly.
When I met Kevin, even before I could say anything, he apologized for having
been away, when I went to his home on Friday.
“Father asked me to take the car to the garage. As it was urgent, I could not
decline,” he said and added, “I understand that you left immediately. You could
have asked my father to give you some practice. He is a good athlete, you know.
In fact, he spends long hours on the exercise-machine he has at home,” Then he
said:
“Ah, I forgot to tell you. Father wanted to get to know you better. So, he
wanted me to invite you next Friday evening for a dinner-treat at the Chinese
Restaurant. I hope you will come.”
. So Kevin’s father had thought out a way to meet me. Momentarily I thought that
I can pretend as if I was not too eager to be with Kevin’s father. So I said:
“I will have to tell my Mom about it.”
My mother, of course, will not mind if she comes to know that I am going out
for dinner with my class-mate’s family. But I said it more as a formality.
“You must come,” said Kevin, “Because that way, I too would get a good dinner!”
The matter was left at that until Friday, when Kevin again reminded me about
the invitation. So, we decided to meet at his house, around six that evening.
I deliberately delayed going over to their house for about 15 minutes. When I
arrived at 6.15 pm, Kevin and his father were standing outside and their car was
parked out of the garage. On seeing me, both said: “Hey!” and raised their
hands.
“I thought your mother had not permitted you to come,” said Kevin. Then he
introduced me to his father saying: “This is Edward Michelson—‘Ed’ for short, my
classmate and best friend.”
“I am glad you came,” said his father and shook hands with me. He held my
hand for a while and did not let it go. I did not want Kevin to notice it. So, I
said, “Let’s go” and got into the back seat of the car, thinking that Kevin’s
dad would be driving. But, Kevin’s dad told Kevin to drive us to the restaurant
and got into the back seat, with me! He put his hand on my lap, as he asked me
some questions about my family, of which he already knew and pretended not to. I
was worried all the time that Kevin should not spot his dad doing anything to
me, watching through the rear-view mirror. Though Kevin’s father’s hand was on
my lap, he did not attempt to take it to my crotch. Nevertheless, I began to
feel somewhat uncomfortable, because I could feel some changes in my cock.
Fortunately, we reached the restaurant soon. We got out of the car and went
inside.
A table was reserved for us, with four chairs, two on either side. Kevin’s
father tried to make me sit next to him, but I chose to sit next to Kevin.
Kevin’s father ordered the dinner. The dinner was great. For dessert, Kevin’s
father ordered ice-cream for the two of us. He preferred a cup of strong coffee.
When the ice creams arrived, Kevin got up and went to the rest-room. As soon as
he was gone, Kevin’s father leaned over the table and in a soft voice said:
“Did that bastard Wilson, ride you yesterday?”
I was terribly embarrassed and said that as Mr. Wilson had to go for a
meeting at the Headmaster’s room, he did not ask me to stay behind, after the
gym class. As we were talking, Kevin came back. He must have heard us mention
Mr. Wilson’s name. So he asked whether we were talking about our gym master, Mr.
Wilson.
“Yes,” said his father, “I understand that he is very mean with your friend!”
For one moment, I thought Kevin’s father was going to put me into great
embarrassment and difficulty. But he quickly added:
“Good thing that he is leaving the school. I hope he gets married in the new
place, at least.”
“Is Mr. Wilson leaving?” asked Kevin, who did not know about it. So, I told him
that he was and that he himself had told me about it, when he was giving me
extra practice, after the gym class! Everyone in the class knew that Mr. Wilson
detained me after the gym class on Thursdays. But no one had any suspicion about
the happenings there.
The waiter brought the bill and Kevin’s father paid it, with a generous tip.
Before the waiter departed, he looked at me and Kevin’s father and said:
“I hope your son and you enjoyed the dinner, sir! And your son’s friend too!” He
glanced towards Kevin, as he said it. Kevin looked up in surprise. Kevin’s
father got up from the table and went to the rest-room. As Kevin and I finished
our ice-cream, Kevin said:
“That idiot thinks that you are my father’s son and I, your friend!”
The waiter was not to be blamed, I thought, for Kevin’s father and I were
white, while Kevin was a half-breed! How could he know that Kevin was his son
and I, Kevin’s friend?
We came out of the restaurant and as Kevin opened the door of the car near
the driver’s seat, I opened the other front door and got into the seat next to
the driver’s. I did not expect Kevin’s father to say immediately that he would
drive this time and Kevin can get to the back seat. I wanted to show Kevin that
I was always his friend. So, I quickly said that the front seat was not as
comfortable as the back seat and so saying, got out of the car and went to the
back seat. Kevin’s father sat in the driver’s seat, rather disappointed, I
thought. Kevin should have been pleased by what I did. He moved and made room
for me, with a smile. I did not see Kevin’s father’s face to notice what
reactions my move had made. But he chatted joyfully as usual, as he drove and
asked me which item on the menu I liked best. “Ice-cream” I said, and he
laughed. Kevin agreed. Soon we reached their home and all three of us got out of
the car. Kevin’s father asked:
“Why don’t you come in and have your coke?”
I was glad that Kevin had gone to open the front door, because otherwise, he
might have wondered why his father said, “your coke,” as if he had already known
that I liked to drink coke! I quickly said: “No thanks. I am quite full. I must
be getting back home.” So saying I wished them “Good Night” and rode away on my
bike. I could see a kind of disappointment on Dan’s face. But, with Kevin
around, I did not dare to go into the house. I was inwardly dying to go into the
drawing room and discuss the wedding picture with them. But I consoled my self
that I should do it only when Kevin was not around. I must wait for a more
opportune time.
When I reached my house, mother asked me how my dinner party went off. I told
her that it was great and said that Kevin and his father were very good people
and that we must get them to our house for a meal, sometime. I then went to my
room and as I changed into my night dress, glanced at the door, to see if my
mother was standing there. She was not. I then lay down in my cot and my hand
began to touch my cock. Kevin’s father came back forcefully, into my thoughts.
Next morning I dressed up and accompanied my mother to the grocery store. I
looked around to see if by any chance, Kevin’s father was anywhere there.
“Where did they buy their groceries and who bought them?” I questioned myself.
When we got home, I went to my room and lay down in my cot. Once again, my
right hand began to fondle my cock. I suddenly decided not to think of Kevin or
his father for the rest of the day. But however much I tried, I could not erase
Kevin’s father from my mind. It was with the same thoughts that I accompanied my
mother to the church, the next day—Sunday.
The pastor preached on that day about the sin of homosexuality, quoting
verses from the Bible. After the service, the pastor stood at the entrance, as
usual, and shook hands with those who went out. He shook hands with my mother
and me, too. He told my mother that I was looking somewhat pale and asked her
whether I was ill. Mother said that I was quite alright, and asked him to come
home sometime. The pastor promised to do so.
After my mother and father had separated, the pastor used to visit us on and
off, to enquire about the family. Little did he guess that I had homosexual
inclinations. He often spoke to mother to keep me out of homosexual wolves, the
like of whom, there were many in the town. In fact, it was through him that I
came to know about homosexuality and the behavior of homosexuals. It surprised
me to know that there were homosexuals among girls too!
When we returned home, I went up to my room and changed and lay down in my
cot. Instantly, my mind went to Kevin’s father and my hand to my crotch. I tried
to recall what the pastor said and decided to put away Kevin’s father from my
mind. Instead, I began to think of Kevin. Soon, I began to wonder how it would
be if Kevin were to touch my crotch and pull out my cock. Instantly, I began to
pull out my cock and whack it, till I ejaculated. Once I was relieved, I hated
my self. Why did I think of Kevin touching my cock? I wanted to run away and
commit suicide. Then I thought of my mother. What will become of her, if I also
deserted her? The thought made me feel very unhappy and I hated my father more
than ever. But the man had died and what was the point in blaming him now? And
then, I thought of the love shown to me by Kevin’s father. I remembered the
kisses he showered on me, the other day. I felt a strange peace within me. He
loved me and so, I must love him too. I should live, at least to do that! Just
then my mother called me for lunch and I went downstairs.
When I met Kevin in school on Monday, he told me that his father wanted me to
go over to their house that evening, to help him fix something in the car. Kevin
and his father were doing the repair work during the week-end and there was some
more to finish. Kevin has to go for his basket ball practice, as he was in the
school team.
“So, dad asked you to go over this evening,” said Kevin.
What a good chance to ask Kevin’s father about that photograph, I thought. So,
wearing just my boxers and my T-shirt, I reached their house by 5 pm. The car
was parked outside their garage and Kevin’s father was sitting on a low stool,
next to the front wheel, on one side. Both the wheels on that side were on the
floor. So, they had to be fitted back, I guessed. Kevin was there too and as
soon as he saw me said:
“Ah! There he is. Dad was saying that you may not turn up. But I was
positive. I know that you will come to help me out.” Turning to his father he
said:
“It is time dad for my practice. I will now go and change.” So saying, he
disappeared into the house. I smiled at Kevin’s father. He smiled back. I
noticed that he too was in his boxers and wore a cut vest that was soaked in his
sweat. Kevin appeared in no time, wearing his practice dress and waving to us,
rode away on his bike.
Kevin’s father asked me to come near and hold the tire for him, while he
attended to its bolts. We worked for a few minutes and then put the tire on to
the front. While helping him, several times his big body brushed against mine
and transferred a lot of his sweat on to my
T-shirt! The smell of his sweat was pleasant to me! After putting the front
wheel in place, we were about to go to the back wheel, when Kevin’s father hit
his forehead with his hands and said:
“What a fool I am. I wanted to exchange the tires and forgot. The back wheel
should come to the front and the front one to the back!” He stretched himself
and said:
“Let’s go in and have a drink. I am really tired doing this, all afternoon.”
He dropped to the floor the instruments he was holding and as he went inside,
tapped my bottom and motioned me to follow him. My hands were all dirty. So, I
stepped into the toilet near the front door and began washing my hands in the
wash basin. As I did so, I felt Kevin’s father’s crotch brushing my bottom from
behind.
“I too must wash my hands,” he said and added, “You can use the liquid soap over
here.”
So saying, he bent forward and retrieved the soap-can from the shelf above.
In doing so, he pressed his crotch against me and I could feel his cock rubbing
my bottom. There was a slight movement within my boxers, as my cock began to
expand. As I took the soap can from him, I said:
“I wanted to ask you something. That photograph in the sitting room, was it
taken at your wedding?”
I spoke, looking at his reflection in the mirror opposite me and he too looked
at mine.
“Oh, that,” he said, “Yes, it is our wedding picture. Come in and I will tell
you the details.”
So saying, he went into the sitting room. I finished washing my hands and
followed him. But he was not there in the sitting room. He had gone to the
kitchen to wash his hands. He returned with two cans of coke and we sat down,
side by side, on the double sofa to drink. The photograph was on the wall
opposite. As we he sipped our coke, Dan began to tell his story. This is what I
heard.
Kevin’s father—Daniel, but called ‘Dan’ for short—was from Arizona. He was a
construction engineer and worked for a construction company in Texas. He was a
good worker and never took time to think of marriage. At the age of 32 he was a
workaholic. He went to the construction site early in the morning and stayed
till everyone left in the evening. He lived in a small flat downtown, whereas
his construction site was in the outskirts of the city. He engaged an old lady,
of about 50 years, to keep house. She came at about 10 o’clock each day, let
herself into the house with a spare key and then did the cleaning, washing etc.
and also prepared his dinner. She left the house, before Dan returned. Dan got
to see her only during Saturdays. On Sundays, the lady took ‘off’. She would
prepare special meals for Dan on Saturdays, so that Dan may have his lunch on
Sundays. Dan usually went out to eat his dinner, on Sundays.
He was a pretty lonely man and did not have many friends, even though many
local girls made advances to him. But they were all shunned by Dan. One young
boy (whose name Dan did not wish to specify), 22 years of age, was assisting him
at work. Occasionally he used to come home to get clarifications from Dan. One
night, he came when Dan was in the bathroom, taking his shower. As there was no
one in the house, Dan had left the bathroom door open. This boy had sneaked into
the bedroom and was watching Dan, take his bath. When Dan spotted him, he
grinned sheepishly and said that Dan had a perfect body! He slowly made his
advance towards Dan and put his hand to his crotch, took hold of his cock and
began to stroke it. Not knowing how to react to this, Dan stood still till he
realized that the boy had taken his cock in his mouth and was sucking it
vigorously.
The boy was in real passion and as Dan had the habit of reliving himself by
masturbating, this was a new experience for him. He soon got hooked to this
boy’s pranks. The boy left after making him ejaculate in his mouth. Then on, the
boy made it a habit to visit Dan on and off during night and at times stayed
over. The two became friends of a sort and slowly, the boy started borrowing
money from Dan, saying he will repay it the following month, when he got his
salary from the company. But months passed and nothing was repaid. Dan also did
not have the heart to ask, as the boy was servicing him in more than one way.
Dan started fucking the boy in his ass, using condoms brought by the fellow for
each session!
“Then one day, I returned home early, by bout 3 o’clock in the afternoon,”
said Dan, as he continued his story.
“The boy had not come to the construction site that day. So, I was surprised
to see his two-wheeler parked below at the apartment building. I went up to my
flat and let myself in with my key and walked silently to the kitchen. What I
saw there, shocked me. The old lady-housekeeper was lying on the floor naked,
and this fellow, also naked, was fucking her. His two hands were on her breasts,
pumping them! Neither of them saw me. I stood there, behind the curtains,
watching the show silently and thinking how to deal with the situation. Just
then, the fellow got up with his cock that was erect and clad in a condom. The
lady too sat up and then turned round and bent her back, with her big bottom
sticking up in the air. The fellow then mounted her from the back and fucked
her. Very soon, he grabbed her with his two hands and his movements showed me
that he had reached his climax. The show was over.” Dam rubbed his crotch and
then continued. While telling the story, his hands were working and mine too!
“Before the two could break up, I went back to the door, opened it and
stepped out, closing the door behind me, as silently as possible. There could
have been some clicking sound, but obviously, the two did not hear anything.
However, I quickly rang the door bell forcefully and long, to drown any noise
the lock could have made. The lady called form inside, saying she was coming.
She then came and opened the door. She was somewhat surprised to see me so early
and said so. I told her that I had a bad head ache and would like a cup of hot
tea. She went into the kitchen and brought the tea for me. There was no other
sound in the kitchen and I wondered where the fellow was.
He could not have gone out, as there was only one exit to the flat. He
couldn’t jump out of the windows, as my flat was in the third floor. After the
lady left the cup of tea with me, she went back to the kitchen. After a few
seconds, I got up and went into the kitchen saying, that I needed more sugar for
my tea. As I entered the kitchen, I saw some movement behind the door and
turning around, spotted the boy there. He was speechless and so was the lady.
The lady got terribly frightened and kneeling before me said that the boy had
forced her to commit adultery. But the fellow was unshaken. He looked at me
defiantly and said that the lady was the one who invited him to have sex with
her, for which he paid her money! So, I began to understand that this affair was
going on for many days. The fellow had been borrowing money from me and paying
her. He was sure that I will not ask him to repay, because he was servicing me!
Good tactics, wasn’t it?
Nevertheless, I could not let him get away easily. Now that the lady had
voluntarily confessed to sexual activity, the fellow might harm her and also me.
So, I called in the police and handed him over, saying he had come into my flat
when I was not around, threatened the lady and had violated her. I sacked the
lady that very same hour, telling her that I would need her help as a witness,
when the case came up in court. She agreed and, out of pity, I gave her some
money, for her to start a new life elsewhere. When the case came up for hearing,
the fellow accused me of using him as a homosexual partner, paying him money.
But, the jury laughed at this and said it was a clever invention to dodge
repaying me. He had no money to pay back the amount I claimed, and so he was
sentenced to serve three months in jail. As he was being taken away, he gnashed
his teeth at me and said; when he got out of jail he would surely kill me. It
was then that I decided to resign my job and leave Texas.” Dan stopped his
story. Not because it was the end, but because both of had got busy with each
other’s cocks!
As Dan was telling me the story, he finished his coke, and put it down on the
sofa, at one corner. I too finished my coke and put the can on the floor. Dan’s
hand had moved over to my crotch from his. He pulled out my cock from within my
boxers, and was whacking it slowly. More than that, he took my hand and put it
on his crotch, where his cock was already making a big tent, in his boxers. I
put my hand inside his boxers and pulled out his snake-like cock, with its
enchanting head and began whacking it, as I listened to the story. When the
story was stopped, I wondered what this episode in Dan’s life had to do with the
wedding picture on the wall. Did I not ask Dan about that picture? This question
occurred to me, even at the beginning of the narration. But I did not bring it
up, as Dan had started playing with my cock and I with his! Now I had to ask
him.
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